The Rich Widow

Resignedly

The wedding party is over. Everyone went back to their homes. So did Arman and Mrs Ira.

"Darling ... don't you want to carry me up to our bed?" madam Ira asked as she looked at Arman who was walking beside her.

Arman breathed heavily. "I'm tired, honey. All day standing up to greet your special guests, making my body all sick," replied Arman without turning a single glance towards Madame Ira.

"It's our wedding day, Mommy. Masa Masa refused to carry me up to the bed?" protest Mrs Ira while stopping her steps.

Her face bent and she looked annoyed when she met her new husband. Arman turned his head and noticed Madam Ira's unfriendly-looking expression. He walked up to her and would not obey the orders of the woman.

"Alright, let me carry it!"

Arman lifts Mrs Ira's body and takes her to their suite room. Madam Ira smiled with satisfaction. He wrapped his hands around Arman's nape and rested his head on the man's chest.

Upon arrival in the room, Arman put the middle-aged woman's sexy body on the bed slowly.

"I want to shower and change my clothes."

Madam Ira was silent while watching Arman who was now walking towards the bathroom. Madam Ira's sharp gaze continued on Arman until the man disappeared from behind the door.

"Hmmm, looking at her behavior, it seems like I have to carry out plan B so that my first night with Mas Arman goes smoothly," muttered Mrs Ira with a sly smile.

He grabbed something from inside the nightstand drawer. A demon pill that can make Arman lost control and can not stem the flames of his desire as a man.

"I'm glad I prepared this before. Because I'm sure it won't be that easy for Arman to touch me" he muttered again as he put the demon pill into a drink that was already available on the nightstand.

Meanwhile.

After stripping off his entire outfit, Arman rushed into the bath up. He drowned his entire body in a jumbo-sized tub and filled with warm water. Long enough Arman was in that position until finally he also popped his head from the water.

"I'm sorry, Nadira ..." she muttered with teary eyes.

A few minutes later.

Arman came out of the bathroom. He walked over to the wardrobe while trying to dry his wet hair with a small towel.

The man looked at Madam Ira who was sitting on the edge of the bed. After that, he immediately shifted his eyes.

"Mas Arman, come here!"

"In a moment, I want to take my sleeping pajamas first," replied Arman without turning her head towards him.

"No need, Mom. No need to wear anything tonight. Isn't this our first night?" Madam Ira walked over to Arman who was now standing in front of the wardrobe.

The closet door that has been opened, is now closed again by Mrs Ira. After that he began to push Arman's burly body towards their bed while smiling seductively.

Arman breathed a heavy breath. "Yes, I remember."

"Good! Now do your job well. Your life depends on your service tonight, Mas Arman. The better your bed game, the bigger the fun you will produce for your child and wife" he said with a grin.

Arman sat on the edge of the bed with his gaze still fixed on Mrs Ira. The middle-aged woman took out a glass containing a drink that had been mixed with the demon pill she had just put in. He grinned again and handed the glass to Arman.

"Drink, Mrs Arman! After drinking this, you will definitely be more excited," he said again.

Arman grabbed the drink. Although Mrs Ira said nothing about the drink. However, he already knew that the drink was no longer pure.

"I know you've put something in this drink, don't you, Ira."

Madam Ira chuckled softly. "Yes, that's right. You know why? Because I'm sure you won't be that easy to touch me. So, you better just drink that drink because he'll really help you do your job well."

Without thinking long, Arman immediately downed the drink in front of Mrs Ira until the drink was also said. The middle-aged woman smiled with satisfaction. Now they just have to wait for the time, where Arman will feel the sensation of heat is extraordinary and need someone to channel his desire.

While waiting for the drink to react, Madam Ira began to take off the wedding dress as well as some accessories that were still attached to her beautiful body. Now the woman stood in front of Arman wearing only dallam clothes. Braa and cd are made of thin brocade cloth to make his personal area look perfect.

As a normal man, presented such a thing in plain sight, made his desire rise. However, with all his heart he tried to hold back his desire. It was even seen several times that Arman swallowed the saliva with great difficulty.

Madam Ira was waving in front of Arman, displaying her sexy curves. He climbed into Arman's lap and began to kiss the man.

"Ehm, ah ...." Arman was struggling slowly when Mrs Ira planted a warm kiss on the neck of the man's level. Not enough to get there, now Mrs Ira is getting more passionate and continues to give her naughty kisses almost all over the neck and chest of Arman.

"Ira ... akh .. stop," Arman said on the sidelines of a small sigh that now sounded more intense.

"Why, Mas? You don't like it?" Madam Ira looked at Arman with a grin.

"Bu-not that, Ira. It's just .. akh!" he continued and returned to grief.

"What is it, Mom? Are you no longer able to resist your desires?"

Madam Ira pushed Arman's body slowly until he was lying on the bed. His supine body made Madam Ira more easily control her body. Madame Ira pulled a towel that still covered part of Arman's private area and threw it in any direction.

The woman grinned when she saw junior Arman who had apparently risen and hardened. The object clawed in front of Mrs Ira and made the woman unable to touch it.

"Look, Mas. Even your juniors have stood up straight. Do you still want to dodge and say that you have no desire for me?"

Arman was silent with his eyes closed. The caress and gentle touch of Mrs Ira made her completely complacent. Coupled with the effects of the demon pill that had begun to control his body, until he forgot his promises.

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