My wife Canduku
give color to my life

The Inca walked alone in the hallway of a hotel. The shop asked him to come to see a client. Actually the Inca refused, but could not, because the other friends were finishing their work. A client ordered some formal suits, and wanted the Inca to design them.

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

Inka knocked on the door of the hotel, but there was no sound from inside.

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

I knocked on that door again. But still no sound. The room was uninhabited. Given the dark day, make the feathers of the Inca goosebumps. Because in the hallway of the hotel room, there was only one. Even the room he visited had no sign of life.

Inka opened the door handle of the room

Cheek.. Door opens.

"It turns out it wasn't in the lock." Inca mumbling.

He went in and slowly stepped his feet.

"Helo, anybody here?" The Incas still use English, because here, English is their formal language.

Suddenly the door closed, making the Inca surprised and turned towards the closed door. Inka was more surprised when she saw Mario standing at the door.

Inka immediately ran towards the door and pulled the handle to open. Mario just stared at what the Inca were doing. Little by little, Mario steps closer to the Inca. making the body of the Inca squeezed between Mario's body and the door of the hotel room.

Mario kept looking into those eyes, and those lips took turns. The Inca heart was beating violently. He held back Mario's chest that had returned to the field.

Mario put his forehead on the Inka forehead, until the noses of the two also fight. Inca breathing is irregular, Mario can feel the breath that is up and down. Mario also felt the Inca heartbeat pounding very fast.

Then, cup..

Mario******* that's a bit thick and split lips. His lips belong to his wife who he misses so much. However, the Inca was silent, until Mario had to bite his lips slowly, and finally the Inca gave Mario access to explore the oral cavity. The sound of the sophistication sounded melodious, the gap they did was too long. Maybe it was the impingement of his second miss.

Mario holds the Inca body, still in his arms. The Inca placed both arms around Mario's neck. Mario walked towards the big bed. He laid the Inca there.

They both make no sound, only body language through passionate desire, which they do. Mario tore Inca clothes one by one, leaving only his underwear. In a moment, Inka held back Mario's chest when her husband wanted to kiss her lips again.

"I'll stop, if you don't want to." Mario voiced with a clear face.

Inka stared at the unusual face Mario showed. Then loosened his hand that was holding Mario's field chest.

The Inca gave him access, so Mario could trace his entire body. With freedom, Mario traced every level of the curve of the body of the wife he missed. The body that is always the candle, the body that makes him crazy, the body that makes him calm.

Mario did it over and over again, like he was tidying up because two years didn't touch that body.

"Hmmm..." The Inca's body was moaning, feeling the pain in its core.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby." Mario said as he stroked the Inca cheek.

This is Mario's umpteenth apology. Last night, he kept saying those words on the sidelines of their hot activity.

Inka just fell silent. He spreads his view.

"What time is it? Ah I'm late." Inka immediately lowered her legs from the bed she was sleeping in.

He saw his clothes that were not formed. He grabbed his clothes that were scattered on the floor.

"What am I going home to wear?" Ask Inka while holding her formless clothes again.

Mario was still sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling and enjoying his wife's anger.

"I don't buy clothes for you, there are no women's clothes, there are only my clothes." Mario said, after shivering his shoulders.

The Inca threw the shapeless clothes in any direction.

"Ck. you are crazy, Rio" the Inca upset.

Mario approached Inka who was standing not far from him.

"I'm crazy, and it's because of you." Mario said, then a short kiss on Inca's lips.

"Today, you will sleep in this room with me, so that there may be a living here quickly." Mario stroked the Inca flat stomach, as he said his final sentence.

"What the hell, aren't we getting divorced? I was getting divorce papers at the time." Inka just wants to know his status and Mario at the moment.

"There is no divorce. The letter you gave me was torn." said Mario.

"Until this second, you're still my legal wife." Mario said again, hugging Inca's waist.

"And, as your punishment for secretly using contraception, then I will do as much as I want now." Mario took his wife back in bridal style.

The Inca lay down again on the big bed. Then, do it again and again. Until the Inca sprawled, and sounding in his stomach.

Mario chuckles. "You hungry?"

Inka nodded.

Mario is constantly smiling and laughing. Indeed, only this woman gives color to her life.