The Forbidden Desire of the Wife

Another Man's Shadow

"I miss you, Ayang." 

Melvin spoke in his deep voice. The man stared fixedly at Marsha's face there. Even slowly Melvin carried his hand aside from the side of Marsha's face. I bought it so soft. 

But Marsha seemed to gasp. Even the woman sighed and tried to fortify herself. The one who touched her was her own husband, but it was precisely the excitement that filled Marsha's heart today. 

"Sorry yes to my rude attitude towards you" Melvin said again. 

Now the index finger of the man who touched the fold of the lower lip belongs to Marsha. Giving a swab on the surface of the skin that chewy. 

Marsha turned her face away, unprepared for all the possibilities between herself and Melvin. Melvin is her husband, and has full rights over her. However, now Marsha feels unable to open up to Melvin. What is this feeling? Why did his heart and self react? 

Melvin is getting closer, eroding the distance between the two faces which is only an inch. The man had even tilted his face, and was ready to land his lips on Marsha's lips. But Marsha was throwing her face away. So Melvin's lips only hit his cheeks. 

Seeing Marsha's reaction, Melvin smiles and then brings Marsha's face to face with her. 

"Why you?" ask Melvin. 

"It's okay" Marsha replied. 

The woman stood up, moved away from Melvin and neutralized his claustrophobic roar of breath. Only Melvin wanted to touch her, but Marsha felt something like this. 

Melvin also stood up, the man clutching Marsha's body from behind. Clutching him, his hand moved to the shoulder, arm, to the palm of Marsha's hand. Put a touch there. 

"Who, can it be for today? Now," Melvin said in a raucous, deep voice. 

Marsha felt wrong. Was it really just her husband who was wanting her so spoke softly. Meanwhile, if you do not want it could Melvin will return to speak rudely to him? 

There is no definitive answer yet from Marsha, but Melvin's hand has infiltrated the back of the t-shirt that Marsha is wearing. Giving a swab on his wife's back, even that hand opened the hook hidden behind Marsha's back. When the hook is removed, the chunks of peaches on the chest also seem to lose their support. 

Melvin revealed to the top of the shirt worn by Marsha, until now the top of the woman was fully open. Melvin carries her lips down Marsha's back. Giving kiss after kiss on that smooth, white back. His hands moved and squeezed Marsha's peaches. Twisting the tip, even giving small pinches at the top of the chest. 

Marsha closed her eyes, no doubt the touch given her husband so melenakan. However, Marsha is still confused with her feelings. More damn, when Melvin down the curves of femininity in his body, precisely what Marsha imagined now is Abraham. 

It is certainly an incorrect mind. What came to his mind now was Abraham. Marsha closed her eyes and bit her deep lips. Restrained so that his mouth does not open and call with de-san the name of his ex. 

"Ah, A ..," said Marsha in a choked manner. 

The A he meant and wanted him to voice was Abraham, not Ayang who called unfortunately for Melvin. 

"Yes, Ayang" said Melvin. 

Then Melvin lifted the shirt he was wearing, took it off and threw away the origin. More than that, Melvin also passed the remnants of the thread attached to the body of the two. 

As usual, Melvin directs the heirloom to Marsha's mouth. He asked his wife to satisfy him. Pressing Marsha's head to deepen her activity, then the man smiled. 

"Thanks Ay," he said. 

Melvin is now overrunning Marsha's body. The man did whatever he wanted to over Marsha's body. Sanding the valley down there with his finger. Giving a swab there, even the prick he gave with his middle finger. 

Marsha who gasps becomes a scene that makes Melvin more dark eyes. Feeling that his wife's property had gotten wet, Melvin then opened up Marsha's thighs. The man placed himself between the two thighs and blew away his remains. 

Slowly, until the movement increases to be fast and faster. Melvin growled many times. The man is snuffled to keep moving, take in the peak of romance that he achieved with Marsha. 

Stripping deeper, stabbing more and more, and stomping in a similar rhythm. The clutches of the heavenly cup down there made Melvin close his eyes. 

"Aang," said Melvin with a move increasingly wild, like uncontrollable again. 

Marsha simply held her breath and tried to hold her de-sanctuary from coming out. Because, when Melvin overcame him, it was Abraham's shadow that appeared in his mind today. When Melvin hit him deeply, Marsha saw Abraham's face there. 

This feeling is not right. Very forbidden, therefore in the midst of the pleasure that Marsha enjoyed there was a heart that was heartwarming and tight. 

At the threshold of his movement, Melvin moved increasingly quickly. Until finally the man felt an explosion from inside him. Melvin collapses over Marsha's body with a sweat that adds the impression of clay and warmth in the plain body of both. 

"Love U Ayang" said Melvin. 

Marsha was silent again. Melvin's body on top of his body actually makes Marsha shed tears. Not tears of pleasure, but tears for the feelings and illicit shadows of another man as he steps up to the height of his passionate romance with her husband.

I remember you, Bram… 

All the money my husband made just now was just my mind filled with you. 

How's this Bram? 

What is this feeling? 

Why my heart is so tight. 

Marsha spoke with her own heart, and suppressed the tightness in the chest. There wasn't even a close embrace he gave Melvin as the man's body collapsed and trembled over his body.