My wife Slave of Lust

Old Friend

Sunlight pierced through the pores of the gauze that still tightly closed the glass windows in our cabin. Teasing the position of my wife at that time, still wrapped her arms around my wife's slender waist.

Ah, it's so lazy to close the eyelids. Moreover, there is a beautiful lifeless bolster that accompanies my morning-every day.

I could feel my wife's body writhing spoiled, as if giving a code for me to let go of a hug. But I'm not gonna let that happen. Because I'm still at home with the perfect sticking position, like this.

"Darling, I want to pee," he whined as if forcing me to skip. Her innocent body shifted here and there. Making this morning heirloom that is already erect, the more standing upright like a tall tower.

"May, but hurry back, dear!" tell me I don't want to know. He smiled a thousand times more seductively than before.

Ah, I can't stand it anymore!

I had to remove her body from my arms. However, not a single bit of his movement escaped the dictation of my two brown neutrals.

Of course, he felt ashamed. Walk slowly to the toilet with the condition of the body without a thread. But, it's okay, I like it. The more embarrassed he was, the more beautiful he was in my gaze.

After finishing his game. He didn't come back in my arms, just like that. It took about ten minutes to wait for him. I who was impatient again, then almost rose from the dispute, but I paled when the door leaf of the small room was perfect.

"Why is it so long?" I was still sitting on my feet on our bed. He made no sound at all, only smiled faintly, then approached and lay down beside me again.

I glanced at his cheeks before finally landing a small kiss there. He seemed to understand my current body language, clinging back to him like a stamp.

It's so sticky ...!

"You again?" he asked while holding my breast to erode the distance between us.

"Can?" Instead of answering the question, I asked permission. This time, my lips and nose were already wandering everywhere.

It's so naughty ...!

Don't women want to be understood? Tumben once I didn't forget myself? Usually not this detail. However, if he rejected it, I would not force myself either.

Vida ... is now beginning to wither and is trapped in my blue touch. I no longer need confirmation from him. I think his body language means he wants the same thing.

The bed scene as a breakfast opener in the morning was no longer inevitable. Understand the newlyweds, he wants it always. You know what I mean?

Yes, just that one!

Haha!

...💔...

In the afternoon I invited Vida to spend time at the beach. Remember, if this villa is close to the beach? Yeah, remember dong, definitely. I'm just worried, you're having amnesia, because I haven't shared a story in a long time.

Haha!

All right, back to the beach ...!

Vida seemed so cheerful when the car that took us, parked perfectly in the beach.

On the shore was already flattened. So, it is very easy for the visitors to relax and pose ria there. In the sense of the word .. with the cameras.

The beach is a semicircle. On the left and right sides are flanked by two cliffs facing each other. While in the middle of the ocean there, there is a small island, which is believed to have its own mystical value - according to the beliefs of the surrounding community.

Ah, but I'm not a native of this area. So, of course I don't bother about it.

Without me noticing, in the blink of an eye, my wife was already creeping on the shore. I could only shake my head while watching the process from about ten meters away.

A few minutes later, I decided to buy a drink at one of the food courts available along the beach. Of course, after telling your wife. He seemed to be playing in the water there. Hitting the occasional roll of small waves stopping at his smooth feet.

When I got back from the food court, I suddenly caught an unpleasant sight happening in front of me.

DEG DEG DEG

My wife!

I was talking seriously to a man who was very familiar in my view. They seem to be arguing. What exactly is going on?

I remember, that man!

The man who once asked me - about the position of the toilet - in the pool yesterday morning.

Spontaneously I stepped foot, approaching the two of them. Of course, that made Vida and the man jump in the opposite direction. Like the attitude of two human children who are being caught for making a big mistake.

"Darling, is everything all right? Dan, who is this guy? Why did you guys look so noisy?" The question from me makes Vida can no longer speak. Eventually, the man took over his role. Maybe the goal is to break the ice that is not thawed by Vida.

"Hi, Bro! I know, I'm Deyandra. Vida's old best friend."

Deyandra's?

My forehead is crinkled inside. Trying to remember the name he just said. However, as I recall, I never heard that name.

Ah, maybe a friend when my wife denounces college education. Without waiting for long, I welcomed the man's hand, while introducing myself.

"I'm Ibra. Ibra Maulana, Vida's husband." I glanced at him with a quick glance at my wife.

He seemed to be pecking when the hands of the two of us shook tightly, right in front of him.

Is there something he's hiding?