The Cottage of In-Law Tak Indah

Cultivating Longing

By late afternoon Giselle and Gibran had just arrived home. It coincided with the drizzle coming down. Gibran smiled as he followed Giselle into his room. Without a word, the man immediately hugged his wife from behind. His hands wrapped around his wife's body, with many times, Gibran landed a kiss on her collarbone and shoulder blades. There is still a perfume that is so fragrant there.

"Hmm, I miss you, baby," Gibran said now.

Hearing her husband's confession, Giselle nodded her head. He smiled and nodded slowly. Now, the woman's palm rubbed the side of her husband's face that was on one shoulder.

"Same, Mas. Me either. But we need to focus on Mom. The child is just us, so when Mom is sick we should both pay attention first to Mom" Giselle replied.

Hearing what Giselle was saying, Gibran nodded his head. He knew his wife's way of thinking.

"I know, Honey. Now back home again. I miss. You don't remember what I asked for three days ago. At that time, it was raining at night in Bandung, right?" ask Gibran.

"I forgot, Mom. It's been three days. Sorry, but there's a lot of eggs" replied Giselle.

That's actually Giselle still remembers. However, he only chose that kind of alibi. I just want to see her husband's reaction.

"Yes, take a shower, baby. Buy dinner later, yeah. You too must be tired" Gibran replied.

Eventually the two chose to take turns to take a shower. Clean yourself up first. When finished, Gibran who took a bath later was surprised to see his wife who was now wearing only a soft satin silk cloth with a small rope on the shoulder. With Giselle's current appearance, it was impossible for Gibran to get close to her.

Without saying much, Gibran hugged his wife from behind. Can Gibran smell the wife's scent is very fragrant, the surface of the epidermis skin is very soft. Oh, seeing Giselle in that outfit alone made Gibran crave. Because, usually Giselle only wear home pajamas at home.

"It's so pretty, honey."

Praise just came out of Gibran's lips. Especially with three very hectic days, really tired it feels. However, on the one hand as a man his passion also instantly rose to see his wife like this.

"I'm just trying, Mom. I bought it online yesterday, it doesn't look right, it's changing" Giselle said.

Again the woman stood up. To be honest, Giselle was deliberately wearing a different nightgown. A little open, however Giselle remembers her husband's request three days ago. Will not a wife who makes her husband happy be rewarded with a reward? That's what Giselle thinks now.

Gibran quickly shook his head. "Not replace. Just wear this. Real pretty. Sexily. You're pregnant just more beautiful, honey," praised Gibran.

"I'm not even skinny, Mom. Nausea yesterday, not yet gained weight again," replied Giselle.

"Yes, slow down. Just wear this. I'm hungry, honey .. want you," Gibran replied.

"Lock the front door and turn off the headlights first, Mas. It's only seven o'clock" replied Giselle.

"It's okay. Seven o'clock in the morning, no problem either. This is our own home."

Gibran exited the room by closing the front door and locking it. Also, turn off the headlights. It is as if the owner of the house is gone or has gone to sleep. While Giselle in the room also turned off the main light, replacing it with a more dim sleep lamp.

"You're intentionally wearing this?" ask Gibran later.

"Intentionally teasing my husband, in order to get the reward," Giselle replied now truthfully.

Gibran smiled. Of course he was tempted. The first time I saw Giselle, she was tempted. Especially now. Giselle approached and hugged her husband.

"I still remember your request three days ago. Even now, it was as if it was raining. What is this sign?" giselle asked with her head on her husband's chest.

"In the hospital it rains almost every night. I'm restless, honey. I want to hug you. Unfortunately, it must be destroyed because of other interests. Sorry," reply Gibran.

"There's no need to apologize, what we're doing is right, isn't it?" ask Giselle.

After saying all that, Gibran peeked at Giselle's forehead for a while. He misses his wife very much. Especially in three days there are more urgent interests.

"May I ask for my rights this time?" ask Gibran.

"Please, Mas. Careful well .. Your baby, growing here," replied Giselle by touching her stomach with a few pops there. As if reminding Gibran to remain cautious.

Gibran nodded his head, he then brought Giselle to sit on the edge of the bed. Gibran cut a few inches from his face with his wife's face. Carefully the man kissed Giselle's ripe lips. A warm sensation, Gibran could immediately feel. Accompanied by the urge to make a pagutan on the lips of his wife. So, there was nothing Gibran was waiting for. The man moved his lips in rhythm. He kissed gently on Giselle's lips. Feel the warmth, feel the sweetness. The man slowly closed his eyes, with one hand touching the side of Giselle's face.

A speck of rubbing from Giselle's tongue in the folds under her lips made Giselle moan. The woman was also like an incandescent light bulb that closed her eyes. Feel and enjoy the warm and wet greeting of the husband on his lips. So missed it felt. Two lips meet, clenched. Two tongues rubbed against each other in an intense greeting. Two people drift in longings that take up their time, energy, even their minds.

"Hhh, dear," Gibran screeched with his hand gently swiping Giselle's neck.

Presumably, Gibran could not take it anymore. Maybe because it had been holding back for so many days, now Gibran felt a spark like a spark blowing in the wind. Producing a fire that was getting bigger, getting smolder, even igniting itself in a sense of immeasurable heat.

Especially when Gibran felt the touch of Giselle's hand on his shoulder, slowly down to his chest that field, making Gibran no longer able to hold. Gibran parsed his kiss for a moment, then he pulled on the shirt he was now wearing. Shirtless in front of the wife.

Gibran threw away his shirt with the origin, then he again kissed Giselle's lips. The man was like a beetle that would actually suck honey, accompanied by a hand movement that gently rubbed Giselle's neck to the nape of her neck. Delivering the memories in Giselle. Not wanting to wait for long Gibran then brought his hand rubbed slowly, giving a squeeze on his wife's chest that is more contained now. The beautiful circle has now been squeezed several times, with two lips that are still linked.

Then Gibran stopped his kiss, both pairs of eyes were foggy now. Therefore, he positioned Giselle in the right position. Without removing the satin slick that was attached to Giselle's body, Gibran chose to invade the valley below. His lips and tongue did not hesitate to give a sweep and swab, did not hesitate to see Giselle who several times mende-sah and bite her own lips.

"Mas Gibron ... My mother!"

My God, Gibran is secretly enjoying all. His wife who felt the spark of opium with her eyes closed tightly. Really, Giselle was beautiful in her eyes. More than that, Gibran combines with a squeeze in the beautiful circle of the wife. Incredibly, Giselle felt the enormity of the sensation. Breathing gasps. Now she can only give up and give up on her husband.

Gibran was very satisfied to see his wife squealing and feeling satisfaction. Until the man stripped her clothes appeared in absolute innocence in front of Giselle. She accepts when Giselle takes turns adoring him. Giving a swipe in the warm impression in the center. This time Gibran did not close his eyes, he wanted to remember this moment in his mind. Given how both foster love and longing.

Switch positions. Gibran sat leaning against the headboard, and he gave instructions to his wife.

"Sit on my lap, honey."

Giselle obeyed what her husband asked. However, Giselle also knew that it was not just sitting on her lap. But there is a prick of her husband's inheritance that now fills her. Giselle was gripping with both hands on her husband's shoulders. It was incredible.

"Mas ... Hhh!"

"Yes, Honey ...."

Giselle slowly moved in her husband's lap. Erotic voices filled his second room. Accompanied by the rain that makes the atmosphere more shahdu.

Giselle got out of control as her husband lowered the small ropes on her shoulder, revealing her beautiful circles, and Gibran threw the cupping containers there. Undeterred, Gibran gave a suction and bite in the beautiful circle of the wife. Oh, it's so beautiful. Peristaltic movements suction like a baby who sucks ASI it makes Giselle float.

Time and again Giselle's movements grew increasingly chaotic, with her husband continuing to foam her. Makes Giselle really wet. How many times, Giselle felt a beautiful release on her husband's lap.

At the final limit, Gibran again changed positions. Laying Giselle down and now completely making Giselle an absolute plain. The man put himself in and immediately rained down his remains. Humiliation for the sake of plowing. His spirit whipped up to make out and in movements many times.

Gibran growled feeling the grip of the wife's heavenly cup on her tomb. To the limit, Gibran can no longer survive. The next instant the man was completely mired, exploded, and filled the wife's heavenly cup with a part of her.

"I Love U, Honey. Wow, amazing," said Gibran with his trembling body and sweat drenching himself.

While Giselle was still closing her eyes, she hugged her husband tightly. "Love U too, Mas!"

Giselle's soft voice gave an answer. It was a moment of relaxation after three days of focusing with his mother. Give time for the body to release the hormone oxytocin which can reduce stress on the self. Sensing the gurgling of love that slowly filled even drowned the two.