My wife Slave of Lust

The First Suspicion

Upon arrival at the house of Dinas Vida, I immediately opened the door with a spare key that he had given me. He said, let me make it easier if I suddenly want to see him whenever I want. Because he always told me about his rather hectic schedule every day. So, it doesn't make me wonder again, when can I meet him.

I turned the door knob around and pulled the leaves in part. Carrying a suitcase containing my wife's personal belongings in and intending to put it in the room. However, when I was just standing in front of the door, I faintly heard the voice of a man talking to himself from within. Looks like he's in a conversation over a cell phone.

I, who was overwhelmed by the responsibility of adding my steps forward, could no longer turn out because the man had already poked and asked, "Who is that?"

I shook for a moment, like a man caught off guard, entering someone else's house without saying hello. He who was only bare-chested immediately revealed his nose, because I could no longer speak.

"Who's in si ...?" With a high tone of voice and a furious facial expression at first, then suddenly turned clumsy, he looked at me from the middle door while pecking at the phone still attached to the ear.

Oh, naw!

I know this guy. She wasn't Deyandra, who at that time introduced herself as Vida's old friend?

The suitcase that I had been holding tightly in my hand, reflexes just came off because I was surprised by his presence in the house. The house I know is a service facility that was given to my wife during her time at the bank. Then, why is Deyandra here? Am I hallucinating?

I rubbed my eyes many times. I want to make sure I don't see wrong. However, even though it has hardened and conditioned my view, Deyandra's figure is still real and standing firmly there. It means I'm not dreaming.

Deyandra also thought she was nervous and could not escape. I set my heart to go forward and face it with a cold head. Not wanting to be consumed by the demonic sedition that was going around dancing and flying to and fro around me, I tried to meet him in a state that could still control emotions.

I think if this self was created as a woman, maybe Deyandra's face was destroyed and bruised because of the scratches and blows from me, without having to speak first. Tearing and skinning all of his senses until he felt a tremendous pain all the time. Luckily, I'm not that bad.

"Ib-Ibra .. ka-you ...." In a stamped tone of voice, Deyandra looked at me fearfully. I think he's taken into account what bad consequences he'll receive after this.

"Why? You surprised?!" I'm still trying to dialogue, be kind, and be strong-hearted. Though my heart raced like a galloping stallion. Or even a starving king of the jungle, then finds a tender prey ready to be pounced upon.

My body was standing right in front of him. Makes me very easy to catch the wrong facial expression at every point of his face, which is still a child compared to me.

"Sorry, I was forced to stay here last night, ka-because of freedom." He stumbled back into the conversation.

I just cringe at the astonishment. Why does he have to be this my way? If it is just to ride a sleep course, I think the response should not be as worried as that.

"Oh, so ...." My eyes were still obscuring his body from top to bottom, as if he was looking at and intimidating. Staring at him a million questions, so that he could no longer bear to not tremble so many times.

"I just want to deliver Vida's stuff. You better leave before my wife gets back from her office!"

Without sanctioning her for her mistake that I did not know for sure, I passed her body which was still perfectly sculpted, then entered into Vida's room.