Temporary Husband

The woman on top

A man sits quietly in the corner of a street-side coffee shop that is not too crowded. Sip the black coffee slowly and enjoy the taste of the coffee is very concentrated. His eyes looked calmly at the two policemen who were busy looking for his fugitive. The man was wearing a black newsboy hat with a matching long coat.

"Where is he? Wasn't he headed to this area?" said one of the well-built police colleagues.

"Yes, I'm also pretty sure he went this way. Why did it disappear so quickly?" said another police officer who was rather fat.

The two policemen turned towards the man who was sitting quietly. The man pulled further down the newsboy model hat he was wearing and lowered his gaze.

"Ah there's no way he's here. Maybe he ran away from avoiding us" said the fattened policeman again.

"Ah, I think so too. How could he possibly be brave since there was no hiding place here."

His partner nodded. Then the two agreed to comb the area once again. Secretly the man sitting in the coffee shop quietly pulled the corner of his lips, smiling obliquely. He sipped his coffee more calmly now. Inhaling a cigarette that puffs smoke into the air.

"Based on two stupid cops!" he muttered as he developed a smile.

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"Let's take off his clothes! Why even dumbass?" Reyhan. He looked at his wife who was hesitating. Don't know what he's gonna do. He could only stare at the chest of the field he had not yet opened, staring at Reyhan's face and chest alternately.

The two of them were in the room, at Mama Riana's house. Reyhan asked to go home because he did not feel at home in the hospital.

"Why don't you open yourself" he said with a stutter.

"Why indeed? Aren't you my wife?" Reyhan raised an eyebrow with a mysterious smile.

"Yeah. But it's ...."

"But what, baby? You should clean my body with warm water. You know for yourself that your husband is sick. I'm hurt, baby. Even shrugging my shoulders I can't. How should I undress and clean my body? Come on." Comeon."

Amora gulps. It was not that she did not want to help her husband to do that, but she was afraid that she could not control herself when she saw the torn bread before her eyes.

"I-I just asked Mama for help, Rey." Reyhan glared at him for a moment.

"Why should you ask your mom for help? Don't you want to take care of your sick husband?"

"Nope-no. N-not so. It's just I-I ...." Amora hung up her sentence. Occasionally scratching his head which suddenly feels itchy.

"Then what? Why you, baby?"

Amora was silent. He could not say if he could not bear to see the beautiful scenery he would see later after the white shirt was released.

"Why don't you want to stay in the hospital longer, anyway? Isn't there a nurse who'll help you?"

"What do you mean, baby? Do you like to see my body touched by them? You're not jealous when you see them almost drooling when you see my sexy body? Or maybe you like the handsome doctor there? Didn't she? so you're so at home in the hospital that it smells like medicine?" Reyhan pulled his eyebrows, putting on a feigned face of anger.

"N-no! That's not Rey." Both of his hands waved saying no. Now both hands he used to scratch his head again. He was biting his lower lip because he was nervous. To be honest she also did not willing if there was another woman who touched her husband's body let alone to enjoy the beauty of her husband's body. But the reason is just that he is afraid of not being able to control himself. That'sthat's all.

"Yes already then. I don't have to change clothes and I don't need to clean myself. Just leave it like this." Reyhan pretended to sulk. He turned his face away from Amora.

"Eh ... How come?" Amora's surprised.

"Rey .. don't sulk. You'll be ugly."

There is no lawfulness. Amora bit her lips even more, squeezing her plump fingers. Reyhan was still behind him. He thought Reyhan was really mad at him. But what actually happened was that the man desperately held back his laughter and controlled himself so as not to be caught pretending.

"Rey ... Don't do this. Don't be angry" said Amora. There is still no reason from her husband so that makes her heart more agitated. He sighed softly and then exhaled violently.

"Uhh well ... I-I'll help you." said Amora in the end. Secretly the man smiled obliquely triumphantly. He pretended to still sulk and remained silent.

"Rayean ... Did you hear me?" Amora tilted her head to see her husband who still did not want to turn her head.

"Don't pretend to. I don't want you to help me. If it's not sincere, then I'll hire a beautiful nurse to help me clean up."

"DON'T !!" amora said quickly. Reyhan half-dead held back a laugh. He only smelled a smile at Amora's panicked voice.

"I'll help you. But don't hire any woman to help you. Okay?" amora said she was waiting for her husband's approval.

Anyone who wants to touch another woman besides you. Reyhan murmured in his heart.

Reyhan cleared his throat several times before he turned his body to face Amora.

"All right, then. Let's get my body cleaned up!"

"I-iya." said Amora stammering. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

"Don't look like I've never seen it. Haven't you ever seen even touched her?" said Reyhan still maintaining his pouting face.

"Yeah. But it's ...."

Precisely because I've seen it so I'm afraid I can't control myself. What if I want to touch it longer? Why do you have to be diligent in exercising so that your stomach and chest are so sexy like that? the weakness in the heart.

"Come on! Wait what else? Open now!"

"W-yes Rey. Patience a little why the hell?" amora replied while neutralizing her nervousness that attacked to make her fingers Tremor. Reyhan who saw that was just smiling. He looked at the beautiful face of his wife who always fascinated him. Amora bowed before Reyhan who was sitting on the edge of the bed while Amora stood up. Take off one by one the buttons of the shirt the man was wearing.

Amora lowered her slowly and carefully when all the buttons on the shirt came off. Struggling against the whack of nervousness and the temptation of the torn bread waving before him. Even the woman held her breath many times. I don't know, he doesn't know what happened to him.

"Darling." call Reyhan with a hoarse voice and a misty look. His hand blocked the arm of Amora who had just managed to disarm his shirt. Now the man was bare-chested in front of him. The chest of the field with full lines of plaid clearly before him made Amora even more desperately hold back. He turned his face together.

"Why still shy? I'm your husband, baby. Touch it if you want to touch it." Reyhan placed Amora's hand against her chest, causing Amora to be surprised and pull her hand.

"Rey ... Wh-what are you doing?"

Instead of answering, Reyhan pulled the woman's body so that it sat on his lap. Amora screamed softly.

"Rey ...."

"Yes dear," the man began to sniff the woman's distinctive scent. Smell at the wavy ends of his wife's hair.

"Rey, release. Let me clean your body." Amora squirmed in the man's lap while Reyhan only shook his head slowly.

"Come Rey. Aren't you sick? I'll be able to nudge your wounds."

"I miss you, honey." the man whispered right in Amora's ear. Inflicting strange waves that propagate make his body creep.

"Rey, let go." Amora tries to escape the man's confinement.

"Darling, let's do it."

"Huh? Wh-what? did what?" Amora looked at her husband.

"Let's do it. I really want it now." whispered Reyhan. Amora realized she was occupying something hard down there.

Oh My God's. Whatisthis? closed his eyes.

"Come on, baby" whined Reyhan.

"But you're still sick. How come?"

"Boy, baby, I can."

"How is it?"

"Woman on top." Reyhan whispered affectionately.

"W-what?" Amora was powerless not to glare while Reyhan was full of triumphant grins.