Secrets of My Wife

Secret of My Wife 04

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It was interesting that İpek did not talk about what she had done. However, she needed to know that I would not be angry with her. We both agreed. I believed she would never betray me again. It had been a week since she slept with our landlord, Mr. Murat. Days passed while I was waiting for him to confess. Of course, these days were not wasted. I was watching what they were doing on the daily camera recordings. Murat would come and stay with us for two hours every two days.

He fucked my wife sobbingly, by lifting her up on the kitchen counter on Monday. He fucked my wife groaningly in the shower on Wednesday, and had her bouncing on his lap in our bed on Friday. I did not find any fault with the man. I need to shake his hand and congratulate him. Anyway, my wife was a whore. I didn't like it,either. I wanted my wife so much. In whatever position he fucked İpek the day before, I would fuck her the same way the next day. All three of us were happy, the only problem was that she was doing this behind my back.

On Saturday afternoon, after buying a few bottles of beer, cookies, and chips from the market, I entered the house. İpek was preparing dinner. She greeted me at the entrance and hugged and kissed me. While eating, she said, "I have a surprise for you."

I took the beers and cookies, and went to the living room. I didn't know what to do. Five minutes later, she came to the living room in a black-lace, open nightgown, and turned around. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She connected her phone to the TV, and opened a video from her gallery. It was a video showing the entrance to our bedroom--with Murat, their kissing, and then İpek giving him a blowjob and making love to him.

"Tah-dah... here are my sex videos with Murat, whose fantasy you dreamed of," she said.

"What, how so? Did you sleep with him?" I asked, trying to play the role of the idiot.

"Yes, my love, you weren't angry with me, were you? I knew you wanted it so much. You said so in bed. You know, I didn't want it in my mind. I fell in love with the devil. Please tell me you're not angry." She sat on my lap.

Actually, I had been resentful of her for a week, but in the end, she confessed and told the truth. "When did this happen? You knew that we said that is to be no one we know. What are we going to do now?"

"We were together for the first time last Friday. After that day, we did it three more times. Don't worry. They'll be moving into her mother-in-law's house in a few days. We won't be together again. It's over. I swear I had a hard time recording this. I thought you would like it."

"I like it, but I'm offended that you kept it from me. We promised we'd do everything together."

"Come on, baby. I didn't hide it from you. I wouldn't show you this video, if I had bad intentions. I love you so much. I learned my lesson, that I wouldn't do anything to lose you. How many times do I have to say this?"

She kissed me, starting from my neck to my lips. When I responded to her, she took my penis out with her hand, and put it inside her vagina. While she was going up and down my penis, at the same time, she was sitting on Murat's lap on the TV screen. I squeezed her breasts and ejaculated inside. The night ended by watching a movie and drinking beer.

As İpek had said, Murat Bey and Ayla Hanım moved within a week. A family with children settled downstairs. Of course, there were also things that İpek did not tell me. For example, Mr. Murat came and fucked her for two hours the day before he left.

I didn't care what stage my pandering or apparent cuckoldry had reached anymore. Our normal life was continuing. We decided to take a break from the escapades for a while. Thinking about what would happen when I closed the door leaving for work every day, made me tired emotionally. I had a bond with İpek; not trusting her created an unhealthy mood. There was no problem with my job, my earnings allowed us a little freedom. But, since İpek did not work, we did not have extra money to invest.

During one dinner, İpek told me that she wanted to work from home, and that she knew her friend earned money by working from home for a digital platform company. She convinced me by saying, "...that there would be additional income, and all the burden would be lifted from your shoulders and we would save for our future."

She got up and went to the computer, while I was going to work. She was a customer representative, working online wearing headphones. She was getting minimum wage, and was helping with the expenses of the house. For the past two months, I was at ease because she was at home and working. And at the end of the month, more money remained in my pocket. I was able to buy things that I wanted to buy, but could not get before. I bought a home-theater sound system, and a new 165-inch TV, paid for in installments. We even bought one of the latest phones for İpek.

After Murat left, I was guessing that İpek's cunt would itch soon, since there was no new action other than our two-month, standard bed relationship. Winter was ending and spring was starting to show itself.

When İpek said that she was bored of doing and saying the same things all the time at her job, she said that she would work part time, instead of all day. I said okay. She would spend the rest of her time doing other things, dealing with the house. After making love this night, she brought up the main topic. She talked about women undressing, and the money they earned, on the internet live. She was checking my pulse. She opened a live broadcast on the laptop, and made me watch it.

"I can do what these people did. My ears explode from morning to night, my head hurts, and for what? for three cents of salary? What do you say, my love? Nobody understands who I am. Shall I try it, too?"

I didn't know what to say. "My love, give it a try. Don't let your face show. Let's not be disgraced, so be careful. It's has so excited me for other men to see you naked, masturbate, want to fuck you."

"Okay, my love. We need to upload a few profile pictures or something. I'll get ready, you can take a picture," she laughed.

İpek became a member of the website. After taking a few poses in her nightgown and sexy lingerie, we uploaded her nude pictures to the site. We ordered the toys and tools she would use while broadcasting. We added two black-and-white ball masks to the list, and started to wait. The next afternoon, İpek called me. She said that the membership process had been approved and she would start broadcasting when the materials came.

Two days later, she opened her first broadcast in the evening. While İpek was broadcasting in our bedroom, I connected my laptop to the TV in the living room. I was sitting with my beer in my hand, and watching my wife's live broadcast. She was sitting on the bed in her black mini-dress with a low-cut neckline, which I loved so much, and she was swaying to the music in the background.

Because she was new, the demand was high. Her followers were writing messages about how beautiful and sexy she was. İpek was responding to them with a slutty laugh that drove me crazy. She was caressing herself. As the coins came, she lowered the straps of the dress, and continued to broadcast with her breasts exposed. She told those who wanted to see her face that she was married. Messages were full of followers, telling how they would fuck her. The vibrating device in her vagina, worked away in the meantime. İpek's moans made me more horny. They liked her. Even though it was her first time, she was very successful. About one thousand people had seen my wife naked and liked. After the broadcast was over, she came to me and asked me how she was doing. I congratulated her, by saying that I liked it very much and that she did everything well.

She took my penis in her hand and played with it, and said, "Thank you, my husband."

I ejaculated on her hand.

While I was at the office, I would watch the broadcasts sometimes. I was watching what my wife was doing. The number of followers was between 150 to 300 people in the local area and foreign countries. There were kings who gave a lot of tips. Sometimes, she chatted, or stroked her body and masturbated. She acted according to requests. It was an appetizer to their fantasies. In this way, she was earning money and had orgasms that I could not give her. At least I was enjoying the pleasure of fucking the woman that thousands of people dream of every two days.

After a while, when the number of followers started to decrease, she thought of quitting the broadcast. I supported her. I told her that she could continue, if she wanted to continue. Enthusiasm. She had paid for our summer vacation. She would continue her normal part-time customer service job. I was also happy with the developments in my business. We were in the process of establishing a partnership with an international company based in Qatar. If it happened, I would be promoted and my salary would double. Everyone in the company was hopeful of the merger.

My boss held a meeting to inform us that we should establish good relations with the representative from Qatar. A week later, the contract could be signed. Normally, I would stay in the background. Manager Mr. Çağkan would take care of it, but when his mother got sick, things were left to me. I took the representative, Mr. Abdul Secat, from the airport and placed him in the hotel. He would stay here for four days, and we had to impress make a good impression on him. He was a fat man two years younger than me with classical Arab culture and physical characteristics. First of all, I noticed that he was a devoted man for his company. He spoke our language well. On the first day, everyone in the company lined up to have all the inventories and files examined. It was nine o'clock in the evening, when I dropped him off at the hotel.

On the second day, he behaved a little softer, signaling that everything was positive. The boss put a considerable amount of money in my pocket, and told me to do whatever was necessary. In the afternoon, we toured the historical monuments and beautiful places of the city and became more acquainted. In the evening, when the boss joined us, we ate at a nice restaurant and drank alcohol in a classy bar. It was past midnight. The boss said goodbye to us and left. Mr. Secat also loosened up with the effect of alcohol, and the rapport between us increased. He asked me if I could find an escort on the condition that it stayed between us. I searched and tried to find an escort on the internet, but most of them were at work because it was late. One of them was making sex while talking on the phone. We both laughed. I convinced him by saying I'll fix it tomorrow, if he wanted.

The next day, the contracts were signed at the company office. Everyone was happy. After a small celebration party, Mr. Secat told me for his last night, to make arrangements for the job tonight. Where would I find a bitch now? Since I quit those jobs after I got married, all the pimps I knew were gone, too. While I was looking for an escort online in my office, the live-sex broadcast advertisements gave me an idea. Why not? I immediately called İpek and told her that there was a merger. She was very happy. I shared the idea that came to my mind with her.

At first, she objected. "Am I a prostitute?" She agreed, when I told her that I was in a difficult situation and would be embarrassed, if I could not find an escort. I was saying to myself, "What a bitch are you." I told her to pack the house and prepare for the evening; I told her to remove everything, pictures or something that belonged to me.

I went to the office he used temporarily, found Mr. Secat and told him that the job was done, and we would go in the evening. When I said that the woman was married and that she would wear a mask, he especially liked that she was married. He liked it a lot, when I showed him a picture that I got while İpek was broadcasting.

"I want to record a video while I am fucking her," he said.

We parked the rental car one street down from the house at nine-thirty in the evening. He said that forbidden things, especially like secretly fucking a married woman, made him very horny. When we rang the bell and she let us in, he studied my wife from head to toe.

She looked very sexy in a red mini-dress with a low-cut, that only barely covered her full breasts. She greeted us very warmly. She kissed Mr. Secat on the lips and said to him, "Welcome my husband." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and invited us to the living room. When Mr. Secat and I sat down at the drinking table, she served us.

"The wife is like a stone. Her husband won't come, right? Are you going to fuck her, too?"

"Don't worry, her husband is abroad. You fuck that bitch; I fucked her before."

"Hmm, fine. When you come to Qatar, you are my special guest," he said, laughing.

After serving, İpek, she sat on Secat's lap with a glass of drink in her hand. Mr. Secat was stroking her legs, and kissing my wife on the lips. İpek also loved his belly. My little one started to get hard. He was playing with my wife's breast with his hand. At one point, he peeled off the dress and took one of her breasts, and showed it to me. He was saying something in his own language. We all were laughing.

İpek said, "Let's go to our room now and fuck me, my lion."

"I'm going to shoot a video, I need to show it to friends," he said.

"Sure, take your phone with you," I said.

My wife was walking in front, leading the way. Mr. Secat walked behind her to the bedroom. Mr. Secat had already started recording. He was filming all the details of his fucking my wife. I immediately connected to the camera and started watching. Secat placed his phone on the makeup table. İpek peeled off her dress and hugged him naked. I started masturbating while my wife was kissing another man in my bedroom.

Abdul Secat buried his head in İpek's breasts and sucked like crazy. He was stroking her vagina with one hand. Every time he fingered her, İpek sighed. She got down on her knees and took Secat's cock in her mouth and began to lick it. His penis was the size of mine. Secat was facing the camera, making hand gestures and describing the pleasure he got from the situation. After a while, İpek took the cock out of her mouth and got on the bed. She was looking at the camera with her mask on her face. Waiting for her fucker to settle on her back.

"Do you have condoms?"

"No, don't use them, get inside me, my love."

When Secat got inside, she moaning. I knew she was faking it. I knew what big cocks she had taken before. She played her role well. He spanked her hips. He was fucking İpek very hard, doggy style. I ejaculated when there were --slap, slap-- sounds from the room. He changed position, and pulled İpek to the side of the bed with her legs coming up. He put his dick in her vagina again, fucking in and out. He said he would cum. He took his dick out, and put it in her mouth. He left all his sperm in her mouth. İpek swallowed it, too. I sighed, as the two of them took a shower with smiles on their faces.

When they came to the hall. Mr. Secat made a thumbs-up sign with his hand. I got up and gave İpek's money in an envelope. While thanking us, İpek pressed her lips to Mr. Secat's lips.

"You fucked me very well, my love. Please come again."

He was singing songs on the way back to the hotel. He said, "The next time I come, let's keep this woman for a week. Then I'll take off the mask and fuck it."

I laughed and said, "Maybe."

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