MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Never To Regret.
The night is getting late. The air was also getting a bit cold. Almost all bodies that feel tired, it is certain that tonight has been asleep in their respective beds. Although many eyes are awake to spend the night in their own way.
Likewise with two humans in a room that is still awake at night is getting late. The clock on the wall showed eleven o'clock in the evening over thirty minutes, but the couple were still clinging to each other without a thread covering their bodies.
Because of the guilt that seeped from the recesses of his heart, the husband clutched tightly onto the innocent body of his wife whom he had let down with only stupid questions that were inappropriate to throw. Jiwo, the name of the husband repeatedly kissed Alana's shoulder and apologized softly.
"I was proud to hand over my crown to Mister, but why is Mister still dubious?"
"Yes, Honey. Sorry huh? I'm sorry."
"Try if I was kidnapped and I was sold by that criminal, what other pride do I have, Mister? Isn't that more disgusting?"
"Yes .. yes sorry. Okay well? I was wrong.Have I? I'm sorry."
Alana moved to flip her body and drowned her head in the chest of the husband's field. "I will never charge Mister with responsibility. It was my decision to serve my husband. So please, Mister don't ever think of anything else."
"Alright, sorry for offending you, dear."
They kept each other quiet in their arms. Jiwo's heart warmed because his wife seemed to have forgiven him. Jiwo tightly clutched his wife's tiny body.
"Well, shall we sleep yuk?" invite Jiwo with a soft voice and hands that still caress Alana's hair.
"I'm not sleepy yet, Mister."
"Why? Almost twelve o'clock that night."
"What's wrong, Mister. I just can't forget when Mister got into my hole. Mister looks really cool and dashing."
Jiwo smelled a smile. In his heart was a sense of pride for getting something he had not expected before. "Is your hole still hurting?"
"Slightly, Mister. That's a senut."
"I massage ya? Can you?" Instead of answering Jiwo's question, Alana instead took off her embrace and got up then sat in front of Jiwo with both legs bent and slightly stretched. "God! Why should we sit? You can lie down."
Alana smiled broadly. He lay down with both feet open. From the side, Jiwo stuck out his right hand until Jiwo's burly finger stuck to Alana's valley and Jiwo began massaging her slowly.
"Do you have a brother there?" tanya Jiwo arrived. He deliberately throws questions so that he can reduce the desire that returned fire due to the massage he did.
"I'm an only child, Mister. Dad's gone. Mommy married again. I live with my father's brother. But somehow he is how he is at the moment," replied Alana while occasionally returning the gaze of Jiwo who was lying on his side with his right hand still massaging under Alana's stomach. "This is where I have a husband. If it's allowed, I'd like to stay here with my husband."
"But your husband has many wives, dear. Would you like to, share a husband?"
"If it had been my path yes I would have accepted it, Mister. Didn't we get married from the beginning, I've shared a husband with others, Mister?"
"But you know, right? The reason I married you? One of them is protecting you from criminals."
"But, Mister. If someday we all decide to remain Mister's wife? Is Mister going to keep accepting us?"
"Of course I will accept you, but of course on the terms you have to obey."
"Condition?"
"Yes, all of you must accept my terms. You can't fight. There can be no fighting. If there are differences of opinion and problems, it must be resolved immediately and end in peace and forgive each other. And of course you should be sincere in sharing with each other."
"If I could do it, Mister. If others don't know."
"Yes I'll see it. Who can survive, that's what I'm going to keep being my wife."
Alana throws a smile. For a moment he was silent while continuing to enjoy Jiwo's hand massage which further aroused his desire.
"Mister?"
"Gum."
"Before going to bed, can I have my hole in again?"
Jiwo immediately grinned. Without answering Alana's question, Jiwo's mouth immediately attacked the chewy object on his wife's chest. And the second round begins.
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