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Hi friends, I'm from a dark galatasaray and I can't rest without watching all the matches of my team. Whatever the subject is, I must not miss the match and watch it. Even if I have a job on the night of the match, as a person who postpones it and concentrates on the match, in the last match of my team, I made a move that did not suit me. I usually like to watch the games in a crowded environment, but that night, there was a few minutes left before the game started and I didn't have time to go to a coffee or cafe as I had just come from work. Those who know when you're at the last minute know that there is no room even in coffee shops, so I went out to my top floor neighbor, who has a digitürk in our apartment, to watch the match. Before I left, I called and asked if they were available. My upstairs neighbor's wife answered the phone and we greet each other wherever we see her, whether it's at the entrance of the apartment, in front of it or in the market, and we chat for a minute or two on foot. Generally, the conversation topics are apartment problems, so I can't say that we are very sincere.<div> When I asked if I could come to you for the match on the phone, of course, you are ashamed to come, even your asking was a mistake, and they accepted me into their house. Normally, I wanted to get permission from her husband, but when she gave me such a heartfelt response, I didn't feel the need to tell her husband and hurriedly went upstairs and knocked on their apartment's door. It was around eight o'clock and it was still too early to go to bed, but the woman opened the door in a satin nightgown, the nightgown she was wearing was slightly above the knee, and I couldn't help but think that she was on business with her husband. When she saw me, she invited me directly inside and I sat down next to her husband. It had been about two minutes since the match started, and we kept the conversation short in order not to miss the match, and left it at the level of how's it going bro. While we were watching the match, the neighbor's wife was always bringing something from the kitchen, sometimes coke, sometimes chips, sometimes seeds, the woman could not sit down, because of the nightgown she was wearing, I often lost my concentration and could not look at the match.</div><div> The last time he came, he went inside to get the empty glasses of Coke he had just brought. Believe me, there was a purchase of the glass from the coffee table in front of me, and I had neither the head nor the desire to watch the match anymore, from that moment on, my attention shifted more towards the woman. Over the nightgown, the protrusions of her ass, smooth legs and, if not much, cleavage had taken me away from me. For the first time in my life, I focused on the woman by saying fuck it or something, and I was looking at women more than television. As if she understood that I was looking at her, she was giving me a free kick by constantly moving from her place a little across from me. I don't know if the free kick they gave was conscious or u*********s, but the thought in my mind at that moment was that this woman wanted to give it to me. As the minutes progressed, I could no longer focus on the match and concentrated entirely on the woman. I was constantly watching him and stroking my dick by placing my hand on my dick. The woman completely understood my interest in him now, she would look me in the eyes while stroking my dick, and then she would look at my dick, looking at my dick and biting her lips slightly.</div><div>
</div><div> It was about ten minutes before the end of the first half of the match and looking at the woman gave me so much pleasure that I thought I should somehow stay alone with the woman and make my intentions known. For this situation, I waited for the end of the first half and the start of the second half. At the end of the first half, we broke off our ties with the television and started chatting, after some vague conversations, the man left the hall saying I'm going to the toilet five minutes before the start of the match, and left me alone with his wife. As soon as the man came out, I started to fall in love with the woman, you look very sexy in your nightgown. The woman responded with a smile and thanks to what I said. Before her husband arrived, she asked me to stand up and look down at her hips to pick up the remote that was in front of the television.</div><div> While I was watching her hips, the room was checking whether I was looking at her or not, when she saw that I was looking at her, she took the remote and came back to its place, turned up the volume of the TV a little more and said to me, I can't get enough of watching me, too, and laughed. I understood that the woman was the way and I knew that I had to respond to every word she said, I said yes, it would be more enjoyable to watch you, I would like to watch you more closely, but your husband may misunderstand, I said I would like to watch you as much as possible as soon as possible. After the man came from the toilet, the match started again in a minute or two and we started to watch the second half. The match was just like the first half for me because I couldn't see the ball or the football players, I was watching the woman and trying to give a message that I wanted her by stroking my dick when she looked at me from time to time. About ten minutes after the second half of the match started, the woman got up and went out of the hall, calling me from the other side of the hall door, making several eyes so that her husband could not see it.</div><div> Whatever I said, while I was thinking to leave the hall and go to his wife, I thought of using the toilet as an excuse and I said to the man, if you have permission, I will go to a toilet and I stood up, the man of course, my brother, you know where the toilet is, he said the apartments are the same and he immediately left the hall I went out and went to the woman. The man was already so attached to the match that his eyes could not see anything, as soon as we went out to the woman, we put my hands on her waist and started talking. The woman was always acting like a prostitute, she said, smiling, what do you understand from this game, I'm here, you're not looking at me, you're looking at the game. Believe in the woman too, normally nothing is in my eyes while watching the match, but I said I couldn't stop looking at you and I approached and started to smell the woman, the perfume on her made you angry one by one, the nightgown on it was different. I brought my hands down from her waist to her hips, and with my hands on her hips I spoke a little more and said I want to be with you tonight.</div><div> My husband said that's not possible while he was inside and immediately made plans to fuck on the spot. According to his plan, I was going to leave the game halfway and go home, but instead of going home, I would go to the bathroom and wait for the woman and then fuck his wife while her husband was watching the match. This plan was on my mind too, I went straight to the hall before the match progressed any further, I said, I have upset your stomach, you follow the match, don't be disturbed, I'm going home. Okay, my brother said good night and said goodbye to me from where he was sitting, I left the living room and headed straight for the outer door, after opening and closing the outer door, I immediately went to the bathroom. The woman locked me in the bathroom and went back to the living room and told her husband that she was going to take a shower, her husband was already so immersed in the match that if I fucked his wife next to him, maybe he wouldn't even understand, he was so attached to the match. Her husband said okay, you should take a shower and sent his wife to me. From the moment the woman came to me, we started kissing directly, I stood on the bathroom door and started sucking her lips and stroking her cunt with my free hands.</div><div> When I took my hand from under her nightgown, her full hips were already in my hands, I could easily grasp her ass because of the panty thong inside. had downloaded. She soon grabbed my dick by attacking my dick and pulling my sweatpants down. While her husband was watching the match inside, his wife started to give me a blowjob while she was down on her knees. I let myself go to him for a few minutes and watched him blow off, told him to let his head go after a few minutes, and with my hands tightly gripping his head, I got the blowjob. Clinging tight, it went up and down her throat, and I watched with great pleasure the tears in her eyes. When I put my dick up to his throat, his face was red and the tears were rising from his eyes. I can't even get my wife to pull such a hard blowjob, but my upstairs neighbor's wife was literally a blowjob queen.</div><div> I'm not sure if it took about ten minutes or not, but at the end of the blowjob, I grabbed the woman by the hair and stood up, leaning her face down on the bathroom door this time and dipping my dick in her wet cunt. I never thought that she should just fuck off and enjoy it, anyway, the fear of getting caught by her husband caused me panic from time to time and reduced my desire, despite all this, I fucked the woman standing in the bathroom for about fifteen minutes. When we came to the end of the fuck, I was telling her to be quiet with my hands on her mouth as her moans increased to reach the hall. No matter what I said, the woman continued to moan without paying much attention, so once in a while with all my strength I wouldn't even let her breathe by closing her mouth. Think about it, if her husband caught me there at that moment, do you think she would leave me without killing, so I did everything I could to eliminate all the risks. After standing up, I lifted it and sat it on the sink in the bathroom for a while.</div><div> On the sink stone, I hurriedly got into her pussy again by separating her legs with my hands, it was extremely wet from getting fucked, it would be almost twenty minutes just because of these comfortable entrances and exits, but I couldn't ejaculate, there was a little time left before the match was over and I didn't want to fuck his wife and leave that house before the match was over. it was necessary. When the time was short, I took my dick out of her pussy and wiped it and inserted it again, after doing this process a few times after drying the woman's soaked pussy a little bit, my dick started to get more aroused as the difficulty in getting inside the pussy increased a little more. If I remember correctly, about five minutes before the end of the match, I came out of the married woman sitting on the sink and squirted into her cunt. While I was ejaculating, I both experienced a relief from the pleasure I received, and I was relieved that I would leave the house without being caught. After ejaculating with great intensity for about three to five seconds, I quietly walked out of the bathroom and left the house, without waiting to clean my dick.</div><div> Believe me, when I went to bed that night, when I went into our bedroom to sleep with my wife, I always thought of my upstairs neighbor, and from time to time I had the feeling that her husband knew about this fuck. Imagine that there is a guest coming to your house and look at the outfit he puts on his wife. Why would a man who doesn't want his wife to be fucked expose his wife like an advertisement to his neighbor? In one way or another, I fucked his wife in the bathroom while the man was watching the match, and because of the pleasure I got while I was fucking, I've been living with an endless desire to fuck with that woman all the time.</div>