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I am a 25 year old married woman for 5 years. We are the same age as my husband. We have a perfect marriage, I am happy, I have an understanding husband who fulfills my every wish. But our only problem is our perspective on sexuality. My husband is literally a horny man. I, on the other hand, am not as keen on sex as he is. My upbringing, my family that makes sexy look like a bogeyman, my being a virgin and not isolating myself from everything, everything came together, I almost became a Frigid woman and came out. We fell in love with each other for lightning’s sake, kept the dating period short and got married, without getting to know each other well enough. Only, I told her that he was my first man, and she mentioned that she had had sex since puberty.

He slept with countless girls and women, but after I met him, it was just me. He would teach me everything. No woman he had sex with was as beautiful, sexy, or flamboyant as me. He started to teach starting from the wedding night. It’s the first time I’ve seen a man naked, the first time I’ve looked closely and touched an uplifted masculinity, for the first time a foreign hand, a man’s penis has touched between my legs. I was able to overcome my fear of intimacy
with the help of my understanding, loving husband, and after struggling all night, I gave up my virginity in the morning.

It continued like this after all. My husband always asked for it, I gave it. On the rare days when I only drink, I sometimes get horny and make the first move. Even a single glass is enough to get me drunk, they relax, I start laughing. At the second glass, I can’t control my actions, that woman who sees sex as a duty goes, I become a horny whore to my husband, then I pass out. I wake up in the morning with a headache, my husband’s withered sperm between my legs, my husband lying happily next to me.

A month ago, we went on holiday to Antalya. It was a beautiful resort. The Bungalow type, spread over a large land, consisted of detached houses, the interiors of which were beautifully decorated. Everything was great, we were laughing and having fun. We used to go to the big swimming pool in the middle during the day and to the disco in the village at night. Our days were going great. At the end of the third day, we became intimate with the young animator, who organized entertainment by the pool. His name was Hakan and he always started hanging out with us. My husband and I were sleeping with them, and I was joining them.

I soon realized that Hakan’s main goal was to hit on me. Their movements, the way they looked at me were different. Okay, he was a handsome boy, a beautiful man with strong strength, flamboyant muscles, sportsman body. But with my husband, I couldn’t face him. I tried to explain it to my husband by hinting at it several times. While we were making love in our bed at night, I said to my husband, “Kadir… That Hakan… His eyes are always on me… He looks like food. I have two pieces of cloth on me in the pool, and he peels them off with his eyes. I’m afraid…” I said.

He didn’t even take it. He laughed, “Does he look like he’s going to fuck up? Never mind my love… I’m with you. You are so beautiful that you are so sexy when you wear those tiny bikinis that poor Hakan can’t help but look at you like all men. Nevermind! Next to other men staring at you, let him give me a look at my beautiful, sexy wife! I think you don’t mind, let’s enjoy our vacation!” he continued to make love.

What a large husband I had. He was so confident in himself that he didn’t even know the word jealous. As my husband sauntered over me in his usual missionary position, I lay under him, questioning whether this much comfort was a good thing. Would I like it more if he was a little jealous? If she restricts, interferes with everything, if she is a girl. I just couldn’t decide. I gave up too. I turned my attention to my husband’s cock, which was coming in and out of me, trying to get a little bit of pleasure.

The next day, our holiday continued in the same way. Again by the pool. Again, Hakan, who ends up next to us in every spare moment. His eyes that seem to eat me when my husband is not present. On the one hand, I was shy, I did not show much, on the other hand, I was secretly happy to be liked and wanted so much, and I felt pleasant. My husband on one side, Hakan on the other. I felt like a princess between two men who admired me.

We went to the disco in the evening of the fifth day. There was a great atmosphere. Lively, loud music that makes one’s blood boil, people dancing, kissing, making love, regardless of the world… I was wearing a short, strappy T-shirt without a bra, revealing my erect breasts, a miniskirt, and high-heeled sandals on my feet. I was standing next to my husband, who was fidgeting to the music, and we were looking around.

Hakan finished beside us with cocktail glasses in his hand. I didn’t want to drink much because I knew I was intolerant to alcohol. But I could not break the insistence of both Hakan and my husband, I took the glass he brought and we started drinking. Here again the same thing was happening. After a few sips, the alcohol started coursing through my veins. My married, dignified, housewife mask broke with a click, and the woman in me came out.

When our first glasses were finished, Hakan immediately went and brought the second glasses. I started to join them, fidgeting and dancing where I was. We shot our second glasses and threw ourselves on the dance floor with my husband. Flashing and rotating lights under the dim light, booming music…

After a while, Hakan came to us and started to dance next to us. I was dancing with two boys. Oriental music began. My favorite music. I was curling and twisting, tossing my long hair and miniskirt, dancing to the rhythm of the music inside me. Hakan and my husband were standing in front of me with their applause. Both of their eyes were roaming all over me, while I was squirming like a professional belly dancer under their eager gazes.

The music ended, we returned to our table. Hakan brought the drink again. I had completely let myself go. I drank it in one gulp. I was dancing in front of the men sitting at the table under the influence of the crazy dance music going on where I was. I was so enthused that I even remember getting on the chair I was sitting on. Both of them, even the men around, were watching me from below. I’m sure they could even see the thong panties I wore under my swaying tiny skirt…

And with the courage of alcohol, I didn’t even care. I even liked it when they looked at me like that… My husband didn’t even make any moves to stop me or bring me down. I think my husband liked it when they looked at me. I got tired after a while. The active dance, the alcohol that I had too much had affected me, I could not stand. My head was spinning. I was laughing and talking nonsense. My husband took my arm and said, “Let’s go honey, you’re so hard. Hakan, can you help me, let’s take my wife to our room…” he said.

They crossed my sides, put my arms around their necks, picked me up and took me out of the disco. In fact, they were no different from me, they also drank well. They were laughing, talking, and barely keeping their balance. But after all, being men, they were more resistant to drinking. We left the disco. All the way to our room, my husband’s hand was on my back, while Hakan’s hand was on my waist and hips. He was rubbing his hand on my hips as I walked. I was so drunk that I couldn’t react, and he continued his caresses.

We came to our room, they opened the door, we went in together. They brought me up to the bed. First I sat down, then when I got dizzy I threw myself on my back. I knew the miniskirt was stripped from my bottom and was in the square all the way down to my panties, but I didn’t care. With this head, I was in no mood to fix a skirt at this time of night…

Hakan was standing right in front of me, looking at me. I guess she must have liked the view of my thong panties, she couldn’t take her eyes off me. My husband was sitting in the next seat, looking for something to drink from the mini fridge, drunk. Hakan stopped looking at me and reluctantly wished me good night. He was heading for the door when my husband called out with a liquor bottle in his hand, “Where are you going, Hakan? Let’s have another drink, man, it’ll be polish!” he invited.

Hakan jumped on him and immediately accepted the offer. Apparently he couldn’t get enough of watching me. My husband was starting to yawn while I was drinking his first drink. Meanwhile, Hakan’s phone rang. He went out to the balcony and talked for a while. Even as he spoke, his eyes did not leave me, I could see. While Hakan was on the balcony, my husband finished his drink, slumped on the sofa and started snoring. Finishing his speech, Hakan came to my husband and said, “Kadir brother!” she called out, poking my snoring napping husband several times, trying to wake him up.

My husband was still sleeping. He left her and came to me. I couldn’t even raise my arm, I was content only with trying to watch what was going on in the room that was spinning around me through my squinted eyes. He sat next to me. He watched me for a long time. “Bukeett!” she called me. I lifted my head slightly and answered limply, in the same tone, “Sir, am I?” saying. I was laughing at the same time. “Why don’t you have another drink, Bouquet?” she said. He was holding my hand and stroking it while asking.

“I am very drunk, Hakan. I don’t want to drink anymore…” I said. He said, “Dear, there is more soda in it. Look, I’m throwing this pill in it too. This drug is perfect for dizziness and drunkenness, it reduces its effects!” said. “Does it reduce? Hey, it’s beautiful. Let me drink!” I said, forcibly lifted my arm and took the glass from his hand, leaning my back against the headboard of the bed, taking a sip.

He kept talking about the air while sipping his own drink with me. Meanwhile, he put his hand on my side on my knee. Then, as he continued to speak, his hand on my knee started to caress my leg with very slow movements, moving slightly upwards. I didn’t care. I had no intention of doing anything, to oppose it anyway.

After a while, the dose of caresses increased, the hand on my leg went under my skirt again caressingly. It was moving on my legs like a snake gliding. I also liked his caress. I stretched like a cat where I lay. Something inside me started to flow and boil. His hand, stroking between my legs, had now reached my panties, caressing my cunt over my thong panties. I tried to stand up, half-heartedly protesting, “Oh… What are you doing, Hakan?” I said limply.

“Shhh! Calm down dear. I just want to fuck you!” He grabbed my shoulders and pressed me back. It made me laugh when he talked about fucking directly. “Nasty!” I said. I put my hand on the one that was moving under my skirt and said, “Ahh Hakan… You are so rude, you know? You are both rude and handsome! I want to look at you as I look at your statuesque body, muscles, and dick that rattles your swimsuit! I’m done Hakan! My fat is melting! I’m getting wet!” I said. Words poured out of my mouth involuntarily, driven by the courage of drunkenness. I was expressing things that I felt inside, that I had not even told myself, and I was confessing my feelings and admiration to him…

Hakan said, “I admire you too, my love! That beautiful, shapely body, smile, sexy. I’m sick of you. I get fucked the first time I see you and every time I see you! I’m crazy to love, caress, fuck you! Ohhh! You are very beautiful baby! Today is the day! Now I’m about to fuck you! I got my request! I will fuck you next to your husband! In front of her eyes! I’ll fuck you all over! You’re mine tonight! You are my woman! Mine!” He said and took my hand and placed it in his lap. He pinned me his hardened, pile-like device under his pants. “Look at this! How does he want you! Can’t wait to fuck you my dick! Ohhhh! My baby! My dear!” said.

I didn’t even have time to answer. The way he spoke using such vulgar, obscene, dirty, cocky, cocky words was driving me crazy. I was being driven. These were words that I did not hear much from my husband, that I did not allow him to speak, that I silenced. I left myself too. I didn’t have the strength to resist the hand that loved and caressed me. On the contrary, I wanted him to go further, caress, love, let alone resist. My blood was boiling. The hand that caressed my cunt increased its audacity and pulled out my panties. He had his fingers inside me. He was stroking my clitoris and lips of my wet pussy with his fingers…

I was able to take care of my husband while he was in that state. He was still snoring, propped up on the seat. He couldn’t hear if the ball was thrown. Then I realized something. I had a burning sensation in my groin. My pussy was on fire, it was itchy around, inside. It was as if all the blood of my body had gathered there. I could almost feel all my blood coursing through my veins. “What’s going on with me like this?” I tried to ask. Hakan didn’t even answer me. She had my skirt rolled up to my waist, her head bent over my crotch, and her full attention on my pussy. I was propped up on my elbows, drunkenly trying to figure out what he was doing. He licked his lips. With his tongue out, he was licking like a puppy, pouting my cunt with his lips.

“Mmmmhhh!” I moaned, “Ohhh, Hakan! What are you doing?” I said in a whisper. He stopped licking and looked at me and said, “I’m licking your cunt honey! Beautiful pussy! If you don’t want me to leave? What are you saying? Shall I let go?” she said. “Oh! No! Do not let go! Very nice! Go on!” I immediately snapped, “I like it when you lick it, it’s like it’s taking my pussy on fire. What’s going on with me like this, Hakan? It’s like my pussy is on fire. What did you do to me? Otherwise… The pill you put in…” When I said, he smiled, “I just put a stimulant in your drink, honey. You’re going to beg me to fuck you tonight! You’re going to beg me to shove my dick, to fuck your ass, to lick my dick!” said.

“Oh! No! I never do, I can’t do what you say! I’m a married woman, how could you do this to me, Hakan, in front of my husband?” I protested with the last remnants of my strength. He let go of me, stood up and quickly took off his pants and shirt and threw them away. He was left with only his briefs. There was a huge bulge in the front of the panties. Then he took off his panties. When his swimsuit got wet in the pool, his cock, which I had always seen and wondered about, jumped out. She had a slightly thick cock the same size as my husband’s, turned upwards, like a stone.

He approached me, grabbed my hair from where I was lying, and pulled me to him, hurting me. He brought my lips close to his groin and his cock. I knew what you wanted. I took out my helpless tongue and licked the tip slowly. She said to me, “Your husband is my sweetheart tonight! Lick it!” he said in a stern voice. “Lick and suck!” he said harshly, shoving the head of his dick into my mouth. Desperately, I opened my mouth and accepted. She tugged by my hair and started sticking his dick in and out of my mouth. He reached out with his other hand and slid it through the cleavage of my shirt, began to run it over my braless breasts, squeezing and grabbing. I moaned. I liked licking it. The male scent of her groin was more arousing like an Aphrodisiac, driving me crazy, as if the medicine she put in my drink wasn’t enough.

I brought my hand to my groin, crotch search. I tried to put out the fire that was burning there by stroking it with my fingers. What is possible! I was on fire. My thin fingers were not enough to put out the fire. Also, the hand that was grabbing my breasts was increasing my fever even more. Then he took his dick out of my mouth, freed it from my grip, and stepped back. He licked my lips, wet from sucking and licking his dick. I answered his lips passionately. He kissed me until I was out of breath. Then he let go of my lips and pushed me onto the bed, straightening himself up and backing up. He was standing by the bed watching me, stroking his wet cock…

I stood like a child whose toy was taken away. That burning sensation in my groin, swelling and itching in my tummy still continued, as if its intensity was increasing. I brought both my hands to my crotch, squeezing, stroking, writhing in the bed with my legs closed…

When I turned my head to the side, I suddenly caught sight of my husband! What I was afraid of had happened to me. His eyes were open. He was looking at me. To his wife lying in bed with a naked man next to her. It’s like the world collapsed on me. I was ashamed, I fell to the ground. “Magnitude!” I could say.

Meanwhile, Hakan was leaning over me, taking off everything I had on me one by one. In a short time I was also naked, writhing in bed. I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t stop the desire for sex rising inside me. It was as if my husband’s expressionless eyes began to shine. I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. What was happening to me? It wasn’t the usual alcohol frenzy. I was going crazy for something to get inside me, for a dick to get in and fuck me wildly. This is the only way I could get rid of the itching and fire inside me. It seemed to me…

I begged my husband, extended my hand and called, “Kadir… My husband… Come to me… To bed… I want you… Immediately…” I said. My husband, on the other hand, was drunk, unable to raise his arm, and was content to watch us on the sofa. With his typical drunken speech, limp, limp, he answered me with his tongue barely turning inside his mouth, “My wife… You look great… You both look… You’re like fucking artists in porn… Come on… Let me watch you…” He said. He was looking at us as he said this, with his pants down and rubbing his half-hardened dick with his hand. I couldn’t believe my ears, what was this man saying?

Hakan stepped in and interfered, “There is no good for you from your brother Kadir. He wants me to fuck you. Isn’t it, Kadir brother? Do you want me to fuck your wife? Now, over there, in front of your eyes, fuck your beautiful wife? Your sexy wife?” said. My husband nodded approvingly, “Yes, fuck my wife Hakan! Fuck him! dick bitch! Fuck you my wife! Find out what sex is! Let him find out what it is to want and not get! Let him learn to beg!” said.

Hakan turned to me this time, “What are you saying, my love? You want to be fucked don’t you? Oh, my baby! How you squirm for sex, for getting fucked. Water is flowing from his cunt. You want to be fucked like crazy, I know. Right now, you’re willing to fuck anyone who comes along. I have tried this pill many times, I know its effects very well. If I fuck you until the morning, you won’t get enough! You want to make love non-stop right now. But no, beg me! Beg me to fuck! Beg me to fuck you, fuck my dick! Otherwise, I won’t fuck you, I won’t!” said.

He was right. I was writhing with such a desire, such a crazy desire to make love, to be fucked that surrounded my body. I wanted to close my legs tightly and pinch my pussy, wrap my arms around myself and satisfy the overwhelming desire inside me. But in vain, I had no choice but to do as he said. I did what he wanted in a low voice, “Please Hakan…” I stammered. He put his hand to his ear, laughing, “Sir? I couldn’t hear, honey! Say it out loud! Neither I nor your husband can hear. What do you want from me?” she said. I was at the end of my patience now. I couldn’t stand it. I was ready to do whatever he wanted, as long as you fuck…

“Bastard, I want you!” I shouted, “Fuck me bastard! You know what I want you son of a bitch! You knew I was going to be in this situation when I popped that pill. Fuck me now! Stylish! I’ll do whatever you want, come now!” I said and split my legs as much as possible. I grabbed my cunt’s lips and opened it. I showed him my pink flower with water flowing through it. I begged desperately. In her words, “Please… I want you… Get that thing inside of me… Your dick… Put your cock… I beg!” I said. Tears started to come out of my eyes, I was crying quite involuntarily…

“Well, my love, since you want me to fuck so much, let me give you what you want! Isn’t it, Kadir brother? Look how your wife is crying! He wants me to fuck! He’s begging me to fuck off!” said. He reached out his hand and wiped the tears flowing from my cheeks, “My dear, I can’t stand you! How he is crying, look at this brother Kadir!” said. My husband said, “Come on, Hakan! Don’t beg anymore. Give my wife what she wants! Look, I’m waiting too, fuck that!” said.

Hakan finally got what he said and made me beg for a fuck. I grabbed his hand that was caressing my cheek, wet from my tears, kissed his palms, pulled him to me desperately. He came in smiling, spread my legs apart and got between me. He grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it on my ass. “Ohhhh!” I groaned writhing. I waited for the rest to come. Did not come. He was rubbing his cock back and forth along my soaked wet slit, stroking my clit with his dick, driving me crazy. Even that first contact of your dick was enough for me. I had my first contractions. I was having an orgasm before I even got inside. It was like water was gushing out of my pussy…

He took my t-shirt and did a leg search, took the wetness of my cunt. He brought my shirt soaked with the juices of my pussy to his nose and sniffed. Then, with slow movements, he aimed his dick at the entrance of my cunt, resting his head. He started to force my pussy, which was dry on the outside. I groaned in pain. He didn’t even take it. He continued to part my cunt’s lips in two and stick them in. The pleasure waters that came from inside of me started to flow again, making my pussy slippery. He inserted it halfway and pulled it back. He inserted it again. This time, his dick had penetrated me in one swift move. I hugged his neck tightly. I took it myself. I was taking such pleasure, “Ahhh! Very nice!” I groaned. It just stayed inside of me. He wasn’t moving. “Come on! Go on! Fuck me Hakan!” I said…

I was holding her head in my hands, placing wild kisses on her lips. I wanted him to come and go, but he remained motionless. This time, I started lifting and lowering my hips, making his hard cock come and go in my pussy. I was like crazy. Madness came to me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and fell to the side, laying my man on his back and climbing on top of him. Now I had the upper hand. I could act as I wanted. With that burning desire, I started to get up and down. He got up on my knees, not stopping until his head popped out. Then he sits down quickly, his stinging dick is up to my bottom, our groins are sticking together…

I was repeating this movement like a machine. The rubbing of her pubic hairs on my clitoris was killing me with pleasure. I ejaculated again with that pleasure. There was no click in Hakan. It was not empty. He was like a soldier with his erect dick in me, ready for my command. When I finished ejaculation, he knocked me over. He got up, grabbed my waist and twisted it on the bed. He got in behind me this time. It went on and on for minutes. My waters of pleasure were trickling down my legs into the bed. I put my hand in and brought my finger to my clitoris. With my head on the pillow, bent over, while stroking and squeezing my clit with my fingers, Hakan was going back and forth like a piston inside me…

He quickened his movements. I was getting close to rising again, to orgasm when it suddenly came out of me. It was like howling. On my waist, on my back, I felt the hot springs like rain. It was emptying. Just as I was getting close to orgasm, the sudden coming out of me drove me crazy. I threw myself on the bed. I continued to caress myself with my fingers, battering my clit. I was squirming in bed in front of two men watching me with excitement. I started to ejaculate screaming soon. I contracted, trembled, groaned for minutes…

When my contractions were over, I was left with my arms and legs open as if I had been crucified. I was done. My arms weren’t holding. I was panting, trying to breathe. My chest was heaving up and down like a bellows. I was sweaty. I had Hakan’s offspring on my back, I could feel his wetness on the floor where I lay. Hakan took my hand, took my arm, took me to the bathroom. He put it under the shower, washed it well, took it out and dried it. He brought it back to bed and laid it down. He went and got himself under the shower. I couldn’t even wiggle my finger. I was lying on my back in bed…

Suddenly I felt a touch between my legs. I forced my eyes open. He was my husband. I moaned, “Oh! No!” I said. My husband didn’t even mind me. Her skin was wet, droplets of water gliding through. It was as if he had just taken a shower and had lost his drunkenness. This time, my husband spread my legs, got up and shoved his dick. In that instant, that familiar fire of pleasure engulfed my entire body again. I couldn’t believe myself. I just vacated. It hadn’t been ten minutes yet. But I was taking my husband’s cock with appetite, as if he had just started making love…

I parted my legs and surrendered myself to the arms of the lust that rose within me. I closed my eyes, trying to feel my husband’s cock going up and down inside me. I opened my eyes with warmth touching my lips. Coming out of the shower, Hakan came to us, grabbed the towel around his waist with his hand and rubbed his hardened cock on my lips again. “Open your mouth! Take my cock in your mouth! Lick my dear!” said. I just did what you said. I opened my mouth wide, and he slid his dick between my lips. I closed my mouth and started to pout as much as I could put in my mouth. I was stroking and sucking the part of my mouth with my tongue. My husband also kept his eyes on me while he was going back and forth inside me, watching how I licked the dick of the man with whom he shared his wife. It was obvious that he was enjoying it, as I watched us, I felt that the dick that was going back and forth inside me was getting bigger…

I couldn’t believe in myself, what I was doing, what I was going through. In a dream, I felt like I was in a porn movie. My husband was going back and forth between my legs, I was taking the man’s cock in my mouth, licking and sucking it all over. I was constantly stroking his balls hanging from the bottom with one hand. Hakan’s hand, who had his dick sucked on me, was moving around my breasts, caressing and squeezing the ends. My husband, on the other hand, grabbed my ankles with one hand and lifted my legs up, stroking my butthole with his finger, which he moistened with my waters of pleasure, while he was walking back and forth on my narrowed pussy…

That woman who saw sex as a duty was a thing of the past. Instead, a horny prostitute had arrived. horny. Insatiable. I was enjoying every part of me, every hole. Continually. Unceasingly. I was about to go crazy with pleasure…

First, Hakan’s cock, which I sucked in my mouth, stroking it with my tongue, began to contract, growl like a bear, and ejaculate. He grabbed my hair and thrust his dick deep into my mouth. I was sick to my stomach, I wanted to gag, get your dick out. But he didn’t leave. On the contrary, he was pressing down on my tonsils. I felt his warm semen slide down my throat. It seemed like it would never end. As if he wasn’t the one who just vacated…

My husband was also constantly going back and forth inside me, he was starting to accelerate. Hakan’s orgasmic groans fired him, too, and he began to contract. I could feel her tensing body, the growing and growing dick twitching in and out of my pussy. Before Hakan finished ejaculating inside my mouth, my husband started ejaculating on my pussy as well. At the same time, two men were pouring their semen into me. One in my mouth, one in my pussy. This fired me up. I started having an orgasm again, cuddling my husband’s dick. All three of us were ejaculating. Moans and shrieks of pleasure filled the room. In a great chorus, we finally mingled with each other on the bed with our naked bodies moving, contracting, burning with lust.

Even the hotel room’s air conditioner was insufficient for our fever, we were all sweating. We were out of breath. We were still convulsing where we lay, stroking each other wherever we came across. Our arms and legs were intertwined. We lay in this condition for several minutes. Then my husband got up. He took both of our hands and lifted us up, and we went into the bathroom together. Two men and a woman hugged each other under the warm water flowing over us. In the middle, while I was kissing my husband’s lips, Hakan was kissing my neck and shoulders behind me. It was as if our bodies were glued to each other, regaining their senses with the soothing effect of the water. I could feel the touch of my men’s dicks that were starting to stir again, they were moving through my body. One was in the front, the other behind me, between my legs.

Hakan reached over to the bathroom shelf and took the shower shampoo, poured it generously in his palm, leaving my body foaming all over. My husband did the same with my front. I closed my eyes. I surrendered myself to the pleasure of the slippery touch of their bodies, of their foamy hands roaming my whole body. I was purring like a cat, moaning with pleasure…

I turned and hugged them both. I was not in the middle now, I was one of them, we were like a single entity made up of three bodies wrapped in bubbles. We hugged, caressed and kissed each other in delight. Our lips were caressing each other. My men were stroking each other as they hugged and caressed me. While my husband was showering my ears and lips with a shower of kisses, his hand would go around Hakan’s developed muscles, he would go down to stroke his chest and stroke his erect cock, he would pass me from there, he would go up to my breasts by stroking my contracting stomach, he was grabbing my breasts and making me moan with pleasure. Then Hakan did the same thing to my husband and me. A feeling of sheer, pure sensuality covered all three of us…

Hakan stopped stroking and lifted me into the air with his strong arms. He started rubbing his slippery dick under my ass. I tried to make it easier by wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He slowly brought me down, almost hooked me to his dick. Your dick was all in me. I hugged his neck tightly…

Meanwhile, my husband was behind me, hugging both of us. I felt his cock up my ass hole too. Hakan’s hands gripping my hips had split them in two, making my tiny asshole ready for my husband’s entrance. My husband was rubbing the head of his dick, which was slippery with the suds of the shower shampoo, on my ass hole, driving me crazy. This is something I’ve never done. Fucking my ass, not my husband, I didn’t even mention it. Now, the pleasure of my husband’s cock, stroking around the corners of my asshole, was mixed with the pleasure of Hakan’s hardness in my cunt. I was anxiously awaiting what would happen to me…

My husband loaded and pressed, thrusting the head of his slippery cock into my tiny asshole, again slick with foam. I bit my lips and moaned. I fell in love with Hakan’s lips. It didn’t hurt as much as I expected. I think it was because of the bubbles. The cock, whose head had entered, entered and entered slowly, without much difficulty anymore, until I finally felt my husband’s crotch on my buttocks. Both of my holes were filled now. The dicks in me felt like they were rubbing against each other. I bit my lips. A little spicy. Lots of pleasure…

In the front, Hakan moved his waist, lowered and lifted my hips, came back and forth inside me, stopped. This time my husband was behind me, up and down my ass a few times, and he stopped. I couldn’t believe it. The pleasure I had had consumed me. To be fucked both in my pussy and my ass. I was devoted to it. I was tasting pleasures that I have never tasted in my life…

Then my husbands started working in a machine rhythm. One goes in, the other comes out, while the one behind me is emptying, the one in front of me was filling my pleasure zone. I couldn’t stand it, I was enjoying it so much that I started to moan and wail. Hakan immediately clung to my lips, choking my voice. Now I was moaning hoarsely inside her mouth…

After a while they got tired and stopped to rest. This time I hung on Hakan’s neck and started to lower and raise my hips. The stone-like dicks that stood motionless in me were rising and falling within me, entering my holes at the same time and coming out at the same time. That also challenged me. My legs were stretching as if they were going to explode, I was having difficulty…

Then they went into action, they started pumping again. In the bathroom, the sounds of our bodies colliding, the moans of pleasure from the three of us echoed, these sounds seducing us even more. My husband came out of my ass after a while, “Guys, I’m so tired!” said. Without getting out of my ass, Hakan said, “You lie down here, Kadir brother! We will come to you!” said. My husband got out from under the shower and lay on his back on the bathroom tiles. His dick was in the air. Hakan embraced me, we went to my husband. Trembling with desire, I climbed on top of my husband and fucked his dick in one swoop. I sat up a few times…

Hakan came up behind me and split my thighs in two. He opened the hole in my throat and pressed his dick. This time they have moved. I was able to take Hakan’s cock, which was a little thicker, in my ass with difficulty. I was full again. We started action again. Pleasure machines began to work in front of me, behind me. I was mad with pleasure. It was driving me crazy when stone-like dicks slid through me, caressed me while they were going in and out, colliding inside me, crushing the flesh between my two holes…

The inevitable result in the end. Orgasm. Pure pleasure. Little death. My eyes squinted, tremors, convulsions began. While I was contracting, I started to crush the dicks inside me. They were having trouble getting in and out. My husband started shouting from the bottom, “Ohhhh my love! Your pussy is driving me crazy! I’m coming!” saying. Hakan was also in motion behind me. The fingers holding my waist were getting tighter, the movement of his hips was increasing, the cock that was going in and out of my ass was getting more and more. Again we were ejaculating at the same time, all three of us. My husband was under me in my cunt, Hakan behind me, they poured their sperm into my ass screaming…

By the time we finished our ejaculation, we were exhausted. The semen left by my men who ejaculated in both my holes were dripping down my legs. We got under the shower one by one, and the one who dried himself went and threw himself on the bed. Our pestil was out since the evening. The first rays of the morning were starting to seep through the curtains. My two men were on either side of me, one of their legs crossed over me, their hands on my breasts. The sweet tiredness of ejaculating many times, we left ourselves in the arms of sleep in peace…

It was in the afternoon when I woke up. Both were not with me. I got up, took a shower, put on my bikini and went outside. As I guessed, the two shared pools were sitting on the sun loungers and chatting. They were both in good spirits. They were laughing and laughing. When they saw me, they got up, they both came to me and kissed me on my cheeks and lips, they hugged me with love.

During the three days we stayed there, we did not part from each other. We shared the same bed at night. We made love until morning. When the holiday was over, we returned home. We never talked about Hakan again, about what my husband and I had experienced on that vacation. Everything we experienced stayed in that holiday village. But my relationship with my husband has also become perfect. I turned out to be a woman who loves sex, wants sex, and never says no to anything, just the consistency my husband wanted. One of us wants to make love, one look is enough, we fall into each other’s arms, we make love for hours. We don’t need the complacency of alcohol or any anesthetic.

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