Marry Bening
Loving you

Clear eyes closed between his breath gasping for breath as a result of my kiss.******lightly escaping from his lips made me even more nervous. I scooped up oxygen from the sweetness of his lips. Stare at him fixedly. Her lips swelled up and I rubbed the rest of my saliva on her lips.

Clear opened his eyes. Then he realized his clothes were not because of me. A few more steps I can enjoy it.

Without letting go to keep her under me, I looked at her with a mist of passion in my eyes. It feels so hot. Want me to throw the whole cloth attached to my body and body.

Originally the suit I was wearing, I threw it carelessly. Damn, every time I do this I wear a turtleneck sweater that makes me more crowded to breathe. If I wear a shirt, maybe I've removed some of the buttons by now.

"Can I?" My hand holds the buttons of the jeans she wears. Ask permission to open it and search for its sensitive point.

Bening. I was so disappointed that I decided to leave her body. But then he held my hand. I refrained from grinning in front of him. His mind and body seemed to be the opposite. I know, Bening wants it too.

"Mas, we better go home. Mom's just gonna look for us. I'm going to the toilet first." Hhh...what the fuck is my wife? Soon he got off the table and tidied up his clothes. He also put my coat on the chair.

Unable to prevent me from staring at her back that disappeared behind the door that said toilet.

I rubbed my face with a huff. A desire that has risen I cannot control. Moreover, the situation that has been straight is very difficult to assuage. The shadow of body warmth and smooth skin is still very felt in the palm of my hand.

Soon, I stepped quickly to follow my wife. No matter what demons rule. Right now all I need is a release and have it.

***

It was clear to come out of the toilet as I patiently waited for it. Apparently he took a shower. Seeing how fresh he was when he came out, made my passion even more heightened.

At first he tiptoed because he saw me standing waiting for him at the toilet door. As if he didn't care, then he passed me nonchalantly while rubbing a towel into his wet hair.

Cock-a-hoop? Sure oes. Hey, are you ignoring me? Your husband? Do you not know how many women who run and willing to plunge his body to get me? Even if it ends with the abandonment of those damn women who thought I was abnormal because the junior couldn't wake up.

Ah, Bening can't know. He can't know if I almost lost my power. That would be so embarrassing!

But, look at this, honey! Because of you, this junior still does not want to sleep back comfortably as usual. Don't you have to take responsibility?

I followed my wife into a room that I thought was the back of the store. Is this a house?

Ah yes, am I going to face Mario and his family now? Remembering that time we came here to pick up the Bening stuff.

Wait, the room and the shape of the house are almost similar. But, obviously this isn't the Mario house I used to visit. Whose house is this? Obviously it connects with the store. While the house at that time...

"This is my house. My parents' house." Bening said as if answering all the questions that raged in my mind. Then he looked at her with a smile. "Aunty Lily and Bang Iyo's house is on the next block. So the whole house in this complex is almost similar. Incidentally, this house is near the end of the road and the land is wide so this house is connected to the store," he explained later.

"Say, Aunt Lily's family deliberately moved to the area just because they wanted to be close to me. To take care of me after my parents died. After that Aunt Lily who helped manage this store to keep it open considering the number of customers. Fortunately this store was pioneered with aunt Lily because it's the recipe and the image of the cake taste is the same when the mother is gone," There is a sad point when he told me about his family.

"Lilyana is a combination of the name of Lilyana's mother and also Lily's aunt who is just Lily. But technically the ownership of this store is the property of the mother who is now mine because according to the story of aunt Lily, since High School I have started learning to make my own cake until now I manage it myself."

I was still silently hearing all the stories. What a dramatic story. How strong is he who lost his parents since childhood? This woman in front of me, I should be grateful because at my age until now still given the opportunity to see my parents longer. And I as an older person, as her husband, should have taken care of her, shouldn't I?

"Don't you want to go home now?" Take it with a smile.

I only realized that we were in a room now. Room is feminine and very well maintained. Impressed by the mess because of the many photos he displayed on the wall and desk study. Books and dolls are also still neatly placed in their place. And.this room is so fragrant. Even so, everything is neatly and beautifully arranged. His room makes anyone who stops want to continue to linger here. Is this the girl's room?

Regarding the photo, I clenched my hand. The photo dominates his association with Mario. Nearby and..mesra?

Are there any brothers and sisters behaving like that?

"Is your Iyo bang coming here often?" I asked to resist the impulsive attitude that suddenly fussed.

"Lumayan often. We often spend time together. Sometimes he also stayed here," he replied innocently.

Really insensitive wife. Did he say that because Mario is his brother?

"Then you guys slept together here?" I couldn't believe it, Bening nodded later. It made me lose control again.

"Sleep here? In the same bed?" I ambushed his body. Tracing the whole of him. Pulling his waist in a possessive manner.

"You see, I want to sleep here, on this bed, too. With you, fuck you!" I whispered in his ear so he couldn't budge.

My gaze shifted, I swiped my lips at the softness of his lips.

"For Mario's trail won't stick in your bed. Replaced with me so you can feel my scent, in your bed..."

"Mas, I mean--"

"Sst.So I held back because I didn't want to make love and did our first night on the table which of course could hurt you more. We can do that, later. If you're smart, you make me happy. But right now, we're in the room, aren't we?" still whispering, I teased him with intent. I held her tighter and tighter without wanting to keep the range of her breath that choked as it held the roar of my breath on her face.

Clear tiptoed and was about to let go of my hand. However, I flinch and stubbornly don't want him to stay away from me anymore.

I drowned my face in the recess of his neck. Inhaling the scent of shampoo in her still wet hair. Then it kisses the side of his neck, sucking and biting him until the sign of ownership is more visible again.

The body is vibrating. It seemed that he could not support his feet properly. I held her back who was about to fall. And sure enough, he looks miserable because of me.

Unable to hold back any longer, I buried my lips back on hers. It was deep and demanding. Especially in front of me at this time clearly visible photos of his togetherness with Mario. I deflected the photos with my free hand without letting go of my pagutan. I stepped my foot to take her here and there to get rid of the photos that bothered me.

His room was a mess due to the scattered photos. I don't give a shit. What's important now is that the photo doesn't interfere with my vision when we're about to make love this time. I carried him on the bed. And in an instant we had already removed the only cloth attached to our bodies. More precisely I let go, with great difficulty. Because the junior was already impatient to want to get out of the place that stifled him immediately.

Oh, I'm going crazy! Seeing her innocent body made me even more uncontrollable.

"Can?" I ask once again. Making sure my wife allows it and accepts me.

Bening nodded slowly. This opportunity doesn't want me to waste it. The fog of passion filled our eyes. I slowly put my future into an unexpected narrowness at all. I'm trying to cut it down there. Difficult and feeling challenged. But.this is so delicious.

There was a single tear in the corner of her eye when I started entering it. I rubbed her with my thumb, then kissed her lips to relax. Ohh. I never felt it when I was with Erina. Is this what's called fucking a woman who's still a saint? I'm really lucky.

Long enough we struggled in the hot romance we did. I guided her slowly so that we would both enjoy her. I really couldn't turn away when I saw him clingy under my cage. His soft sighs made me even more insane. She's really pretty and..sexy?

Until the top comes. I spurred it on quickly and as if I didn't want to end I tried to hold back what I couldn't hold back. In the end, we gave each other away this incredible pleasure. The true love of God for halal couples like us. I don't think I want this to end just like that.

I rolled next to his body. Regulate a relieving breath. Then I looked at his face. His eyes closed and he was still breathing. I kissed her forehead full of sweat.

His body stiffened as I wiped the liquid mixed with red patches that were in his groin area. Is this what you call virginity? Why would I be this happy and proud if the wife I married was still so holy?

"Is this painful? Ii'm sorry. And.thank you.." I whispered with gratitude.

I kissed his lips. Oh, junior, just like that you got up again?!

I again kissed his lips, until the kisses turned into mums and sips.

The love repeated. I enjoyed our struggles all night. It was as if this filled the pent-up hunger and thirst. I enjoyed it to the limit where my wife curled helplessly under my hut.

Her eyes were closed and I decided to end the umpteenth romance by making quick moves for release.

Time and time again, I am unceasingly grateful for the blessings God has given me.

I kissed him again and again. Absent all his face which is now being closed tightly. How cute my wife must be tired. I looked at him again. Again, I admit that she is this beautiful. My luck is many times over, I should be grateful.

His smooth white skin was now stained because of the traces I left on his body. Without feeling disgusted I kissed his hand with a scar. I don't know why I was sad when I saw his hand. Feeling tight in the chest that somehow made me pull her plain body into my arms. Covering both of us innocent body, until in the end I also fell asleep in the warmth of his sticky body, coiled in my arms.

Me, love you...

I subconsciously expressed that affection many times in my gratitude. The affection that I have known since when appeared in my heart.

Today, tonight to be exact. After all this time, I feel like the most perfect man in my life. May happiness always complement the days we live. I decided I would be a full husband to my wife. A wife I loved for a long time and maybe I loved after that.

***

EPILOGUES

Pov

Shaking my whole body was the thing where I had to recite my common sense when Mas Aslam was trying to ask for his right. This time I was helpless.

Tonight, I gave up the most precious thing and I've been looking after it all this time. At first I was scared, afraid that Mas Aslam would leave me after this. And I was afraid, as a result of this she became bad in the eyes of Erina, her lover.

The touch of Mas Aslam shut me down. Common sense and this body seems to contradict. No hypocrite, I want it. Besides, it's okay, isn't it? We are legitimate and lawful.

The pain and pain I felt when Mas Aslam broke through with all his strength down there. I think he had a hard time getting in. But after that there's only a feeling I can't express because it's the first time I've felt it. Mas Aslam patiently guided me to make us feel comfortable together. Seeing Mas Aslam above me this close to the sweat that adorned his face was an incredible sight. I was fascinated by his charm.

I felt tired after Mas Aslam did it so many times as if he was dissatisfied. As a dutiful wife, I have to accept it, right? But really, my body feels crumpled.

Do it! Do as you please! I am sleepy and want to sleep!

Fortunately Mas Aslam was not so, he was a man of understanding when I started to slow down. He took me in his warm embrace, feeling tight because he hugged me tightly after he was content to kiss my face and also the scar on my hand without disgust. Not forgetting he enveloped our innocent bodies. Then he fell asleep and I followed him to dreamland.

Mas Aslam.entah since when these feelings of affection grow without being prevented.

TB