Drunk Love

It was late evening, somewhere around eleven o'clock. Seyran was sitting on the sofa, in the living room of Gülgün's apartment, switching between the TV channels. She was all alone in the apartment at that moment, since Gülgün had to go to the Korhan mansion, and Ece had gone to visit her family in her homeland.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Seyran wondered who it could be at this time, since both Gülgün and Ece had a key to the apartment.

When Seyran opened the door, she was surprised to see her husband, Ferit. He had a desperate look on his face.

"F-Ferit?!" Seyran exclaimed "W-What are you doing here?"

Ferit did not say anything, he just kept looking at his wife.

"Look, Ferit, if you have come to your mother, she is not here right now." Seyran said "She is spending the night at the mansion, due to some things with her divorce with your father."

But Ferit again did not say anything. Instead, he moved forward, making Seyran step backwards. He entered the apartment, walking towards Seyran and making her move backwards, until her back touched the wall behind her.

Once Ferit was sure Seyran could not move anywhere, he put the palms of both of his hands on the wall, above Seyran's head, locking her completely between himself and the wall. He then looked deep into her mesmerising green eyes and did not move his eyes even the slightest away. Seyran swallowed nervously.

"F-Ferit..." she exclaimed, but he was not listening to her

He then removed one of his hands from the wall and cupped her face with it, gently caressing her soft cheek with his thumb. A small smile formed on his face, as he kept looking at her and caressing her face.

The next moment, he moved his thumb and ran it across her juicy lips, rubbing them with it, after which he leaned his head closer to hers and pressed his cheek against hers, making her feel him with all of her cells. She felt like she was going to faint at any moment.

Before she even realised, he pressed his lips hard against hers, in a deep, mind-blowing, passionate kiss. He was drunk. He had been drinking. She could tell by his breath. She tried to push him away, but he was holding her tight.

When he finally pulled away, Seyran said "Ferit, you are drunk. You are not aware of what you are doing. Please, go..."

"I am pretty much aware of what I am doing, Seyran." Ferit replied in a low voice

"I want you, Seyran. I love you. More than anything." he added "And I know you want me, too. I know you still love me as much as I do. I see it in your eyes."

"You are wrong, Ferit, I do not love-..." she began saying, but her words got cut, as Ferit muted her with a kiss, not wanting to listen to the bullshit that she was talking

When he again pulled away, he said "You are fooling only yourself, Seyran. We both know how crazy we are about each other."

He then put his hand on her waist and pulled her closer, his hips hitting hers.

Hungry for his wife and not wanting to waste any more time, he pulled her back into another series of kisses. Seyran was trying to resist as much as she could, but when she realised that it was simply impossible to do so, she surrendered to him and gave into passion, deepening the already deep kiss even more.

When Ferit felt that she was not trying to fight anymore, he groaned with satisfaction and picked her up in his arms. In her mind Seyran was grateful for Gülgün's and Ece's absence at that exact moment, for obvious reasons.

With his wife in his arms, Ferit moved deeper into the apartment, going into the living room, where he put Seyran on top of the piano, where he continued to feed her with his hot kisses. His hands moved to the zip-up hoodie, which she was wearing, pulling it down and taking it off her, throwing it to the side. Ferit's hands were moving in unison with Seyran's hands, which grabbed Ferit's jacket and took it off him. Underneath the jacket he was wearing a black shirt, which had its top three buttons undone, revealing his broad chest which Seyran loved very much.

Burning with the desire to have him, Seyran reached out and undid the rest of the buttons of Ferit's shirt and took it off him, letting it fall next to his jacket and her hoodie.

The next object in that apartment, which got to witness Seyran and Ferit's passionate love that they had for each other, was the massive column in Seyran's room. Going into Seyran's room, Ferit saw that column as a good place to push his wife against.

There he grabbed the hem of her white T-shirt and pulled it up and over her head. His eyes darkened when he saw that she was not wearing any bra underneath the T-shirt. He dipped his head down and pulled a nipple into his mouth, while rolling the other one between his fingers. Seyran moaned as Ferit flicked his tongue back and forth across her nipple, before gently pulling it into his mouth, suckling deeply. Her head tilted back and she gripped his big and strong shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

"Ferit..." she moaned, the sound of his own name coming out of her mouth with that tone driving him crazy

Ferit dropped to his knees. He moved quickly, pulling her leggings down, together with her underwear. He then hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, cupping her bottom with his hand, bringing her closer, his mouth closing over her most private part, satisfied to find her already wet and ready for him. Seyran moaned and bit her lower lip when she felt her husband's playful tongue over the most sensitive spot from her entire body. The pleasure was so much that she felt her hand coming up of its own volition, burying her fingers in his fluffy hair which she loved so much, pulling it gently into her fist, pressing Ferit even closer to herself.

A little later he pushed two of his fingers inside of her, making her lose her mind and moan even more and even louder.

When Ferit could not take it anymore, he lowered her, got back up to his feet and picked Seyran up in his arms, so that he could carry her to the bed. He laid her there and, before coming on top of her, took his jeans and underwear off himself, revealing himself to his wife. He then joined her on the bed, coming on top of her and giving her another one of his passionate kisses, which he gave only to her. True, the bed was a little smaller for them than supposed, but they still found a way to fit on it.

Seyran nearly screamed when she finally felt Ferit shove his flesh all the way up inside of her. Before Ferit started to move inside of her, he caught both of her hands and pinned them up, above her head, after which he leaned in for a kiss.

Then he began pounding her, starting with slower and more gentle strokes, and accelerating his movements little by little.

"F-Ferit..." she almost screamed with pleasure

Enjoying the sound of his own name coming from his wife's mouth, Ferit exclaimed "That is right, my love! Scream my name! You know I love it when you say my name with that beautiful voice of yours..."

They kept going until they both finally reached the end, moaning out of pleasure, as they both went over the edge together, Seyran receiving her husband's semen, feeling it fill her.

After they took some breath, they went for a second round, with this time Seyran being on top of Ferit and riding him, while kissing him passionately at the same time, her tongue dancing into his mouth with his tongue.

Once they were all done with their act of love, they were lying under the covers, exhausted from the nearly three adventurous hours that they spent together.

They spent some time talking and kissing, after which they both fell asleep in each other's arms.