Forgive Me My Wife
The Temptation of the Actor

"Sir, Mr. Pras's clothes are soaking wet. Let me dry my shirt. So that you do not get cold" said Kinanti giving advice.

"No need to Kinan. It's okay." Prasetya refused.

"I'll iron your clothes. So you can put it back on."

After weighing Kinanti's advice. Pras finally complied.

Pras also now take off one by one the buttons of his shirt.

After all the buttons on his shirt came off. Prasetya took off his shirt.

Until now his body shape was clearly exposed in front of Kinanti.

And Kinanti could see so clearly the belly of Prasetya sixpack box box.

The body is athletic and so sturdy.

After Prasetya took off his shirt. He then extended the shirt to Kinanti.

Kinanti then grabbed Prasetya's shirt and carried him to the back. Then he ironed Prasetya's shirt by giving it a perfume spray.

After a while. Kinanti returned to the front and gave the dried Prasetya shirt to the handsome man.

"This sir, it's dry. Mr. Pras can wear it again."

Prasetya then grabbed his shirt and put it back on.

When Prasetya was wearing clothes. Kinanti walked towards the dining table and she prepared the food she had bought earlier.

Kinan put all the food into the container. After he finished preparing the meal. Kinanti then took out two empty plates for him and also for Prasetya.

After everything is complete and ready. Kinanti again walked towards the living room and offered Pras lunch.

Because it's not good to refuse. Pras said he also walked in the steps of Kinanti who walked towards the dining table.

Now they enjoy the late lunch along with a quiet atmosphere.

"Did Mr. Prasetya want to add his side dish. I'll get it." haggle over.

"No need to Kinan. I'm already full. Thank you." reject Pras gently.

"I have to leave soon too. I still have to go to the hotel to get my stuff, before I go to the airport. My plane flies at 22:00 tonight." Prasetya told Kinanti.

Hearing that, there was a feeling of sadness that I felt. He just felt happy when visited by Pras.

But he also understood that even though his feelings were a little sad.

"Yes Sir. But can you come here again when this child is born?

"I cannot promise, but if there is time God willing. I'm going here to see the baby."

"Who do we call our babies?" ask Kinanti for advice to Pras.

"As far as you are, who you want to name" Prasetya replied.

"But Mr. Pras can give you name suggestions as well. After all, he's a son of a father."

"I don't have a good name idea to give. It's okay, you just give him a name."

After they finished eating together. Pras then took a sling from the dining table and walked towards the living room.

Not yet to get Prasetya to the living room. Prasetya was surprised by the sound of broken plates falling on the floor.

Pras looked back immediately. And there, he saw Kinanti visibly grimacing in pain while holding on to a chair, holding her body from falling.

The worried Prasetya instantly approached back towards Kinan.

Prasetya then grabbed a few dishes that Kinan held. Then put it back on the table.

At that moment, Kinanti felt a cramp on her leg.

Pras then guides Kinanti to walk towards the living room. Because Kinanti still looks like she's in pain. Pras took the initiative to direct the body of Kinanti.

Then, Pras broke into Kinanti's body to be carried in the living room in front.

Arriving there, Pras placed Kinan's body with his heart on a long bench. Pras also straightened both of Kinanti's legs.

"You have to be careful to take care of your content" said Pras, who was sitting right next to Kinanti.

"Yes sir, I'll be more careful. I just want to bring dirty dishes to the kitchen. But suddenly my legs cramp."

While they were talking, Kinanti's stomach seemed to be twitching.

The baby in the womb is kicking so hard and tight. Until it makes Kinanti grimace.

"Why Kinan, what's wrong?" prasetya asked who at that time saw the grimacing expression of Kinanti's face.

"This kid is very agile. Look, he's moving. Maybe he knew there was a papa here, so he was happy." said Kinanti while holding his stomach which had been moving continuously.

Prasetya then followed Kinanti's view.

"Did Mr Pras not want to touch him? During this time Mr. Pras never touched and gave affection for him." said Kinanti lirih.

Prasetya just kept quiet. Didn't answer Kinanti's question.

And for some reason, knew Kinanti was holding Prasetya's hand. Then he put Pras' hand right on the part of his stomach that was twitching.

With each other holding hands, Prasetya's palm was placed right in the abdomen of Kinanti who had since appeared to move.

And Prasetya could feel through his palm. The movements and kicks of her baby, her seed growing in the womb of Kinanti.

Kinanti and Prasetya seemed swept away in the atmosphere of togetherness of the three of them.

The longer, the stronger the kick. Making Kinanti and Prasetya increasingly popular. And make the two irises of Kinan and Pras eyes meet each other and look inside. Feeling all sorts of haru flavors together.

Until then, Kinan was no longer able to stem his happiness in the moments.

On the one hand he is happy, but on the other he knows. Now he has sinned and is wrong. For having melted himself into the vortex of sin has favored the husband of men.

You know, his happiness is just a false happiness.

Kinanti then rose from her backrest and brought herself closer to Prasetya. Their faces are now close to each other.

For a moment, they looked at each other. Their minds seem empty.

I don't know what's on Kinanti's mind. And I don't know what's on Prasetya's mind.

One second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds, 4 seconds.

Kinanti's face was getting closer to Pras's. And Pras himself just kept silent.

Forgive me Miss Hanin, let me feel the warmth of your husband.

A moment later, Kinanti put her lips to Prasetya's lips.

It was darkened with temptation. Making Pras' eyes blind.

He assumed that the one in front of him was Haningrum. He is a Kinanti.

Sure that the one in front of him was Hanin. Pras unhesitatingly returned the kiss that Kinanti had launched.

The forbidden desire is increasingly controlling both.

They are also now reciprocating a wet kiss that is very exciting.

Even Kinanti moved Prasetya's hand that had been stuck in his distended stomach. Now it has moved to the source part of the ASI.

Same with closing eyes. Pras and Kinanti melted themselves into a great sin that made them both forget.

After how many seconds they enjoy that wet and passionate kiss.

A voice sounded on the doorstep indeed Prasetya.

"Mas Prasetya.