Papa's Choice Husband

SPP - 40

El took his wife inside and put her to bed. He opened the hotel kimono that Asya was wearing, looking at his wife's body with a mischievous smile.

Asya already understood what her husband was about to do, looking at El's lust-filled eyes. The eyes did not switch even a little from Asya's chest, El liked it very much.

"Mas El" called Asya as she stroked her husband's cheek gently.

El looked into his wife's eyes, then briefly kissed her thin lips.

"I'll give you a lot of Asya's love" El said interspersed with a smile.

"Mas, what kind of love does Mas El know?" Ask Asya.

The young man smiled obliquely, he violently took off all the clothes left on his wife's body. Then take off all his clothes and start making love to Asya.

The girl did nothing, she just stared at El who was trying to do what she wanted to Asya. Let El resolve lust by giving love. Every now and then Asya's countenance changed, enduring the pain of El's rough play.

"Did my game just satisfy you?" El's whisper was lying next to his wife.

El pulled out a blanket to cover his body and his wife was wearing nothing.

"No" answered Asya briefly.

"Of course, because there's no love in it. Do you understand now what kind of love I give you?"

Asya nodded, she hugged her husband tightly. El also returned the hug, gently stroking his wife's long hair.

After a few minutes of them hugging each other, El pushed Asya away from her, positioning herself and Asya in order to stare at each other. He stroked the cheek of his wife who was looking at him wistfully.

"I used to love someone so much, but he betrayed me. And the reason is very shortsighted, he says I'm not good at playing in bed" explained El suddenly.

Asya looked surprised, but what she knew, her husband was very good at playing around in bed.

El started telling me, what kind of woman made him this way. He never saw a woman on the physical basis, whatever it was, if she made El comfortable, then he would not let go.

Five years ago, El met a woman, his old friend. The woman is El's college friend, El used to admire her a lot, the woman's modern thinking.

They met abroad, at the same university. Friendships began to intertwine because they were from the same country. The friendship eventually turns into a relationship that is more than just a close friend.

The association is too free in the opposite country, El even often stay in the woman's apartment. They often have intercourse several times. El also knew that his woman was no longer holy. It was the first time El had tried to get out of his comfort zone.

Two years of their relationship went well, sometimes there was a little bit of a fight. But they got back together after a short conversation.

Until one day, El wanted to propose to the woman, he gave a surprise by coming suddenly to his apartment.

When El opened the door, he saw clothes on the floor. He was already feeling strange there, but El continued his steps towards the woman's room. A successful surprise, El sees her woman in a relationship with another man, and it is El's own best friend.

El was certainly angry, he was rash and hit his friend right then and there. But the woman, instead berated El under the pretext, that the young man could not satisfy her in bed.

Since then, El had slumped for a few months, before he started his new hobby, playing with naughty women. Always, and always at all times El tries to find women whose bodies resemble those of ex-lovers. Big busty and sexy. He wants to channel all his emotions to a woman who looks like her ex-lover.

"I just do it to vent my emotions, but over time this becomes a habit" said El.

Asya shed her tears, even if only heard, her heart was hurt knowing the truth about her husband's time. And also the bad habits of El that may not have been completely lost.

"Sorry, I made you cry again. This should be a happy day for you" El added. He wiped his wife's tears.

"I can understand about Mas El. But, that habit, Mas El must change it" said Asya lirih.

"Does El still love her?"

"Maybe"

I don't know why El's answer made Asya feel upset. The girl turned her back to her husband.

"You're jealous, huh?" whispered El.

"No, just looking at Mas El's face"

"Well, how could I be, I'm your husband. Every day you see me"

Asya turned her body back, looking at El while laughing. El's words could always melt Asya's heart.

"Now it's your turn to tell the story" asked El while pinching his wife's cheek.

The girl tried to think, she didn't have a mass like El. Because he's never had a relationship before. Only friendship, and problems with his Papa that always busy the mass of Asya.

"If Nando? Don't you like Nando?"

"Nando's? Of course I like him, he's a very good friend. Nando was always there when I needed him, without even asking"

El looked at his wife, he saw something in Asya's eyes when they were talking about Nando. Interested, El feels that his wife is starting to see Nando in a different way.

The young man suddenly changed his position, above Asya. He began to look down on his lips, squeezing the wife's chest.

Only a short while before he changed position, making Asya on top of him. El sat down leaning his back against the support of the mattress, with Asya sitting on his lap. He pulled out a blanket to cover his body.

"What's wrong El?"

"Yes, you know that Jihan likes Nando?"

"What's? Jihan likes Nando? Why didn't he say I was Mas. Hm... Can you really see people falling in love just from the eyes?"

El nodded, Asya still seemed to be in disbelief at what El had told her. El then told Asya to name Nando, wanting to confirm what he had seen before.

"Nando, Nando, Nando"

"Call me"

"Mas El"

The young man smiled slantedly. El saw a timid look as his wife mentioned his name. Thirty percent of El's faith grows, if Asya starts to love her.

El put his wife to bed again, it was time to end their honeymoon lovingly.

After starting the kiss, El palpated slowly every inch of his wife's body. He wanted to arouse Asya's lust once again. El was already on the body of the wife, the game became soft again.

El continues to cherish his wife's body, giving satisfaction to Asya with much love. The girl began to pant, her hannya village increasingly make El's soul struggling.

Along with the outburst of lust in El, he ended it while biting the puti ng Asya. To make the girl scream and grab El's hair in surprise.

"Mas ... El .. don't do that, sick tofu" said Asya with his breath still up and down.

El immediately kissed his wife's lips and held her there for as long as possible.