GENK DUDA ACUTE
84. Me and the Adoption Child

“So I came home at four o'clock, but stopped by Beer Garden,” Dean said as his kiss and Winarsih just ended. He cupped one hand on his wife's cheek.

“Brovin what?” winarsih asked, her hand rubbing Dean's chest still wearing a T-shirt.

“Nothing special. Gathering because Sky and Rio are going out of town tomorrow. Toni married ama Wulan on Saturday. We are coming, yes .... Your first marriage, right, didn't squirm. If I had been like deja vu. Never been. Same person,” Dean chuckled.

“Iya, I want to. Bring the kids?” ask Winarsih.

“No need, sacred event. Later even bother. Not long after, just a signature or endorsement.” Dean's hand went down to caress his wife's jawline.

“Later Mbak Wulan live where, Mas? Directly come to the house of Mas Toni?” ask Winarsih.

“Lack of knowing, like, anyway, not yet. Maybe move to another apartment. Toni has three apartments. As far as I used to rent, now don't know.”

“I can't wait for Saturday,” Winarsih said, opening Dean's shirt and inserting her hand caressing her husband's stomach.

“Eh, but it was Tasya dateng. Trus Wulan dateng—” Dean speechless.

“Ha? How's it? Dateng tasya? His ex-girlfriend Mas Toni? Continue to Maas Wulan dateng? How's the story?” Suddenly Winarsih became excited and stopped her activities rubbing her husband's stomach.

“You must continue my caresses, if you want to continue the story.” Dean opened the hook on the chinos' pants and lowered the zipper. “His hand goes in here, let my story run smoothly.” He took Winarsih's hand and slipped his wife's hand in there.

“You tell me so many conditions,” Winarsih said. His palm had already touched the outside of Dean's underwear.

“This story is warming up. The point is to stay down there. By the way, it's still outside Win. Your hands should go to Dalem. The skin to skin. In order for his heart to pump blood quickly to get there,” Dean said.

“Hmmm,” murmur Winarsih. She looked for the edge of her husband's underwear and put her hand there.

Dean closed his eyes for a moment. “Yes, so ...,” whispered Dean, as he felt the warmth that surrounded him down there. “It's very rusty, Win.” Dean circled around Winarsih's chest from behind the lingerie with his index finger. He bit his lip while doing so.

“The Story, Mas—the story.” Winarsih reminded impatiently.

“Si Tasya is not willing to split with Toni. He is the mutusin. He hopes to be invited back, times, yes ...”

“Maybe Mas Toninya less firm,” replied Winarsih.

“All men are the same, Win. No one is clever and hides his point. It's just a different way. Toni speaking softly does not mean not being firm, it's her way. If you insist, it will be even rough. As much as possible, no need to speak rudely. Even though it is soft, it means the same. Although Tasya whines all the time, yes, Toni will not change. Not that he spoke softly, his heart could change. So, we can't compare everyone's ways. Different characters. That, you know, dear ...” Dean looked down and peeked at his wife's neck.

Winarsih opened her mouth to ask again, but Dean's kiss on her neck made her forget. She tightened her grip on the lower part of her husband's body. Dean's breathing grew rougher in his ears.

Dean's kiss went down to Winarsih's chest, which was still wrapped in a thin tile. For a moment, the top of the chest that was still covered in thin cloth was already wet because of the sucking of his mouth.

“Come, Win ..” Dean whispers.

“But, I still want to continue the story of Mbak Wulan earlier, Mas.” Although with my eyes staring at her husband, Winarsih keukeuh want to hear further stories about Toni. He knew after the sex show, Dean would immediately go to sleep hugging him.

“But I've been tense, Win.” Dean again sipped the top of his wife's chest from behind the lingerie.

“Iya, I know. So if you want to continue, the story continues first.” Winarsih.

“Serus Wulan dateng while Toni was patting Tasya's shoulders. Wulan standing in front of Toni—eh's desk, I open the pants first, Win. Not good if your hands do not defend me completely until down.” Dean sat down and took off all his clothes. “I also want to satisfy your gaze to every corner of my body,” Dean added giggled. Winarsih sneered at hearing that.

“Terus?” ask Winarsih again. “Mbak Wulan how? I was the same story first. Just as it turned out,” annoyed Winarsih. It turned out that even though time had long passed, he could still feel his disappointment about Ara in the Beer Garden.

“How next? The story is cut to pieces,” whistle Winarsih.

“Propay, Dik Win .... The softness of your hands makes me fall asleep. Down again, Win. Yes, there, baby. Ouch .... Come, Win. Let Tony solve his own problems. Wulan is also an adult. Toni will do anything so that Wulan does not sulk. Wulan was chatty and Toni would not bring out Wulan's nagging. You concentrate under me first,” Dean said. He lifted the dress that Winarsih was wearing and pulled down the female subordinate.

“Good for that. Indeed, the fathers should be quite diem if his wife ngomel. Don't answer,” says Winarsih.

“You rarely nag. Diem frequently. If I had been born, you would not be pregnant again.” Dean chuckles.

“The reason,” muttered Winarsih. He stretched out his arms, helping Dean remove the lingerie he could rarely wear for long.

“All have been created in pairs. If my wife is not you. My wife nagged, I nagged too. Must be like a election debate. That's not the mahligai I dreamed of—Win, I want to go down.” Dean got up and went under the blanket.

A moment later Winarsih was silent. Both of his hands were busy reverberating and scrambling Dean's head which was lowered between his legs. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. The tips of her toes had already stiffened and her hands were now moved to rub the tops of her own chest.

Dean looked up at Winarsih's sexiness that he rarely saw. It's getting louder. Makes his wife moan with a bouncy body. Realizing Winarsih got her breaking point in just a short while, Dean rose to creep on top of the woman's body.

“Cepet really, Ms. Winar ..” whispered Dean. “Pak Dean direct, yes. I can't stand that,” Dean said. He then united his body and Winarsih. Culling for a moment to soak up the warmth that greeted him. Then, open your eyes to see the look of his wife. Winarsih's mouth was half agape, then bit her lower lip.

“Mas ...,” stub Winarsih.

“Why? It's still up to the heart, isn't it, it feels?” Dean laughs.

Winarsih did not answer her husband's words. However, both of his hands gripped Dean's arm resting on the left right of his body.

Dean created a rhythm with the village and moans coming out of his mouth. Winarsih buried a nail in her husband's arm. Their concentration is concentrated. Let go of each other's short hasty misses.

DRPRC.

DRPRC.

At the moment Dean was swinging, the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand distracted him. He paused for a moment to hold Winarsih's knee in front of his chest.

“Mas, phone.” Winarsih whispered amongst her breathless breathing.

Dean turned his head and saw Toni's name on the screen. “Toni,” says Dean.

“Where?” ask Winarsih.

“Yes, justin. This might of mine again asks to be strengthened. It's much more important than Toni,” Dean said. He turned his head down, then rubbed the core of Winarsih's body which immediately made the woman scowl and silence.

To Be Continued

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