My Friend’s Horny Wife

I was wondering how to begin my story. Or rather, how many times have I started and abandoned it? As for the reason, I had a forbidden love affair. That damn woman, Seval, was the wife of my boyfriend of 10 years. But what a bitch she was. Her skin was milky white, her lips strawberry red, her cheeks rosy, and smooth as a child’s. Seval was about ten inches taller than my supposed husband. Their marriage wasn’t for love. Because they were friends, we didn’t talk day and night; we came and went without negotiations. I had four children, two boys and two girls. And they never had any. From time to time, Seval would look me politely in the eye and say, “Ozan, can you tell my husband the secret to having a baby?” she laughed. But what a laugh! “Go and kiss me while standing!” Don’t laugh like that. She usually said that in front of her husband and my wife…

The child was her husband’s fault; he couldn’t produce enough sperm. And with mine, no matter how much he cursed me, the waters flowed like a flood. Seval’s been hanging out with me, and it’s been happening more and more. She practically said to my wife, “Let the poet kiss me, have his child, and you’ll get your reward!” And my wife said, “I’ll rent my husband out and make money off him!” He was saying something like, “It sounded like a client warming up.” Seval, who had always been a part of my dreams, stood next to her husband: “Then I’ll be Ozan’s first client, all right!” he said. The thin man who would be her husband laughed quietly, taking these words as a joke. But when Seval came to our house, she said, “Welcome!” If I reached out, she’d push my hand away, kiss me hard, and press her whole body against mine. A few minutes before, she’d been ready, feeling my 19cm cock against her body as she approached, and her breath was softly shifting in my ear: “When am I going to eat this?” she asked.

“May I never put a single person in my situation. When a woman wanted my dick so badly, and I wanted her pussy, especially her ass, I was driven mad because I couldn’t do it. Worst of all, my wife knew my weakness for Seval. But she made this condition: “As soon as you kiss Seval, kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, I’ll divorce you!” But if you want, you can imagine how my motherfucker will kiss me!” she said. I kissed my wife like crazy with my fantasies, giving her orgasm after orgasm. During the kiss-kiss sex, she said to my wife, “Come and sleep with Seval’s husband, lift this December ban!” No matter how much I pleaded, it didn’t help. My wife said, “What’s a woman with a 9cm penis supposed to do when she’s used to a 19cm penis?” She always refused my offer…

My friend’s father in Istanbul got sick and had to accompany her to the hospital for 15-20 days. Because they didn’t have a car, they always ordered me to pick him up. When her husband went to Istanbul, Seval, the woman of my dreams, called me and ordered her order, telling me to come right away. The moment she said she opened the door, I rang the doorbell. My hands were full of shopping bags, her hands were in bras, her breasts were hard as rocks, her nipples were bigger than the joints of my thumbs, and she was wearing a thong, the presence or absence of which was unclear. I’ve often created such scenes in my dreams with my imagination. But this time, it was real. I was almost speechless…

“You won’t be able to escape this time, Mr. Ozan! This cat will eat that penis today. That ass will taste that cock too, if necessary!” she said. “God, be like my mind!” I was praying. But she said, “Stop praying. A cat hungry for penis has no religious beliefs. I’m going crazy, don’t you understand? Kiss me, kiss me, even if it’s necessary, you will kiss me every day for these 15-20 days and get me pregnant!” Dalgakıran. “Of course, I have four children, don’t destroy my house. I’m dying for you too, but there’s no way, no way, if I lay a hand on you, my wife will divorce me!” I said. “Your wife is my confidant. She knows I’m unhappy with my husband’s 9cm penis, that I’ve never had an orgasm in my life, and that I’m unhappy, and she even suggested I borrow you for a minute!” Dalgakıran…

“My wife would never propose such a thing in her life!” I said. “Look, I’ll call your wife now. Listen to it for yourself!” And indeed, a voice called from the phone: “Gulnihal, my dear, the poet is here with me now, with my bra in one hand and a thong on my ass. Your husband is in such pain, his penis is tearing through his pants, and you know I’m in even worse shape. Would you let me taste your husband’s dick, my dear?” My wife said, “Go for it, my dear. Kiss Kiss, anyway, when the poet fucked me for years, he actually fucked you. May his dream come true too! Good kisses to you!” she said.

I couldn’t believe my ears. “Well, it’s my fault, my friend, forgive me!” Kissing the lips of my dreams while talking to the 92-66-92 body was something for me. Within five minutes, our tongues and lips were playing with each other, our oral fluids mixing. It was time for breasts. Oh my God, those were breasts. The world has never seen such beauty since the dawn of time. The breasts in the Mona Lisa’s painting are next to Seval’s. I put my mouth in them, quenching my thirst for years. Because she never gave birth, she never breastfed, and because she didn’t love her husband, she never kissed him, never made him love her. She always kept this beauty for me…

When I sucked her breasts, Seval almost growled, “My God, there’s no pleasure like this!” She giggled between two bursts of laughter, licking her neck. After my breasts, I move down to my stomach, the one I recognized on the beach. I move down from her belly to her slender legs. Kiss and lick, while I move down to her toes. Since I often mention the beauty of her toes, she’s been taking such good care of her feet since time immemorial, adorning them with colorful nail polish, which drives me crazy. There, before me, are her magnificent toes. I sucked every single toe on each foot for a few minutes. Then I sucked my fingers in your hand. “My whore, my whore, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, I will kiss your pussy and ass and fuck you!” I was releasing the gas with these words. He said, “If you don’t, you are filth, a son of a bitch, a bastard, an animal!” She responded with curses like these:

It was her turn to take off her thong and lick her pussy. I don’t know how many times I orgasmed while licking. This wasn’t a pussy, it was a valley of indescribable beauty. As soon as I started licking, her clit swelled like a walnut. After I released her from my hair, she started talking, “Come on, put on this penis I’ve been wanting to eat for years!” I said, “This isn’t a rip-off. You have to beg a little longer. Not every whore can eat this penis!” I said. “Fuck you, son of a bitch. Can’t you see I’m with you, you son of a bitch!” As he said that, I suddenly plunged my 19cm war machine cock into her pussy, which was like a stream flowing into a river. A “Ooooo!” He said that if someone dehydrated in the desert drinks liters of water for days, it’s the same as “Ooooh!” He can’t say his voice, he can’t experience the same happiness, he can’t express his feelings of happiness. As I pumped her pussy, Seval cried out, “Oh my God, I think I’m going to die of happiness!” And after about half an hour of kissing, I finally came inside her pussy!

Dear readers, this is the story of how I kissed my friend’s wife for the first time. When Seval tasted my cock, she begged and pleaded with my wife, “Don’t deprive me of this cock!” Of course, this was also the second, third, tenth, and hundredth anniversary of my kiss. When my wife comes to visit, she calls me. I’ll kiss Seval sometimes under my wife’s supervision, sometimes alone, and sometimes with my wife both times. We’re entering a quieter period than before with my friend. But in the meantime, I had two sons with my new wife over the course of two years, from December to December. And so that the children are like me, my whore, my whore, laughing, “isn’t this his uncle, of course he will be like that too!” He says this and conveys it 🙂