LOVE WINARSIH

141. After Harvest Event

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"Mas I want what was like yesterday," Winarsih said at 4am to Dean who was still sleepy.

"What about Honey?" dean asked gently stroking Winarsih's arm that was resting on her chest.

"Yet yesterday, time did not suck." Winarsih was a little pouting.

"Geez, but my spirit has not gathered all. You just tell me what to do," said Dean patiently.

"Oh yeah, you're out there." Dean got up from his sleep and pulled off the loose boxer he had been using.

"Pass decets to me first," pinta Winarsih pulled the edge of her husband's t-shirt. Dean looked at his wife a little. He did want Winarsih to be more active in bed, but this too significant change also confused him greatly.

Winarsih pulled Dean's shirt until the man got closer to her.

"Oh Win," Dean stroked his wife's stomach.

"I'm not Mas yet" Winarsih said.

"I'm the one who knows you. Let you spit. I haven't started a real battle yet, I've been everywhere first." The narrow eyes that had been sleepy were now wide open when pulling off his wife's clothes.

Winarsih closed her eyes enjoying her husband's kiss and finger massage at the same time. It did not take long for his body to convulsively be attacked by the peak wave of pleasure.

"Udah?" ask Dean.

"Open it all up, don't block my view." Dean pulled his wife's negligee up. Winarsih immediately unbuttoned and passed the negligee through the head.

"But I don't mean something like this, Mas,"

"So that's how Darling Win feels, it feels the same." Dean looked at his wife and sighed.

"What I like is that" whispered quietly.

"Whatwhat... Oho! That way. The obvious speaking. You have been mengedumel that I don't understand. Here-" Dean pulls his wife's hand.

A little while.

"Udah Win?," said Dean who started to move quickly.

"Not yet, any minute."

Dean grimaces. There's no way this morning he's taken the ration twice. Yesterday afternoon he had half his energy in the kiss of the Wife. This morning was not as usual, Winarsih demanded again.

Winarsih should be tired because of her busy activities almost all day at her mother's harvest. But the woman was lying down with a fresh face and a seductive expression asking to be satisfied.

Dean felt he had to buy time by giving back a massage to his wife. Winarsih again reached her maximum point with a loud groan. Dean glanced at Dirja's box worried that the baby would wake up to her mother's noisy voice.

"Udah?" ask Dean again. For almost an hour and his wife's face was already flushed with my eyes staring at him.

Dean tidied up some of the hair covering his wife's cheeks. He immediately lowered his head and kissed the cheek of the woman who wanted to return to feeling the peak of pleasure the third time.

"Why is this you?" whispered Dean who rested with both hands on a pillow and began to unite their bodies.

"I love.." whispered Winarsih.

"I'm also in love, but you're not this aggressive. Am I getting better? Hmm??" dean asked in his wife's ear.

"Yes..." Winarsih gripped Dean's arm near his head. "Yes..."

"Oh Win... Hmmm-" Erang Dean.

Dean threw his body next to Winarsih who was still lying on his pillow.

"Mas Dean is good," Winarsih suddenly said.

"Huh?" Dean turned his body to look at Winarsih's smiling face.

"I think I'm more appetizing Mas," said Winarsih again.

"Taste?" Dean was still staring at Winarsih's adorable smiling face.

"Yes, his father Dirja getting sexier. Maybe this is the feeling of women every squirm Mas soaked lips."

"What the hell are you" replied Dean pinching his wife's cheek.

A week in Jambi feels so short. Although Dean feels very pleasant when spending time chatting under a tree or in the middle of a rice field hut while enjoying young coconut water, but there are unpleasant events that he experienced.

Just the day before they returned to Jakarta, the Bu Sutri boy named Sari came to Bu Sumi's house to deliver a small pot of white red porridge. Since Bu Sumi and Winarsih were at the back of the house, Dean who heard the call from the front door came to meet their guests.

"This is porridge for Bu Sumi and Yanto" said Sari.

"Oh yes, I'll tell you later. Thanks though. Who is this from?" dean asked, who did not know who his guest was.

"From Sari, Bu Surti's son. Is this Winar's husband?" sari asked smiling.

"Yes, I'm Dean. Her husband Winarsih." Dean smiled with a pot of porridge in his hand.

"Who is Mas?" tanya Winarsih who came from behind towards the door of the living room.

"It's you cutting the porridge," replied Dean lifting the pot.

Winarsih came cradling her husband's arm and stopped for a moment to inhale Dean's arm that afternoon wearing a fit-modeled t-shirt on the body. The arm muscles are clearly visible with a piece of the shirt that only closes slightly at the base.

"Mas fragrant.." said Winarsih suddenly in front of Sari. Sari looked at Winarsih's face slightly smiling.

"Hmm?" Dean looked at the astonished face of his wife who increasingly looked more like a high school teenager who was in love with his lover.

"Are you acquainted with my husband Sar?" ask Winarsih.

"Already," said Sari slightly turning her gaze towards Dean.

"Yes, he said he wanted it." said Winarsih.

"You what? Meanin?" dean asked a little confused.

"You want it..." Winarsih hugged Dean's waist and rubbed the man's stomach.

"Eh yes... Yes Sari, I went back first. Thanks for the porridge." Dean immediately rushed to the back. He saw the meaning of Winarsih's gaze was not as usual. His wife was trying to warn him and the woman named Sari.

After putting a pot of porridge on the dining table, Dean went up to the second floor to the room and laid himself down.

"That's weird... I am a teenager again. His son wants two." Dean muttered to himself and picked up the tablet located on the nightstand.

"Why talk to Sari for so long?" tanya Winarsih who just entered the room.

Dean was a little surprised and put the tablet on the bed.

"Where's turf?" ask Dean.

"Just like his mother, carried to sleep. I am full of nyusu." Winarsih opens the closet and lowers the arrangement of clothes that have been neat in it.

"No old talk. He is the new Dateng. I don't know either" replied Dean. He began to look back at his wife's strange behavior.

"What diary?" dean asked who saw Winarsih still flipping through every piece of clothing.

"My nightgown,"

"That's a negligee. It can be made to sleep." Dean pointed at some of the negligee sheets Winarsih had missed.

"Not that one."

"What kind of bed?"

"This is it.." replied Winarsih raised a thin lingerie made of purple tile.

"Mom Win... Want to use that?" asked Dean curiously. He was a little enthusiastic because usually Winarsih often looks amused if holding a very sexy underwear.

"Later malem I want to use this, so that Mas can not be dear to other women," Winarsih said innocently.

"You used to make me a boiled noodle with a negligee in the kitchen so I can't sleep Win.." said Dean.

"Take care..."

"Now even Bu Winar like it doesn't matter. You are sexy. I never thought of another woman. Just think of you I'm overwhelmed right now" replied Dean.

"But I want this make a little malem." Winarsih lifted two pieces of lingerie in the form of a thin V-shaped subordinate and a tile top that was as long as the groin without a bra.

"Yes-yes. Pake aja's. I'd like to see it too." Dean smiled amusedly looking at Winarsih's childish face that put the lingerie on and pecked it in front of the glass.

The To Be Continued.....