I mentioned this girl, the one we call Ugly, in my last story. She's one of the instructors where my friend and I work out, but she's far from the ugly her name implies. Even when I first met her, when she was overweight, she still wasn't ugly by any definition. So, why do we call her that, if she's not ugly? Well, in Turkey, when someone is playing with a baby, one of the things they do is tell the baby that they're ugly. They don't say it to the parents, because that would be insulting their child. They say it directly to the baby, the way we say "you're a pretty baby, yes you are", using that same baby talk tone of voice. And when you say it to the baby, everyone here knows it means exactly the opposite. But, babies aren't the only ones people do that to. Sometimes adults use it as a way of flirting with someone else. When they do it that way, it's more like telling each other that they are uglier, meaning the one they say it to is beautiful.

That was the case here, except I'm not the one who started saying it to her. I don't even know which of the two of them said it first. I just know that my best friend and this girl call each other ugly every time they see each other. And, I'm not even sure whether it's actual flirting, or just friendly banter. Well, considering my friend's reaction to me and Senem, and how he felt I should be going after Ugly instead, I'd say his side of it is definitely not flirting. Her side of it I'm not too sure about one way or the other. I mean, she seems to light up a little whenever my friend is around. Yet, other than their ugly words, she hasn't said or done anything I would call flirting with him. Then again, she's done even less than that with me and my friend still thinks she wants me. That was the whole question here, why would he think not only that I had a shot with her, but also get pissed at me for being with someone other than her? There was obviously something going on that I didn't know anything about.

Before I get back to that, let me tell you about Ugly. She's one of the instructors where we go to exercise, and more specifically, she teaches the step aerobics class. I noticed her the first day we started there, not because she was beautiful, but because she was too out of shape to be an instructor. I mean, she was 20 or 30 pounds overweight, and all of that was in the wrong places. Big fat ass, heavy thighs and a gut that was worse than mine when I started. She did however have a very cute face, and a nice personality, the same thing we always say about fat chicks, except in this case it was true. And, for some reason I liked her better than the other female instructors right from the start.

There was just something about her, fat and all, that I found attractive and sexy. And I was the first of us two to talk to her about something other than our exercise routines. Admittedly, the things I said came out all wrong in Turkish. Like asking if one of the posters on the wall was her when she'd been in better shape. Or commenting that it must be difficult to get back in shape after her pregnancy, when she'd never been pregnant. She didn't take offense to the things I said, probably because she understood that I wasn't trying to be insulting even if it came out that way. Especially the pregnancy remarks, which she took as me trying to give her an excuse for being so out of shape.

She didn't stay out of shape for long though. I mean, she was leading at least 4 step aerobics classes a day, so she started losing her fat quickly. At least I didn't screw up my comments about her looking better or about being jealous that she got in shape so fast while I still looked like shit. And, she started waving at me every time she saw me enter the gym. But that all changed for some reason, and I think the reason was me. Because, the better looking she got, and the more attention she got from other guys, the less I felt comfortable trying to strike up conversations with her. Probably because, even though I had no designs on her, she was getting more and more out of my league all the time.

When she was overweight, and no one else paid much attention to her, she felt more approachable. And as she got better looking, I felt like I was a mere mortal trying to hit on a goddess. Like I said, it wasn't her putting up walls between us, it was me. And like I also said, while I wasn't trying to get anything going with her, it started to feel like I was. So I backed off, way off, and left her to the guys who might actually stand a chance with her. And because I backed off, so did she I guess, because the hello waves and the conversations that went with them slowly stopped too.

That is until her schedule changed. Because of my hernia, I was unable to take part in any of the other special sessions, such as Pilates. The only one I could have taken was step aerobics and Zumba, which was the class that Ugly taught. The problem had always been that her last session started before I could possibly get there to participate. With her schedule change though, her last session now started late enough for me to barely make it there in time. And, in order to get rid of my gut quicker, without being able to do things like sit ups, I needed her class. She was very happy that I joined the sessions, though not because she wanted to be near me. It was because I was the only non gay male who was willing to join them. All the others, with the exception of the one gay guy, were women and that bothered her for some reason. Probably because she hoped her classes would have a broader appeal than they did. But, since they were more or less dance type exercises, what did she expect. No self respecting man would join that kind of class, unless like me, he had no other class options.

Me joining her class also got us back on our old friendly terms in a way. That's because another reason men don't do these types of classes is that they are more difficult for men to do. Women are naturally better at dancing and can easily follow all the moves. Men don't generally have that good of a dancing rhythm without lots of practice. Also, because men's legs are heavier than women's, the dance steps take more out of us than they do women. The fattest and most out of shape women have no problem following any of the routines, while I was struggling with even the most basic ones. So, our conversations were now me telling her how bad I sucked at this, and her giving me encouragement. That and her worrying sometimes that I might be having a heart attack, when I'd suddenly stop to catch my breath. About the only thing that wasn't part of doing her job as a trainer was her trying to get me to do some of the truly girlish moves. You know, rolling my hips and wiggling my ass the way only women can or should. Whenever she did those, she'd look at me and try to get me to do them too. Then she'd laugh at my violent head shakes that said there was no way this side of hell I was doing that. My point is that there was absolutely nothing to indicate any sort of sexual or romantic interest on her part. Just her doing her job as an instructor, and having a little harmless fun trying to get me to do certain moves that she knew I wouldn't do.

For my side of it, there was no romantic interest either, although there was a certain amount of sexual interest. Like I said earlier, I'd found something about her strangely attractive even when she'd been overweight. And once she'd started losing weight, she became even more attractive. With her belly fat melted away, you could easily see that she had a nice set of tits under her shirt. Not huge balloons and not tiny little bumps that needed a padded bra. Somewhere in the middle of those two, and a pair that most girl's would be envious of. But, since I'm more of an ass man, the changes in that area interested me a lot more. From the day we met, when she had a big fat ass, I saw it getting tighter and tighter every time I went there. And, not only was it getting tighter, the cheeks were separating into distinct globes that invited your tongue to slide between them. Add to that the fact that I always had a perfect view of her ass during her classes, and you can imagine the interest that generated in me. Just a physical interest though, filled with fantasy daydreams, not a romantic one. The difference in our ages coupled with the fact that I'm married, stopped any such thoughts before they even started.

So, what made my friend think there was any possibility of her and me getting together? And why did he believe in it so strongly that he got angry when I hooked up with Senem instead of her? Of course he was aware of the problems with my wife; he is my best friend you know. He knew about the lack of sex, knew about the games and he knew about the lies. He also knew there was no way out for me because I loved my kids too much to get a divorce. Actually he was more pissed off by the situation than I was and hated my wife for what she was putting me through. I was more depressed than angry, and sort of resigned to the whole mess. It was he who convinced me that my wife had forfeited her rights to expect fidelity from me, and that I was stupid for remaining faithful. I'd believed that denying her the romance that women crave, and interacting in a pure business type manner, would show her the error of her ways. But he told me that as long as I was paying the bills, she had no reason to change her behavior. Unfortunately, he proved to be correct when she flat out stated that our marriage over as far as she was concerned, and her only worry was not hurting our children with a divorce. So, he should have been happy for me when I found Senem, instead of getting all pissed off.

Admittedly, he'd made several comments before I found Senem, about how Ugly would be a lot better for me than my wife was. And he'd even mentioned once or twice how he wished she and I could get something going between us. But, I never took any of that seriously, and always told him that I had no way to get someone like her. I mean, what did I have to offer her? I was 33 years older than her, and while I don't look my age, that's a huge gap to cross. I'm not rich, even if I do make good money by Turkish standards. And most importantly, I am married, even if it's a fucked up marriage, and have no plans to get a divorce. So, what did I have to offer her that a lot of other men hadn't already offered her? If I was single, and she was even slightly attracted, she might be tempted by the financial security and possible opportunity to leave Turkey that marriage to me could provide. That's obviously what had attracted my 21 year younger wife, and gave her a reason to marry me and to fake sexual interest in me. With that, I would have maybe a one in a million chance with Ugly. Without that, I had less than a snowball's chance in hell, and I told my friend that many times. Had he argued the point with me, and given reasons she might be interested, I might have understood his anger a little. Since he hadn't, and had actually agreed that my chances were next to zero, why the hell was he mad at me?

I could speculate forever and still not come up with the answer. So, I did the only thing I could in that situation, I asked him directly why he was pissed off at me about this. He said the answer was simple; I was wasting my time on some cheap married slut when I should be going after the real prize. My reply was that Senem wasn't bad looking and she took care of my needs without asking for anything in return except that I take care of hers. So, I wasn't wasting my time with her. Chasing after Ugly when I knew I didn't stand a chance with her would be wasting my time. Besides, if he thought she was the real prize, why wasn't he chasing after her? His answer was that he'd like to, but she wasn't interested in him that way. Oh, he wouldn't chase her because she wasn't interested in him, yet he expected me to chase her? They had that flirting thing going on that had given her the Ugly nickname, which was way more than her and I had. We didn't flirt at all, just talked sometimes about her class, and he thought I had a better chance than he did? He said that yes, they had that thing where they called each other ugly, but that was all they had. It was me she watched all the time, and me who made her face light up whenever she saw me.

I told him he was imagining things, and he told me I was both blind and stupid. My response was that if she didn't look at me when I could see it, or didn't talk to me about anything other than exercises, how was I blind and stupid? His answer was to ask what I did to encourage her. Did I look at her when she could see it, and did I talk to her about anything except her work? If I didn't show any interest in her, how could I expect her to show any in me? I told him it didn't matter if I showed interest, because she knew I was married and that we'd just had a baby. She wouldn't want anything to do with a situation like that, because there was no future in it. My friend's next answer popped out of his mouth too quick, and he knew he'd stuck his foot in it. He said she also knew that my wife had fucked up our sex life, and that left plenty of future for both of us.

Of course, I immediately asked how the fuck she knew about my sex life, and he admitted that he'd told her about it. And when I wanted to know why, he said because she'd asked him about it. I told him he was full of shit, because no girl would just come up and ask about my sex life. He laughed and said she didn't, she'd just asked why I looked so tired all the time and so depressed half the time. When we'd started going there, I hadn't looked that way, and she'd wanted to know if something was wrong with me. He'd told her I had problems at home, and when she pressed for details, he'd ended up telling her the whole story, including how pissed off he was about the situation I was in. Her voice had been sad when she said how sorry she was to hear about my problems. But, her eyes had told a different story, one that said she was happy about it. That's what made him think she was interested in me. Why else would she be happy about my problems, except that it meant she might have a chance with me. I told him that he was reading things into her questions and her expression that didn't exist. She'd probably asked about me in the first place to make sure I wouldn't die in the middle of her class. Asking for details of my problems could be plain curiosity, and he might have seen relief in her eyes that my problems weren't physical. It was a nice fantasy, and I appreciated him thinking that I actually had a chance with someone like her. But it was just wishful thinking on his part that he'd found a magic cure for my problem.

Just because I told him those things, and I honestly believed what I said, that didn't mean I wasn't doing the same wishful thinking. I used to do that kind of wishful thinking about my wife, but I gave that up after having my dreams shattered too many times. Since Ugly had never lied to me, it didn't hurt to fantasize about her the way it did to fantasize about my wife. The fact that she and I had never been together did nothing to deter my fantasies. Nor did the fact that there was virtually no chance of us ever getting together. That tiny spark that my friend had planted in my brain, with his wishful thinking, was all that it took to get my mind going in that direction. And the more I fantasized about it, the more I wondered if there might not be some truth in what he had said. Was it possible that he wasn't just wishful thinking, and that he was right about the things he said? My wife had told me she had a thing for older men, even though I no longer believed any of the things she said because she lied so much. Could Ugly have that for real, could she actually like mature men, and actually be interested in a guy over 30 years older than her? And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to know the answer.

Yes, I know that finding out for sure that she wasn't interested would completely kill the fantasy. But if there was even the slightest chance of turning that fantasy into reality, wasn't it worth it? What wasn't worth it though, at least not to me, was taking a chance on losing her as a friend. So, I had to find a way to do it that wouldn't make her hate me or lose respect for me. I mean, coming right out and asking for a date wouldn't be smart. What kind of slime bag asks another woman out right after his wife just had a baby? Even her knowing my situation might not be enough to keep her from thinking I was a total asshole for doing that. The answer was in something my friend had told me. Why would Ugly do anything to openly show interest in me if I'd never done anything to show interest in her? Was she keeping our conversations on a mostly professional level because I'd never taken it past that point either?

I could easily test that by taking things up a notch and watching how she reacted. There were plenty of ways to make our friendship more personal without actually hitting on her. I could even do a small amount of flirting, as long as I did it in a joking manner. It was only an obvious attempt to put the make on her that would get me in trouble. And when I tried it, the things I did seemed to have an effect on her. The more I brought up subjects besides exercising, the more she brought up things herself. And, the small compliments I started giving her made her react more cheerfully whenever she saw me. None of these things meant anything though, because they only showed friendship, not sexual interest. Then again, I'd stayed away from making any sexual comments or jokes, so what did I expect? It wasn't until I decide to video tape our class that things changed.

I mentioned before how much I sucked at following the steps in the dance routines she used. Part of the problem was that we only had three half hour sessions a week and the routines differed from song to song. Had I had more classes, or if each routine lasted longer, I might do a lot better. And, I mentioned the idea of taping one of her classes so that I could practice at home. She had nothing against me doing that, but I still hesitated because the other participants might not like being filmed. So, I decided to try it a different way, by wearing my cell phone around my neck and using it to tape things. That way, the only thing it would get clearly was her, since I usually tried to be right behind her. It of course came out terrible because my jumping around to do the exercises made the camera jump too. The quality of the picture was ok, but you couldn't see any of the routines clearly with the camera jumping like that. However, some of the girls noticed what I was trying to do, and instead of getting angry, they actually loved the idea. They gave me enough encouragement that I finally brought in a real video camera and a tripod to try again with. I still set it up to be centered on Ugly from behind, since it was the easiest way to learn the routines. And because it only covered about a third of the room, those who were camera shy could easily avoid being in the picture.

Naturally the result was a million times better, and reviewing it with Ugly was what changed everything. Since it was shot from the back, it showed a lot of her ass while it was in motion. And, like all woman, she was worried that the video made her ass look fat. As her ass is in my mind the best part of her body, you can imagine how quickly I told her there was no way her ass could look anything but beautiful to me. I probably shouldn't have said it the way I did, saying it looked beautiful to me, because she turned and gave me a strange look, like I'd grown two heads or something. Then she smiled and asked if that was why I was always right behind her in class, so I could stare at her ass. Ok, I'd wanted an opportunity to see how she'd react to some real flirting, and this was it. So, I pretended innocence and said that I was honestly watching her feet so I could follow the dance steps. Watching her ass would be too distracting and I'd fall flat on my face. Then in fake embarrassment, I confessed that I only did my watching after class was over. Then I waited to see what my admitting that I stared at her ass would do.
She laughed and said she knew that, because she'd seen me looking. Then in mock shyness, or maybe real shyness, she asked if her ass was all I liked about her. Now it was my turn to laugh, and ask why she was fishing for compliments. Everything about her was beautiful, and she knew it, and not just her body. Every guy in the place wanted to be with her and would kill for the chance. Again the mock shyness, with her eyes looking down at the floor as she said that not every guy wanted to be with her. I wasn't sure who she meant, but my heart skipped at the possibility that my friend was right and she was talking about me. So I told her that I meant every guy, whether they showed it or not. She asked how a guy could feel that way and not show it, and I told her there were a lot of reasons, depending on the guy. She obviously wasn't satisfied with just saying they had lots of reasons, because she asked me for specific examples. I told her I couldn't give her all the reasons, but I could give her the most common ones, and she said that was what she wanted, the biggest reasons.

I said that the first one should be obvious, especially with a girl as hot as she was. The guy didn't think he was handsome enough or in good enough shape for her to be interested. She said girls had the same problem, worrying that they weren't pretty enough for the guys they were interested in. So, they paid attention to who watched them, or who gave them a lot of smiles. That's how she knew I looked at her ass all the time. I told her that it was easy to do that with guys, because we were too obvious when we looked. Girls were more subtle, and didn't stare at guys the way us men stared at girls. She said that was because a guy's looks weren't as important to them. Of course, the guy couldn't be ugly to them, but personality meant more to women than it did to men. So, just because a guy didn't look like Brad Pitt didn't mean a girl wouldn't be interested. So, what was the next reason?

I told her that a lot of the guys were married, and couldn't do anything about their interest, so why show it? She said she understood that, but what about the guys she knew who were already seeing someone besides their wives? If they had no problem doing it with one girl, why not show they were interested in her too? I laughed at that and told her it was because a girl like her was dangerous. Married men, who saw other women, usually weren't planning on getting a divorce. Maybe it was money, maybe it was because of their kids, or maybe because of pressure from friends and family. Whatever the reason, they didn't want a girlfriend who would be a danger to their marriage. So, they went after married women, older women, or ugly women, women who wouldn't expect them to divorce their wives and marry them. A young, beautiful, single girl was usually in the market for a husband, so they stayed away from them. She said I already knew that wasn't the case with her, because she'd told me she was too young to think about marriage yet. And my answer was that she knew that, and I knew that, but did the guys who were interested in her know that? With that, she asked for the next reason on the list.

That reason was that the guys felt they had nothing to offer her, especially when compared to other guys who might be interested in her. For example, they didn't have the money to buy her the things or take her to the places a girl like her deserved. And, if things got serious, they didn't have a house of their own they could live in together. Or, mostly for the married men, they couldn't be faithful and couldn't spend all their time with her like they should. Her response was that she wasn't interested in material things, and didn't need presents. And, she would worry about the house in about 10 years when she was ready for marriage. As for the other one, well, she wasn't just too young to think about marriage, she was also too young to be tied to one guy. So, if the guy could deal with her having other boyfriends besides him, she could deal with him having a fiancée or a wife. Then she asked for the next reason.

I told her that was about it, except for one that only applied to me out of the guys in the gym. That was the huge age difference between me and most of the girls in the place. She told me I didn't need to explain that one, because it wasn't important to her. If she was attracted to a guy, she was attracted to him, no matter how old he was. Besides, older men knew how to treat a woman like a woman, not just a sex toy. And, they knew how to make love to a woman, rather than just use her for their own pleasure. So, being older was actually an advantage, not a problem as far as she was concerned. Then she upped the stakes again with what she said next. She said that according to me, we'd covered all the main reasons men who were interested in her didn't show it. Now she wanted to know if I had any other excuses why I didn't show my interest in her.

When my head snapped up to look at her face, her lips were smiling, but her eyes were on fire. This wasn't a joke to her at this point, she was asking a serious question and she wanted a serious answer. When she didn't get one right away, she started talking, going down the list we had just made. It was up to her, not me, to decide who was handsome enough for her, and I was. Half the girls in the place had their eyes on me, I just didn't see it, and she was one of those girls. Even more important though was the fact that I was the only guy who had liked her when she didn't look like she did now. No one else had even tried to talk to her back then. It was only after she got back into shape that other guys started paying attention to her. That showed that I actually liked her as a person and not just as a hot body. That meant a lot to her then, and it still meant a lot to her now.

Of course she knew I was married, and knew my wife had just had a baby. She also knew about the problems I had with my wife, because my friend had told her. And, she understood why I wanted to stay married even though I wasn't very happy with my wife. That also meant a lot to her, that my kids were the most important thing in my life. But, she also knew I wasn't being faithful to my wife. Since she knew why, she didn't think any less of me for doing that. And after our discussion, she kind of understood why I chose a married woman to cheat with. She didn't even mind if I kept seeing that woman because like she said, she planned to see other guys too. And, I had nothing to worry about as far as her trying to break up my marriage, at least not for the next 5 or 6 years. Even then, she'd probably want to marry someone younger than me. Although, she did hope we'd still get together after she got married, with or without her husband's approval.

So, the last excuse, what did I have to offer her, or what was it she wanted from me. She said she wanted three things, some love, some understanding, and lots of patience. She knew I was being kind when I thought she was getting over having been pregnant. But, I didn't pry into the reason she'd gotten so fat when she told me it wasn't from a pregnancy. Well, it was the same reason most women got fat, and that was from eating as a way of coping with depression. You see, she'd had a boyfriend back when she'd been as skinny as the picture on that poster. She thought they were in love, and would be together forever. That is, until she found out that he was cheating on her with a friend of hers. And even worse, when she caught them, he told her it was all her fault that he was cheating. That's because, while her loved her and eventually wanted to marry her, she was terrible in bed. She didn't know how to do anything except lay there and let him fuck her. And when she cried and begged him to teach her, since he had been her first, he told her it would be a waste of time. So, if she wanted to be with him, she'd just have to understand that he'd be getting sex elsewhere. Of course, she left him, because she couldn't accept that, and just stayed at home crying and eating. Then one day, she'd decided she'd cried and ate enough and went back to being an aerobics instructor. And, she hadn't had sex with anyone since the breakup almost a year ago.

She'd liked having sex and wanted to start doing it again real soon. But, she didn't want the same thing to happen again when she did. What good was a nice body if she didn't know how to use it right? Instead, she wanted to be the woman the guys went to get the really good sex. So, she wanted someone to teach her how to do all the things a man wanted a woman to do in bed. For that, she needed someone who was experienced and who had the patience to not get angry when she did it wrong. And she wanted someone who would let her go at her own pace, and not try to force anything. And she also wanted someone who wouldn't become possessive, because she wasn't going to tie herself to one man again anytime soon. I was the only person she knew who seemed to have those qualities. So, I was the only possible person she would want to be her teacher. The only question was if I was willing to do that, or was I not as interested as I said I was?

I'd like to say I had some cool response to what she'd just told me, but I didn't. Instead, I started looking all around, and when she asked me why, I told her. I was looking for my friend, because I knew he'd put her up to playing this joke on me, and I was going to kill him. She actually had to raise her voice to get me to stop, and that got us more attention than either of us wanted. Then, once I was looking at her again, she said that my friend had nothing to do with this. True, he'd told her about the problems with my wife, and about the girl I was seeing, because she'd asked him those things. And, he knew she was interested in me, because she'd told him she was when she asked the questions. No matter what I thought though, this wasn't some kind of practical joke they were playing; she really meant the things she said to me. I honestly wanted to believe her, but I just couldn't, and she saw that. So, she said she wanted to show me something, and asked me to follow her into the now empty aerobics room. Then, as soon as no one could see us, she pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. When her lips left mine, we were both breathing hard, me more so than her of course. She asked if I still thought she was joking, and all I could do was shake my head no.

She then asked what time I had to be home, and when I said 10, she told me I was going to be later than that, a lot later. I thought about protesting, and then I realized what she was doing. I'd managed to keep the thing with Senem more or less a secret so far. But, I'd already made it clear to my wife that she had forfeited the right to say anything if I was with another woman. Since I'd told my friend that I'd said it, he'd obviously told her as well. She might not be trying to steal me from my wife, but she didn't want to be a dirty little secret either. And she further showed it when we got outside, by grabbing my hand so everyone would know we were lovers. It was also obvious that while she might want me as a teacher, she planned to be in charge of the school. Then again, I guess she had the right to be, her body, her rules. The only problem with that was if she had that same attitude when I was trying to teach her. If she wanted to do things her way, and wouldn't listen to what I said, she wouldn't learn a damn thing.

And I told her that as well as a couple of other things as we were walking. It was ok for her to show a guy that she wanted him. But, most guys wanted a shy slut in bed, not a dominatrix who told them what to do. She had to be willing to do everything, and could even beg for things, but giving orders was a total turn off. As a matter of fact, the shyer she acted, the more men would love it when she let them do bad things to her. I expected her to argue with me, and she did in a way, by explaining why she was acting like this. It was because she was a little frustrated with me right now. I should have been the one to chase after her, since she knew I was interested. She shouldn't have had to do the things she did to get me to admit it. She shouldn't have had to raise her voice or kiss me in the other room to get me to believe her. And, she shouldn't have had to tell me I was going to be late getting home tonight. If she didn't though, she was sure I'd make up some excuse because I still didn't fully believe she wanted me. But, once we were naked together in her bed, she'd do everything I told her to do. Then to prove she knew what I meant, she looked at me with slightly downcast eyes and in a shy sexy voice asked if I was going to make her do bad things with me tonight.

I kissed the top of her head and told her I definitely was, and if she was a good bad girl, I was going to do something very bad myself. Then we both laughed and hurried on to her apartment. As soon as we got there, she dragged me to the bedroom, and started trying to rip off my clothes. I stopped her and told her this was her first lesson, and that was to slow down. She protested, saying it had been a long time, and couldn't we start the lessons after we made love once first? I said that she'd waited a year, so a few more minutes wouldn't kill her. Besides, taking your time and working your way up slowly to making love made the whole thing that much exciting for both of you. And, if she just did what I asked for the next 15 minutes, I would show her something that was a whole lot better than making love. She pouted for a few seconds then nodded to say she understood. So, I told her to come into my arms slowly, and kiss me softly but deeply.

Kissing is one thing she doesn't need lessons in that's for sure. And when she came up for air, we were breathing even harder than the last time we kissed. I told her to take one of my hands, and gently place in on her breast. The object was to tell the man you wanted him to touch you, and tell him where you wanted him to start, without saying a word. That's because you'd normally still be kissing, and you didn't want to stop doing that yet. With that, of course, I kissed her some more, while caressing the breast she had chosen. Then I told her to unbutton just the top button of her shirt, to show me she wanted me to do the rest of them. Naturally, my mouth followed my hands, and I was soon licking and sucking her tits. I didn't have to tell her to hold the back of my head, or to start moaning to show she liked it, she did that herself. She also showed she was a quick learner, by taking one of my hands and guiding it slowly to the crotch of her pants so I could rub her pussy. After just a few minutes of that, I decided it was time, and asked if she was ready for her reward for not rushing things.

I'm sure she thought I was going to finally make love to her, and didn't even mind how slowly I removed her pants and underwear. Anyone who knows me though, knows exactly what I was going to do to her. Because, once she was naked, I pushed her back onto the bed, and instead of sliding up, I moved down her body. As I'd thought, no one had ever tried to eat her pussy before, and she even begged me not to kiss her there. But, just like every other woman I've ever done it to, her complaints quickly turned to moans of ecstasy. And, she didn't say anything except oh god when my tongue also moved down to lick her asshole. Nor did she hesitate to kiss me when I moved up after giving her two huge orgasms. I let her go on for a few minutes, between kisses, about how awesome having her pussy eaten felt. Then I told her to remember that feeling, because that would be her reward every time she did well in her lessons. And speaking of which, it was time for another lesson, a very important one maybe even the most important. That was to do to me what I'd just done to her.

She hesitated before answering, and I had to ask her what was wrong. She said this was one that she was a little afraid of, because of her old boyfriend. She'd tried to do it to him once, and as soon as she put it in her mouth, he'd grabbed her head and tried to force it down her throat. I kissed her and reminded her that I wasn't an asshole like her old boyfriend. I would never force her to do anything she didn't want to do, and I wouldn't do anything that would hurt her. Hadn't I already shown that much by things that we'd done so far? But, if she wanted to learn the things that made men happy in bed, this was something she definitely had to learn. If she was good at this, she could be terrible at everything else and the men wouldn't care. Then I asked her if she trusted me, because that's what this boiled down to. If she was afraid I was going to hurt her, maybe we should stop for now and try again when she trusted me more. It was probably the fact that I'd said it softly while kissing her, showing her that I wasn't angry at all. Because, she kissed me back and said if she didn't trust me, she wouldn't have asked me to be her teacher. And, there was no way she was going to let me stop until we'd made love at least once.

So, she was going to try to do this for me, but she couldn't guarantee me that she'd be able to do it for long. I kissed her again and told her I didn't expect her to learn everything in one night. If she did, she wouldn't need me to teach her anymore, and I wanted to be her teacher for a long time. She told me she hoped I would be because she'd enjoyed all the lessons so far. Then she asked me to tell her what she needed to do next. I told her that the first thing she needed to do was learn what my cock looked like. Most women made love without ever seeing a man's cock, but a good lover knew everything there was to know about it. So, before we did anything else, she was going to get to know my cock. And to do that, she was going to have to take my pants off for me. That was something men always found sexy, when a woman took their cock out for them. And it was even sexier when they took it out with a smile on their face and lots of eye contact with their lover. I also had to remind her that doing it slowly built up the sexual tension and you always wanted to build that. And, kissing a man's stomach on the way down told him exactly what you were planning to do, which made it even more exciting. Like I said, she's a fast learner, because I've never had anyone undress me as sexily as she did it!

When she got my pants and underwear off, I stopped her from trying to kiss it right away. She would want to do it that way later, do everything with her mouth first. But this time I wanted her to learn how it looked and how it felt, and to watch as it got hard for her. I also told her that while it might look hard, a cock was soft to the touch and just as sensitive as her nipples or pussy was. So, you wanted to treat it gently, not start pulling on it the way they did it in sex films. Then I told her to go ahead and touch it, and to pick it up and hold it in her hands. She did that and commented that it was heavier than it looked and felt good in her hands. I told her that it felt fantastic to me too, and she laughed. Then I explained where it was most sensitive, and how to stroke it lightly with just a couple of fingers. I also told her about my balls and what the best way to touch them was. Then I lay back and let her play for a little bit, trying not to moan too loudly.

She took the next step herself, leaning down and sliding her lips over the head of my cock. She did so softly and slowly, and I couldn't stop my moan this time. It was an awesome feeling, and I only had to tell her two things to make it perfect. One was to keep her fingers moving on the parts that weren't in her mouth. The other was to not use her tongue right away, because a tongue was rougher than she thought. Until a man started getting close to his orgasm, it felt almost like sandpaper, probably the same way it felt to her. She tried taking more of my cock in her mouth, and naturally gagged on it, so I told her another secret. As long as her fingers were still moving lightly, she didn't have to try to get it all in her mouth. Just take the head and a little more, and move her fingers at same time, and the guy would think she'd taken it all. She did that a few times then raised her head to ask if she was doing it right. As if my moans of oh my god weren't enough to tell her that already. I told her that if she kept that up, I'd quickly give her a surprise she wasn't ready for, by cumming in her mouth.
She asked me if that was something men liked to do, cum in a girl's mouth. And when I told her definitely, she said she wanted me to do that then. I warned her that if I did, we'd have to wait a while before I'd be able to make love to her. She said that since we would be eating breakfast together in her bed, we had plenty of time to make love. And since she was enjoying what she was doing, she wanted to keep doing it until I came. Besides, if she did this for me, she'd deserve a reward, wouldn't she? And she'd really loved my reward and wanted to do everything she could to get more of those. So, if I'd like it if she made me cum in her mouth, and I'd give her a reward for letting me do it, then she wanted me to cum in her mouth. Then, with a big smile on her face, she went back to slowly sucking my cock, looking deep into my eyes the whole time. And, I was a lot closer than I thought, because my orgasm caught us both by surprise. Of course, she choked a little when my sperm hit the back of her throat the first time. But, after backing off for a second, her mouth was on my cock again, getting what was left.

When we were both finished, she was immediately up in my arms kissing me and asking how she'd done. That's always seemed strange to me, that only my wife shrinks away from kissing me after oral sex. None of the other girls I've been with have pushed me away when I wanted to kiss them after eating their pussies. And only one was shocked the first time I kissed her after she'd given me a blow job. Not the second time or any times after that though, just the first time. Only my wife refuses to kiss me after I've eaten her, and won't let me kiss her after a blow job. And that's strange, considering she's the one who supposedly loves me. Then again, none of our sex problems make sense to me either, especially since she won't even let me eat her pussy when she's not in the mood to fuck. That's why I was with Ugly right now, wasn't it? And she was more than making up for what my wife wouldn't do, by shoving her tongue halfway down my throat. And I'm sure she was getting off on knowing we were sharing the sperm that was still in her mouth. But hey, if she was willing to let me cum in her mouth, I could at least kiss her afterwards, right?

It was while we were kissing that my phone started ringing, meaning my wife wanted to know where the hell I was. I, of course, did what I should, and that was turn the damn thing off completely. She'd be mad as hell when I got home in the morning, and she'd try to start a fight. But, I'd warned her, and told her flat out that she no longer had any say about my sex life. This would definitely drive that point into her head, me not coming home all night. She'd gotten lucky that I'd been able to arrange things the way I did with Senem. But, it was about fucking time she understood exactly what it was that she had done, and what I was going to do about it. I sure as hell wasn't going to worry about it right now, because I was having way too much fun to let her ruin it. So, after I turned off the phone, I went right back to kissing Ugly and softly stroking those beautiful tits of hers.

Anyway, after kissing for a few more minutes, she started hinting that she was ready to collect her reward. And I was more than willing to give it to her, since I really love eating pussy. But, I didn't get to do it in my favorite position very often. My wife doesn't like it that way, and even Senem prefers the normal way so I can finger fuck her pussy and ass at the same time. So, since I hadn't finger fucked Ugly yet, I asked if she'd like to try it my way. She liked the idea, and in no time at all had her knees on both sides of my head and her pussy on my mouth. The others may not have liked it that much, but Ugly definitely loved it. Especially once she figured out that she controlled where and how hard I was licking her. Of course, most of the time she was grinding down hard and working herself to her next orgasm. But right after she'd cum, she'd back off so that I was only licking her lightly. And, she didn't neglect her asshole either after she figured out that I didn't mind her bouncing that hole on my tongue too. Because she'd given me such a fantastic first blow job, and because, like I said, I love eating pussy, I let her decide when her reward was finished. And, it wasn't finished until she couldn't hold herself up any longer, and she fell onto the bed next to me.

When she caught her breath, she asked why I hadn't stopped her, and I sort of told her. Not the part about me loving to eat pussy as much as I did. If I told her that, she'd offer it to me all the time and it would lose its value as a reward. No, I told her that since it was her first night, and she'd done so well so far, I'd let her have more of a reward than I usually would. And, I said it was also to show her what she could get if she did really well in her lessons. From now on though, she'd have to earn her rewards, and the better she did, the bigger the rewards. Besides, there was another reason I let her go as long as I did. That was because I wanted her completely relaxed when I made love to her. That way, she wouldn't try to fight what she was feeling, and her body would move on its own, naturally. With that, I rolled her on her back, and kissing her softly, I slowly slid my cock into her soaking wet pussy. And, as if to prove my point for me, her hips started rocking upward by themselves as I started moving in and out of her. Another natural reaction was for her to keep trying to speed up, but every time she did, I'd stop moving until she calmed down again. And when she protested, I told her that making love slowly was a lot sexier, and would drive men crazy. We'd fuck hard and fast later if that's what she really wanted. But, I wanted her to learn to make love first, before we started fucking. And that meant slowing down and moving softly against each other, while kissing gently.

It took about 15 minutes before she finally gave up and started doing things my way. And, as I knew she would, she found that her orgasms might not come as often, but they were bigger when you made love than when you fucked. Once she learned that, she had no problem with the leisurely pace that I set for our lovemaking. As for me, those bigger orgasms created a small but painful problem for me. That's because her nails were sharp as hell, and every time she came, she'd dig them into my back. It only hurt a little, and I didn't mind the marks she was leaving at all. That's because I actually wanted my wife to see them. Knowing her and what she thought of me, she probably thought I was just out drinking with my friend. She didn't think I had enough guts to do anything like what I was doing right now. So, the scratches on my back would show her how wrong she was about me.

The slower pace, and the fact that I'd already cum once, made our lovemaking last well over an hour. Then it was my turn to explode and spray the insides of Ugly's pussy with what felt like gallons of sperm. Since she was already cumming herself when I went over the top, it was almost like we came at the same time. After that, we were both pretty worn out, and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. I can't remember the last time I'd fallen asleep from sexual exhaustion, so this was something beautiful to me. It was also something extremely dangerous for me, because it would be too easy to fall in love if we kept doing this. Well, maybe not for her, because I was just her teacher. But, it would definitely be easy for me to fall in love with her. Especially when she woke me up in the middle of the night, not by sucking my cock, or by kissing me, but by something I'd always fantasized would happen. That is, she woke me up by lowering her pussy onto my face, and gently rocking it back and forth across my lips. When she knew I was awake, by the fact that I started nibbling on her pussy lips, she said she hoped I wasn't mad at her for this. She just needed another reward real bad and would earn this one as soon as I finished fucking her. I'm sure she'd already figured out the truth, that she didn't have to do anything to get me to eat her pussy except ask. Still, I think she enjoyed the game of having to earn her rewards as much as I did.

She only rode my tongue through a couple of orgasms this time, before she rolled off and begged me to fuck her. She said she'd loved making love to me, and it might become her favorite way of doing it. But sometimes a girl wanted it hard and fast, and this was one of those times. Besides, she doubted that most men would want to make love slowly like that. And since she planned to be with other men too, she needed to learn how to fuck as well as how to make love. As I slid into her waiting pussy, I told her that all she had to do was the same things she'd done while we were making love. That is, let her body do what it felt like doing, and not fight against herself. Then I started a steady stroking in and out to set a rhythm and slowly built up speed from there. Every time I sped up, I'd wait until she caught up with me before going any further. I mean, I'd wait until she was rocking her hips up at me at the same speed I was fucking down at her, and then speed up some more. It didn't take long before I was pounding into her and she was repeating the standard fuck me fuck me over and over again. One good thing about working out was that I was able to keep that pace for a lot longer than I used to. But working out doesn't do anything for your ability to hold back, and it didn't take long to reach the point of no return.

After I flooded her cunt for the second time that night, we were both worn out, and quickly fell asleep again. When I woke up, it wasn't to a blow job like I'd been dreaming about. And it wasn't to find Ugly still curled up in my arms. Instead I woke up to Ugly running around like a chicken with her head cut off, trying to keep from being late to work. She told me I didn't have to get up, but I'd have felt uncomfortable in her house alone. Then with a quick kiss, saying how much fun she'd had, and that we'd talk on Monday, we went our separate ways. It wasn't even 9 o'clock yet when we parted and I wasn't ready for the shit storm I knew was coming. So I found a little place to have some breakfast and lots of coffee before finally heading home. It gave me the time to wake up, and to think about what I was going to say. Yes, I had the right to do what I did, because of the things my wife had done. But that didn't stop me from feeling guilty about it, because I was sure this had hurt her a lot. Senem hadn't bothered me as much, because I'd kept those dates kind of secret. This time though, I was rubbing her face in it, and that bothered me. Not enough to stop me from doing it again, but more than enough to make me feel bad about myself.

The where the hell have you been all night part of it I handled easily, because I'd prepared myself for it. I knew she would have our son in the room when she asked, so that he'd hear whatever I said. So, I lied and told them that my friend and I had gone out for a few drinks. And, that I'd had a few too many and had slept as his house rather than take the chance of driving home drunk. As for why I hadn't called, that's because it was real late when I decided not to drive, and I didn't want to wake them up. Then I waited for her to call me a liar in front of our son, but she at least had sense enough not to go that far. About half an hour later though, when our son couldn't hear us, she asked why I'd just lied to her face. I told her that this was between her and me, so I'd lied to keep our son out of it. Or would she rather I told him the truth and then explained to him why I had to go to other women to get the sex his mother wouldn't give me? She ignored that and went on to talk about how I'd destroyed our marriage and how she'd never be able to trust me again after this. And then it was on to how she knew I'd eventually cheat on her like all men did, and it went downhill from there.

I surprised even myself, by not saying a single word during her tirade, and even more so by smiling half the time she was ranting. Not that my smiling helped matters any, it naturally just pissed her off even more. When she finally ran out of steam, and asked if I had anything to say for myself, I said yes. And that was that we should probably get a divorce since, as she said, I was the one who destroyed our marriage. Except, I didn't think the judge would think it was me who destroyed it. He'd just wonder why the hell I put up with the shit for so long before finally cheating on her. Her response was to ask if that meant that I didn't love her anymore. I answered that it had as much to do with love as her not wanting to have sex with me did. I still loved her, but I wasn't going to live without sex just because she didn't like it. So, she could either accept the fact that I was going to have sex with other women, since I wasn't getting it from her. Or she could get a divorce, and have to live on a lot less money than she was spending now. The choice was hers. She just sat there shocked for minute, because I'd never stood up to her like that before. Then she ran from the room, probably to go somewhere and cry. Not that I was going to chase after her, and not that her tears would change anything. But, it was one of the tricks every woman uses to get her way, so she had to try it.

Sunday and Monday, we were barely on speaking terms, and if it wasn't for the kids, we wouldn't have spoken at all. Monday was also the next time that I saw Ugly, since it was gym night for me. Unlike my wife, Ugly was all smiles when she saw me, although there was no kissing or physical contact. After all, this was where she worked, and we both knew better than to do anything there. My friend wasn't stupid though, and knew that something had happened between us. And, of course, with him being my best friend, I admitted it had. He understood that I couldn't give him details there, because that would be disrespectful to Ugly. But, he made me promise to tell him all about it the next day at lunch. He also understood when I skipped our usual after workout coffee to go drink coffee elsewhere with Ugly. And once we were outside, the prohibition on contact ended when she took me by the hand for our walk to a small cafe.

Thankfully that's all she wanted was to get some coffee and talk a little. If she'd wanted to go to her apartment again, I wasn't sure what I would do. Openly cheating on my wife once a week, and secretly cheating another night, was about as far as I really wanted to push things. And that was the first thing she asked, how things had gone between me and my wife. I told her what had happened and her response was to tell me not to worry about it. My wife would be angry for a few days, and maybe try to lay another guilt trip on me. But, she'd eventually accept it, since it was her fault that I was doing this, and she knew it. As long as we didn't sleep together more than once a week, she figured everything would be fine. That brought up another point, the fact that my son was awake when I got home. She said I didn't need to explain that part, she understood that I didn't want my son asking where I was every week. Still, she didn't want me leaving right after the sex was over, because it would make her feel that it didn't mean anything. I told her I didn't want that either, because she was definitely special to me, and falling asleep in each other's arms just made it more special. I just wanted to wake up a little earlier, so I could get home before my son woke up.

She said that she was already supposed to wake up at 7, to get ready for work. That's why she'd been in a panic the last time, because she'd overslept and was almost late. Would waking up the same time she did be good enough, because she'd like waking up in my arms every Saturday. I told her that would be perfect, both for my son, and for me. Waking up with a beautiful woman in your arms was even better than falling asleep with one. By the time we'd finished that conversation, it was time for both of us to head home. So, I walked her to her house where we kissed each other goodnight, and went our separate ways. Since I'd be with Senem on Wednesday, and she knew that, we wouldn't see each other again until Friday. But, watching her walk through her gate to her apartment door, definitely made me wish it would be sooner than that.

As I said, my wife and I were barely on speaking terms, although she did say something when I came home at the normal time. She said she was surprised to see me, since she figured I'd be out fucking whatever slut I'd picked up at the gym. Or had I already fucked her and not gone to exercise at all? I ignored the insult to Ugly, because arguing that with her would serve no purpose. Instead I calmly told her that I only did that on Friday nights and even then only after I exercised first. I deliberately left out the fact that we had to wait until Ugly got off work anyway, whether I exercised or not. Besides, by telling her I exercised first, it would open the possibility that the girl I was seeing wasn't from the gym at all. That made it less likely that she'd cause problems by going there to find out who it was. I did, however, add the fact that I'd be home before our son woke up from now on, because I didn't want him hurt by this. The look on her face said she didn't miss the unspoken part about not caring that it hurt her, but she knew that saying anything then would only start a fight she couldn't win.

The next day, as promised, I told my best friend about what had happened between Ugly and me. And, I also told him something that I hadn't said to her, even though I'd thought it. That was the fact that I wasn't sure if she had told me the truth about needing training. I figured she just told me that because she thought I might feel more comfortable if I thought I was teaching her about sex than if she showed she already knew everything. It wouldn't have mattered to me either way, but she had no way of knowing that. Most Turkish men would be turned off by a girl with too much experience, so she probably thought I would be too. I mean, she picked up what I showed her way too quickly to be as inexperienced as she said she was. Then again, maybe she just wanted to learn bad enough to listen to what I told her to do. Still, if I had to bet on one of those choices, it would be that she knew more than she was saying.

That brought up the other side of this situation that had me puzzled, why hadn't they gotten together instead of her chasing me. From the looks they have each other, and the way they flirted all the time, I'd have sworn there was something going on between them. He gave me his standard answer which was that he had nothing to offer a girl like her. He lived at home with his mother, which is actually quite common in this country, so he had nowhere to take her. He didn't have any transportation of his own, so he had no way to take her there even if he had a place. And, he'd just recently found a new job, so he had no money to spend on her once he got there. What he didn't say though, was that she wasn't interested, or that she wasn't her type. I took that to mean that she had expressed interest at some point and he had turned her down, and it pissed me off. And, his excuse was always the same, young girls all wanted things he couldn't give them. Maybe not right away, but eventually they would, and then things would fall apart. So why even start with them if he was going to end up disappointing them? He'd just stick with old divorced women, because they didn't have any expectations.

I asked him if that was what he told her when she'd expressed interest in him, and he said no. Instead, he'd told her she was too young and sweet to have the kind of experience he wanted his lovers to have. Not the words he used, since part of his charm is being crude without actually offending anyone. How he's able to pull that off, especially when he's talking to women, is a skill I'll never master. But, he can say the most insulting things to women, and rather than them getting mad, they seem to love it. What makes it even stranger, is that he's an extremely intelligent and well spoken person when he wants to be. So, what he'd actually said was that she was a nice family girl, and he didn't fuck nice family girls, because he could only get the things he wanted from sluts. And, like I said, she didn't get mad when he said it. She just looked him in the eyes and asked if he thought his friend would want to fuck a nice family girl like her. And, according to him, that's how they'd started talking about my sex problems. Although, he had thought it was just talk and that she'd never really do anything with me, because he'd thought she really was too much of a family girl. He had to admit that he had been surprised, considering both the age difference and that I'd be honest about not divorcing my wife.
As for what he'd said to her, he and I both knew it was pure bullshit. It wasn't that he wanted his women to be sluts; he just wanted them to be past the age where they wanted to start families. That's because he'd gone through a bad marriage and a few bad relationships and was now afraid of commitment. So, any woman who could possibly expect a commitment was a woman he pushed away. Whether or not the woman was a total slut in bed had nothing to do with it. As a matter of fact, most of the women he'd been with lately had only had one partner before him, and probably only did missionary position sex with them. What was actually important was that they knew there would be nothing except casual sex and had no way to trap him into more. That's really why he'd told Ugly what he'd told her, because she was the kind of trap he was determined to avoid. Young, beautiful, and the right age to want to steer him to an eventual wedding and lots of kids. That's also why he'd been surprised she'd gone after me, even after he told her there was no future since I'd never hurt my kids with a divorce. As far as he was concerned, women her age were only after one thing, marriage. And since she couldn't get that from me, why the hell was she with me then? As I left to go back to work, he was still puzzling over that question.

As I said earlier, my wife and I weren't really on speaking terms up through Monday. If it wasn't something we needed, or her getting mad about something, she didn't say a word to me. That night though, Tuesday, she had something else to talk about. It had obviously sunk in that I wasn't going to apologize for having been with another woman. And, it was also a fair bet that I had been serious about planning to do it again this Friday. As Ugly had said, she knew it was her fault, and didn't try to put the blame on me, I have to give her credit for that. Instead, she asked if what I was doing was only about the sex, or was there more going on. In other words, was I in love with this girl, and planning on divorcing her? I told her the truth, that while I liked the girl, our relationship was purely sexual. That relieved her enough for her to ask the next question, if she started taking care of my sexual needs, would I stop seeing this girl? I know what she was hoping to hear, but I had to be honest again and tell her no. I didn't wait for her protest or for her to ask why, I just continued before she could say anything. I told her there were a number of reasons and that she already knew what they were. Still, to make sure she understood me; I was going to tell her again.

The biggest reason was that I didn't trust her to keep taking care of my needs once she'd gotten what she wanted. Sure, she could keep it up for a month, maybe even two if she tried hard enough. But as soon as I stopped seeing the girl, she'd stop taking care of me. She'd done it before, to get something from me, like to get me to make her pregnant with our daughter. So, I knew she'd do the same thing again, just do it long enough to get what she wanted, then quit as soon as she got it. The second reason was as big, maybe even bigger if you really thought about it, since it was what caused our problem in the first place. That was the fact that she only made love for a reason. Maybe it was to keep me from divorcing her, or to keep me from cheating on her. Maybe it was to get me to do something, or to get me to stop doing something. Maybe it was to get me to let her buy something expensive that she wanted. And, maybe it was a reward for doing something really nice, or as a way of apologizing when she did something wrong. The one thing it never was, was that she wanted to make love just because she wanted to make love. She obviously didn't enjoy it enough to do it just for fun, and as long as that remained the case, I'd keep seeing someone who did enjoy sex.

Of course she tried to argue that what I said about her not enjoying sex wasn't true. Then I brought up all my original arguments that proved her argument false. And, while she didn't admit that I was right, she had to admit that the things she did definitely made it seem that way. I also told her the same thing I'd been telling her for the last 8 years. That was that she either had to figure out why she didn't like sex, or find some kind of sex she did like. And, she needed to figure it out in detail, not just as a fantasy type thing. For example, if she liked it rough liked she'd told me a couple of times; she had to also tell me what the limits were. None of this shit where she tells me she wants me to rape her and not listen to her telling me no, then gets mad at me for a week when I keep going after she says no. And, she had to be honest about what she wanted, both with me and with herself. If she tried to fake liking something, I would definitely know, so she shouldn't even bother trying.

That more or less ended our conversation that night, because my wife has never really liked talking about our sex problem. And since she didn't know about Senem, she didn't try to talk to me about it again until Friday morning. That was to beg me not to go see this girl after exercise, because I was killing her by doing it. My answer was to ask how many times I'd told her she was killing me with her lies and broken promises. Had she done anything at all to stop my pain over the past 8 years? No, she just kept doing what she was doing that was hurting me. So, she had absolutely no right to ask me to stop now, especially since she still hadn't done anything to try and fix things. And before she protested, I told her that begging me to stop, or promising to fix things if I did stop, didn't count. That just made it worse because it was more of the same empty words that got her where she was. She actually needed to do something, not just talk, and so far she'd done absolutely nothing.

I felt guilty about how I'd treated my wife for all of about 5 minutes after I got to the office. That is until I started thinking about how she'd used my guilt against me for the past 8 years. But, I didn't let those thoughts make me angry or bitter, because that would ruin the fun I hoped to have that night. Instead, I looked at the things she'd done as a weird way of her giving me permission to spend the night with Ugly. And, in a way, that's what it boiled down to. She had to know that any man would eventually cheat on his wife if she did the things she'd done. So, by her continuing to do them, she was telling me to go ahead and cheat on her. I counted the begging and trying to make me feel guilty as her just not admitting that she really wanted me to do this. It's amazing how people can use things to justify in their minds that what they are doing was right. And by the end of the day, I had myself convinced that not only would she be happy that I did this, but also that she probably wished she could be there to see it. And, her sad faced reactions were just her own guilt because her wanting me to fuck other women went against her society and her religion. So, I felt really good when I got to the gym, since in my mind, my spending the night with Ugly would make everyone happy.

That's not to say that I was sure Ugly and I would be spending the night together. I mean, while I was pretty sure she'd enjoyed herself the last time, I still couldn't quite grasp her wanting to be with me in the first place. Yes, my wife wanted to be with me when she was the same age, but I was 10 years younger then. And, she'd had a very big possibility of having a permanent relationship with me. Now, I was 10 years older, even if I was in better shape, and the most I could offer Ugly was sex without a real future. I know what my friend says, and even what my wife says, that I'm relatively handsome. So, maybe the reason I can't understand her attraction is another effect of my wife not wanting to have sex with me. Then again, I know she could have almost any man she wanted, and I'm not that handsome. Whatever it was, Ugly put my mind at ease with a smile and a huge wave when I walked in. And even better, she hustled us out of the gym and straight to her apartment as soon as she got off work. Best of all though, was her jumping in my arms and stuffing her tongue down my throat as soon as her apartment door was closed. Maybe I would be spending the night with her after all.

We finally moved to the bedroom when all the kissing and touching got us too hot to wait any longer. Once there, we went back to the kissing as we slowly undressed each other. Here's where I would normally push her back onto the bed, then start licking my way down to her pussy. But, she told me no, that she needed to go first, because she hadn't paid me back for the extra reward she'd asked me for the last time. When I told her she didn't have to pay me back, since I'd enjoyed giving it as much as she did getting it, she said she knew that. Still, she wanted to, and had been horny all week thinking about me cumming in her mouth again. She then proceeded to show me that she hadn't forgotten a single thing that I'd told her about how I liked to have my cock sucked. I was out of my mind with ecstasy by the time she brought me to the point of no return.

And unlike the first time, she didn't gag at all when I came, and swallowed every drop like a pro. When she moved up to kiss me, I asked if she'd been practicing to be able to let me cum in her mouth like that, because it had been awesome. She said she hadn't started seeing other guys yet, but she would real soon. Like she'd said though, she'd been thinking about it all week, and had wanted it to be perfect. So she'd done what everyone did nowadays, and Google'd how not to gag when your lover cums in your mouth. And she was happy that it worked and even happier that I'd enjoyed it so much.

I told her I'd loved it so much, that I was going to give her an extra long reward before I made love to her. She said she wouldn't complain about an extra long reward, but she wanted something else after that instead of normal lovemaking. She wanted me to get her ready for the one thing we hadn't done yet. She'd said she wanted me to teach her everything, and she'd watched enough videos over the last week to know what the word everything meant. So, she wanted my tongue and fingers in her asshole while I was giving her reward. And, when she was ready enough for it, she wanted my cock in there too. Opening her asshole up with my fingers, after I spent a good 10 minutes licking it, was pretty easy. She was not only dripping wet from what I was doing, she was also obviously eager for this to happen and was pushing back against my fingers to get them inside her quicker. However, the actual taking of her anal cherry was something she did herself. Another thing she'd read on the internet was that it was less painful the first time, if the guy lay on his back and the girl lowered herself onto his cock. It didn't take her long though, because as I said, she was obviously eager to do this.

It was only after it had been comfortably inside her for a few minutes, and she was sliding up and down easily, that she wanted to change positions. It must be that the only women I'm attracted to are the romantic type, rather than wild and crazy type. Because, just like Senem, Ugly opted for face to face slow ass fucking rather than animalistic hard and fast doggie style. Of course, since she'd already been facing me as she lowered herself onto my cock, all this required was for us to roll over so that I was now on top. After we kissed for a few minutes, she told me it felt better than she thought it would and that she liked having me inside her ass. Not as much as she liked the other things we did, especially the rewards, but she definitely liked it. And, since we'd done everything that a man and woman could do together, all that was left was for her to get lots of practice. So, she wanted to know if I was the jealous type and would get mad at her if she practiced with someone else too.

I kissed her, as I slowly fucked her ass, and told her I didn't have a jealous bone in my body, because I was too perverted to be the jealous type. Besides, not only was I married, I was also seeing someone else in addition to her. So, I had absolutely no right to get jealous if she made love to other people. She said it wasn't about rights, or about what I was doing, she wanted to know how I'd feel about it. I repeated again, that I wasn't the jealous type, and even if she wanted me to get jealous, I couldn't. She asked if that would change if the person she was with was someone I knew, and I told her no. Then she asked what if she was kind of in love with the person she was going to be with. I told her that it still wouldn't matter, because I didn't believe in sex without feelings in the first place. So, if she was going to make love to someone, I expected it to be because she felt something for them. Then I said that I thought I knew who she was talking about, since I'd felt there was something between them. And, it definitely wouldn't bother me if she got together with him, because I knew she could make him happy.

First she asked if it was that obvious, and I said it was to me at least. Then she said that the real reason she asked about me being jealous was not that it would stop her from going after him. She was going to get him, and keep him, whether I got jealous or not. But, she wanted us to keep making love too, even if she eventually married him. And, she was going to make sure he knew that too. He'd told her he wouldn't fuck her because she wasn't enough of a slut for him. Well, she'd show him what kind of slut she was, even if it took fucking me in front of him to prove it. As a matter of fact, the idea of doing that, or having us both fuck her at once, really turned her on. At this point, her conversation turned dirty, with her giving details of what she'd like to do to both of us. And it ended not much later in incoherent words as her orgasm hit her.

Later, when we were lying in each other's arms, I told her how difficult it was going to be to get him. She said that she'd already thought his saying she wasn't slut enough was because he was afraid of her. So, if that's how he wanted to play the game, she was going to play it that way. She would fuck his brains out, and show him that he'd never find a better girl than her. But, she would never pressure him, and if it took years for him to fall in love with her, no problem. She had plenty of time, and she'd enjoy being a slut for both of us until he was ready. True to her word, she did get him, although it took almost 5 years before they got married. And also true to her word, she and I still get together once a week, while he spends that night with someone else. As for whether she really needed teaching in the beginning or not, it doesn't matter, does it? Both my friend and I are more than happy with the way she makes love and that's all that counts, isn't it? As for my wife, well, that's who my friend fucks when I'm with his wife. As for how that happened, that's a totally different story.