Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Vicky Freedom

Azka and I just finished taking a shower this afternoon. How not?

Our hot activities took so much time that we almost missed our dhuhur prayer. It's two o'clock in the afternoon past fifteen minutes we just want to face the natural ruler.

"Honey, I'm not going to the office do you want us to go for a walk?", asked Azka while covering my face.

"Where to go mas?", I asked while allowing my negligence. Right now I feel more comfortable with knee-length negligee even though the ABG negligee is not a mother-female.

"Do you want to?" asked Azka.

"Ngapain ngafe, in front of a rich cafe really. It's free!", I replied.

Azka sat beside me. Placing his head on his lap and facing his face right in front of my belly that had started to bulge.

"Daddy's Beloved.healthy always Yes Son. Daddy's mommy loves you!", Azka kissed my stomach. I smiled at the behavior of this father-to-be.

"Why the hell call it Daddy mommy anyway mas? Rich in those novels huh?", my leadek.

"Aren't you the one who wants to?", she looked at me.

"Hahaha that's funny. Our faces are local mas, no bulls call her mommy Daddy???"

Azka sounded out sighing. His name is mummy, still likes to change his mind. Momentary Daddy, a minute papa, a minute dad, don't tell me later stay ask at call father?!

"What do you want??" said Azka while kissing my stomach.

"Let's think about dedeknya already launching ya mas!"

Azka nagging.

"So, the point is we don't go anywhere, baby?", Azka wiped my cheek.

"I want to spend the same time as you all day!", I said softly.

"So...do you want us to keep this up?", he asked squinting one eye.

"Heummmm. I want to be rich again. But you are tired!", I said a little shyly.

Azka got up from my lap.

"A rich one more time? Not satisfied yet ?" the whisper is right in my ear.

"You work hard, I enjoy it."

"Hehehe joked dear..!", I held out her cheeks. Azka herself was glaring at me.

"That could be so, baby. You have to take responsibility!" he said.

"I want..I want to.but kasian you mas... I'm afraid you are tired?", I put both my hands on her cheeks.

"For anything else it may be tired, but to please the wife there is no term tired dear!"

And this afternoon we returned to love.

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The morning before....

"Thank you for guaranteeing my freedom, brother Dara!", said Vicky.

Vicky knew Dara as the son of his papa business partner.

"But it's not free Vicky!" said Dara.

"Whatever it is, just don't make me go back to that damn place!" said Vicky emotionally. Yes, Vicky so the months of the inhabitants of the same cell with her. His athletic and beautiful body is almost no longer shaped because of the actions of thugs in the cell.

"No will! Everything will be safe as long as you follow my orders!"

"Tell my sister, what should I do!"

Dara gives the keys to the apartment and the car to Vicky.

"Let's stay in my apartment, and that's the car key. For a while you rest until you are ready for action. Following all my orders!", said Dara.

"Take it, you'll need it!", Dara threw a pile of money.

"Thank you brother!", said Vicky.

"I've sent you the address of your apartment!", Dara left Vicky.

The handsome man stared at the back of the woman who had freed him from the bars.