The Forbidden Desire of the Wife

Emotional Moments

In the room they were preparing for the baby, the couple who would soon become Papa and Mama embraced each other. Both of them were both silent, because indeed many inner children were left behind and injured them. To open a new chapter, it takes courage to close an old album.

“I know you are a great man .. in spite of all your past. I Love U,” said Marsha still hugging Abraham and buried her face in Abraham's chest.

“True Shayang? I also did wrong to you. I deliberately impregnated you to get you and make you fully by my side,” Abraham replied.

Abraham speaks of the fact that he may sound geeky, but in order to get Marsha, Abraham is even willing to give up his virginity for Marsha. Marsha was Abraham's first woman. There was no need for Abraham to have such a relationship with another woman.

“I consider it as the result of your efforts, Mas .. no, now the important thing is that we are both together. It's been two, and a new sheet will soon be felt. Baby cries will echo in this apartment,” Marsha said.

Just imagining having a baby makes Marsha really happy. Just wait no longer and the little baby they still do not know the sex will be born.

“I want to move out of this apartment is not Shayang? We can sell this apartment and buy housing. Yes, maybe just add the rest,” asked Abraham to Marsha.

“No need ... here also no problem kok Mas,” sahut Marsha.

“In this caged space is okay for our baby?” ask Abraham again.

Marsha nodded her head, “Iya, it's okay. Later if our savings are enough, we look for housing. Small and simple is okay. The important thing is that we can always be together,” Marsha replied.

Abraham smiled, having Marsha in his life was like a gift he felt all day. A beautiful wife, understanding, and able to understand her circumstances. Abraham knew his wealth was not much, but Marsha was very understanding of him. The monthly amount Abraham gave Marsha also sometimes went up and down, but Marsha did not protest either. Instead, Marsha can save from the monthly money given by her husband.

“Still Shayang,” reply Abraham briefly.

The calmness and relief in the heart now really made Abraham feel calm. The emotional feeling of his chat with Marsha really made Abraham think a lot of things, especially to be a good parent for his baby later.

Marsha raised her face, a little on her tiptoes, and then Marsha brought her lips to kiss her husband's lips. Just one kiss, and Marsha pulled back her face with eyes fixed entirely on Abraham.

“For the baby who will soon complete our togetherness. I'm fully convinced that you're a good father. You will be a great Dad for our baby,” Marsha said.

Abraham, who was looking at Marsha, sighed. The man glazed over now, not thinking that his wife would strengthen him to such an extent. Abraham bowed his face, and now the man sprinkled kiss after kiss on Marsha's lips. Abraham held Marsha's nape, and then opened his lips to give a suction in the lower fold of Marsha's lips with a gentle pagutan. Because, one kiss that Marsha gave him must be reciprocated with a thousand soft kisses.

Abraham's eyes slowly closed, the man tilted his face, and began to clench Marsha's lips. Feeling all the warmth, all the sweetness, which was so intoxicating for her. Abraham pulled his face, his eyelids opened. The man then lapsed, wrapped around Marsha's already so-flocked stomach, and peeked at the stomach many times.

“I Love U My Baby .. Papa loves you very much. I will do my best for you and your mom. Papa's childhood was bitter, but Papa won't let your childhood be bitter. Papa and Mama will try to make sweet memories with you. The world is so big, but there are Papa and Mama's hands that will hold your little hands. I Love U, My Baby,” said Abraham.

Marsha who heard all the words of Abraham was so moved, tears just escaped from the corner of her eyes. Marsha placed both hands on Abraham's shoulders and asked the man to stand, as Abraham stood up and Marsha immediately stood on her tiptoes and kissed Abraham's lips.

Unable to speak and speak anymore, Marsha gave kiss after kiss, a suction on Abraham's lips, even popping her tongue and teasing Abraham's oral cavity. For the great man who stood before him, Marsha loved Abraham.

Marsha kissed her husband's lips again, pecked the surface of the lips until they both clucked, and swept her tongue across the lips. Sipping the folds of her husband's lips alternately up and down. Marsha closed her eyes, as if she really wanted to enjoy her great feelings for her husband.

The woman's hand moved and put a squeeze on her husband's hair, touching Abraham's ear surface slowly, moving his hand down and stroking Abraham's neck gently. Every touch Marsha gave in fact made Abraham increasingly lift his face, giving Marsha full access to touch it.

Marsha inwardly smiled at the reaction her husband showed. The woman's lips slowly descended and landed wet and warm kisses on her husband's neckline, her hands guerrilla and peeling behind the t-shirt her husband wore. Groped her husband's square chest, touched her husband's sturdy back, and her lips again kissed Abraham's lips.

“Ah, Shayang .. you,” said Abraham with a sigh.

As if the way his wife held him, touched him, stroked him right now was fueling the fire in Abraham. The man wants to enjoy everything the wife does over her body.

Until finally Abraham's hand moved and touched Marsha's hand to the core of his body that had been completely stiffened, all kisses, all begging, all pagutans, all the touches given by his wife really make him hot cold right now.

Sighing, Marsha moved down from her husband's lap.

Abraham nodded, giving the woman complete access to do anything against him. Abraham leaned his back on the sofa and would enjoy all the actions that Marsha was taking.

The woman dared herself to touch the heirloom of the husband. Squeezing it slowly, his heart was pounding right now. However, his desire seemed to say to be able to do more. For that, Marsha again grasped the heirloom, moving it up and down. I can't tell how the husband reacted above.

Abraham got up, his hands moved quickly and precisely, and brought Marsha back to sit on his lap.

“It's enough, play it,” said Abraham later.

Both of them brought their lips to meet again, say hello, back to fencing, tasting, melu-mat, and kiss him more deeply. Both hands of Abraham, trying to lift the shirt worn by his wife, to make the shirt slip and Abraham immediately threw it. The man opened his eyes, when he saw the lace wrapping on his wife's chest area, a soft pink color. Unpermissioned, Abraham's hand squeezed the twin mound, pressed it slowly, one hand slipped behind Marsha's back to make the wrapper come off.

The man then took off the shirt he still used. Then he, stripped the remnants of the cloth attached to the bodies of the two. Abraham slightly raised Marsha's body, landing the woman's butt in his lap, over her thigh. Uniting the core of her two bodies, Marsha closed her eyes and squeezed her husband's hair.

“Ah, Mas,” de-sah at that time when felt the property of her husband who had pierced in as if hit the wall of her uterus. Marsha's wiggly fingers squeezed her husband's shoulders, and she scratched her face around her husband's neck.

Abraham brought his hand back down the soft skin of Marsha, felt it, gave touches that seemed to ignite the particles that made the body both more ignited, increasingly hot, and, and getting wet from the sweat that comes out just like that. Presents a clay and wet impression.

The man's lips moved and kissed the top of the peach, gave a sweep with his tongue, and gave small bites there. It does not take long, the peach peak was swollen and wet.

Marsha's waist moved following her instincts. In the forward and backward movement, he was getting more chaotic this time. Several times Marsha even moaned and increasingly gripped her husband's shoulder. Friction after friction that occurs makes both equally burned.

Marsha's body was curled sensually, in a desire that was vaguely felt as her husband's heirloom pressed down just below. Friction that is able to drain each gallon on his own body.

The woman bristled, as Abraham's fingers rolled down her skin, felt her thighs, and even toyed with her peaches. Both of them moved in a spark that seemed to be getting more and more embroidered.

Abraham was completely burned, until the man ceaselessly explored his wife's body. His fingers were busy twisting one peach, and his lips were devouring so greedily the other peach. Until the sighs repeatedly flowed from the lips of Marsha. The hot activity that actually burned both of them at this time.

“Ah, Mas .. I can't take it anymore,” the confession finally came out also from the lips of Marsha.

Yes, the woman felt that she had reached the limit of her defense. Can no longer be ignited by all the activities her husband does on her. This time, Marsha chose not to be a shy princess. Both are husband and wife. Her own husband had actually ignited her body with a surge, and had Marsha at her defensive limit.

Hearing the wife's confession, Abraham quickly moved, carrying Marsha in his arms, in his arms and laying her down. Abraham crushed him, but not to the point of pressing on his already bloated stomach.

“Shayang,” Abraham growled. Actually not only Marsha who ignited, himself also ignited.

The woman closed her eyes more and more as she felt the urge for the sake of insistence, blasphemy for the sake of blasphemy. The asductive movements that her husband made, going in and out, pressing and stabbing were absolutely heady.

Abraham opened his wife's legs. Placing himself right in the middle of it, directing his inheritance to the heavenly cup of his wife. Without warning, he entered.

Robust.

Deep.

Quick.

Stabbed until his grave sank into his wife's heavenly cup. The tight, warm, clutches inside led Abraham to close his eyes several times, a feeling that made the man lose his mind. Abraham finally realized that he could not survive any longer.

So Abraham growled, clutching Marsha's body with his hand. Until finally the chaotic and blasphemous movement of the seductives led Abraham to the abyss of endless pleasures. As the liquid of his love gushed in there, the man actually exploded, breaking out like sparks of fireworks with his fire flowers scattered in the sky.

Both of them are equally smashed, ignited by the burning love, and wrap both in the pleasure of love that they regrow together.