Secrets of My Wife
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You know, as they say, everything in life is experienced by seeing and living. My story is also the reflection of these experiences.
My name is Ferit. My mother gave me the name of the movie star that she loved very much in the movies, so that I could be tall and handsome like him. To be honest, it was just an intention; as it didn't work out. I am thirty-two years old, standing five foot seven (1.70m), weighing two hundred fifty-three pounds (115 kg), with a fat belly and glasses. I work as an assistant manager in a customs firm; where my job is mostly sitting behind a desk. I have been married for three years, to my wife, İpek, who is brown-haired, about five-feet-five-inches tall (1.65m), and full-figured; a cheerful, attractive woman, who takes care of herself. She is also twenty-seven years old. We do not have any children yet. The story of how the two of us met, frankly, started when I went to the company she worked for, to get some documents.
About four years ago, I went to get missing documents from a logistics company for a job, that I saw as a chore. When I entered the building and went upstairs, a girl in a black miniskirt, trying to get files from the top shelf of the archive cabinet made my day beautiful. She showed me her beautiful legs. So that she wouldn't know I was watching her, I went back down the stairs, made a little noise, and came upstairs again. She smiled when she saw me. Maybe it was that smile that started our story.
Afterwards, I was taking on all the work of that company, just to see her. How many times did I order food to be friends with Ercan, who worked in security, and Samet from accounting. I was asking them questions and getting information about İpek. I was asking questions to find out who she was, and whether she was married or single. Ercan couldn't stand it.
Finally, he said, "Good girl, she has been working here for about a year, I have not seen any mistakes. She dresses a little loosely, but for a young girl that is normal. I even heard that our boss had said to İpek, amongst everyone, that if his boy was a few years older, he would take her as his son's bride. "
Their boss's son, Semih, was eighteen years old at that time. I knew his father and him. He was a decent gentleman. A few days later, I gathered my courage and invited Ipek to have a coffee. She accepted and we started dating in this way.
During this time, her cheerful demeanor and kindness impressed me a lot. Especially those eyes, they melted my heart. I fell deeply in love with her. She found me funny. At that time, I was overweight just like now. My only chance to take her heart was my tongue and my sympathy. When I took her to meet my mother for the first time, my mother didn't like her. She said, "Son, this girl is naughty to you, she is very flirty." Despite all of my mother's negative thoughts, we both got along well; we were happy together. We got engaged, and were married within a year.
We were in a good marriage. We were understanding and loving towards each other. In bed, unfortunately, due to my erection problems, it was mediocre. The doctor said that if I lost weight, it would improve. It had happened occasionally, when I was younger. İpek was wearing sexy nightgowns some nights, dancing, doing shows, trying to get my little one to act. Our nights of success were hot. I felt that I could at least satisfy her. On other nights, though she tried not to show it to me, I noticed her disappointment. She made me believe that it wasn't that important.
In order to put myself in the mode, I was secretly taking naked pictures of her while she was sleeping, recording them on a flash disk, and then watching them and preparing myself for the relationship psychologically. I even got caught by İpek one night, while I was watching and masturbating. While I thought she was going to get angry and shout, she knelt down and took my dick in her mouth. I didn't know she could give a good blowjob like that. I couldn't stand it, I enjoyed it so much, that I ejaculated in her mouth.
İpek continued to work in the same place after our marriage; she wanted to advance in her career. Her big cousin, Alper, started to work as a purchasing manager in the same company a month ago, on the recommendation of İpek. I trusted İpek and allowed her to go to meetings and trips organized by the company, when I was not accompanying her. We went to Ağva and Şile on company tours together. Company employees saw me as their friend; I got on well with most of them.
I never interfered with her dress or movements when she went to work, or when we went to visit some places. I liked her wearing miniskirts and dresses with slits. It made me proud that my wife was beautiful. Besides, I had full confidence in her. This weekend, they were going to Sapanca for the annual situation assessment and motivation meeting with their company friends. They would go Saturday morning and return Sunday evening. When Ipek told me, I had a severe cold. Because of this, I thought I couldn't go, so I let her go alone. I had hoped that she would stay at home and take care of me, but it was in vain.
On Saturday morning, my wife wore blue jeans and a white shirt; she had taken enough for two days. She came up to me and kissed me by the hair. "Goodbye, pumpkin, take care of yourself and don't forget to take your meds," she said.
I was a little offended that she had left me alone, but it wasn't right for me to be resentful. We both promised to support each other in our careers. When they arrived at the hotel in the afternoon, she took pictures and made a video call to show me around. It was a wooded, cute place with bungalow-style huts. It was situated between the mountains, and she was saying that we should definitely come one day.
