I am Kemal, I was born in Germany in 1977. She is currently brunette, 1.72height, 70 kg.also, I am a person with a normal physique. I’m not a very handsome or charismatic person. I studied and lived in Germany until my primary and secondary education. When I was in the middle of my secondary education, my family and I definitely returned to Turkey. I barely completed half of my remaining secondary education and left half before finishing high school because I couldn’t get used to the educational system in Turkey at that time. I also started tourism because my foreign language is very good. I wasn’t even eighteen yet, and I was making pretty good money for my age. Like every teenager, I really liked to travel, have fun and live my life. I used to go to dick, dick fun places, have fun until the morning and live my life. Fuck, fuck, I used to bring my girlfriends home.

I would date for a while and even have a relationship most of the time, and then I would leave him and continue hanging out with someone else. Especially my sexual life was almost flirty. My parents were very uncomfortable with this situation and that’s why they wanted me to get married all the time. And I wasn’t thinking about getting married. I was well aware that I was not a very handsome or charismatic person, and that most of the girls who dated me were mentally intellectual winners. According to me, most of my girlfriend’s problem is that she will marry me, stay at home, let herself go, I will Tue a comfortable life. They will sort of save themselves. And I was still thinking about living my life and getting married only then if I met someone who thinks like me, doesn’t care about material things, but will live freely like your skin, has fantasies. Of course, I couldn’t tell this to my family or around. My family, relatives and those around me thought that I would change when I got married, and they were constantly looking for a good family girl for themselves. Along with the pressures of my family and the environment, not knowing exactly what marriage is. I made my first marriage to a girl from the neighborhood who they thought was suitable for me, who was heavy-headed and whom my family also saw and liked. This marriage of mine lasted from about one and a half to two years.

I have never been sorry that I made this marriage, neither then nor now. This marriage has been a kind of experience and experience for me. I realized that my first wife was not a virgin when we got married, the wedding night on the day I got married. My first wife tried to tell me funny and simple bullshit about her virginity. And I told my first wife, “Whether you’re a virgin or not, if you want, you’ve slept with ten people before me, it’s okay for me, as long as you’re honest.” When he said that my first wife thought about marrying her daughter and that someone else broke the marriage promise. He said he couldn’t tell his family or me about it out of fear. So I told my first wife not to worry about such things, that it wouldn’t be a problem as long as we were honest with each other, and that I had different fantasies, and I told my fantasies to my one and only first wife.

I was married now, and my family, relatives and those around me thought that my wife could change me and connect me to home. On the contrary, I still haven’t settled down and even started taking my wife to fun environments. I was continuing to go to fun environments at full speed. We were having fun with my wife like your skin until the morning, living our lives and making love until the morning. I was telling my wife every fantasy that came into my mind under the influence of alcohol. Although my wife was uncomfortable with this situation at first, she got used to it over time. My first wife is not conservative, but she was raised in a repressive family, and she was suddenly upset with me.

One day I asked my first wife who would you be with if you weren’t with me; if you were going to cheat on me, with whom or with which friend would you cheat. My first wife told me that if I was going to get married, I would marry the one who broke my girl, if I was going to cheat on you, I would cheat with one of your friends Kemal or Ahmet. They were both very friendly friends who came and went to my house whenever they wanted. Sometimes they stayed with us. After learning about this fantasy of my wife, when Ahmet or Kemal stayed with us, I would leave the door of the room we were having sex in open while making love to my wife. We were thinking that maybe he would follow us, join us, or peep at us after we went to sleep. This was also very pleasing to my wife and gave her excitement. After talking and understanding this issue with my wife, I shared it with Ahmet in a closed way. Ahmet was very uncomfortable with this and even talked about it with Kemal, even if he was covered up, he immediately understood what we wanted and stayed away from us for a while because it seemed very wrong to him. Meanwhile, my first wife and I were continuing to Decamp to the entertainment venues.

In fact, my wife liked the guitarist at a bar we used to go to all the time. My wife started seducing the guitarist after we got my permission. We invited him to our house. Now we go to that place more often, and when we came back, we brought our guitarist friend with us. They were making love with my wife inside, and I was watching. One day I couldn’t stand it and plunged in just during sex. The guitarist was very scared and attracted. I immediately sat down next to my wife, grabbed her hands and started kissing her, and I turned to the guitarist and told him to keep going. The guitarist understood my fantasy and immediately continued. He hung out Decently for a long time, and even sometimes my wife got in touch with other people sometimes, sometimes she joined, sometimes I watched.

My first wife, the first band, and she had the experience of cheating on me with the guitarist. After that, in order:
-Someone he met at the bar
-With a Turk who came on vacation from Germany, whom he looked at and crossed at the disco
-Meanwhile, in a small Boutique, my wife started and Decamped with her boss
-My wife, I called the person who broke her daughter noble and met her once or twice
-He got into a relationship with my boss at work, who stayed with us for a while because he didn’t have a place to stay
With whom he had had a relationship once and with whom many times.

My wife was also our favorite guitarist. The guitarist knew very well what we wanted and fit in very well with us. I started my stay in another region for a while and I couldn’t come home for three, five months. During this time, my wife took advantage of my absence and got into a relationship with one of my other friends. Just as he convinced Ahmed at the same time, he also convinced Ahmed and slept with him. Even though I wasn’t with him, sometimes he called me and made me listen, and sometimes he told me one by one when he was finished. This was our last time, some people who are with my wife are constantly gassing my wife for me, empty her, leave her, I’ll take you, we’ll get married. They were saying words like.

My wife was bleeding into these words and was getting away from me more and more. Although Karima said, “The people you’re with only want you in bed. If we break up, they won’t marry you and they won’t look at you. They’ll throw you away when they’re done. If you stay with me, we’ll keep living like this. No, even if you don’t want such a life, no good will come to you from those in this environment, because they all have clear intentions. Even if you are going to leave, leave, but if you want a proper life, deal with people from other environments,“ my wife was no longer listening to me, even though I tried to explain, tried to show the truth. We’re officially divorced now. I broke up with my first wife, it didn’t affect me much. I was continuing my life from where I left off, trying to enjoy life. The first wife who did not heed my warnings before getting divorced, some time after we got divorced. He came to what I said and was very upset about bosandigin. Even though he said he wanted to marry me again and realized the mistake he had made, everything was over for me. My vengeful side is getting heavy, and because I’m angry with her for trusting others and not me, I could only be friends with her now.

By the way, my military service came, I went to the army Dec. When my military service ended and I returned to where I lived, I entered the same friendly environment again. I was constantly hearing from friends about my first wife. My wife had slept with some of my friends and their friends for one night or once or twice even during the periods when we were married, which I was not very intimate with, and she had hidden it from me. It wasn’t a problem for me that he slept with others, but the fact that he hid it from me and lied about it made me completely distant from him. It may seem strange to many of you, but it’s still important for me to be honest and not to lie. I could easily forgive being deceived, but I am extremely sensitive to lies. If I’m being lied to, I’ll immediately turn cold and get away from someone, let him be my wife.

My Second Marriage Is Now My Wife Love And I:

When the job started, I was in the tourism environment again. Your old skin was flowing into the nights, I was living my life. I was still the same laid-back person with weird fantasies as before. At this time, I had met my second wife, Sevgi, and was dating her. When we met with Love, I was 23 years old, Love was 17 years old. Sevgi was a really beautiful girl, her physique is very similar to Russian girls, and that’s why she immediately attracted attention wherever she was. In fact, Sevgi had a beauty that attracted models (in fact, she still has a beautiful physique as on the first day, even now, she is 28 years old and has the exact dimensions of a model). I was trying to figure out how such a girl liked me and how she fell in love with me.