MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Successfully
Network after series of events, Jiwo lived well and satisfactorily. Many parties are happy to invite Jiwo and their wives into their television programs. Not even a few also perpetuate the moment when they met the thirteen-wife man.
The initial plan, Jiwo and the wives will only attend a television show that was deliberately invited them. But unexpectedly, many also ask Jiwo as a guest star video of the vlogers and also some sponsors to advertise some products.
As at this time, at a hotel, Jiwo is undergoing a photo shoot in Muslim clothing with his wife. Jiwo and his wife really can learn quickly. With just a few directions, they can be in the style of a professional photo model.
The money that flows into Jiwo's account is also increasing. Whether the money will be used for what later, which surely Jiwo will discuss it with the wives later when they are home.
After all the activities are carried out well, now is the time for Jiwo with the Wives and also Mother, enjoying the tour in the capital. They visit here randomly. From the biggest Mall, the beach, to the rides of a very exciting game. Although Mother did not take the ride, but Mother quite enjoy the atmosphere of togetherness with her son and daughter-in-law.
Their initial plan to the capital was only six days, but in reality they were there for up to eight days. All because there are additional events that Jiwo was forced to accept including being an impromptu advertising star. Luckily, almost all of the cost activities are carried out by the concerned party. So Jiwo did not spend a lot of funds for their trip.
"Finally, nyampe too!" exclaim some of Jiwo's wives as soon as the car enters the Rw complex where they live. Some residents who happened to see Jiwo passing by, immediately greeted him. They flocked to visit Jiwo's house.
"Damn! The artist has gone home," said neighbor Jiwo when Jiwo had gotten out of the car.
"What kind of artist, Mom? Just a doang interview," Jiwo replied.
"But it's good, Wo. Can go on television and get money," a mother chimed in.
Jiwo simply answered the remark with a wide smile. His eyes kept watch over the wives who got out of the car and carried their luggage including by.
The people just say hello for a moment. They knew, Jiwo and the others needed a break after their long journey as well as his activities during their time in the city.
"God! Why even sleep there?" said Jiwo who last entered the house by carrying heavy items and put it near the living room chair. While he saw his wife lying on the living room carpet and the living room.
"Later, Mister, it's also at this hour" one of them replied. Jiwo just shook his head then closed the door and went inside the room. Jiwo immediately took off his clothes and left the boxer and then spread his body. Tiredness that whack makes Jiwo finally fell asleep shortly after.
Without feeling, the time is now moving night, when all the wives are neat and refreshed and ready to rest, but Jiwo is still at home with his sleep since last afternoon. The clock on the wall was eight o'clock at night, but Jiwo had no sign that he would wake up.
Looks like Mister's still awake?" said one of the wives who got rations to sleep together. During his time in the capital, Jiwo did not have any bed relationship with his wife.
Arin shook her head then her eyes looked at her husband who was still sleeping soundly and watched her from top to bottom. When Arin's eyes fell on the mound of her husband's pants, Arin suddenly smiled widely.
"I know, what do we do, you want to come?" said Arin.
"What's wrong?" ask Alena.
Arin's smile was so meaningful, while Alena watched Arin with a frown. Arin's hand moved until he grabbed Jiwo's drawer pants.
Arina!" pekik Alena shriveled. "Don't tell me you want to ..."
"Just right! I'm gonna play with Mister's pants. Kangen knows. It must smell really fresh," said Arin enthusiastically while lowering her husband's color pants slowly.
How fresh?" alena asked, increasingly astonished.
"Mister hasn't had a bath all day, the pasti in his pants stink of sweat anyway."
"Ah is right. I want dong too?"
"Kneel!"
Uncommanded, the two women immediately close their nostrils inhaling the aroma released by the contents of Jiwo pants. They not only inhale but also smell the entire area under the stomach of the husband. Until the moment Jiwo woke up, Jiwo's eyes were shocked by what his two wives did under Jiwo's stomach.
"What are you doing again?"
"Kissing aroma therapy, Mister."
"Geez!"
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