The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 58

"Bun, Alif's drinking water has been put in the bag, right?" Once again Alif made sure to Amara. "Yesterday when Alif wanted to drink nyariin bottle in the bag is not there."

"That's why you forgot to enter, but it's ready at the dinner table." Amara chuckled slightly as she leaned over the red and white uniform that Alif wore.

Bian walked down the steps while carrying Biandra, preparing to take Alif to school. Hearing the conversation of Amara and Alif Bian immediately advised slowly, "Makanya sister studied independently, do not ngandelin Si Bunda continue. Kan brother knows the Mother if early in the morning bothered with Biandra. Not to mention you want a lot, want this breakfast. Try— again"

"Udahlah, Om, just like that why should be in trouble anyway?" Amara turned and approached Bian, and took Biandra from her husband's lap. "There, you anterin Alif first, later we misfortune to go to the hospital."

Alif jumped up and down in excitement near Amara to kiss the hands of Biandra who was no longer wearing clothespin.

"Biandra gemesin really, really," cried Alif with gnashed teeth. "Son't go to school first, huh, Dee?" Once again Alif kissed Biandra's cheek while swiping her nose.

"Sister, you'll have to go home from school to be picked up by your mother, okay?" amara reminded me.

"Emang Papa same Mother to the hospital long ago?" Alif reached out to greet his mother.

"We're afraid we're home late" Bian explained as he grabbed Alif's bag on the sofa. "Later home from the hospital Papa the same Mother directly pick Alif to the mother's house."

"Bring another cake, huh, Bund?" Alif smiled cheerfully when he saw Amara nodding in agreement.

Amara nodded and kissed Alif's cheek. "Learn the poor, yes, Sister .... I love you."

"How could you say I love you to Alif?" grumbling Bian while glancing at Amara. "Where have I ever said I love you like that?"

"More ..." Amara laughed at Bian's jealous expression. "The Semalem I've told you dear Om a lot."

"But that's not saying I love you, Ra," Bian complained.

Amara pushed Bian's back with one of her hands while continuing to laugh. "What a heck like that little boy, jealous of all the same children themselves."

Bian pursed his lips in a kiss, then lowered his head to swipe the nose on Biandra's cheek. "What do you want, Ra?"

"Nothing. Udah you hunt directly home again, I want to be ready, ntar hold Biandra if it has been bathed."

"Ready, my Mother."

So, Bian immediately left after once again landing a brief kiss on his wife's lips. Amara then went upstairs and took care of Biandra while Bian delivered Alif to school.

Amara had a mandatory bath when she wanted to perform dawn prayers, just like Bian. However, her body broke into a sweat after standing in front of the stove to prepare breakfast for her husband and son.

Not to mention the small activities that Amara also did: preparing uniforms and school needs, ironing a set of clothes to go, to tidy up the room.

Not that Bian did not help, but as usual, Amara preferred if she was active in doing household activities.

So, no wonder if now his body feels sticky again after finishing bathing Biandra and giving her milk.

Amara decided to take another shower. Didn't want to speculate his body would be uncomfortable with sweat on the way to the hospital. He left the Biandra in a basket, playing classic box music hanging over the place. He knew the Biandra would definitely fall asleep if his stomach was full.

Nevertheless, still Amara did not linger in the bathroom— just to eliminate the smell of sweat because he had shampooed earlier at dawn.

Bian was only gone for no less than twenty minutes. So, as soon as he returned to the villa, Bian immediately entered and moved into their room.

When Bian opened the room door, Amara was drying her body with a towel. The freshness of the lavender-scented liquid soap burst into the nose as Bian walked in. However, what is more refreshing to the eye is the view that is now not separated from Bian's vision.

"It's customary to never get in the door!" Amara snorted as she glared at Bian, her hand again grabbing the towel from the top of the bed she had just released. "Closed eyes! I don't wear clothes!"

"Don't bother closing it like that, honey." Bian chuckled as he walked over to his wife who was standing between the end of the bed and the dressing table, while his hands seemed busy wrapped around the towel to cover his innocent body. "I've been squirming everything."

Amara acted alert and gritted her teeth as Bian stepped closer. "Don't come here!"

"Tell," said Bian who immediately grabbed Amara's waist and pulled her into an embrace.

Amara held a towel wrapped around her chest when she suddenly landed a kiss on her neck while whispering hoarsely, "Enak very well, Ra, smell you. Make people lust, you know?"

Instead of removing his embrace from Amara's waist, Bian actually pushed his body until Amara's body receded backwards to hit the closet.

"If I say I don't want to, what?" Bian's lips moved mischievously around Amara's neck, while his hands locked onto her body to prevent her from rebelling. "The breakfast is not complete yet, I want to eat you first."

Amara growled in annoyance, but she almost gave up when Bian's wet kiss on her neck seemed to send a warm sensation creeping all over her body.

Next to Amara's hand was still holding the towel knot, so as not to be separated from his body. However, one hand again reflexively held Bian's head as the man kissed his open shoulder.

"Om, we've had it twice" said Amara, holding back the tickling sensation that made her stomach tense. Her cheeks were hot as she recalled the wild scene that Bian had done at the dinner table when the man could not control her g@ir@hnya.

"But not three times, dear." Bian's voice turned raucous as he scooped up Amara's pay*dara, squeezing from behind the towel in a sensual gesture. "I said I wanted it three times."

Although having sex with a husband and wife is not impossible to do, but the passion of Bian last night who asked him to try various styles made Amara a little embarrassed.

Not to mention, the man knew very well how to make Amara thrash under his touch. He doesn't know why last night was so wild with Bian.

In fact, Bian let Amara freely sigh and shout when the man gave a million new pleasures. So, when Bian kissed her now, Amara couldn't help but get swept away by Bian's masterful tongue-in-cheek play.

The man linked his lips to Amara's lips,****** and tasted so thirsty that Amara was almost out of breath to compensate.

In the end, Amara resigned when Bian pulled the simple towel so that it hummed under their bodies.

"Honey, said Bian while looking at Amara's moist and fresh body. "I want it again now, just a minute."

"What moment?" moaning Amara rasping. "Semalem is also old, until my feet are cramped, then you stop."

Bian smiled mischievously as he kissed Amara's cheek. Then back down, lingering looking as his hand played pay*dara his wife.

Bian could see Amara's stomach tightening, while his quick breath made Bian's passion again explode. It is not difficult for Bian to guess that now Amara is also equally burning passion. Especially when he slipped one hand between the folds of his wife's thigh, touched her fingers there and whispered hoarsely, "You're wet, Ra. Tell me you want to."

Amara was unable to answer, because what Bian said was true. So, no wonder if now he immediately resigned when Bian stripped the buckle and took off the pants.

Amara glanced at the clock at a glance, the time showing seven o'clock past fifteen minutes. They had to go to the pediatrician at nine in the morning.

Amara didn't want to speculate Bian would spend as much time as last night, almost an hour in full as they spent the second round of romance.

He thought it would be faster if he took control for their romance this time. Finally she pushed Bian onto the bed and crawled up on the body of her now lying husband and groaned low.

Just to shorten the time, that's all.

Unfortunately, when they begin to fuse and Amara is bending the body, in the end the passion that dominates them until they both forget time.

If last night Bian showed how much love he had for Amara, now Amara was the one who showed Bian the advantages of having a wife who was stricken with blind jealousy.

"Honey, you're amazingly delicious," Bian groaned full of pleasure as Amara moved aggressively over her body. He squeezed pay*for his wife who was twitching in front of his face. "I'd go crazy if you thought you were this, honey."

Bian couldn't bear to not squeeze both of Amara's rear bumpers, shaking the woman's waist while she moved her body.

Amara groans and tells her that she is about to explode, begging Bian for the man to finish and take over immediately. Amara did not know how wild her body movements were, but she was helpless when Bian now switched over her body.

Amara's body trembled as the passion shackling her soul finally came loose. However, Bian is not over. He flipped Amara's body to lie on his stomach, then re-united the body and moved intensely.

"Om ..," Amara passed the whimper for the umpteenth time as the man rained deeper. While Bian's lips continue to guerrilla on Amara's back, showering passionate kisses until it ends a lustful bite at the nape of his neck. "I'm red, too."

"No way, honey," said Bian as he scooped Amara's hair, stroking her ears until Amara's body trembled. "Well, two months I want to fuck wild like this with you."

So, Amara lets Bian unleash a delinquent fantasy. He gives Bian what he wants, and Bian takes everything his wife gives him.

The two mendayu-dayu, memagma orgasm with love until the sweat-spirits wet the bodies of the two men who were hit by g@ir@h blindly.