My wife Slave of Lust

The Fourth Suspicion

Under the water, two pairs of husband and wife complete their respective desires in a bag of unparalleled pleasure. Starting from a standing position, half standing, sitting, facing, even turning back, everything did not escape our experiment. At least, the struggle that feels cold but gives a different sensation than before, enough to make us laugh occasionally amused.

"Au .. Don't do it dong, dear. This position is not good, hehehe!"

Yes, that's one example of dialogue that emerged from a pair of Vida's lips. He will say it again if the position I offer is less fitting and detrimental to him. So, we also do not hesitate to try other extreme positions, which are not even in the kamasutra guide.

And of course ... for this fight, we are both ahead with the series score. Groan and chant each other's names as the highest peak of pleasure approaches each other.

...💔...

Vida seemed to be still asleep in the bed, as I tried hard to open my eyes because it was very disturbed by the vibration of his phone that he had placed next to the pillow.

Curse that flat object, then look at the available analog clock. "One night's hour" I muttered in the typical sound of people waking up. Brightly enough, we arrived at this place at exactly four in the afternoon. After passing through the wet scene earlier, it did not feel we both fell asleep and coiled in each other's dreams.

But who called my wife these nights? With my eyes still blurred, I tried to read the name on the phone screen. Not very clear, but I can still read it. "Yandra," I never thought. My forehead is also deeply wrinkled. Given what reason the married man was - calling another man's wife - in the middle of a night like this?

Without thinking twice more, I swiped the round green button up, then pressed the object to the ear without making a sound.

"Where are you going? I called from earlier, but we didn't pick up. You also did not reply to my message. You're all right, aren't you? Where are you, anyway? I went to the house, your house was deserted."

Paced sentence story interspersed question from Deyandra successfully made my chest beat fast. Why is he so worried about my wife? Why didn't he just have a nice night with his wife?

I still don't open my mouth. I let him monologue himself without giving a response.

GLUE

I swallowed spit. What the fuck? Even my drowsiness had now flown away instantly hearing his expression.

"Vida ...!" again, who has not yet received any response from me. "Okay, if you want me to be the victim of that mad man's rampage, keep locking your mouth like this ...!" he continued with such a chaotic tone of speech. The sentence he just uttered, as if explaining that he was in a very dangerous condition, if Vida did not immediately give to the man he meant.

But who is that crazy guy?

"Vida ... speak!" the door in a slightly clear voice.

I was curious and responded to it. "Vida's asleep, your call really disturbs my sleep!"

After I said that, there was no sound from across there? Did Deyandra feel like she was struck by lightning in the middle of the night, after learning that I was the one who raised her call?

A second later.

TUT ... TUT ... TUT ....

Well, he turned off the connection unilaterally. Damn, I haven't even had the chance to ask a row of questions that have been arranged in the head. Of course, sentence after sentence that Deyandra said earlier, successfully made me back to suspicion.