Married Man Bankrupt And Arogan

17. Gratitude Brings Happy

"Yes yes, we rest first yes, I cape really"

Brother, Anggara is lying next to me.  His breath sounded irregular.  He looked at me with guilt. 

"Why is it so hard to feel, if the hymen is too thick.  Or I am incapable.  I'm sorry, baby"

I felt like I could see him looking grim.   Immediately I got up and took a glass of water that I always provided on the table in my room.  I gave it to Anggara's brother and then he gulped it down to the toilet.

"It seems like my energy has started to recover let's start again.  You have an idea for easy entry" asked my husband.

I was just silent but my hands continued to hug, touch and caress all her sensitive areas, I also guided her hands to do the same, we joined each other's lips.  I continued to provoke her desire to get excited again by kissing and fondling her whole body, then asking her to do the same. 

"If this feels good, dear, this is us again doing the hell, why are you asking me to do this," asked Anggara with a heavy voice that sounded sexy. 

"This is what's called warming sister, what brother never watch adult movies"

Kak Enggara shook his head while continuing to warm up until his desire to have a husband and wife relationship peaked.

My inner laugh turned out that my husband never once watched an adult movie.   His busyness managing the company while in school and then college made his focus only on work and lessons. So that he does not have time to relax just enjoy life, most if there is a little time he took to watch a cartoon movie he said.

"We start again well, I can't stand this, it's hard, hopefully this time it works," said Anggara with a hoarse voice. 

He immediately started the second stage struggle.   After a few resets, finally with all his might he pushed his own up to dart inside. 

I was suffocating and covered my mouth which was about to scream.   It felt like there was an organ of my body down there that felt torn, painful and painful. 

"Sakiiit kak, it hurts so much, don't move first.I'm not saying don't move," I said in a panic because the pain and pain spread throughout the body. 

"Please dear, this is I've been silent not moving, I've read a book, if doing the first time is very painful, he said, but later it feels good,  the proof is that many people in marriage even want to gather kebo to do something like this" said my husband. 

My body feels relaxed, Anggara's brother began to move up and down.  The longer the more excited.  His entire body was shiny as his sweat soaked his body and face.  The pain gradually began to disappear.  Until a while Anggara continued to move. 

He asked me to move as well by shaking my hips, but I didn't seem to be able to.   After a while, Anggara also reached the climax and finished his game.   He lay down beside me, calling me. Our sweat melted together.   

"Thank you, dear, it feels so good, I love it we repeat again, yes, it feels so good"

Anggara felt very happy, he kept hugging me, seeing that he was so happy, the pain in my internal organs began to disappear.   I feel proud to see my husband happy and satisfied. 

"So good, my feeling is normal" I replied  

It feels like the loss of the girls who gave up their virginity before marriage, it just feels like this is not worth their sacrifice. 

Indeed Anggara is not good at being sweet and seducing his wife, but his clear vision and mission and his great love for me make me grateful to have him. 

"Why are you silent, what the hell is thought, do not have much thought, now you have not felt the pleasure may be new first, later you must enjoy kok"

I nodded, my husband's words may be right.   But according to my friends who had sex with her boyfriend before marriage.  They say it feels great and makes them want to do it again and again until addiction.

Maybe it was because of the devil's intervention.  Said the religious teacher at my school while I was in High School.   Everything that is haram does feel more delicious, because the devil always wants to influence the path of the human mind.  While the halal terrace is ordinary and tends to be boring because the devil does not dare to approach and interfere in it. 

That is why people say the grass of the neighbors looks greener than the grass in the yard of the house itself. It causes people to become interested in cheating.

So that all that does not happen we should submit our views and only look at our property that is halal for us.  So we feel our own is the most beautiful because it never compares with the property of others.

"Elen, what are you thinking?"

I looked at my husband's handsome face and told him what I was thinking.  He laughed and said what I thought was not entirely true.  

"I've always loved you when I've always tried to look at other women who might say she's prettier than you.  In fact, I often try to hate you so that the love I feel can be lost. But my love for you never changed.  Even when you were Andrea's boyfriend," my husband explained.

Anggara's words are right, maybe all of that again depends on the character of each person, Some are easily tempted and not firm and there are also people who are not easily tempted and strong stance. 

Silence.The voice of Anggara's brother is no longer heard, I turned my face towards him.   It turns out that guy was asleep.  Apparently this activity was so draining.  I secretly observe the face of his handsome, biological relationship that I first did it does not feel wise people's stories.  But I can make my heart happy because I feel like I can make my husband happy.  I immediately closed my eyes while hugging her. 

When my eyes opened, I saw my husband was dressed.  What will be done in this blind morning, even the dawn of the mosque has not been heard.

"Sister is awake, I am not woken up" I said as I tidied my messy hair.  

My husband saw the clock on his wrist.  

"Elen I want to go to the same father, your sleep is too sound, I am not until the heart banginkan you.  Let's take a mandatory bath there, still remind you to do what last night, soon after dawn.   Maybe my father and I prayed dawn in a mosque close to the market.   I left Dad was waiting for me.  Here if you want to kiss hands," said Anggara extended his hand.

After my husband came out of the room I immediately took a shower and prayed dawn. Then head to the kitchen to help mom.  

When my mother asked me what my father and husband were doing at dawn, I realized I had forgotten to ask that. 

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