Destiny Gintani
The Most Beautiful Khilaf

The night is getting late. The sound of rainwater has now turned into the gurgling of water that has fallen to the earth. Argha blinked as his hand touched Gintani's wet sweat shirt.

Argha pulled his hand. He walked on his tiptoes towards the wardrobe and took his wife's nightgown. After that, he went to the bathroom to clean himself up. After changing her clothes, Argha returned. Slowly, he unzipped his wife's shirt. Argha pulls Gintani's hand. But his movements make Gintani wake up.

"Ma... Mas.., what are you doing?" ask Gintani, slowly.

"Ba.your clothes are wet, Gin. A.. I was about to replace it with your nightgown" replied Argha, nervous.

"Let me alone" said Gintani, rising. He began to set his foot about to go to the bathroom. But again he was dead. His heavy head and limp body, made him have no strength to stand upright.

Argha captures Gintani's body. He again sat Gintani on the bed.

"Don't argue anymore! Let me help you" said Argha.

"But, I'm ashamed, Mas!"

"Do you want me to lend you a helmet?" haggar Argha.

"For?" gintani asked, astonished.

"To cover your face, so as not to feel ashamed again," replied Argha, origin.

"Mas..ih.., I'm serious!" gintani Whimpek.

Ah..., a very sweet whimper in Argha's ear. Somehow Argha really liked the voice of Gintani who was sulking like that.

"Close your eyes! I promise, I will not go beyond the limits" replied Argha.

Gintani nodded, and Gintani believed all her husband said. Gintani believed that Argha would not do anything indecent. Isn't there still an agreement that requires them to limit each other?

Gintani closed her eyes as she felt her clothes begin to rise upwards. As for Argha, he had to take pains to hold back his passion that saw the body of his wife who was only clad in lacy glasses and safety triangles. Argha felt Gintani's back feel sticky due to bathing in sweat.

"Gin !" call Argha, slow down.

"Why, Mas?" gintani replied still in a closed-eye fashion.

"Your body is sticky.. I'm using warm water, huh?"

Gintani was silent.

"Gin, his sleep will not be comfortable if it is not cleaned. Want, huh?" persuade Argha.

Still closed, Gintani nodded.

Argha pulled out the folded blanket at the end of the bed. He also wrapped the half-plain body of his wife using the blanket. Argha went back to the bathroom to get some warm water and also a small towel.

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Argha climbed into his bed and kept a warm water container next to him.

"Sorry, Gin!" lirih.

Argha's hands began to open the lacy glasses hook. Slowly, Argha lowered the object to escape from his wife's innocent body. Argha started wetting the small towel and squeezing it. Little by little he rubbed Gintani's back up to her waist. Many times Argha swallowed his saliva because he saw the smooth body of his wife who was pure white.

Argha's hand began to stretch out to the front. His little towel touched two white-colored hills that were still very dense. Argha's eyes closed feeling a tremendous sensation as his arm touched the top of the hill that felt supple. Although small, but the circle is able to destroy its defense. The burly hand started down the twin hills and stopped below. Argha re-wetted the towel and began to clean the stomach of Gintani.

Gintani closed her eyes as her husband's breath touched her neck.

Argha's hands still continued to make circular movements around his wife's belly. He propped his chin on Gintani's right shoulder. His eyes began to feel blurry due to the mist he was feeling. "Gin!" call Argha, raucous.

Gintani opened her eyes. He saw that the burly hand was wrapped around his waist. Gintani rested her back and head on her husband's chest. Their body language hints if they want each other.

Gintani nodded, agreeing to her husband's request. Gintani's body sank as Argha's hand stripped off his safety triangle.

"Mh...Oh...!" lirih Gintani while covering the area of the hill overgrown with black grass with both hands.

Argha smiled, he felt anxious to see his wife cover the area with her eyes closed. Argha wet his towel again. One by one, he began to clean both of his wife's groins. Today, Argha enjoys her role as a husband who is helping his wife with the wiping.

Gintani is like a helpless baby. She could only give up on what her husband was doing.

After completing his task, Argha kept his little towel in dirty water and wiped his wife's body. Suddenly, Argha leaned in and began to kiss Gintani's navel.

The hot air that came out of her husband's mouth, made Gintani's body squirm for a moment.

Argha was increasingly tormented by his desires. He looked at Gintani full of cravings.

"Gin...!" call, hoarse. "Bo..can I touch you?" continued.

Gintani. He did not agree, but also did not refuse when Argha's lips touched his face.

The lips continue to shrink the entire surface of the face of Gintani's ayu. Eyes, nose, forehead, eyebrows, cheeks, none of the parts that are missed from the oval-shaped face. Until finally, the kiss boils down to tiny pink lips.

Mutual sweeping, interlocked and exchanging saliva, is now a sensation for the young couple. Without letting go of his pagutan, Argha's hands began to guerrilla around the twin hills of his wife. Occasionally he plays a spongy circle that looks reddish brown. It was very tempting for Argha, as if calling him to take a sip immediately.

Argha began to break the pagutannya and divert it down the barren twin hills. His tongue swept across the area while occasionally twisting the small, chewy object. Argha's hand continued to guerrilla until it touched the hill overgrown with black grass. The ignorant hand began to split the valley and touched the flat object tucked between the two valleys. Slowly, Argha walked down the surface of the object with the tip of his index finger.

Gintani's body increasingly jolted to feel the sensation he had just felt for the first time.

Not wanting to stop there, the ignorant index finger began to enter the forbidden cave door. Without excuse, the index finger entered slowly. Make the owner of the cave emit a melodious sound that flows beautifully in Argha's ears.

Argha looks happy to see the facial expression of Gintani who began to be tormented by his treatment. Slowly, Argha began to push back his index finger in Gintani's forbidden cave. A few minutes later, a warm liquid began to wet Argha's hands.

Not wanting to miss an opportunity that seemed to happen once in his lifetime, Argha immediately pulled his tongue from a small object on one of his wife's twin hilltops. Argha raised both of Gintani's legs until he bent. He stretched it out and began to immerse his face between his wife's two groins. Argha's tongue began to dance sweeping the warm liquid that increasingly flooded the area of the cave full of pleasure.

Gintani kept wriggling around. His body trembled violently as he again felt a sensation that drained his energy.

"M... Mas....," Gintani's hand pulled both of her husband's cheeks.

Argha. He looked at Gintani who looked helpless as he shook his head.

"Why, Gin?" Argha asked in an increasingly hoarse voice.

"Per.. hah.. hah.. ki. ki. ki. kami covenant..," replied Gintani with a breath that was still stinged because of the desire that had hunted him.

Argha. He feels deeply slapped by Gintani's remarks reminiscent of their prenuptial agreement.

Argha began to envelop his wife's innocent body. She then grabbed Gintani's shirt that was draped in her dressing chair. "I'll help you get her clothes on, okay?" permit Argha.

Gintani. He closed his eyes again as Argha put on his nightgown one by one.

When she was done, Argha took the dirty water container and saved it back to the bathroom. He also completed his passion with solo career. A few minutes later, Argha returned to his bed. His burly hand grabbed the body of his sleeping wife, and carried her into his arms.

"Sorry, Gin! I'm khilaf!" Whisper Argha in his wife's ear. "But, if you had known, this was the most beautiful error I have ever felt" murmured Argha who could still be heard by Gintani who was pretending to be asleep.

A faint smile was etched on Gintani's lips. You are right, Mom! This is the most beautiful Khilaf that has ever happened in my life. All my life, I will never forget your touch tonight. A touch full of tenderness. If only I had a price as a wife for you. I'm so happy, Mom. Even if the price is just the end of your nail.

Seriate....

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