Hello, my name is Selim. My wife's name is Sanem, and we've been married for one year. She's my second wife. I left my first wife because we could not get along. Four years later, I met my current wife, Sanem, through my family.
I am forty years old, 1.75 meters (five foot nine inches) tall and an accountant. Sanem is a thirty-year-old, attractive, energetic housewife, with hazel-brown eyes, who takes very good care of herself.
Earlier, Sanem had been living with her family, working to meet her own needs while helping her family, since her family's financial situation was not good. She was a woman who grew up under her father's pressures, but never compromised her passion for shopping. She had amused herself by lying to her family, telling them she was going to Antalya and Bodrum for a company meeting.
We dated for eight months before we got married.
At that time, she sincerely explained everything, including that she was not a virgin; that she was in love with the son of the boss at her former workplace, that the man bought her expensive gifts, took her for rides and entertained her; then took her to his summer house and fucked her there for two days, leaving after a week.
Of course, that didn't stop me because I would never find such a beautiful woman again. I used this knowledge to my advantage, as we fucked many times before we got married. We both were enthusiastic about making love, got along well, and agreed on everything. I realized that she had expensive tastes, and my income was not enough to match her desired lifestyle. As she loved me, I thought she'd be able put up with it.
Soon we got married, were happy, and our conjugal life was good. She bought herself sexy mini-dresses, and drawstring bikinis for our honeymoon because she liked to dress to match how sexy she felt inside. I wasn't against it, and I wasn't the only one to notice, which I was aware of. She showed off her sexy moves while other men were looking at her on the beach or at the pool. Oddly enough, it made me happy that my wife was admired.
My wife is a young, dynamic woman. She was always pushing me to take her to clubs, fancy restaurants, her favorite cafes, places where she could have fun and dance, and while we couldn't do all the things she wanted, due to our economic situation, I was doing my best.
After a while, when the debts piled up, I said to her, "Let's be careful not to spend too much." I gave her a budget and we tried not to overspend. My dear, Sanem, agreed, but she did not like the situation.
My wife missed her family. We went to the city where my wife's family lived, staying for three days. Her family loved me very much because they saw their daughter happy. One evening, my father-in-law invited me to meet his friends for a drink, introducing them to me.
Although my father-in-law was poor, his friends were rich and were helping him financially. One of them, Hasan, was a man who constantly played the stock market, bought and sold houses. He was rich, and lived comfortably. He was a widow, fifty-five years old, his wife having passed away at an early age. He loved and respected my wife, as if she had grown under his care, at his side.
After three days had passed, we returned home. I was back to my morning commute while my wife was occupied with the housework. One evening, while eating and drinking tea, my wife's cell phone received a message. It was from Uncle Hasan.
Hasan: How are you? What are you doing and do you need anything?
My wife also showed me and said, "He always tries to help me, sending money from time to time, and that it was not a big deal, it did not make a difference to anyone."
"Does your father know this?" I asked.
"Uncle Hasan told me not to tell anyone about this. Why are you asking?"
I was a little offended, thinking the man's intentions were not as he made them out to be. But I did not tell this to my wife at first. I told her to at least reply to the man.
Sanem: Hi Uncle Hasan I'm fine, we are trying to make the best of things in our marriage. Whatever, I suppose
Hasan: Oh, does the groom make you sad?
Sanem: No, my dear, he loves me very much, but his financial situation is a little tight so we can't do what we want.
Hasan: Can't you get along?
Sanem: "No, it's just that there are things I want, and sometimes I can't buy clothes or other things.
Hasan: Oh sweet girl, let me send help you out. To the same account number, right?
Sanem: Yes, but please don't tell anyone.
Hasan: Ok, dear
After this correspondence, my wife looked at me mischievously and said, "You're not angry, are you?"
I said, "The man sends money, and does not want anything in return. Come on, you were single and you had needs in the past, but now you are married, and don't have needs."
The next day, he deposited one thousand dollars into my wife's account, and she was happily dancing, as she would buy a lot of beautiful clothes and dresses.
Sanem: Thank you very much, the money came, but there was no need for this much
Hasan: Ok, but it's nothing for me. Take what you want and do not be worried.
Sanem: Thank you. You are incredible.
My wife went shopping with that money and bought herself miniskirts, low-cut dresses, gartered underwear sets, and after, she showed me all of them, we fucked like rabbits that night. She was very happy, but I was wondering what the end result of all this was going to be.
It was the weekend, and I was at home watching TV when my wife came up to me laughing.
"Uncle Hasan sent another message."
I said, "Let's see what he wrote.
Hasan: Hello beauty. Did things work out for you? Did you shop and is it enough?
Sanem: Yes, I bought very nice things. thank you again.
Hasan: Oh, do tell, dear. What did you buy?
I had my suspicions. "Well, he's the one who started all this, so let's see where it leads."
Sanem laughed.
I said, "Okay then, show him what you bought. First, take a photo of the clothes and send it to him. If he wants to see you wearing them, don't send pictures. Tell him, my husband would be angry if he found out about the photos, so let's have a video call."
Old man clearly wants her; let's see what happens. I was so excited. I hid behind the closet door. There was space enough for me to enter the closet, and I could see very clearly from there. My wife put on a miniskirt and low-cut blouse.
"Don't wear a bra," I instructed her. If she bent over a little, her nipples would be showing, not fully covered by the blouse. I told my wife to call him.
She called, and after a normal conversation, my wife tried on the dresses one by one, stepping back in front of the camera each time. She showed off her beautiful legs. She bent down to show her nipples, as if by accident, quickly closing off the view, smiling, telling him she was sorry about the accidental slip.
Hasan said, "I wouldn't even get five minutes of rest, if I had a wife like you." He laughed.
My wife said, "You are very naughty, Uncle Hasan."
They both laughed, then Sanem said see you and hung up the phone. I left the closet and sat on the bed. My wife laughed and asked if I'd enjoyed that, and jumped onto my lap. I fucked her there, twice, that evening.
It was a quiet week, when I got home from work my wife showed me a text on her phone once again.
Hasan: Hello beauty, I'm bored. I'm looking for someone to talk to and I thought about you. Are you available?
She laughed and asked what she should do.
"Let's have fun again," I said, "but this time be a little more sexy. Put the phone on the dresser, pointed away from you, as if you weren't aware that he'd be able to see you naked in the mirror while you were changing."
My wife got very excited and I immediately took my place and started watching.
Hasan was talking about his loneliness, saying that he couldn't find someone suitable for him. He just wasn't into the women that other people thought would be a match, at his age. Those women did nothing for him.
My wife replied, "You are very handsome, so why not look for a young woman, who would actually please you. I think they'd like you, and why not? But hold on for a second. I was cleaning and sweating a lot. I need to change. Please wait for two minutes." She left the phone in the exact position I had indicated earlier. Hasan could clearly see her undressing, her bare breasts and pussy from the reflection in the mirror.
When Sanem returned, Hasan started to ask where he could find a beautiful woman like her. "You are the only one for me, Sanem," he said.
