Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Again and Again

"Nadia! Sweetheart! Wake up, pray, yuk!" The sound of whispers in her ears made Nadia frown.

"He's dead!" The sound was getting clearer, the shock on his body was also increasingly felt. Nadia's tired, damnable. He covered his body with a blanket to cover his head.

Uncle Harits shook his head, he did not give up. Wake his wife again to perform the evening prayer. Remembering the teachings of his teacher, the romantic husband invited his wife to establish the sunnah prayer in the last quarter of the night.

Uncle Harits pulls the blanket, he forgets that Nadia isn't wearing anything. Uncle Harith gulped his stale saliva, his eyes slightly widened when he saw the curves of his wife's body that was not covered by a thread.

Wild fantasies began to crawl his mind. Remembering the game last night, Harits uncle who had been wearing prayer clothes also unbuttoned his cock one by one. He threw it at him, and began to creep up on Nadia's body.

Nadia moaned when Uncle Harith's lips sipped the skin of his neck. He squirmed as a hand touched the sensitive part of his body. Nadia bit her lips with her eyes still closed feeling the extraordinary sensation that her husband delivered.

He sways, his hand squeezes the shoulder of the returning man who will challenge him.

"It's your fault you don't want to wake up." He whispered sensually in his wife's ear. Uncle Harith bit Nadia's little earlobe followed by playing the tongue in the area.

"Mas!" nadia's moaning was followed by a seductive moaning that made Uncle Harits increasingly wild.

He paused the game, looking at Nadia who was still closed with a little hunting breath. Uncle Harith tucked the haircut that covered his wife's pretty face.

Nadia opened her eyes slowly, she smiled as uncle Harits briefly kissed her lips.

"Again?" his question. There is no reason, the next action of Harith's uncle makes Nadia unable to hold her voice.

Their tongues were puffing at each other, exchanging intense flavors. His hands did not stay still, creeping, touching his favorite thing. Play it gently without removing the pagutan.

Unsatisfied, his face down the neckline level Nadia raised because of his actions. Nadia really drove him crazy. The drowsiness that had been lost was replaced by a sensation that made the entire joint stiffen.

"Mas!"

"I love you, Nadia" he said, peeking at his wife's forehead before entering the core of the game.

The two dissolve in a sense of pleasure that flies them to nirvana. So people say. Uncle Harits forgot his goal of waking Nadia up. Presented a tantalizing sight, his faith weakened. Forgetting his initial intentions, instead drifted away in his own wild game.

"Thank you, baby." He kissed Nadia's face making him kegelian. Uncle Harith chuckled, he straightened up and looked satisfied at the top of Nadia's body which was filled with paintings of her lips.

Uncle Harits moved, Nadia also sat down while pulling the blanket. The man picked up the scabbard and put it on in front of Nadia.

"If I don't remember wrongly, someone asked me to pray at night. Did I hear wrong?" tangent Nadia smiled faintly looking at Harits uncle who was sculpting for a while before laughing.

"I forgot because I was tempted by your body. Next time don't tempt my faith that way. I can't help myself not eating you yet" he said as he played his eyebrows.

Uncle Harith chuckled, he grabbed the towel and stepped into the bathroom. The switched off room lights reduced Nadia's view of everything. However, when Uncle Harits steps into the bathroom, something arouses Nadia and makes her want to catch up.

"Mas, wait!" his sergeant held the bathroom door with only a towel wrapped in his body.

"What's wrong? Take a shower together?" Uncle Harith played his eyebrows up and down. Naughty, that's one picture for Uncle Harits right now.

Nadia shook her head, she opened the door wider and brought herself in. Nadia hugged Harith's uncle, her hands groping on the man's back.

"What's on my back?" tanyanya with her head looking up at uncle Harits. The man glanced behind his body, he knew what Nadia meant.

Uncle Harits took off a hug and flipped his body. A few rows of elongated scars made Nadia grim. She felt the lines slowly as if the scar still left pain in the body of the man who is now her husband.

"Is this a lash scar?" his tan still groped all the scars on Uncle Harits' back. The nod to the man made Nadia even more sad. He hugged Uncle Harith's body from behind.

Now, he knows as hard as Uncle Harits life as past his childhood. Scars on his body, evidence of how Harith's uncle struggles in defending his right to live.

The man was unmoved, he was closed off as the warm liquid touched his back skin. Uncle Harith turned around, he pushed slowly Nadia to hit the wall. Uncle Harith kissed the woman's lips wildly, he did not even give Nadia a chance to take the air.

Uncle Harith throws the towel that Nadia was wearing, he flips the body and does it again. Don't imagine it, yeah.

The heat struggle happened again in the bathroom that was not closed door. One by one they came out, satisfied faces adorning the man. He took a water bottle and swallowed it. Dehydrated from having just drained the water tank in his body.

He smiled to wait for Nadia who had not yet come out. Ema adzan early morning reverberate, uncle Harith held a prayer rite preparing to pray congregation. Nadia came out with a red hue on her cheek.

Uncle Harith gave a smile to see the shy behavior of his wife.

"Mas, outrageous, ih .. time again continues." Nadia sulked, her lips pursed between annoyance and pleasure too of course. The man chuckled he was indifferent.

Waiting for Nadia on the expanse of her prayer mat. Nadia put on the robe and mucena, becoming her husband's aunt. Happiness and pleasure when dealing with a husband now he can feel. It was so different when he was with Ikram.

There is no freedom to do intimacy, everything must be limited and of course with careful thought as well. That's the risk of being a second wife, what else when you have to live in the same neighborhood with her honeymoon sister. Nadia must really know her own limits.

But now the man belongs to one. Nothing else limits his desire to do trivial things in front of a crowd. Hand in hand, cuddling affectionately, kissing lightly, in public there will be no one hurt by what he does.

Why did he want to be made a second wife, if the husband himself is more fun to enjoy.

She kissed the reverence of the back of her husband's hand after the prayer and gave prayers as well as all the hopes that were there. Deep gratitude, not forgetting Nadia's words. He could really enjoy the husband and wife relationship at this time. I hope nothing happens in the future.