It's not my fault for taking your wife
BSMI 73's
“Good morning, dear ..” said Allan excitedly while staring at the innocent face of Giany who just woke up from his sleep.
"For Mas."
With the rest of the drowsiness, the woman glanced clockwise at the wall, the time already showing at eight in the morning. A pair of rounded shades rose from the bed, but immediately pulled the blanket when he realized he was not wearing anything on his upper body.
After performing the morning service, Allan again asked for his right, making Giany run out of energy and sleep after.
“Yeah, how can I sleep this long? I'll have to bathe Maysha.”
“It's okay once in a while. He must understand really, if father and his mother are busy working on a big project.”
“Great project?” Giany's brows furrowed at Allan with a questioning look.
Allan chuckled, blinking one of his eyes. “You're a mature woman, big project period doesn't understand.”
Giany's face turned red. Looks like Allan has a new penchant, which is teasing his shy wife.
Giany glanced here and there, looking for the pajamas he used before. “Mas, which pajamas were I in?”
“I hide,” the answer is relaxed.
“Hah, why is it hidden?”
“Let you find it hard to find. That's why I hid.” He laughed bitterly afterwards. Giany then rolled the blanket up to the shoulder limit, wanting to get out of bed but Allan held him back. “Where are you going, Darling?”
“Mandi, Mas. My body feels sticky.”
“Sini a minute.” Pulling Giany's arm to stick to his body. “Cipoklicious first.”
I don't know why Giany felt creepy seeing Allan's behavior this morning. Was he drunk last night while climbing the Himalayas? Giany doesn't know.
“Ci-cipok—what?”
“Cipoklicious, let's kayak the young.”
Giany chuckles. Her husband had a lot of strange terms. Starting from babylicious, jellicious, now cipoklicious. Perhaps in the future there will be terms wikilicious, wifelicious and unyulicious. Please be trevelicious with each other's brains. The important thing is that the tongue is not sprained when uttering.
A short kiss was given on the lips of her husband. Really short, until Allan pursed his lips with a nose pout. “No taste.” Giany smiled and looked at him. Then give me another long kiss.
Standing up leaving Allan wearing only boxer shorts, Giany grabbed his bathrobe. Allan's eyes still follow where Giany's footsteps are.
“Sayang ..”
“You took a shower together?”
Giany was surprised to hear that line of seduction. Of course, he would be ashamed to die if he had to take a bath together. Although in fact they have done a union in which there is no secret hidden between the two.
Not wanting to linger, Giany got into the bathroom in a hurry. Allan asked him to soak in warm water to reduce fatigue due to the energy draining activities they went through.
While soaking, he smiled wilfully. Allan really gave him a sense of peace and happiness, to forget all the pain he experienced before.
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Giany had changed clothes when Allan came out of the bathroom using only a towel wrapped around his waist.
“This is her outfit, Mas.” He shifted the clothes on the dressing table but Allan seemed to have no intention to wear clothes. Looks like I'm happier with the towel. It just so happened that this was a weekend, so he would spend time alone in the room. May neither Amir nor Maysha be the third among them.
“Today there is a plan where?”
“Nothing, Mas. Want to stay home with Maysha.”
“Then I how?”
“Loh indeed Mas why?”
“I also need company. I need you more than Maysha knows ..”
Allan pulled Giany's body and carried him to a long sofa in the corner of the room, making Giany stutter. “Ma-mas want what?”
Allan positioned his body above Giany. Flirting with touch everywhere. “I need to increase immunity and faith, let it be safe.”
“A-what else is it, Mas?”
“You when is her sensitivity anyway?” Asking anxiously, while giving a kiss of affection on the lips.
“Allan!”
Allan frowned, then turned towards the door. “Mother?”
Bu Dini was on the doorstep with a tray containing a breakfast menu for Giany. “You guys if you want to close the door first, the time the door is wide open like this?” his protest as he walked in casually, putting a tray filled with breakfast on the table.
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