I Was Pitted When Pregnant With My Third Child
Chapters 10. Arsyans
POVS. Arsyans
I am Arsya, father of two sons Akbar and Attar. Two good-looking heroes, just like me, I'm not into GR an but that's what people say. My wife's color, again eight months old pregnant. Actually the third pregnancy is not planned alias conceded. Warni does not wear KB after the birth of her second child but she is her natural KB only.
The beginning all went smoothly as expected but over time, I felt bored with this natural KB, certainly not good because it had to be outside. Until one night, I tried to play in, uh it turned out to be, really unexpected. But it's okay, hopefully this third one is female.
Early in pregnancy, disaster came to our family, my mother-in-law died, the biological mother of the wife, we went home directly that day by car from the office. Everything went well, but because my work came home faster to the city, colorful first stay in the village a few days.
Because my wife and children are not home, I often go home at night, often gather with friends, sometimes find entertainment, usual to kar**ke , quite entertaining. Going to entertainment is often I do, what else, but just looking for entertainment alone is nothing more.
Until the 40 days of my mother-in-law, the wife asked permission to go home again, to do prayer of course so with the customs and customs in the village. I allow, but I can not deliver to the village because the work piles up, thankfully the wife's family has a family car so can pick up the wife, who usually pick up the youngest brother Roy my wife.
Two weeks in the house of my wife and son, I felt lonely, so every night I went to the place of night entertainment. Until one night, I met a girl named Beautiful, beautiful but actually more beautiful my wife, good enough to chat ,bikin laugh.
Sometimes chatting together is beautiful, there is something different in the heart, like the sense of puberty coming again, almost similar to when met with color. The initial meeting with the warnala was on campus, we happened to be one campus. Colors include campus flowers, because his skin is clean white, the portion of his body that fits, and on his face never grow acne until now.
Two weeks have passed, the colors have returned to the city with my two sons, of course I am very happy, But sometimes I feel there is nothing finished with Indah, my heart still wants to meet him. Finally almost every night I go to the nightlife, because it is beautiful to work there.
Entering the age of the womb to three months, posture, skin color is not the same as pregnant before. Color looks not pretty, she's dull, and fairly slovenly. Colorful skin often itches itching and scabies, I did not know that it was a baby that I certainly did not feel good to see. Although it has been consulted to the midwife, dr. gyneco dr skin, the results are nil skin color still scabies because it is congenital baby.
Because of such color conditions, it makes me feel at home for a long time chatting beautifully. I feel happy and comfortable even though sometimes come to feel guilty about the color of the wife who is pregnant with the third child.
Over time my relationship beautifully continued, and more intimate, until how many weeks later I thought the age of color content entered the age of five months, I and beautifully established a forbidden relationship, and, at first I was just playing it was hard to forget.
I have often been to beautiful rented, because it is beautiful, wander also to this city. At first our relationship was like his usual courtship, but over time, there was an intimate relationship aka husband and wife relationship, maybe because they met often. At first I felt so guilty and guilty to the color, I had already tarnished our marriage, I betrayed the color, but doing it together beautifully made me opiate. As for the same color, with his state as now, other than I do not want to disturb him at rest, I also lack the appetite to see his body as it is today.
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