The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 56

Amara slightly regretted her decision after asking for the cursed clothes from Bian. The encouragement of jealousy after reading Tiara's message made him unable to think clearly.

Now, for almost two hours she was inside the bathroom— pacing around a little restless while biting her lips.

For the thousandth time Amara turned and faced the mirror, observing the exact reflection of herself as a seductress. In vain Amara asked Bian to call the salon and gymnastics instructor twice a week to the villa.

Amara used to be not so good at making up, but of course she is no stranger to various types of make up look. Five months into a widow and working as a biduan as well as 'background development', it inevitably makes Amara sometimes required to look in such a way.

Now, after nearly a year of not wearing makeup from pregnancy to childbirth, Amara herself is shocked by the reflection of her face on the large mirror in front of her.

It could be that he even swept mascara that is so thick that his eyelashes look more pliable and bushy. In fact, he flipped his eyes with a thin line of eyeliner, giving rise to a dramatic impression.

At first he was not sure about choosing bronze-colored eyeshadow on his eyelids that sometimes looked cute. Now, the sweep of blush on nude also seems to make Amara's cheekbones look more thin.

She pulled a sheet of tissue from her box, unsure if Bian would like the color of the lipstick on her red wine lips combined with light brown.

Amara was just about to wipe the lipstick when there was a knock on the bathroom door and Bian's voice sounded anxious when he asked, "Ra, you're okay, right?"

"No!" Amara swallowed with great difficulty. "I haven't—"

"I'm in, huh? You've had almost two hours in the dalem. What the hell is going on?"

Amara glanced at the rotating knob before finally the door swung open. She reflexively snatched the hanging white kimono towel before Bian appeared, then put it on in a hurry while jumping into the shower room.

From the reflection of the mirror, Bian frowned when he saw Amara looked clumsy. The woman seemed to be bowing her head while tying the kimono strap, and Bian had no idea how nervous Amara was at the moment.

Actually, Bian didn't really know why two hours ago Amara asked him for the thin nightgown.

Bian did not deny that he wanted to immediately make love to his wife. However, the way Amara asked for it in annoyance made Bian a little awkward.

Then, after Bian gave five sets of nightgowns of various colors and models for Amara to choose for herself, the woman immediately rushed down to the room downstairs.

In fact, until Bian accompanied Alif to sleep at ten, then made milk for Biandra, Amara still never returned to their room.

So, no wonder if he was getting worried and decided to see what happened to his wife.

While walking towards the granite sink facing the shower room, Bian glanced at a bunch of messy makeup equipment, catokan that was still connected to the outlet, wads of tissue with lipstick patches, etc, and the white T-shirt that Amara used to wear is now smeared on the floor.

"Don't come here!" peekkik Amara when Bian turned to the shower room door and found Amara looking ragged behind the ice glass. "I'll be out when it's over."

It was only then that Bian realized the appearance of his wife. With a small smile and looking at Amara's beautiful face, Bian stepped in even though the woman was glaring at him full of threats.

"Why keep getting angry anyway? What's up?" bian asked as he reached out to pull Amara closer.

However, the woman actually pushed Bian out of the shower room while hissing irritably, "Think of it yourself!"

"Why would you think that your man was suddenly angry like this?" Bian pulled Amara's wrist closer, then pinched her chin for the woman to look up at him.

Bian stared at the bead of Amara's reddened eyes burning with anger, framed lashes of lentic swept mascara. Highlight the woman's eyes looked aggressive and made Bian increasingly wonder in his heart, what makes the wife so angry?

"You said to me, was there a deal you made with Tiara? What were you talking about when you met the mallem?" Finally, Amara could not help herself to not vent the jealousy that controlled her heart.

Bian exhaled helplessly, again Tiara who made Amara angry. "He called?"

"Yes!" Amara's voice was stained with faltering breath. "Three times he called, trus chat you asked to contact him. He even nitiped his apartment address to the villa keeper ..."

Amara parried Bian's hand and squeezed the man's shirt, her eyes kept locking on to Bian's dark eyes, while jealousy burned her whole heart until her body trembled.

"You said the same to me," continued Amara, deliberately emphasizing each of his words, "Have you missed his address? Do you want to meet him and return him?"

"No, Ra. I never thought about going back to him. Why are you still stuck in the same trouble, honey?" Bian tucked one hand into the nape of Amara. "I can't go back to him. And I didn't even know he had a nitipin address. Trust me, Ra ..."

"Lied!" Amara sulks. "You never even said that Tiara ever called you—"

"I'm being honest about the gift just that you're angry until you get a taste of it" Bian's voice sounded helpless. "If I'd been honest with you more, I don't know how angry you would be."

"Yes, but if I don't confiscate you, you won't tell me, either, if Tiara calls you?"

"Ra, I've said to you, not all things you should know that in the end will only be the seeds of your thinking disease—"

"But I need to know how much you love me, how far you have missed your ex. I'm just afraid you're gonna turn your back on me and betray me if we ever have a problem."

Bian raised an eyebrow and looked at Amara seriously. He reached out and gently stroked Amara's cheek. "You never thought, do I have any reason to betray you and turn away from you? You're beautiful, you're perfect, you—"

"There is always a reason for a man to cheat. In fact, even though a man already has a wife who makes him comfortable, if there is an opportunity from this Tiara type woman who he says is ready to wait for you to make a return, the man must have alibi from his wife by saying, 'I'm comfortable with my wife, but being with you I'm more comfortable'. Men always have millions of reasons to cheat, especially if there is a chance—"

"And I won't let that opportunity in" Bian said confidently.

Amara stared fixedly at Bian, trying to trust and hold his words.

"But your ex-wife who specs like Aura love you still betray, how do I continue to be the same as me who—"

"Stop feeling the smallest self," Bian scolded as he pulled Amara into a hug. "You're the only woman I've got by force. You're the only woman who makes my life feel more alive, and if you want to know how much I love you— let me tell you now."

Then, Bian lifted Amara's waist, carrying the woman until Amara wrapped her legs on Bian's waist.

While walking out of the bathroom, Bian kissed Amara's head which buried her face on her shoulder, while Amara held her arms around Bian's neck with both hands.

Bian gulped with difficulty while laying Amara on the bed.

The woman pulled the kimono strap to display a transparent black nightwear.

Amara's skin seemed to glow under the lights of the room, and it made Bian's throat feel more dry.

The lingerie is designed so that Amara does not wear a bra, so Bian can see the pay* for Amara that pops up looking tight.

"You're beautiful" said Bian raspingly.

The kiss that originally started gently, slowly turned into demanding. Amara opened her lips, letting Bian's tongue explore every inch of the oral cavity.

The man groans whenever Amara returns Bian's kisses possessively, intensely, and slowly turns violent.

Amara felt wild booms begin to spread as Bian fell on her. Her warm hands touched every inch of Amara's hot skin due to the rapid bloodshed.

The man took off the link of their lips as Amara's breathing began to pant. Then, his lips rolled around Amara's neck. Bian's increasingly hot breathing ran through Amara's shoulder, passing the rope of the dress so small before Bian finally lowered the rope of the dress. Freeing the pay*for Amara who was not wearing a bra, the woman's body stiffened, her breasts*had gotten tighter.

Bian lowered his head, looking at him like a starving tiger that had just managed to get the hunt.

"My dear wife," said Bian, closing his lips to the top of Amara's breast, kissing her thirstily until his warm tongue lingered there. "You're the prettiest woman I've ever had."

Then, Bian continued browsing— gave a tickling sensation to Amara until the woman touched Bian's head, tucking the fingers into the man's hair and squeezing it when Bian bites the little— leaves a kissmark in some places that makes Amara fudge favors.

As if it was not enough to just touch Amara's body with his hands, Bian spoiled Amara by kissing every inch of his body with full of adoration.

Bian's lips slowly descend pay*dara Amara, down her stomach from behind a transparent dress and end there— in a special area belonging to Amara and make the woman's body more tense.

"Don't open the dress" said Amara, biting her lips, a little more insecure as the man was about to pull off the outfit. "There's a strech mark there. You can't see, ilfeel."

Bian looked up at Amara, aware that his wife was losing confidence again. However, Bian tries to convince Amara that it is no big deal.

"You're the perfect woman, honey," whispered Bian who then pulled off the dress.

A few red strokes did not bother Bian. He had seen Amara's body so smoothly, and realized that the red streak was obtained by Amara after containing Biandra.

So, there's no reason for Bian not to love Amara more. Yang Bian knew, he had to make Amara come back as confident as ever. All he could do at this time was to adore and praise his wife with all his heart, appreciate and affirm that Bian never demanded anything perfect, especially just because of a little bit of a spele stroke.

As if not wanting their concentration to split, Bian pulled the only cloth that covered Amara's lower body. Kick loose in one pull, then back down and kiss the wife's special area.

Amara's body grew tense, her hips raised as Bian swept her tongue in sensual movements, giving off a foreign wild sensation that she had never felt.

"Nr ..." One stifled groan finally escaped from Amara's esophagus as Bian's lip and tongue movements became more urgent.

Amara lifted her head, squeezing Bian's hair as g@ir@hnya thrashed, asking Bian to immediately finish h@sr@tnya. "I can't stand it."

Amara's desire makes Bian more enthusiastic to kiss Amara's property, deliberately lingering playing lips there.

Amara held onto the shoulder of Bian who was still wearing full clothes, asking the man to come over because he needed to hug her.

Bian keeps the body away, passing the shirt off the top of the head in a quick motion. Then stripped his pants until their bodies were now plain, without a thread covering them.

Bian didn't give Amara what she wanted. It was good to see the woman thrashing and passing a passionate moan. Passion that makes Bian want to play a little longer with his wife. After all, Bian knew he would instantly explode if they were to instantly fuse together.

So, he chose to satisfy Amara first.

Bian turned back on Amara. Support the body with next to his muscular arms. She kissed Amara's lips possessively and intensely, while her hands went back to playing around there.

"Nr ..." Once again Amara sighed when Bian put one finger in there, both thighs were getting tense so that they were able to bite Bian's index finger there. "I can't stand it. I want it."

"What interest, dear?" Bian teases Amara, deliberately playing around longer with his wife.

The explosion of passion in Bian's eyes flared up when he saw his wife thrashing under his cage. He likes to see Amara's aggressive moves, wild moves that make Bian's fantasies even more blind.

Amara squeezed Bian's sturdy shoulders, slightly clawing at him as he was tormented by an increasingly subdued desire to be expelled.

"The pot, uh!" Amara gritted her teeth, eager to hit Bian because the man never put their bodies together. "Try a damn, Om."

Bian smelled a smile as he kissed Amara's lips. While her fingers moved more slowly, leaving Amara tormented by her needs.

"Call me first husband, not om" said Bian, kissing Amara's cheek and passing an urgent groan, aware that Bian himself also wanted to immediately unite with his wife.

Amara desperately wanted to strangle her husband, realizing that he was playing a game with her. However, Amara does not care about it, the need and urgency of passion make him not ashamed to be more than an ******. He needs to finish g@ir@hnya.

"My husband, I want that," said Amara finally, relented because he could no longer bear to be united.

"What interest, Love?" Bian's hand stopped moving there until he could feel Amara pulsing again.

"Pengen is said, I can't stand it." Amara claws at Bian's back, thrashing and eager to take control.

"Hold out loud, darling, I miss listening to*******you." Bian's voice grew hoarse as Amara moved her hips, making Bian want to immediately replace his finger that Amara had clamped with hers.

Amara felt her head almost explode, so she immediately shouted out in full supplication, "My husband, I can't take it anymore, sneak."

Bian smiled in satisfaction, then pulled off his finger and widened both of Amara's legs. Bian held his breath, while trying to fuse their bodies— was worried that he would instantly explode when he successfully fused.

Amara squeezed the pillow, surprised when Bian's property seemed to fill her body, giving her warmth that she had not felt for too long.

Bian's eyes darkened as he managed to break through and fuse the body. He was silent for a moment, taking many breaths.

However, when Amara moved her hips impatiently, Bian immediately squeezed Amara's rear bumper while groaning, "Honey, don't get dredged, I can immediately explode."

"But I can't stand it, same want—"

Amara's speech is interrupted when Bian suddenly kisses her aggressively, while her body moves quickly until Amara twists both legs on Bian's calf.

Without being controlled, the two are aggressively competing to reach one destination— the peak of enjoyment. Desires and groans escaped from their throats as the focus was both conical.

Bian pushes the body, as Amara delivers the beat of happiness that drags Bian and makes him stray in indescribable waves.

"My husband," Amara screeched as the h@sr@t finally exploded, "I love you."

"I love you too, Ra." Bian groaned triumphantly as he let down the final turmoil, filling Amara's body with his turbulent h@sr@tnya. "I need you, need you ...." Once again Bian stomped Amara's body while groaning @ng favors, "Need you, My wife."