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A true memoir, with only some details enhanced. All names and locations have been changed to protect privacy.

A true memoir, with only some details enhanced. All names and locations have been changed to protect privacy.

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I am a woman in my fifties, mother and happily married to the same man for over thirty years. Ever since I lost my virginity at 18 I have been very sexually active and always easily seduced, especially if alcohol has played a role, so it is no wonder that all our children have different fathers. Only one of them is probably fathered by my husband.

This story takes place when we had been together for 8 years and got married a year earlier. When my husband finished his studies and started a full-time job, our income had increased a lot, and we decided to go on our first trip abroad, which was also our late honeymoon. It was 4:30 in the morning when my alarm clock started my morning. The night had been restless, due to the anticipation of the upcoming trip abroad. I was tired, and I could have easily slept a few hours longer, but the plane was three and a half hours away and we had to be at the airport two hours before.

All my things were already packed, all I had to do was take a shower, get dressed and put on some light makeup. My husband Risto was still sleeping, his morning routine went much faster than mine. After getting into the shower, I let the hot water run for a few minutes before applying shampoo to my hair.

After washing my hair, I also rinsed myself in other ways, especially my pussy, which was still dripping with semen that my husband pumped into it yesterday. I had stopped taking birth control pills. We had planned to have our first child. My husband is a bit unusual in terms of sex, because he is a cuckold.

His fetish is to watch other men fuck me, and if the man who gets to enjoy my pussy or any of my holes is a complete stranger, my husband's passion and satisfaction is even greater. During the past 8 years that we have been together, he has seen several men fuck me and many times he has licked me clean of another man's semen.

Sometimes I have also surprised him by bringing home my used and dripping pussy, which a stranger has inseminated, which he gets to lick after listening to me tell him how I have been fucked. After licking, he fucks me with great passion, mixing his own semen with the one already inside me.

But now that we want a child, I've also thought about the possibility that my husband might not be the biological father of the child. And that's something we need to discuss, and my husband might have to settle for just the excitement I bring.

When my husband had also woken up, finished his morning routine, we were ready. The taxi we had ordered earlier was waiting in the yard and soon we were already at the airport, even on schedule. On the departure flight notice board, I found our flight, which leaves at 08:35 towards Dalaman airport in Turkey.

We checked in and headed to security, which at that time was not quite as strict as it is today. After security, we went to the right departure gate and the restless 1.5 hour wait began. Finally, the gate opened and everyone rushed like mad to get on the plane. We finally found our seats, and because we had made a reservation with a travel agency at the very last minute, we couldn't sit next to each other.

My husband's seat was in row 14 and I had to sit in row 23. Of course, that was annoying because the flight takes 6 and a half hours and we don't get to make last-minute plans together about what we would do when we get to Marmaris. Well, at least we had plenty of time to sleep on the plane.

There were two men, maybe around 50 years old, sitting next to the window and in the middle seat, and when I got my flight bag up in its compartment, I took my seat next to the aisle. The man next to me said hello briefly and so did the man in the window seat. Kome took off and we finally got into the air. The stewardess and flight attendant served drinks and after a second's thought, I took a red wine.

The men next to me were drinking beer, as I think most Finnish men do. The man sitting in the middle seat seemed quite thirsty as after a couple of hours of flight he already ordered his fourth or fifth beer. I was half asleep when the man gently tapped me on the shoulder. He apologized for disturbing me but he had to go to the toilet so I had to make room by getting up.

I was sitting in my seat next to the aisle when he came back. Apologizing again, he asked if I would agree to sit in the middle seat? Explaining that drinking so many beers must be a bad idea because he now has to go to the toilet often. I nodded and said yes. I thought it would be easier than getting up every now and then.

The man sat in my old seat and ordered more beers. The hum of the plane made me drift back to the border between sleep and wakefulness, I must have even fallen asleep because I woke up and noticed that I was leaning against the man sitting in the window seat. I sat up and the man smiled and said "You should have just rested, I don't mind at all".

When the stewardess passed by I asked for another red wine and a blanket because I was feeling a bit chilly just sitting in my seat and wearing nothing but a short summer dress. I got the blanket and tried to spread it around me as comfortably as possible. After drinking the wine I drifted off to sleep again. I realized again that I was leaning against the man in the window seat but felt something I shouldn't feel.

There was a warm hand on my right thigh that was caressing it calmly. Since I'm more or less slutty, I decided to pretend to still be asleep, just leaned more against the man in the window seat and spread my thighs a little. The hand moved gently up my thigh, sometimes even digging under the hem of my summer dress, where it stopped, right next to my pussy.

The man whispered something to the other, I couldn't hear what, but instead I felt another hand on my left thigh. Now both men were caressing my thigh. I was still pretending to be asleep and as if unconsciously I spread my thighs a little more, literally giving the men free access to explore the folds of my pussy that I had shaved hairless in the morning.

Both hands were right next to my pussy and then I felt a light touch that brushed my wet slit. I felt the probing fingers push aside the thin thongs, and the other man's hand also joined in caressing my folds and I felt one finger being gently pushed inside me and spreading more moisture from there to my clitoris and my pussy lips.

Suddenly one of the men apparently pushed two of his fingers deeper into my pussy while the other focused on massaging my clitoris and I couldn't help but sigh and make a noise of pleasure and spread my thighs as much as my summer dress and the cramped space of the plane would allow. The men continued to massage my pussy and I couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore.

My hips followed the fingers moving inside me and the man first added a third and a little later a fourth finger and my pussy gave in, spreading and stretching until the movement stopped when the man changed his position. The other man continued to stimulate my clitoris and my orgasm began to approach. When the man who had pushed his fingers into my pussy had changed his position to his liking, he now pressed his whole fist inside me.

My folds spread tightly around his fist and it already hurt a bit. I had to bite my own hand to keep from moaning out loud, and then my pussy lips were throbbing loudly and my entire fist was inside me. My orgasm came in a series of powerful jerks, my hips moving up and down on the seat. As my orgasm slowly subsided, I felt my pussy throbbing from the stretching caused by the man's fist.

Despite my recent big orgasm, my pussy and especially my labia felt sore when I put my thighs together again chastely. My thongs were definitely wet from what I had just done and I tried to put them back in place under the blanket but I would definitely have to go to the toilet soon. However, the men had something else in mind.

When I recovered from my orgasm, they had placed the blanket over all of our legs so that the blanket also covered everyone's waists, which allowed them both to unzip and at the same time they grabbed my hands under the blanket and each guided my hand over their own erect cock. I understood what they wanted and I slowly started moving both men's foreskins back and forth.

After maybe 5-6 minutes of jerking off, the cock of the man sitting on the aisle side twitched and semen came in pulses into my hand and definitely messed up the blanket too. When the man had gotten everything out, he lifted my hand from under the blanket and moved it to my mouth and I licked all the semen off it. I silently wondered how much the passengers nearby had noticed what had happened.

At the same time, the window seat's cock emptied into my hand and now I was able to cup my palm a little so that more semen would collect in it. The man didn't have to lift my hand, I brought it to my lips myself, licked it and swallowed it all. A moment later I felt the hem of my dress being pulled first to the left and then to the right.

Those damn men dried their cocks on the hem of my dress. I got up, a little angry about that trick, but what's done is done and I'm literally going to have to bear the consequences, in my summer dress. The walk felt a little painful after the treatment my pussy had received, but nevertheless I started walking towards the toilet.

Luckily, almost everyone was focused on something, some were filling out crossword puzzles, some were reading and many were sleeping. I arrived at my husband and he had also got a seat in the aisle. In front of him he had a book he was reading. Two older women were sleeping next to him and I whispered to my husband how the trip had gone? And I asked him to lean towards me so I could lift the hem of my dress to his nose.

He sniffed and looked at me with a surprised and capable expression. My husband clearly recognized the smell of semen. I smiled mischievously and whispered that I would tell you later while squeezing the front of his pants. When I got back to my seat from the toilet where I had cleaned myself up as best I could, the captain turned on the fasten seatbelt light. The landing was about to begin.

The plane landed smoothly, I hugged the men sitting next to me goodbye, who were all smiles, and soon we were at the terminal, we got our luggage from the line. Then we headed to the tourist bus arranged by the travel agency. When we stepped out of the terminal it was as if a heat wave had hit our faces. The temperature was probably close to 40 degrees Celsius.

We found our tourist guide and then we were already in the air-conditioned bus. Marmaris was a little less than 100 kilometers away. After the bus had been moving for some time, my husband asked in a whisper about the events on the plane, and how could the hem of my dress be covered in semen?

I told him everything that had happened, including that my pussy was currently sore because the fist that had been pushed inside me almost forcibly had stretched my pussy lips a lot. I added that as soon as we got to the hotel room, you would have to immediately examine it for any possible damage.

I gently squeezed the bulging front of my husband's pants and quietly unzipped it slowly so that my fellow passengers wouldn't hear the noise coming from it. I put my hand inside my husband's pants and squeezed the head of his erect cock as my husband said that he had been hard ever since he smelled the hem of my dress.

I started moving his foreskin and felt the familiar twitching in my husband's organ and the next thing I knew, my hand was in semen again, and like I did on the plane, I licked and swallowed everything from my hand. The bus ride was coming to an end and the tour guide was giving instructions on where everyone should go when the bus stopped.

It must have taken at least 90 minutes for us to check ourselves into the hotel until we finally got to our hotel room. Immediately my husband pushed me onto my back on the bed while lifting my dress up to my armpits and yanking my thong off. I willingly spread my thighs and felt my husband's breath on my pussy.

A gentle lick first and then he told me that my pussy looked a little different. The inner labia were bruised, swollen and stretched. Then there was a knock on the door, I was left with my thighs spread on the bed as my husband went to the door and opened it.

There was a piccolo who brought our suitcase. There was a direct view of the bed from the door and the piccolo saw me there with my thighs spread and me caressing my pussy that had been crushed by a stranger's fist on the plane. Without being able to say anything, the piccolo pushed our bags into the room and afterwards my husband said that the piccolo had been staring at me.

The piccolo must have seen all sorts of things while working at the hotel, but I don't know if he'd ever been shown a hairless pussy so openly before. My husband tipped the piccolo and he left the room slowly, looking between my spread thighs for as long as possible.

When the door closed, my husband kicked off his pants and underwear, positioned himself between my thighs and shoved his cock inside me. It hurt and I pushed him on top of me next to me and turned to take him in my mouth. I licked and sucked, fucking my husband's cock with my mouth. Sometimes slowly tickling the head of his cock with my tongue and sometimes taking him as deep as possible until those familiar jerks and his semen pulsing deep into my throat.

After swallowing all my husband's cum, I licked and caressed his already softened cock. At the same time, I said that even though I had stopped taking the pills, having a baby would probably have to wait a couple of days because my pussy was so sore, but I promised to take him in my mouth whenever he wanted.

It was already 7:00 PM and we went out with the intention of finding a small local restaurant where we could get dinner and something to drink. When we got down and stepped out of the elevator, there were a lot of staff in the lobby and also the young piccolo who had seen me with my thighs spread.

I had showered and changed into a clean white, slightly see-through dress, and since my tits aren't very big, I don't wear a bra very often, but I had put on panties. I saw the piccolo whisper something to the other piccolo next to him while gesturing in my direction and I guessed what the topic of conversation was.

Surely everyone, at least the male employees, knew what the boy had seen. Now all those present saw and knew who their female guest who had introduced herself was. And most of them stared at me as we went out to Marmaris for the evening. The weather was still really warm and I was happy with the new dress I had bought the week before and was now wearing it for the first time.

My husband wanted a steak so we looked for a steak restaurant that was a few hundred meters from our hotel. The place was pleasant, our waiter was efficient and very helpful. But he also flirted very openly. When he heard that we were from Finland, he said that he had had two Finnish girlfriends, but not as beautiful as me and congratulated my husband.

Before eating, he brought some local strong raki which my husband especially liked to drink. We got our food and drank some local red wine while we ate. The raki glasses were also filled every time they were empty and soon I felt a little drunk. My husband was drinking faster as he drank two in the same time as I did one.

And it started to show in my husband's condition. After desserts and a few glasses of raki, I was already pretty drunk, but my husband, on the other hand, was much more so.My husband ordered the bill and paid for it and when he got up from his chair I could clearly see the drunkenness in his unsteady walk.

I giggled and said "A traditional man, hard drunk by any means on the first night". As we walked towards the hotel, the strong drink clearly went to his head and his walking was really shaky and unsteady. However, we got there safely and my husband still wanted to go to the hotel's own bar.

Well, we went there and had two more drinks but then his head started to doze off. I nudged him awake and guided my much swaying and wobbly husband to the elevator. Luckily the young piccolo offered his help and helped me get my husband to the elevator. We finally got to our room with the help of the boy and I thanked him while giving him a little tip and a kiss on the cheek.

The young man was startled and left the room. My husband collapsed in the middle of the bed, I looked at him for a moment until a deep snoring started. I went to the balcony to watch the warm evening pass, taking a beer from the minibar. I drank the beer while listening to the noise of the traffic and looking at the dark sea and the traffic on the beach boulevard.

It was only about midnight and I wasn't ready to go to bed yet. Irritability reared its head towards my husband because he had already passed out. This led to the thought that I didn't have to stay in the room, I could at least go to the bar downstairs. It's probably open all night. I was already somewhat drunk myself anyway and when I had my second drink the alcohol was buzzing in my head.

While sitting at the bar counter I had been chatting the whole time with the bartender who had said his name was Umut, at the same time he pointed to the young piccolos, calling them Ugur and Akay. And his older colleague behind the counter was Kiral.

We chatted for a while and then Umut recommended that I move to a table where I heard one of the hotel restaurant chefs was sitting, a man about 50 years old named Mehmet. And Umut said his shift ends exactly at midnight and he wanted to keep me company because my husband had passed out and have a couple of drinks with me.

I didn't think much of it, at that moment I thought he was just being polite. But the next morning I knew what he had in mind. As I had thought when we went out, all the men knew what the young piccolo had seen in our room, the chef also knew it and warmly welcomed me to his table.

His English wasn't very good but we probably understood each other. He complimented my dress and flattered my drunken mood. Umut arrived a little after midnight bringing a dozen small glasses filled to the brim. He offered them to me and the chef, we drank.

He knew the Finnish word "Kippis" and I poured the contents of the small glass into my mouth. It was of course Rakia. and immediately Umut gave me a glass of strong liquor. I was already pretty drunk myself and I couldn't control the amount I drank. Umut moved closer to me and stroked my back. and when I didn't push away his wandering hand, the chef placed his hand on my thigh and stroked it. When I'm drunk, I get aroused quite easily and quickly.

When Umut caressed my back, he turned to reach for my front with his other hand and, as if not noticing what he was doing, he grabbed my breast, which was not protected by my bra. He found a nipple, which he squeezed and stretched, and which began to harden under his hand.

I stared at the table next to me, not really seeing anything due to my drunken state and my beginning arousal, although the people at that table were laughing and watching closely as the Turkish men took advantage of the drunk woman. I didn't care about their looks at all, but I felt Mehmet's hand slip inside the hem of my panties and move his finger between my wet folds, sometimes pressing his finger deeper inside me.

Akay brought more raki on a tray and Umut offered a small glass to my lips, I tilted my head slightly and the strong raki flowed into my mouth and I swallowed it. The alcohol had done its job and I was really drunk. I tried to get up when Mehmet took his finger out of my panties, put it to his lips and licked it. I got to my feet a little unsteadily and Umut offered to walk me to our room where my husband was sleeping drunk.

I didn't notice that we weren't going to the elevator but Umut guided me past it, opened the next door and helped me into the hallway there. We walked a little further down the hall until Umut opened the sliding door and led me into a small room that was probably some kind of warehouse and office combination.

There he kissed me and grabbed my ass. I was horny and too drunk to realize what was happening. He pushed me against a large box, turned me over, took off my dress and panties. After that he pressed my upper body onto the box. I was like a helpless doll and didn't resist at all because I was so drunk.

Next I heard him unbuckle his belt and the sound of his chain snapping. My foggy mind didn't resist at all when I felt the head of his stiff cock in my folds and they spread as the man pressed himself into my wet and slippery fertile pussy accompanied by a small moan because my folds had been brutally spread earlier in the day on the plane.

He fucked me hard, my breasts rubbed against the rough surface of the box as he continued to fuck me and a slapping sound could be heard in the small room. The last hard thrusts and my pussy filled with Umut's semen. I lay on the box helplessly as Umut pulled out of me as the semen started to flow down my thighs.

And not a moment passed, another hard, bigger cock pressed into me. Mehmet had followed us into the room and it was his turn to pound himself into the young wife's unprotected fertile pussy. Mehmet fucked me for a long time and even though I was far too drunk to really enjoy the treatment my pussy was getting, the budding orgasm came.

Mehmet continued to fuck me tirelessly and his big meaty cock pounded and stretched my already slightly sore little labia. I moaned a little in time with his thrusts and then my orgasm hit me like an electric shock. My pussy contracted and got Mehmet's grunt a few times and more semen sprayed in pulses into my fertile pussy.

After Mehmet pulled away from my pussy, I tried to get up off the box but was pushed back down with determination. I tried to get up again because my tits were rubbing against the box and they felt tender. But Kirac didn't care. He pushed me back onto the box and I couldn't resist him. He wiped the semen off my now gaping hole with my dress.

Holding me by the neck, I felt his cock thrust again but Kirac only pushed into my pussy for a couple of thrusts. He slid his cock, spread my ass cheeks with his other hand and started to push his cock in there. No one had ever fucked my ass before but Karic didn't know that and he certainly wouldn't have cared even if he had. The hard thrust and my asshole gave way to the cock that was thrusting deep into my gut.

It hurt, even though I was drunk, the pain stabbed my asshole and my tits rubbed harder again as Karic fucked my now virgin ass. Now every hole in me had someone's cock in it. Karic continued for a while until he pulled his cock out of my gut and aimed it at my lower hole.

The folds of my pussy again gave way to the strange meat hammer that was taking advantage of the previously tight hole. My pussy got more cum again and it dripped when Karic pulled himself out after emptying his balls into me. My pussy was really dripping, I got up from the box, my tits were red and tender because of the rough surface of the box. Karic opened the door, let the young piccolos Akay and Ugur into the room and left himself, pulling the door closed behind him. I trembled a little as I looked at the young men and despite my drunken state I knew what the boys wanted. Akay, the boy who had first seen my pussy that afternoon, approached me, touched my cheek and said something in Turkish.

I nodded even though I didn't know what he was saying and immediately he guided me back onto the box, tilting me over it and my already tender tits would get more rubbing. Akay opened his pants and immediately pushed his thin but really long cock inside me. The first thrust was felt deep inside me, definitely pressing against my uterus. The young man thrust in short, fast thrusts really deep inside me, and it didn't take long before my fertile pussy, right next to my uterus, received an apparently large dose of his semen.

The boy still held himself inside me and I don't think he softened at all when he started the same fast fucking again, still deep inside my pussy. It felt good even though my tits were sore as they rubbed against the rough box. My second orgasm of the evening, or actually the night, came as if by surprise and I was shaking from the force of it.

I think I lost consciousness for a moment from the force of the orgasm when I woke up. Someone's cock was moving in my pussy and I thought he was another of the piccolo boys, Ugur. Then semen sprayed again into my pussy, which I had already fucked many times. Ugur pulled out of me, and dried his cock, my pussy and my thighs on my white summer dress, which had already turned into a really sticky rag. I got up and turned to look at Ugur but my last fucker wasn't Ugur.

A complete stranger I had never seen had also fucked me. I asked who you were and where were Akay and Ugur. The man replied that he and Ilkay came after Ugur had fucked and Ilkay and he, Deniz took their turn after Ugur. Without really understanding the situation and how it had progressed I took my dress, straightened it as best I could and put it on despite its stickiness and I couldn't find my panties at all.

After I had my dress on I walked past Deniz to get to the door. Deniz stopped me and put his hand under my dress between my legs and inserted his finger into my pussy. He collected semen on his fingers and then raised his semen-soaked fingers to my lips, saying something in Turkish.

I instinctively licked his fingers and the man laughed again, saying something I didn't understand. I opened the door and got into the hallway and from there into the elevator lobby. From there I could see the bar and behind the counter was Karic who, noticing me, waved his hand, pointing me there. I walked there without noticing that semen was dripping from my pussy in small drops onto the floor, leaving an easily traceable trail behind me.

In Karic's hand was my small wallet which had apparently been left in the bar. He politely handed it to me and thanked me with a broad smile. It was only about 2:30 in the morning and the restaurant was still open. Karic asked if I would like something to drink, saying that the house would provide it because I had entertained them all so well.

The same men were still at the nearby table and they were grinning as they watched me. One of them said in Finnish, "The girl must have had a lot of Turkish dick since her pussy is still dripping."

I didn't want to listen to the comments of the drunk Finns anymore and I took my small wallet from the counter and headed for the elevator. Ugur also got into the same elevator who had been somewhere nearby, maybe even waiting for me to come. As the elevator started to rise, Ugur said "You were sleeping when I fucked you, I want to fuck you now that you're awake" I looked at him and thought how impudent they were.

Out loud I said "I'm tired and going to sleep next to my husband". Ugur didn't care but lifted my dress revealing my pussy and pushed two fingers into my hole that was still dripping with a little semen. He pushed them in and out and his thumb hit my clitoris just right. My knee jerked and at the same time we were on our floor. I was like an involuntary doll again as Ugur guided me with my fingers still in my pussy to the door next to the elevator.

Then he opened it and he pushed me into the cleaning closet, which was a long and narrow space. He pressed me down from the shoulders until I landed on my knees, immediately he tilted me onto my back on the dirty floor. He lifted my knees up and spread my thighs. Immediately his cock slid inside me and the fast fucking began.

The boy fucked me at an accelerating pace for probably 10-15 minutes and just as I started to approach orgasm my fertile pussy received the young man's semen. Ugur got off me quickly and I didn't have time to get anything but semen myself. My orgasm never came. Ugur reached out to help me up and said "Tomorrow we'll fuck again, right?"

I didn't answer anything but stepped out of the cleaning closet trying to get my sticky dress to fit properly over me, my pussy and ass still exposed. At the same time the elevator door opened and two older women stepped out. Both of them looked at me with wide eyes as my pussy leaked semen and I tried to get my dress to hide my private parts, which have been used a lot during this day and the latest was Ugur. Without saying anything, the women turned the other way from the elevator and walked away.

I straightened my dress and headed towards our room, found the key card in my wallet and opened the door. Finally I was in our room. I was really tired and I literally collapsed next to my husband. For some reason I didn't fall asleep right away, but the events of the evening and mostly the night rolled through my mind.

After a while I realized that I had been fucked by 7 different men, at least two of whom had fucked me twice and none of them had used a condom. That meant that at least 9 times my fertile pussy had received the semen of different men. And the realization made me gasp, wondering if I was pregnant by one of them.

Part 2 coming soon.

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