I Made a 16-Year-Old Virgin My Wife

Hello. I’ll tell you about an incident that brightened the last five years of my life and increased my happiness. I own my own business. I’m married with two children. I got married relatively late. I met my wife when I was 32, and she was 21. Because of this age difference, she’s just turned 50 now. Our sex life is still vibrant, and we know no bounds.

This incident happened five years ago, in May. I’d just bought a luxury car. It was a Saturday, and I left work around 2:00 p.m. My phone rang. It was my daughter. She’d just left the prep school and asked me to pick her up and drop her off at a friend in Levent. She was excited about our new car. I approached the prep school to pick her up. When my daughter moved toward me from the crowd, I rolled down the window and said, “Daughter, we can pick up your friend.” My daughter said she wasn’t her friend. But at my signal, she looked me in the eye. I told the girl, “I’m going to Levent. I can drop you off if that’s okay.” My daughter sat in the front seat, and she sat in the back. After talking to my daughter for a bit, I asked her, “Hello, I suppose you’ve finished your prep school too?” She said she’d dropped out of school, worked to support her family, but as of this weekend, she’d left and was here for a job interview. She was a lively person. I’d glance at her in the mirror from time to time. Her face was so sweet. Then we approached Levent. I asked where his house was, and he said, “In Ferahevler, but I’ll take the bus from here, thank you!”

Anyway, I left my daughter with her friend and told her to come forward. My God, she was so beautiful. Her jeans didn’t hide the beauty and shape of her legs, and her newly enlarged breasts strained against her T-shirt. The seam of her pristine white breasts was visible behind the collar. She captivated me. I asked her name, and she said, “Ayfer.” That was the only name that would suit this moon-sized girl. He looked at me and said, “I guess you just bought that car. Congratulations! It’s beautiful!” I thanked him and asked if they had one. When he explained that his father died when he was young, that he was raised by his mother, that their financial situation wasn’t good, and therefore, they didn’t have one, I politely said, “I’m sorry, I guess I upset you. I hope you get a better one in the future!” I drove him all the way to his house in Ferahevler, and as I chatted with him, my heart was melting. I was amazed at how someone my daughter’s age could affect me like this, but I couldn’t help but stare. As we got out, I held his hand; it was warm. I slipped him a business card and said, “Here’s my number. Call me if there’s anything I can do!”

When I got back to my own house, for some reason, I couldn’t get Ayfer out of my mind. I pictured Ayfer bent over and fucking my wife from behind that night, with her cellulite-free hips and legs, her newly hairy pussy, her breasts still not fully developed, and her tight pussy. I pumped my wife even more passionately, filling her pussy with cum. Unable to contain my passion or the pace, when my wife fell asleep from the exhaustion of her orgasm, I got out of bed, found a video of an older man fucking a young girl online, and jerked off. Sunday was spent at home. Thinking of Ayfer, I was surprised at myself, as someone who was 55 years old and had never cheated on his wife. I’d found everything I’d been looking for in my wife for 23 years, and I’d never cheated on her. But now I couldn’t think of anything but Ayfer. I wished I’d gotten her number instead of giving her my card.

On Monday, while I was at work, I received a call from an unknown number. When I answered, she’d say, “I’m Ayfer, remember when you dropped me off in your car on Saturday?” Could I ever forget? I thought to myself. She told me that she hadn’t reached an agreement with the job she’d been interviewing for on Saturday and had asked for help with her business through acquaintances. This was the opportunity I’d been waiting for; I told her to come to Merter immediately if she was available. An hour later, we were in my office, in my room. I used every excuse to talk, stalling her for an hour. I asked her how old she was; she was 16. For a moment, I regretted my thoughts. I was having a hard time with someone my child’s age. I was ashamed of myself, but I was absolutely in love with her. I promised her I’d do everything I could for her job and invited her to dinner. She accepted, and we went to a restaurant on the beach. I was practically hitting on her, and she was acting relaxed. Even touching her shoulder while joking gave me pleasure. I’d occasionally put my hand on her leg, but she didn’t respond. As I dropped her off at home that evening, I kissed her cheeks…

That evening, I fucked my wife with such passion that, don’t even ask, I made the bed too tight for her. In the morning, I called Ayfer and invited her to my office. She was there soon after. I asked about her family, and she said she was an only child, and her mother had been ill and in bed for two years. I felt sorry for her. She had grown up under hardship. I asked Ayfer if she had a boyfriend. She explained that she had never been intimate with a man in her life, and that her mother had been a widow for a long time, so they lived very cautiously. I sat down next to her, and she was captivating me. She was snuggling up to me. I said, “No matter what,” and I told her I was very attracted to her and hadn’t been able to sleep for three days. She was just about to tell me she’d always been attracted to older men when our lips met. Her blonde hair flowed through my fingers. We kissed for minutes. Her rock-hard breasts pressed against my chest. For the first time in my life, I was kissing and making love with someone other than my wife…

I locked the door. We were both breathless. I pulled out one of her breasts and started kissing it. God, what a pleasure it was. My wife hadn’t even had breasts like these when we first got married. Ayfer was 16, slim, with wide hips and rock-hard breasts, her body untouched. I, a 55-year-old with a gray beard, was pressed against her. I took off her shirt, then her bra. She was acting clumsily, surrendering herself to me. She was naked from the waist up. We made love like that for minutes. I asked her if she’d ever seen a dick. I unzipped my fly to reveal her first dick. When she saw it, she was surprised to find it much bigger than she’d thought. I asked her to kiss it. She didn’t want to, but when I insisted, she started licking it. She licked it so thoroughly that I came in her mouth in less than two minutes. She felt queasy, and cum was flowing down her face.

I wanted to take off her pants, but she said, “I’m a virgin, let’s not do it!” I told her I wasn’t going to fuck her, just look at it, and she agreed. Her hips were so beautiful they could rival models’, and I stripped down to her panties, exposing her hairy pussy. Standing, I quickly knelt down and began licking her pussy. When she passed out, I laid her down on the floor and began to tongue her. She pressed my head against her pussy with her hands. The sweet, fresh scent of her pussy intoxicated me. I was squeezing her breasts with my hands. Soon, she was screaming and cumming. We gathered ourselves together a moment later, and she stood up. The beauty of her body was driving me wild. There was a risk of being caught by someone in the office. We got dressed. I opened the door. Her cheeks were bright red. I was so happy to make love to her, but not being able to fuck her was driving me crazy.

On Tuesday, we picked her up and went to a secluded spot in the woods. When she told me that the pleasure she got from my licking her pussy and her orgasm was incomparably better, I immediately dove into her pussy. I didn’t take my tongue out of her pussy until she screamed and orgasmed. She came in my mouth. I pulled my dick out of my pants. She asked me not to harm her virginity. I told her I wouldn’t fuck her, that I would only rub her from the outside. I hugged her from behind and cupped her breasts. I placed my dick between her hips. My chest hair was practically scratching her back. As I kissed her earlobes and neck, she moaned as if she were being fucked. When I wet my dick and her hips with my saliva, she said, “Please, I’m a virgin. Don’t fuck me!” I said, “Okay, I won’t fuck her, don’t be afraid, I’m just wetting her so it slides better!” I was in awe as my dick slid between her watermelon-like, rock-hard hips. I spit on her ass and slid my dick between her thighs. Suddenly, the head of my dick slid into her asshole and went halfway inside her…

Ayfer cried out in pain, “What did you do?” I told her my dick had accidentally gone in her ass. I was just waiting for the pain to pass without taking it out. It was very pleasurable. When I didn’t pull my dick out of her ass, Ayfer was surprised. “Is it possible to fuck an ass?” she asked. I told her it was very pleasurable. “But it hurts so much!” she replied. Her tight ass almost made me cum right where I was. When she waited a moment and the pain subsided, I pulled my dick out of her ass and spit more. Her asshole had widened and opened to the size of my dick, revealing its interior. This time, I pushed it all the way in without any effort. Even though she said, “Don’t do it, it hurts!”, I gave it a couple of thrusts. Oh my God, my knees were shaking, and my vision was blurring. I was practically bellowing with pleasure. I grabbed her groin with my hands, pulled her in, and now my cum was gushing out like a volcano. Even I could feel my cock pulsing like a heart inside her ass. I collapsed on her and waited a moment. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced another orgasm like that in my life…

Ayfer was now indispensable to me. We’d meet every day and fuck her in the ass. As the days went by, Ayfer told me to meet her mother, and since she was bedridden, we could have sex in the other room of their house. That day, we went to their house. It was a shanty house. We met her mother. After a short chat, we went to Ayfer’s bedroom. That day, we had sex with Ayfer, meaning I fucked her in the ass as well; she was no longer a virgin. I went to their house every day, picking up their supplies and then returning. I told her I’d find a nicer place for her to move in, and that she’d escape the neighborhood gossip. We rented a nice apartment not far from ours. We were now having sex as we pleased and enjoying life. Two years later, her mother passed away. Today, Ayferim is 21 years old, we are religiously married, and we have a beautiful 3-year-old son, and we are very happy. My family still doesn’t know!