My wife Slave of Lust

Mistakes or Suspicions?

"Darling ...!"

Hands wrapped around his waist, and his chin had already landed flat on his shoulders. Tilting slightly the position of the head, in order to sniff in the fresh scent of Vida's body through her sexy neck that hides behind the long hair that is broken.

Vida seemed jolted, for getting my warm treatment all of a sudden. Maybe he could hardly believe, why did my attitude turn sweet, not as usual.

"You're just wondering, anyway!" he muttered in a half-grumbling tone. While continuing to struggle with his cooking equipment, he seemed comfortable just holding some of my weight.

"You're all right, aren't you?" ask me who wants to start a disclosure mission. The secret revelation that he was hiding behind his bumbling face earlier.

He kept stirring his cooking, with a motion that kept turning the tub while stirring up a glass of drink. "What am I really doing?" He asked back, as if he was fooling himself.

I lifted my chin and turned my body towards me. Summarize his clear face into the grasp in one raupan. "You're like a real gerogi when I told you the news," my fancier who returned made his expression turn terrified.

He threw both palms together, then turned again towards the stove table. "Yes .. na-name is also a murder case, so I was a bit horrified that he heard," he made excuses. However, I'm not sure if that's the real problem.

I put my arm around her waist again, then whispered near her ear, "I'll never act so cruel." He suddenly twisted his body in a rapid motion like a tornado fan, then looked at my eyes tightly.

"W-what do you mean talk like that, honey?" his question was to respond immediately to my expression which may have a satirical meaning to anyone who was hiding a mistake.

Though the sentence was just me saying perfunctorily, without wanting to accuse him - if he had indeed committed an affair.

"I'm not cheating, honey." His view changed. "I never intended to betray you in the slightest."

JLEB

Nothing yet, he got carried away. His tears immediately rolled without a glassy mode as an opening greeting.

"But .. your words seem to hold a similar meaning, dear." She was still crying, even though I explained it.

"Cup .. cup ... already, yes." Providing a comfortable space to calm his emotions, I immediately pulled Vida's body in one stroke. "Sorry, yeah." I showered his head with a gentle swab. Back to understanding that he had misunderstood my sentence.

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"Sorry, yes, dear. So gosong deh vegetable," he said not tasty.

"No papa, we've ordered food online. At most, too, nyampe."

Because so carried away the atmosphere, Vida and I forgot the fate of the cuisine he was making. So that everything turns dark brown, and certainly no longer tasty to eat.

"I shouldn't be that careless," he murmured as if he was condemning his dereliction.

I smiled, then downed the orange juice he had just made. "It's all my fault, really."

He turned to me and frowned in confusion. "Kok, you?" tanyanya.

"Yes .. instead of me who has disturbed you first, until your concentration is dissolved, kayak again hit by lightning that is snatching," my joke that managed to make him laugh loosely, as well as me.

However, when we were laughing together, suddenly a bell rang.

TING ... KEG ....!