Turkish weekend. Part 2

A sleepy aunt greeted us joyfully, kissed my wife and me, and led us into a room where the unmade bed was waiting and beckoning us to lie down on it.
“Drop your things and have breakfast,” she said.
“We want to sleep sitting in the car, you won’t get much sleep,” I refused to eat.
—Well, as you know, I’ll go and sleep for a couple more hours,” the landlady quickly agreed, afraid that we wouldn’t change our minds, and closed the door behind her.
“I’ll take a shower and come to you,” my wife said and reached into her bag in search of a towel.
— Stop it, you’ll start walking in the kitchen, the boiler will turn on, the water will make a noise, you think your aunt will be able to sleep. It would look ugly, and besides, why take a shower, the cabin was air-conditioned, and it was even cool.
My wife is frozen in indecision, on the one hand she needs a shower, her pussy is probably still wet with excitement, and there is a crust of male sperm on her leg, but on the other hand my arguments are so convincing that there is nothing to beat.
I got up and, taking her by the hands, pushed her lightly onto the bed. She fell on her back, causing the hem of her dress to rise, I saw traces of semen on her leg, I sat down and spread her legs. Now I could see the semen stains on the fabric, and this familiar smell hit my nose. My cock tightened again, it was very tight in my trousers, but I was in no hurry.
I looked at Lena, she blushed, her eyes widened in anticipation of a scandal. But I bent my head and began to kiss her pubis through her panties, they were, as expected, very wet, and smelled so inviting. She froze, afraid to move. I pressed my lips to the fabric, ran my tongue over the panties, and this made my wife feel aroused again. She moaned softly, then he pulled her panties aside with his finger. The clitoris swelled with pleasure and stuck out between the labia. He ran his tongue over it, at first lightly touching it, exploring every protrusion and every bend with the tip, but after a minute he ran it hard over the clitoris, pressing in. Lena began to touch my hair with her hands, and at the same time pressed me a little against her bosom. I quickly began caressing her clitoris, soaking her with my saliva, which flowed profusely from my mouth. My dick ached with the desire for freedom, I felt pain not only in it, but also in my balls filled with sperm. My loins were in a state of intense excitement for an hour, unable to find a way out of the accumulated passion.
I continued to lick her flushed bud, feeling her body tremble. I licked her wet hole, and the taste of her juice was fantastic. He pushed it as deep as possible into the hot flesh, sucked on his lips, trying to drink more of her nectar. He returned to the clitoris and, capturing it with his lips, began to suck. She arched with pleasure, my wife really loved it when her clitoris started sucking like a small dick, but then I abruptly pulled away and moved my tongue to her hips. And when he began to lick the dried spots of semen, he heard her exclamation.
—Oh, my God! You saw everything! — and there was so much voluptuousness in her intonation, there could be no doubt, the thought that her husband had seen infidelity was very exciting for her, as well as for me.
She herself began to put a spot of sperm under my tongue, when the traces of Aram ended, I rushed back to her bosom. But now, licking her clitoris, he inserted two fingers into the juicy and hot hole, while, as the Turk did, palm up.
My fingers sank into her moisture, I quickly moved my tongue, and in time with my fingers. She squirmed under me, sometimes spreading her legs wide, pressing her head with her hands, then squeezing me so hard that my ears burned. Her breathing became ragged, Lena arched and froze, a long moan sounded quieter than usual, but she came so violently that I was taken aback by how much of her liquid was gathering in my mouth. I took a sip, couldn’t take it all at once, took another sip, the pressure in my head was off the scale from excitement, I couldn’t even imagine what my wife was feeling right now.
He jumped up, quickly pulled off his trousers and underpants, did not completely get rid of them, but immediately fell on his wife’s bleeding vagina. The penis simply drowned in its moisture from orgasm, but with each of my movements, with each massaging of the wet walls with the head, my wife received a new wave of pleasure. Lena threw her legs over my back and hugged me to her. I moved my cock all the way up, I could hear my balls banging against her, I wanted to pierce her. Sharp thrusts especially gave us pleasure. We moaned, almost in unison, merged together as one, longing for only one thing, an orgasm!
I came right into her, unable to take my cock out of her vulva, every time a portion of hot sperm flew out, a sweet wave of pleasure penetrated me. My face was frozen in a blissful grimace, and it hardly seemed beautiful and peaceful right now. I kept going down and down, feeling that my slutty wife was having another orgasm. I fell on top of her after the last shot, I didn’t want to take my cock out of my wife’s sweet pussy.
— Do you want to try your sperm? I heard Lena’s quiet question right in my ear.
A sweet tremor passed through my body, and I began to slowly pull out my penis, as soon as the head slipped out of the hole, Lena squeezed her red and swollen labia with her fingers. As soon as I lowered myself to her bosom, she took her fingers away, and my mouth took their place.
I won’t hide it, I’ve tried my sperm more than once, the first time when I was a teenager, and I didn’t give up my harmless pranks even after I got married and became the father of a family. But for the first time since a woman’s vagina, and besides, his wife. I didn’t even feel the familiar taste right away, as it was mixed with Lena’s secretions, but after licking off some of the incomprehensible liquid, I suddenly filled my tongue with my seed, warm and thick. I licked it off until her hole was empty. There was a taste of a cocktail in my mouth, where the ingredients were our juices. Having had enough, both literally and emotionally, he fell down next to Lena, who was trembling. We hugged and kissed her on the lips, fell asleep, leaving all the questions and answers for later.
We slept until lunch, and immediately took turns taking a shower, under the understanding smile of our hospitable hostess. Our pre-dawn moans and the noise of the bed were hardly unheard.
—Well, my dears, you can eat and go straight to the beach,” the woman smiled with a pure and sweet smile, without falseness and pretense.
Having no children of her own, she gave all her maternal nature to her niece, becoming Lena’s second mother. She liked me, too, even though at first, when I found out that I was already married, I aroused an unfriendly attitude in her.
— The sea is warm, clean and, most importantly, without waves. How do you love baby,” she addressed the last phrase to her niece.
— Great! I miss the sea, my wife really just loves the sea.
She loved everything, swimming and sunbathing, she liked the crush on the beach, the smells of barbecues, the cries of vendors, shrimp and baklava. She was happily “swimming” in the whole atmosphere, feeling like a fish in water.
We went outside, I with a bag containing a towel and my wife’s spare swimsuit, she with a new book, which she would read as always during our vacation. Knowing her, I noticed that Elena was a little worried about how to delay the conversation, but it would come anyway. This night was passionate and reckless, but morning comes, the night disappears with its mystery, and in the sunlight everything becomes simpler and more transparent. I had a rough idea of what thoughts were whirling through her head right now, this is her head and her thoughts, I would like to put my thoughts in order.
Strangely enough, I didn’t feel any jealousy when I woke up, which, to be honest, I was glad of, I won’t lie, something was turning over in my soul, whispering about my unfaithful wife, a Turkish whore who behaved like the last prostitute next to her husband. Maybe it would have gained power if it weren’t for one thing, but! I didn’t want to stop my wife’s fall, and I was enjoying myself that unusual night. I can’t describe how I felt analyzing my adventures. It’s a constant feeling of a double-edged stick. The excitement of understanding his wife’s brazen betrayal, and at the same time, of course, resentment at such behavior. It’s one thing to read or watch a sex scene on video, but it’s quite another to be present at it. I asked myself a simple question to put an end to it once and for all, mainly for myself. Would you like to relive that passionate sex between us on arrival? And without hesitation, and without hesitation, I answered myself, yes, knowing full well that this was only a consequence of what happened in the cabin of a luxury car.
— Stop being silent, I’m going to win! Lena blurted out, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.
—Okay, but let’s step aside, people will trample on us, and they won’t ask for our last names,” he joked, and took me firmly by the elbow and pulled me aside.
We sat down on a bench by a crooked and ugly tree with black, old branches.
“What did you want me to say?”
She paused, choosing her words, or maybe calming down.
— How will we continue to live? Lena asked quietly, without looking into my eyes.
—Like before, but maybe even better,” I replied, and I was surprised at my own answer.
I was expecting a similar question, and I was running through different options in my head, but I didn’t even imagine such a thing.
— Really!?
— Exactly!
She snuggled up to me, and stretched her lips to my smiling mouth.