My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

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Groans, sighs filled the room that became a witness, the romance of the couple who were undergoing the first night. The beat of pleasure continues to rain, racing faster and faster chasing the peak of pleasure that leads to drifting into nirvana.

“Ahhhh,” long groans rang out from the two as Tirta jerked deeply, filling Arini's womb with love.

Tirta's body drifted over Arini with sweat pouring in and gasping breaths of both. Tirta increasingly grabbed Arini's body. He put his face in Arini's ear.

“Thank you for this precious night,” whispered Tirta in Arini's ear. After that, back kiss the entire bottom of his wife with love. Arini was silent. Her heart thumping continues to craze making Arini limp as she receives every touch from her idol husband who from continuing to fondle her gently.

Tirta withdrew from their union. He lay down next to Arini.

Arini is just stunned, unraveling what has happened between her and her idol. Arini flinched as the artist carried her body, went into Tirta's arms, felt the chest warmth of her field.The young man made his arms as a pillow then pulled the blanket over their innocent body. Arini hid her embarrassed blushing face in her husband's arms. Feeling the sound of a loud beating of Tirta's heart rhythm that was the same as his.

Tirta peaked Arini's head many times, indeed he was very happy after doing the first night with Arini. Moreover, he is the man who managed to take the sanctity of Arini. So many questions in his heart? why is Arini still unspoiled when she married her brother?

“Say,” says Tirta breaks the silence between them.

Arini who was smothered in an embrace looked up at her husband.

“What is my brother impotent?” tirta asked, that was all he could conclude when a man could refrain from touching a beautiful, innocent girl like Arini.

Arini shook her head in Tirta's arms. “No.”

“Then why didn't he touch you?” he asked with a curious face.

“Are you lying to me? You said every night Andra would carry you to bed, kiss you and ...” Tirta's voice restrained considering Arini's words about all the treatment that made her love Andra. The expression that at that time also made her heart become hot.so even now, so, imagining Andra kissing Arini returns jealousy.

“Mas Andra does do that every night. But, he can't do more on me?” obviously Arini.

“Indeed why?” Tirta was getting curious to hear Arini's story.

Arini was silent for a moment remembering the day with Andra how she could not yet be the perfect wife for Andra. “On our wedding day, I was strulating and we didn't do the first night. He waited patiently, showing his affection, his concern as a husband. He was very kind and considerate. We've only been husband and wife's happiness for a few days. That time he went out of town for a few days, to take care of business." Arini spent a moment reminiscing about the sad day of her life.

"That morning he still called to tell me but a few hours later, Dad got word he had an accident. Somehow the fate of whether he is alive or dead. Until we disappear we have not done so, he does not return ....” said Arini with a sad vibrating voice considering the story of Andra's departure that disappeared without news.

Tirta let out a heavy sigh, gently rubbing the top of Arini's head. Either he should be happy or sad. On the one hand he is happy to be the first man for Arini, on the other hand he is saddened by the fate of their marriage. This girl in his arms was truly suffering. He felt sad with the long suffering that Arini suffered. How this woman waited for a husband without certainty for two years but remained patient in love.

Tirta unraveled her embrace, lying on her side staring at Arini's face that was letting out a round of tears. Tirta cupped Arini's face wiping away the evidence of grief. Their eyes meet.  

Time has shown at three o'clock in the morning but Arini who coiled in the arms of Tirta has not been able to close his eyes. He could not sleep well, his heart kept pounding as if not believing let alone from earlier Tirta always kissed the top of his head many times. Fans like himself lying in the arms of his idol really he wanted to scream the artist's tacky soul back thrashing.

“You haven't slept?” reprimand Tirta when he felt Arini continued to move in his arms and he could not sleep because of the precious night they passed let alone he was the first man for Arini until now he was still amazed about god's beautiful destiny.

“Not brother?” saith.

“Why? What are you thinking?”

“I can't sleep on the hug of an idol artist like sister?” the Arini's wrath returned the tawdry soul of his artist fluttering.

Tirta let out a heavy sigh, turning the lazy eyeball even after the beautiful romance they went through, Arini's gaze on her did not change, still considering her an idol. Tirta loosened the winding of her hand on Arini's waist.

“Jeez so charming and perfect is me for him. I'm not an angel who can't fall in love. Do I just deserve to be with the angel,” decak Tirta in a heart of despair.

“Your father is your husband, I will always sleep hugging my wife. You must get used to it!” press Tirta.

Blouse ...

Arini's cheeks blushed at the sweet words of Tirta and turned to turn her back on Tirta as if she could not breathe hearing the words of her idol which made her seem to fly into the clouds.

Tirta smiled obliquely, bringing her body closer to Arini wrapped her sturdy arms around Arini's waist.

“You are my wife. someday you will be the mother of my children,” whispered Tirta with a breath that sounded back hunting.

Deg ...

The sound of swallowed saliva sounded from Arini. His body stiffened as if his blood had stopped flowing. The roar of passionate breath that swept the nape of his neck made his body crumble. Her husband wants her back.

 

 

Sorry again to understand friday. This is also my story of what yahh ....