MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
And Happened Again
"The smell of our husband's body is a dream. I don't think there's a man who smells as good as our husband."
"really?" asked Arin and Anisa nodded. "Then shall we prove the words of Anisa and Arum now? Mister's not taking a shower anymore."
"Who's afraid!"
Jiwo's eyes suddenly widened to hear Arin's invitation. "God! Don't you go crazy!" pekik Jiwo was amazed by the ridiculous idea of his wives.
Anxious and astonished, that was what Jiwo felt right now. How could his wife be that thick. What makes Jiwo even more astonished is, two wives frankly if they really like the smell of his body.Can usually Arum and Anisa very praise the body odor of Jiwo who does not bathe.
Do all women like their husbands? Or is it just Anisa and Arum? Jiwo asked in his heart. For Jiwo this is a new experience in his life related to women. But Jiwo was happy, because, with just body odor, he could make his wife happy.
Seeing the surprise of her husband, the wives of Jiwo suddenly laughed. They were just bluffing but Jiwo looked very panicked. Although some of them are curious about the body odor of Jiwo besides Arum and Anisa.
"Mister, don't you feel uncomfortable so don't take an afternoon shower?" ask Aisyah.
"If it rains like this, dear. If the new heat feels uncomfortable," replied Jiwo then sip the cigarette that he just lit.
"But from the morning Mister has been sweating a lot? Time is not at all uncomfortable?" now it was Arin's turn to speak.
Jiwo smiled widely. "No, Honey. Proof until this second, I feel fine."
"Surprising" said Arin again.
Jiwo even chuckled and the wives did not question the habit of her husband. After all, that was the true nature of her husband. They realize that humans are not perfect, including Jiwo and themselves.
Without feeling, the time has shown at eight o'clock at night. One by one, Jiwo's wives went into the room. While the mother, has entered the room since seven o'clock more. My mom sat in front of the television. He prefers watching soap operas rather than hanging out with wife Jiwo.
Stop Jiwo and Anum left in the living room. Jiwo was still sitting in the room chair and Anum was in the corner of the room. Outside, the rain had not subsided as well, although not as hard as this afternoon. Though the rain had subsided, but only briefly and the rain came back down.
"Sit here anyway, Dek, why sit there," Jiwo pinta on his wife.
"Stop that Mister's cigarette is over. Don't like the cigarette smoke, make it tight," Anum replied.
Jiwo smiled wryly, then he turned off the cigarette which was a little. I had already finished one cigarette. After the cigarette really died, Jiwo again asked his wife to sit next to him, and this time Anum obeyed him.
Since he began to dare to touch his wife, Jiwo now also has no doubt to hug his wife or just say the word dear. As of now, he was sitting in one chair with Jiwo in the back and Anum in front of him. Of course, Jiwo's burly hands were tightly coiled around his wife's stomach.
"What, Honey?"
"Why does Mister want to change our rotation schedule? Isn't that fair?"
Jiwo sighed slowly and then put his chin on his right shoulder. "I just want to be more fair in my inner living, Dek."
"The fairer? Hasn't Mister been fair all this time?" asked Anum with a frown.
"I don't think so, Dek. I'm sure, some of them must have wanted to be touched again tonight or every night," replied Jiwo and Anum look mangosteen mangosteen. It seems that now Anum understands the reason for her husband.
"So Mister will try to get in touch with two wives?"
"That's not what I mean, Dek, but if you want to play one-on-two, I'm okay, Dek."
Anum returned the mangosteen, but he was confused to ask what else. So for a while Anum chose silence while enjoying the embrace of the husband.
"Sir, to the room, Yuk? He said you wanted to smell me" Jiwo asked a few minutes later.
"Yes, come on."
"But I can't? get into your hole?"
Anum was shocked, his chest immediately rumbling. Even his voice suddenly stamped while speaking. "Is Mister not tired, every night of contact?"
Jiwo smiled. "No, Honey. It tastes good, it's addictive."
"God! There is a Mister."
"If you don't believe me, let's try it now, yuk! I guarantee you, you'll also be happy, dear."
Anum smiled shyly and she replied, "Yep, Mister, we're going to the room."
"Dear, darling," Jiwo replied excitedly.
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