Widow Kepentok Duda

You're mine

The night was getting late, after the conversation Farzan and Sandra chose to lie in bed while telling other things. Somehow the two can not sleep, maybe because they are actually nervous, because now are on a bed with a status that has been tied to each other.

“Sleep, you must be tired all day talking with guests,” said Farzan while rubbing Sandra's hair.

Sandra covered her lips, then nodded her head before closing her eyes.

Farzan also tried to close his eyes, until the room was quiet with a slightly dim light.

There was a rumbling sound and an irregular heartbeat, whether it was the heartbeat of Farzan or Sandra, perhaps even both, it seemed that both of them were truly feeling an overwhelming nervousness.

The two suddenly shifted their sleeping position until tilted facing each other, then opened their eyelids together, until their gazes were rubbed against each other, especially the distance they were so close.

“San.”

“Ya.”

Farzan poked his lips, looking at Sandra's face which was becoming more and more attractive to him.

“Can I have you?” ask Farzan a little carefully.

Sandra folded her lips inward, then nodded her head allowing.

Both of them have never had a husband-wife relationship, Sandra is widowed, while Farzan is tired of ex-wives, making the two of them a little nervous now was the first thing for both of them.

Farzan brought his face closer, touching their lips. As it happened, Sandra closed her eyelids, feeling the warm touch of the man's lips against hers.

The two get more and more dissolved in passion, slowly the kiss leads them to a hotter activity. Farzan began to take off his clothes as well as Sandra, the man supported the woman who had become his wife, giving a small kiss and also a touch on the woman's body. Sandra herself began to feel the strange gelenyar continue to spread in the body, long she did not get the touch, until what Farzan did felt so foreign to her.

Finally they did the unification of two bodies, slowly exploring activities that they did not do long. Farzan spurred Sandra's body slowly, with a regular rhythm of pushing in the wife's narrow valley. Sandra closed her eyes, both palms squeezed sheets that could be achieved, long time she did not do a relationship like this, now the core feels narrow and torn like the beginning of marriage first.

With their hunting breaths they race each other to nirvana, the sweat that manifests in the forehead and temples as evidence of their first activity as lawful spouses. Small villages continue to escape on the lips, rain after rain began to feel full of stifling cavities. Until finally the high waves began to roll the two, Farzan's body tightened when something from inside his body began to flow flooding the narrow cavity of Sandra.

Sandra herself felt her chest rise and fall irregularly due to the gasping breath due to the activity. He felt his core cavity feel full before then feeling warm with lava flowing in it.

The two looked at each other, clearly Sandra's face reddened with embarrassment. Farzan reviewed the smile, then landed a kiss on the eyelids to the forehead of his wife.

“I love you so much.”

The speech was like a speck of sunlight that was so warm to the chest, making the red hue on Sandra's face even more noticeable.

“Finally you really belong to me,” said Farzan again and again kissed Sandra's lips at a glance, before then choosing to lay down beside Sandra.

Farzan deliberately did not immediately ask Sandra to clean up, hoping that the seeds that had just been released, there would be a living and could grow in the womb there. Before they were married, Sandra and Farzan had agreed that they would not delay having a baby if God wanted to. Sandra herself was almost forty years old, not expecting much but trying.