I Got Mad at My Husband and Fucked Myself.

Hello, my friends who love sex stories, I’m Nurten. I’m a 30-year-old woman, 1.65 meters tall, slightly overweight (70 kg), and white skin. I’ve been married for 10 years and have one child. My husband is 32 and 1.60 meters tall. We live in a family apartment on the Anatolian side. Our family is very conservative.

About two weeks ago, my husband and I had a terrible argument. I stormed out of the house in such a rage. The rain was pouring down outside, as if I’d just broken a window. I don’t remember how long I’d been driving around. On my way home, I’d sit in the park next to my house, crying and trying to relax. Then some noises surprised me. A man, around 40 or 45, asked me, “Are you okay?” He asked. At first, I didn’t answer. When he asked again, I said, a little fearfully, “I’m fine, I’m just sitting there!” He said, “You’re getting sick here, why are you here?” His words intensified my fear. “My house is close, I’ll leave soon!” I said. The man said, “Then please go, don’t get hurt!” Breakwater. At that moment, my phone rang, my husband called, and I hung up without answering. December…

I think the man smiled slightly, understanding. He said, “These things happen in every house. I don’t think you should be out at this hour. Go home!” He said, “I don’t want to go there now!” I said, but I was shivering from the cold. The man said, “Look, my car is there. If you want to get warm, don’t get sick!” Breakwater. At first, he said, “No, please leave me alone!” I said, but I liked the man’s attention. The man insisted, “Please, I won’t hurt you!” Suddenly, “Okay!” I said. His car was a nice minivan. We got in, he turned on the heater, but my cold wouldn’t go away. Ever since I left the house in my slippers, my feet had been soaked in water, discolored and red from the cold. I rubbed my feet together, trying to warm them up. The man also spoke, giving me advice…

We were both afraid to go downstairs, wondering if I was going to make it, and I was so cold that I kept rubbing my feet with my hands, pressing them against my stomach. The man said, “Wait a minute, don’t be afraid!” He reached out his hands to my feet and started rubbing them. At first, I said, “Please don’t do this!” I tried to take my feet off. But he said, “Please leave me alone. I won’t hurt you, I just want to be warm. Don’t be afraid of me!” He was so sweet, I was so touched. When he rubbed my legs, my insides started to move. This was the first time someone else’s hand had touched me. Now I turned my body toward him. As he rubbed my feet, his hand started touching my calves, and I couldn’t make a sound. In fact, I wanted more from within. As if he understood me, he suddenly said, “You’re so beautiful, it’s not good for you to be sad!” and kissed my leg…

I was completely surprised when a man I’d never met kissed my foot. Then he kissed me again, massaging my ankle with his lips while his hand moved up my calf and unzipped my wet skirt. I enjoyed it so much I didn’t make a sound. After kissing my calves, he moved to my groin, kissed me, and licked my pussy. I really liked him, and on the one hand, I was waiting for him to lick my pussy, and I wanted to, but I was also afraid someone would see. “Please, no, someone will see!” I said. “Don’t worry, no one will see, you’re so beautiful!” Then the heat of his breath drove me wild. As he licked my pussy over my panties, he suddenly said, “Let’s go to the backseat!” He took my hand, and we went to the back of the minivan…

Yes, no one else could see. After a few seconds of looking at himself, he suddenly grabbed my lips and started sucking. I resisted. Meanwhile, he was trying to take off my shirt because it was wet, and my shirt, clinging to me, stubbornly refused to open. It was ajar. As I helped him and took it off, I also took off my skirt and let it go. So he took off his pants and started kissing me again. Our bodies were pressed together. He would grab my ass, his well-developed penis touching my belly, over my panties. Then he came up behind me, kissed my neck, and started grabbing my breasts. As if he knew exactly what I liked. He moved from my neck to my back, kissing me from there to my waist. He had cut off my bra in the process. He kissed my ass, which my husband had called very large, over my panties, and pressed my pussy with his tongue. I hugged him with my hips to feel his tongue better…

Then he took off my panties and suddenly started licking my anus and pussy. I was in awe. I curled up, and he lay on my hips, licking them thoroughly. When he stuck his tongue in my pussy, I nearly ran out into the street. I had to do something too, so I turned around and took off his boxers. His penis was incredibly beautiful, very similar to the one I’d seen in the movie: big, long, and straight. First, I licked the head with my tongue without touching it, then took it in his mouth and started sucking. But I could barely get half of it in my mouth. The more a man licked me, the more I wanted to suck his cock, wanting him to feel the pleasure I was feeling…

Then, suddenly, I started to orgasm. After waiting another 69 seconds, I turned my face to him and started to sit on his cock. His penis was slowly entering me, pushing a little further into my pussy with each thrust. When I moved down, he was pushing inside me. I lost control of myself now, literally screaming with pleasure. He pressed his lips against mine, my voice now less clear. He spread my ass and pumped my pussy from bottom to top. He was so good, damn it. Then he forced me to curl up and slowly began to thrust into my pussy again. After putting everything into it, he started to accelerate, moving in and out simultaneously. He was literally choking me; I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming…

After a while of this, he laid me on my back and put my feet on his shoulders. He felt my breasts as he moved in and out of my pussy, telling me I was beautiful. Then he removed my feet from his shoulders, pushed them from side to side, and started pressing even harder into my pussy, as if he wanted to go further. He continued to suck on my neck and breasts, moving them in and out of my pussy, and when he settled in, his balls slapped against my ass. Meanwhile, I had another orgasm. It was December. After he kissed my pussy a little longer, he came: “I’m coming. Should I cum outside?” he asked. “No, I want all of this inside me!” I said. I was already protected. And suddenly, it exploded inside me. His cum was so hot I couldn’t even say it. After I finished, he lay down next to me and told me I was beautiful; he’d never felt anything like it.

Actually, I’ve never experienced this myself, but I also regretted it. A few minutes later, my husband and my fantasies came to mind. My husband wants to change his wife. I was against it, but sometimes he convinced me, and then I gave in. But I really enjoyed it. While we were thinking about it, we were packing up and getting dressed. He said, “I’ll take you home!” I was afraid we’d get in trouble, so I didn’t want to. “Let’s get out of here!” I said. He understood, didn’t insist, and said, “Okay, whatever you want!” He kissed me again on the lips and then we parted…

Later, I saw this man at school. He was the father of my child’s classmate. His wife introduced us; his name was Mete. And it was great talking to him. I invited them last week, and they came to the guesthouse. Kiss Kiss. ​​While I was in the kitchen, Mete came up to me, hugged me from behind, and whispered that she wouldn’t forget our sex that night. She really wanted to fuck me again, and she and her husband returned to the living room. I really wanted it (I still do).

That night, while fantasizing about my husband in bed, I decided to tell my husband that I’d kissed Mete. He seemed annoyed at first, but then he seemed pleased: “Okay, then I’ll kiss my wife, Mete!” I told Meta later, and he spoke warmly about the swinger thing. Now, we’re planning to get together as soon as the four of us get together: