Help Me Divorce

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After dinner, Berti quickly climbed into the bedroom. Because Cakra is constantly asking for children to be made, then this evening Berti prepared himself. He took a clean shower. Wearing a red-light night dress. Spray the perfume with a soft fragrance, then sit waiting for Cakra on the bed.

Tonight Berti hopes that after he surrenders himself, then his chakra will change. At least be a little attentive. Berti was also nervous because it was his first night. Afraid to make Cakra disappointed in his service later.

While in the workspace, Cakra paced because tonight had promised to do his duty as a husband. He was confused as to where to start because this was also his first time.

Never fuck a woman, kiss a woman's lips only Cakra never. He never dated because he was wasting his time. Indeed when college he was popular, but Cakra was not interested in dating at all.

"Just do it like a man" muttered Cakra, then walked out of the study.

His heart was racing as he climbed the stairs. Arriving in front of the room, Cakra grew nervous.

"What feeling, anyway, this? Just stay asleep what is difficult," said Cakra to himself.

Door opened. Cakra entered and found his wife who was ready to be touched. Suddenly he wanted to get out, but Berti's voice made him aware that they were going to make a child tonight.

"Where are you going?" ask Berti.

"No, I want the door lock" replied Cakra.

Berti nodded, then untied his hair. He shifted back to the middle and laid himself on the bed.

Cakra turned off the main lights of the room and made Berti quickly turn on the sleeping lights. His heart beat faster as Cakra began to walk closer.

"His sleep light was turned off as well" Cakra said.

"Why? I can't see you, dong," Berti said.

"I-I'm ashamed to be seen," replied Cakra honestly. "But the lights have to be turned off."

The sleeping lights are off. The pitch-black room they occupied. The problem means feeling stuffy with rooms that are without lighting at all.

"Life lamp. I couldn't breathe" Berti said. Not long he screamed. "What did you touch?"

"Silence, we are again for children" said Cakra.

"Make what child? You touched wrong. It's my knee why you pinch."

"I'm not pinching."

"Don't play with groping" Berti said by shaking off Cakra's hand. "You purposely made me out of breath, huh?"

"Are I going to kill you?"

"This is my face" cried Berti.

Cakra screamed as Berti bit his finger. It is only natural that Berti's face is covered by two Cakra hands.

The sleeping lights are turned on. Cakra sat away from his wife. "Why get angry, anyway?"

Berti inching to sit. "You're the incompetent. The lights are all turned off. You're touching it wrong."

"Wrong how? Your clothes aren't open yet."

"You're serious, dong," Berti said.

"I'm always serious" replied Cakra.

"You, uh, have you ever touched a woman, anyway? Touch me with a romantic, dong. Time just can't."

"We try again. Y-you take off your nightgown."

"Eye watch first. I'm ashamed to be seen" Berti said.

"I'll see later too. The splinter is opened," urged Cakra.

"Patience, dong. I must have opened it. You close your eyes first."

Cakra exhaled a rough breath, then closed his eyes. Berti came down from the side next to him, then undid the clothes he was wearing. Just hurry he got into the thick blanket before Cakra opened his eyes.

Slowly Cakra opened his eyes, and he saw Berti already inside the blanket. Seen from his eyes the wife's shoulders are plain, and Cakra suddenly felt the heat.

"You close your eyes too" said Cakra.

Berti turned back to her husband. The more visible back Berti under the dim light of the sleep lamp. Cakra grabs the air conditioning remote and raises its room temperature. He removed the clothes attached to the body and then entered the blanket.

Berti flipped to face Cakra as he felt his blanket slightly being pulled. She looked at her husband who had not done anything.

"Now what?" ask Berti.

Cakra turned to him, then approached. "Where did I start?"

Berti frowned. "Kok, just ask, anyway? It's up to you."

Cakra rubbed his face first. "You close your eyes first."

Dibi. Cakra rubbed his forehead which was suddenly sweating. He moved his lips. Slowly, a little more, it started to touch. It worked! The chakra can kiss Berti's forehead, then he quickly withdraws.

Berti still closed his eyes, and then Cakra again moved his lips to touch the reddish lips.

"Kok, long?" berti Tegur.

"Why open your eyes? Close your eyes again" said Cakra.

"No way," refused Berti.

Not caring about Berti, Cakra closed his wife's eyes, then landed a kiss on the lips. Berti opened his mouth, giving Cakra a chance to enter exploring with his sense of taste. However, Cakra did not do that. He even went straight down with his own that had stiffened earlier.

"Don't" said Berti.

The chakra widens Berti's legs, then tries to break through to enter. Wiggling because the chakras do not warm up first before doing so.

"It hurts!" shout Berti.

"Hold a little. It's coming in" said Cakra.

"I don't want to. It hurts" Berti said, hitting Cakra's arm.

Already wet, Cakra was not strong enough to resist his desires. He managed to get into Berti's body, then began to move his hips. Not the pleasure that Berti felt, but the pain on the inside of his feet.

"Slow down" said Berti.

The chakras do not respond to Berti's chirping. He kept moving his hips until he reached the top of the hot game. Cakra withdrew, re-protecting his body with a thick blanket.

"Still sick?" ask Cakra.

"Don't touch me anymore!" said Berti.

"What am I wrong again, anyway?"

"You hurt me!"

"I've done my job properly" said Cakra.

"Get out of my room" drive Berti.

"It's time to sleep in the basement again."

"Get out!" shout Berti.

Head scratching chakra. Inevitably he got out of bed and got dressed, then came out of the room. He did not understand what he wanted from Berti. Cakra felt he was right in doing the game movement earlier. He has done his duty as a husband, and where is his fault?

Get out of bed and walk into the bathroom. He did not feel happy at all after passing the first night with Cakra. There was only him feeling the torture done by Cakra.

There was no sign of love that Cakra had left in his body. There was no word of love that Cakra whispered in his ear. No amount of pleasure came from his lips when Cakra hit his body. Berti did not enjoy the beautiful night at all.

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