Regret

Thanks for Kenji Sato for edit.

REGRET.

After losing someone you love you realize their importance in your life. You learn something new every day. You get to know people. The mistakes you had made the previous days come to mind. You laugh at some and feel sad at others.

My name is Hülya. I am a 28-year-old university-educated school teacher who has been married for three years. At 1.67 meters (five-foot-five-inches) tall and 58 kilograms (130 pounds) I am an average-sized woman whose black hair and green eyes help accentuate my fair skin. I will confess to you that I still regret what I did and that I am very angry with myself for my weakness. It all started when we moved into this house in the spring of 2024.

When our old landlord raised the rent by a hundred percent we had to start looking for a house to rent. We searched a lot but couldn't find a house that fit our budget. They were asking for a lot of rent, even for a two-bedroom one-living room house. Apparently the pandemic had not been a lesson to people-- the greed continued.

Luckily my husband's big sister informed us we would be able to rent the house when her neighbor across the street moved out. It was close to the school where I worked. We gave the gold coins we had worn at our wedding as a deposit and my husband's big sister and I became neighbors.

My husband works in the technology department of a logistics company. While I pay the rent and bills with my salary we could only survive with my husband's salary. Ali is a bit passive and shy but despite all of this he loves me very much and cherishes me. We are the same age met in the last year of university and as soon as we finished school we got married. He would always tell me that I was the best thing that ever happened to him. If we could relax a little financially we wanted to have a baby. Last year I started teaching in a high school for the first time previously I was teaching primary school children.

Berrin is a very good woman 46 years old. I loved and respected her very much she treated me like her own sister. Since her husband was a jeweler they were financially comfortable and would sometimes help us. We became closer when we became neighbors. She had a thirteen-year-old daughter and a son who was in high school. Ayşe was the epitome of cuteness but her son Başar was a complete troublemaker. He hung out in bad boy mode. Unfortunately he was a student in my class. Berrin and her husband would either have to go to the police station or come to school every week.

Başar was a very tough person on the outside but actually was soft on the inside. I learned of his character a little bit because I knew him from school. I had never had any problems with him until the events started. Of course I was also to blame for what was still happening between us.

Everything was great for the first two months. We would get together every night as if we were living in the same house. We would eat as a family and chat until late at night either at their house or at ours. Since schools were on summer vacation I was usually at home.

One Tuesday afternoon we decided to visit our neighbors upon my sister-in-law's request. The woman we were going to visit was a very well-groomed stylishly dressed beautiful woman. My sister-in-law had advised me to be beautiful and stylish so that I would not be inferior to her. After doing my makeup I put on a short mini skirt and a V-neck blouse and went to their house. We chatted for a while and since the woman did not allow smoking in her house first my sister-in-law and then I went out to the balcony to smoke.

While I was on the balcony the doorbell rang. Başar and the woman's son came in the two of them were friends. The owner's son came outside on the balcony to greet and welcome me and then returned inside.

Başar remained standing outside and was looking at my cleavage and skirt which became shorter because I was sitting on a chair. He had never seen me like this before. Even though I was uncomfortable with his looking I smiled at him. He was a young man it was normal for his hormones to skyrocket but it was shameful for him to look at his uncle's wife like that. Still I didn't speak up and continued to sit like that until my cigarette ran out. He went inside when his mother called.

The next day I noticed that he was watching me with furtive glances. He was showing a special interest-- he helped me carry in grocery bags he accompanied me when I went for walks. While he was being so harsh on others he was being kind to me. I wasn't complaining about his attention; I liked it but I had no ulterior motives.

Even my sister-in-law was surprised by her son's attitude and joked with me "Please tell me whatever you did to Başar."

After cleaning on Thursday I took a shower. When I wrapped myself in a towel and went to my bedroom I noticed that the balcony door was open. I thought I had left it open while airing out the room. Since we were on the top floor I was being somewhat relaxed. There was a one-meter gap between our balcony and my sister-in-law's balcony where she had stored her extra stuff they did not use that balcony very much.

I threw off the towel and lay down on the bed naked pulling the satin sheet over myself. A nap would be good. After a while I heard a voice that woke me up. I didn't know how long I had slept but I realized that I was lying completely naked with the sheet down around my feet. I sat up and yawned. When I looked towards the balcony door I came face to face with Başar. He was looking at me from their own balcony. How long had he been there? I was shocked and couldn't move. Instead of covering myself I continued to look at him for a few seconds. I hadn't done it on purpose and I hoped Başar hadn't misunderstood.

When I remembered that I was still naked I jumped out of bed and put on some clothes. I was so embarrassed. My husband's nephew had seen me naked. When I went out to the balcony I saw him arranging the boxes his mother had told him to tidy up the balcony. When my sister-in-law came out to the balcony at that moment I couldn't talk to Başar. I wouldn't see him at dinner. The next day when I saw him in front of the building, I had difficulty looking at his face, and he was grinning.

"What happened? Why are you laughing?"

"When I see you good memories come to my mind." He looked at me as if he were replaying it in his memory.

I felt myself blush with embarrassment. "It was an accident. No need to make a big deal out of it." I said and left.

I didn't see him for two days. He was always there whenever there was a fight so he didn't come home very often. On Saturday evening I attended Ali's company dinner with my husband wearing a red strappy mini-dress. It was a pleasant night of chatting with his company friends and their wives. Ali had let me drink two glasses of wine because we were together. I didn't have a very strong body for alcohol. While everything was going well the men suddenly got together. There was a problem at the factory. They were going to the factory and their wives were going to return home.

Ali put me in a taxi. When we approached the neighborhood the taxi driver turned to me and asked if it was okay if he dropped me off at the corner. I accepted so that the man wouldn't be in trouble. My soft heart always got me into trouble anyway. I started walking a little scared in the dark of the night. Our building was safe but the neighborhood wasn't very good. Anyway I was about to turn the corner and feel relieved.

"Shhh beauty where are you going?"

Someone was harassing me. I was on the left side of the street and they were standing on the right. I kept walking looking straight ahead. I thought there were two of them. They had bottles of alcohol wrapped in paper bags in their hands.

"The bitch doesn't give a damn it's like we fucked her pussy while it was dry." he said.

"Baby what legs you have. I can lick them from beginning to end." the other man said.

I understood from the footsteps coming from behind me that they were following me. Panic and fear had taken over me. I could hear them getting closer. At that moment I saw Başar coming from the opposite direction. I had never been so happy to see him. I ran to him and hugged him. His scent was like the most beautiful aroma in the world.

"What the hell is going on here?" he shouted and attacked both men.

I was screaming out of fear "Başar be careful. Başar don't do it."

He knocked the tall thin one to the ground with one punch. The slightly older one pulled something like a pocketknife from his pocket and swung it at him. I felt bad. I thought he was injured. After kicking and knocking him to the ground the men retreated swearing.

"Run away now. I'll find you." he shouted at them. His clothes were in disarray his T-shirt was torn. He came towards me. He checked my clothes and head with his eyes.

"They didn't hurt you right?" he asked.

"No, I'm fine are you okay? Did anything happen to you?" I asked shaking. There was a bleeding scratch on his throat. The man's nail had done it.

"Don't be afraid it's like a mosquito bite let's go." he said. He hugged my waist and pulled me towards him. His hand was on my butt.

We started walking towards the parking garage entrance hugging each other. We opened the door with the remote control and went in. His hand was still on my hip when the automatic door closed.

"Let's put a bandage on your neck. There may be a scar. It happened because of me. I'm so sorry. If you want we can go to the doctor. What do you want?"

He was angry. He took my hand and we walked through the parking garage. We entered a place that was like an attendant's office. He took the first-aid kit from the wall and put it on the table. I got between him and the table and poured tincture of iodine on some cotton then applied it to his neck. Our bodies were very close. I could feel his breath on my face. He was examining my face with his eyes. He pulled my hair aside with his hands and kissed me on the lips.

I couldn't react because I didn't expect this at all. I was stunned. He must have gotten courage from this situation as he lifted me by my waist and sat me on the table. He put his hands under my dress caressed my legs and grabbed my hips. He was playing with my thong with his thumbs. When he pulled me towards him I felt his big hardened penis.

What was I doing? In panic I pushed him away got off the table and ran away. Başar was laughing.

When I got home I was covered in sweat. My husband Ali, had called twice but I hadn't heard the phone. I called him right away and talked to him. After taking a shower and washing myself I lay down on my bed. I tried to sleep without waiting for Ali. I couldn't look at his face. I had fooled around with my husband's nephew. I was so ashamed. Why did I let this happen? There had been bad boys in my life during high school and college. This was the biggest reason I chose Ali-- according to them he was a calm sensible man I could trust.

The next day was Sunday. I went out with my husband to the cinema. We had dinner outside and came home late at night. I couldn't risk meeting Basar. I made love to my husband because he wanted me. I pretended to enjoy it because my mind was elsewhere. Ali didn't know the difference.

The next morning my sister-in-law called me. She said that Başar had come home late at night had drank and had been in a fight. He was currently asleep. She asked me to talk to him. The woman was crying. Although I didn't want to I accepted so that my sister-in-law wouldn't suspect that there was something between us. I was going to enter the lion's den. When I knocked on his door and entered his room he got up from the bed.

I pulled a chair across from him and sat down. I told him to give up his fighting temperament and to get his life in order. I asked him not to upset his family. He didn't seem to take me seriously. He was making sarcastic moves. I got up from the chair asking him to get psychological support not to drink and not to fight. I turned around to leave.

"If I were a wimp like your husband those bastards would have fucked you."

"Let's not break our decorum. Okay, thank you. You saved me but what if something bad had happened to you?"

"Would you be upset? No one cares about me and even you left me and ran away."

"You went too far there. You shouldn't have done those things." I was blushing even as I said this.

"You are the only one in my entire family who cares about me. I wanted to be closer to you."

"Of course I care about you but I am your uncle's wife. What you did to me was wrong and you cannot kiss a woman without her permission."

"I will try until you give me permission." he said. He was laughing. His answer made me smile too.

"If you think about what I said and correct yourself. Maybe." I said and left his room with him smiling.

At noon I ironed the laundry that had piled up from previous days. After cooking I went into the bathroom to take a shower. Ali would be coming home soon. While I was washing I heard noises coming from the bedroom. Had Ali come home early? I wrapped myself in a towel and when I entered my bedroom I found Başar standing in front of me.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"I jumped off the balcony. I need to talk to you."

"Are you crazy? Your uncle will be here in a few minutes. I don't have clothes on we can talk later. Can you please go?"

"Okay. Open the towel and I'll go."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"I've seen you naked before. I want to see you again."

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him. Despite my hands pushing him away he clung to my lips. In the middle of my bedroom he started to move his hands over the towel over my belly and breasts. His masculine scent made my head spin. The towel untied and slowly slid down first to my waist and then to my ankles.

"You're so beautiful." he said.

When he took my nipples between his fingers and squeezed them I started to bite my lip. He bent his head down and took my left breast into his mouth. I silently screamed but it wasn't from fear. "Stop. We can't do this. Your uncle doesn't deserve this. Leave before it's too late." I whispered. I didn't actually want him to leave. I pushed him away but I was still in his arms. His anger was evident on his face. "I don't care if you are my uncle's wife. I want you." he said. He kissed me again. His fingers were caressing my vagina.

I didn't stop him because I liked it so much. I had lost myself. I was about to cum. I held on to my dressing table. I ejaculated while moaning and my feet were shaking. Then he let go of me. "See, you want it too. I'm leaving for now. I'll come back tomorrow." he said and left the balcony as quickly as he came.

Ali came home while I was in the shower. I acted as if nothing had happened. While we were eating I told him about my conversation with my sister-in-law. He thanked me for taking care of his nephew. While we were watching TV Ali's cell phone rang. Başar was calling he wanted to talk to me. Since my phone was charging in the room I didn't hear his call. While my husband was sitting a short distance away I started talking to Başar. He began by asking something about psychological support then he changed the subject.

"Wear that red dress tomorrow." he said.

I even surprised myself when I answered "Okay."

The next day after sending my husband off to work I started getting ready. It was as if I was going to meet my lover. I did my makeup I wore the red dress without a bra underneath. I started waiting for Başar in the living room. I didn't know when he would come. I had a fear inside me what if someone saw me or if my sister-in-law caught us?Around ten o'clock I got a message on my phone "Open the balcony door."

My heart was beating very fast as I got up from the living room and walked to my bedroom. As soon as I opened the balcony door he entered. I drew the curtains. Even though he tried to look tough his excitement was obvious. His hair was wet. It was obvious that he had just taken a shower. He approached me and grabbed my waist with one hand. He pulled me towards himself and our bodies. glued it.

"Are you allowed?" he asked.

At first I didn't understand.

When he brought his face closer I let him kiss me. His tongue was wandering in my mouth. He held my shoulders and pulled down the straps of my dress. My bare breasts were in front of him again. I moaned when he cupped both of them. He started to suck my nipples slowly. The smell of the shampoo was burning my nose and throat. I felt an unstoppable hunger. What had happened to me?

There was no turning back.

I slowly untied the strings of his shorts. He sat on the bed. I reached out with one hand and held the cock that I was going to take inside me in a moment. After stroking it a little my lips were sucking the big head of Başar's cock. I was taking Başar's cock deeply in my mouth.

Başar had an expression on his face that clearly showed how much pleasure he was getting. Both hands gripped my shoulders. Then he started moving my head back and forth he was taking his cock in and out of my mouth literally fucking me using my mouth. Every time he pressed my head down my lips which met the hair on Başar's crotch were aching from the majesty of the dick in my mouth.

He slowly lifted my head by holding my hair. Without taking my eyes off his I climbed onto my husband's bed and bent over. He came from behind and placed his cock between the lips of my vagina which was waiting for him and in an instant he pushed it all the way in to the hilt. A moan rose from my lips. I was being fucked by my husband's bad-boy nephew.

Shame and loyalty. Shame what could I say? That I fainted from pleasure? Başar was constantly pumping thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy driving me crazy. He was fucking me so fast and hard that my bed was making more noise than it had ever made in the last three years.

"Slow down your mother will hear us." I said, through my moans.

"She's not home don't worry."

I released my moans and screams. As he was going in and out of me like a great machine I ejaculated screaming for the first time in my life. I was literally ejaculating all the pleasure juices in my body had flowed. I could still feel my vagina tingling. A relief had come to my whole body.

After a while I felt Başar relax as well, with the warm liquid that filled me. He slipped out of me. He was out of breath he had put in a lot of effort. I hadn't expected such a good performance from him. I had had sexual relations before my husband but I had to admit that the most satisfying one was with my husband's young nephew.

I got up from the bed and went to the shower with my hand cupping my vagina Başar's sperm was flowing out of me.

When I came back to the room Başar was lying on the bed his penis hard looking at me with a smile. He called me to the bed with his hand. I moved towards the bed and climbed on top of Başar who remained lying down. He put his hands behind his head. Then I was in control. I reached out with one hand grasped his cock and my hips began to lower towards his huge member. When I felt Başar's cock touch my slippery hole I felt a pleasure inside me. First its purple head entered me then I sat down a little lower. Once I had taken his cock all the way inside me a deep moan came out of my mouth. I lost myself completely as I moved up and down on Başar's lap.

"Ahhh I like it so much. I like it so much. Ohh fuck me." I was screaming.

Başar was squeezing my hips and his nails were digging into my flesh. A few seconds after I put my hands on his chest I came for the second time while looking into his eyes gratefully. He lifted me off him and laid me on my back on the bed. He opened my legs and continued to fuck me rooting me all the way. My eyes fell onto my wedding picture on my dressing table. My husband didn't deserve this but I was filled with feelings of pleasure rather than regret.