Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 103: THE OVERNIGHT TRAIL

"Woman naughty. What we're gonna do here. Come on, look at your husband still asleep. Don't let our voices wake him up. You know, it's not good. So, let's go to a place that's just for fun. I can't wait to embrace the pleasures of my beloved," whispered the man who immediately grabbed Hazel's body into her cradle, even the wine in the glass spilled onto the floor.

Hazel and her lover leave the room. A definite step down the floor to climb the stairs. The game this time, not even a responsibility. Where the woman had made everyone in the house, asleep under the influence of sleeping pills. The two people who were drunk with romance, immediately played lip pagutan while walking towards the upper room.

Although everyone is asleep. But without both realizing. Whatever they do is recorded in a hidden camera. Every touch detail with shameless passion. Tonight is a hot night for Hazel to be with her dark lover. The woman thought, if tonight is missed with bed sports. Then, it will all be his back.

Tomorrow she could say that she had spent the night with her own husband. The perfect plan. That night passed so beautifully for Hazel. The woman, giving everything for the lover with the temptation of lust and also the enjoyment of the world. The voice that wanted more, again and again continued to be repeatedly heard throughout the night, from inside the master room. The tempestuous touch ends up being the satisfaction of soul and body.

The two men drowned in a cradle without a thread. The night passed so quickly. The moon disappeared in place of the morning sunshine with hair the sound of birds singing sounded so melodious. A beautiful morning with a new spirit and new hope. However, someone is feeling pain at the end of the head. Just now, he opened his eyes, but the spinning felt so painful.

For a moment he noticed where he was. She sees the wife sleeping by her side, but the red color is clearly visible on Hazel's neck. Instantly one question flashed. Did they do a hot night last night? If yes, why not remember that. Consciousness that is still above the clouds, making the mind can not think clearly. Suddenly, the wife opened her eyes and smiled so sweetly.

"Morning, my beloved husband. Thanks for last night. You're the best" Hazel praised Bryant, as if last night was his second hot night.

Honestly, the man did not believe. Last night's memory is still clearly recorded. Where after dinner together. He chose to go into the guest room, then do some office work. The shadows will be hot nights, not even once crossed. How could they spend the night together? Especially when you wake up. The head turned around because it felt an overwhelming dizziness. Of course, that's not normal.

His mind, slowly, began to calm down. Although, Hazel's gaze still explained, it was true that something happened last night between the two. Do not want to prolong a problem or seek the truth by asking questions. Bryant put away the blanket, "I'm going to take a shower because today I have to go to the office for an important meeting."

"Darling, come on, take a day off. Please, we can spend time together like last night," Hazel persuaded trying to make her husband confused. However, her husband did not listen to her and just left.

Bryant's move left his wife. The man rushed into the bathroom without listening to what Hazel said. By the time he was in the bathroom. The door did not forget the key. Now his gaze upon the plain body of the mirror reflection. It was true, when he woke up there was not a single thread covering his body.

How can his body remain white? If it really happened on a hot night. Why does a trace of the enjoyment of the world leave no trace even if it is just one red stamp. Isn't that impossible. After all, all this time when they were having a husband and wife relationship. And so, neither he nor Hazel will always have any signs of evidence of the trace of their love. Look, now there's not a single trace.

The heat in the heart with the mind flying floated, making him clench his hands tightly. Something is troubling her. That reason is about what happened last night. Traces on the body were not found, but the traces on Hazel's body were so clear. A blackish red color that runs from the neck to the tip of the chest. Is it possible that last night someone came to satisfy his wife?

If so, why doesn't he know? The weirdness, the more it wrestled in his head. The curiosity he has can only be soothed with a cold shower. For a moment enjoy the water droplets that make the head cold and can think clearly again. One by one the pieces of memory he collected, then tried to draw some conclusions.

For some reason, she suddenly felt. Everything is clear enough. Dinner accompanied by silence, then the busyness of each. Hazel's request yesterday to spend the night at the D'Lux Garden hotel. Not to mention the voices he couldn't remember. However, as he recalls from all events. He remembered that something had spilled on the floor and the smell of wine on his lips.

"So, how do I give a wife the right? When I was not conscious. Never mind, I think too much. It'll be better, I check the CCTV directly. Well, by the time I get to the office" Monologue Bryant told himself and hurried to start the ritual bath, what the man felt and thought was quite his.

What the man experienced. He tried to digest, then elaborated in the hope of not returning to make mistakes like in the past. He didn't think twice about making promises. Meanwhile, Hazel chooses to go back to sleep. His body felt very tired and lost all energy. Especially after serving the lover for several rounds. It was different when she was playing bed with her husband.

Bryant wasn't the kind of guy who would let his women get tired. The man knew enough and was aware of how much to do conjugal relations. But not with his girlfriend. The lover will continue to play, until he feels satisfied with the release repeatedly. So, when the sport is still on the verge of normal limits. It is certain that the sound of the bed creaking will continue. No matter, if it should be until the early hours of the day or maybe during the day.

If you want to be honest. Actually, it's more satisfying to play bed with her dark lover. Than with the husband. Although Bryant was able to provide much more pleasure. Still, the man thought too much about unimportant things. But of all that, as a woman who just wants to get satisfaction. At the same time able to provide satisfaction that is so crazy. Hazel is not satisfied with Bryant's treatment.

In essence. The husband cannot give what his lover can give. He wants a man who can balance like his wild imagination. So, no wonder. When he can make a lot of men crazy about his bed games. Anyone who dares to pay and enjoy the touch of a Hazel. I can be sure no one will refuse. If offered to re-enjoy a night together.

Leaving the mind of a wife who only thinks of outward satisfaction. Another wife was staring at the husband who had just arrived in the morning. Eyes full of longing. However, he did not dare to say hello or just give a hug. Really, he could not express his longing for the man.

I wanted to cry and scream and say sorry. Not because he realized that all his words were wrong, but this was all because he really could not live without his husband. A dilemma in the heart with a chaotic mind. Tightness in the chest. All of this becomes one. Look at the man up ahead who still doesn't care about his whereabouts. Especially just staring, or saying good morning.

Whatever that woman thinks. He just thinks what he wants. However, the man who was expected to turn his head was already aware of all those changes, "Will you till when, you see me like that? You don't want to say anything, but the look in your eyes explains a lot. Have you forgotten my last words. Comehere! We can sit together and talk about whatever your heart and mind is about."

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