MARRYING DOWN THE BED?

42. Tequila Episode 2

Last Friday night, the doctor in charge of Rian's hospital treatment at the Hospital finally told us, when he came to control around 8 pm, the doctor in charge of Rian's hospital, that Rian is no longer in a state of worry and progress towards his recovery is progressing better.

Entering the 3rd day on Saturday morning, we were all able to breathe a sigh of relief, especially for oma. Oma was the one who told me because she happened to be guarding Rian in the hospital, replacing me and Evita who also took turns to keep the day before.

Moreover to me of course, the burden of the thought of Rian's pain was itself lifted off my shoulders.

Oma did not mind continuing to guard even until Rian was time to be allowed to go home later. While Evita and I are going back to work Monday morning after tomorrow, so the possibility will still be oma and opa Rudi who take care of Rian's pain recovery, once they are back in their home.

After Evita and I spent almost 2 weeks relaxing at home filling our honeymoon vacation.it's time to return to our usual routine, struggling with work.

But before...Evita secretly orders this Tequila and Red Wine online!

It's shocking, but I can't do anything about it. What Evita wants is a word for me. So this Saturday morning at 9am, I was totally at a loss for words and common sense when my wife was pulled to the dinner table, introduced to the 4 bottles of liquor order. He smiled at me, smiling at them even more. I can only shake my head.

"What does this Red Wine taste like, bang Hari, brother has already drunk it? Is there a sensation too? Better than Tequila?" The tone and expression of asking Evita was actually quite ludicrous to me. It's very serious that a scientific researcher is taking the discussion of his science colleagues.

Fearing that laughing at me would offend him, I took it just as seriously,

"Earlier. And I guess I can only tell you, the taste of Red Wine is indeed different, he explained with Tequila. Like you drink Coca Cola, compared to Sprite, compared to Fanta, compared to Pepsi..koq laughs?"

It's so serious that I kneel, Evita just laughed.

"What the hell is such a confusing parable? That's all Soft Drink, bang. Why don't you just say it's like drinking A*C syrup instead of drinking avocado juice, compared to drinking fruit soup, compared to drinking coffee...it was discovered that all the latter had a clear difference."

"Yes, that's how it is, baby. Right as you say it. There's a clear difference, but it's a thin difference."

"okay lah. Understand."

"You can just try it."

"No. Anytime. I'm afraid I'll become addicted to alcohol if I know another kind of liquor."

"OKAY. I agree."

"So?"

"You sure?"

"Very."

"OKAY. It'll be night."

"Because. A little shit later?"

"Silly-chuck?"

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At 1 o'clock, I prepared all the preparations...

First cut off all access that can be connected to both of us including closing curtains, tightly locking doors and windows, and disabling existing phones.

Next turn on the AC, then turn the dark living room into a little brighter by the light from the 75 inch LED television that is turned on. Just a faint volume of sound, showing a cable tv world fauna of his screen.

Still felt not enough support then the dining room lights were turned on, to give a little bright light to the living room where Evita and I would be. On the long sofa, facing bottles full of Tequila and Red Wine and various other appendages on the sofa table accompany them.

Perfect.

I blinked one eye at Evita while nodding to her seat on the long sofa, just beside her smiling seat greeted me, not minding to accept the naughty touch of my quick kiss on the surface of her lips.

Because inhaled the fragrant aroma of mint freshener on his breath as well as carried away the atmosphere that has been so romantic, as a result I can not resist the desire to smell it all.

We kissed too. Long and long. With a variety of affection mel*mat, fencing, caressing and twisting both tongues.voicing des*han for des*han somehow from who it comes, between hugs and fondling...before Evita gasps to finish our fun first. Touched and pushed softly on my chest,

"Come on, bang.just now."

I was just as breathless, smiling grimly suppressing the turmoil and thump, nodding my head 1x, he said,

"okay."

The overall effect of all of these activities is definitely imprinted. Not really starting it, this desire and passion has been tempestuous to the surface...

Evita and I don't want to waste any more time. Simultaneously improve the location of the sit to be more facing each other, we steadily downed 1/2 glass of Tequila each.

This time not using sloki but Red Wine Glass or Red Wine glasses that have a characteristic smaller diameter on the lip of the glass than the bowl.

And still like the day before I had secretly been feeding myself with all my secret 'doping'an, though, I could only drink less milk than yesterday.

Fill the first glass of the toilet. Looking at each other and throwing meaningful smiles, agreeing without making a sound we continued the kissing session terpending earlier, while leaning back the recline of the sofa...

It is beautiful and comforting to feel affectionate with someone we love, especially if the atmosphere is perfectly supportive like my home today...

Looking for a new sensation, we deliberately do this during the day like this. At the request of my wife who is very adventurous, even to make love, she wants a new version that is more challenging and Adventurous: 'willing to take risks or to try out new methods, ideas, ideas, or experiences.' Or, 'willing to take risks or try new methods, ideas, or experiences'.

"Tr second glass, honey?" I asked Evita, after filling the break from the first glass with a few minutes of fun.

"okay." Agguk Evita smiled sweetly, for some reason he then looked down to fix the buttoning of the lower blouse shirt where I had sucked the palm there.

Unable to resist the grin of seeing what he was doing, I pretended to turn my eyes to Tequila who I poured into the glass.

It seemed like the clothes she was wearing would always be a problem for Evita as she started to get drunk.

1/2 glass of Red Wine filled with our second Tequila liquid, based on no less fast.

I guess, the tequila effect on my wife's face will definitely appear in the second glass. Because of the sharp effect of the new Tequila he really felt after skipping the first glass.

A missed guess.

At the end of Evita's second drink sip, neither did the nyinyir but enchanting expression appear. He ended in a mediocre expression, throwing a smile at me mediocrely.

Not much different from our first night, our first experience to be exact, Evita appeared tough to the 2nd glass. Not seen affected.

Just 3 minutes from the 2nd glass earlier, yes I better challenge him. I can't wait to taste the pleasure of our new episode. My desire has risen even more from the surface, now almost overflowing.

"Just continue? Or do you want to do something to fill the 3rd glass break? Like we're karaoke, or do you want to watch a blue movie?"

Hearing my words, Evita divorced a spoiled laugh. Very well know this wife hates blue movies, allergies keep things hot in her HP Folder, and she claimed never m****b. I don't like singing, I'm just teasing her.

"Just go ahead." Her mouth, put on a wry smile.

Oops. Greats.