Teasing A Naughty Husband
The first night fantasy

"Mama!"

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Hendry called a ruler to marry the Bunga that day. Amir's condition is getting worse and he wants to marry his only daughter before leaving. The man represented the guardianship rights to the ruler.

Amir breathed his last right when Bunga and Artha were declared legal as a couple by the ruler. Crying and hysterical screams broke, bouncing inside and out of Amir's treatment room. Flowers and her mother hugged each other with heartbreaking cries.

Artha raised her hand, wanting to hug Flower's shoulder. However, he pulled it back when he remembered the signed contract letter. The man wanted to make his shoulder as the backing of the Flower, but the woman did not turn to him at all.

Just once, I want you to lean on me. I want to be a part of your life.

The next day, Amir had finished being buried in the local public cemetery. The first night was spent with the funeral and the second night was spent with the neighbors who stayed up late reciting holy verses. The marriage was filled with misfortune, but Artha never regretted it.

"Sir Artha just come in. We-we're okay being left out. New bride time outdoors continues? From yesterday was busy taking care of Mr. Amir's funeral and accompany us to stay up late. Supposedly, Son Artha, do the first night, right?" Mr. RT asked in a half-whispering voice.

The other four men chuckled softly. They even provoked Artha to immediately unseal the Flower. Henry came and joined them.

"Let papa accompany them. You, go to sleep there. It's not good to stay up all the time. You can get sick later," said Hendry.

Artha knocked on his wife's room door. Initially, Bunga did not allow her husband to enter the room, but both Artha's parents saw their interaction from a distance. Forced, he allowed Artha.

"I'll sleep on the floor. So, sleep quietly. I won't break the deal" Artha said as she rolled out a plastic mat.

He took a pillow from the bed. Lying his back to his wife, Artha was unable to close her eyes despite feeling sleepy. After all, he was a normal man who had married. In his mind of course there was his beautiful shadow of the first night.

*"fr. Artha .. wake up," said Bunga as he poked Artha's cheek.

When the man opened his eyes, he suddenly turned. He swallowed the saliva when his eyes were fixed on the wife. Sexy lingerie wrapped in crazy body Flowers really tease his maleness desire.

"Ka-ka .. You, don't sleep? Why dress like that?" asked Artha stammered.

"Who? How, you still asking, anyway? Tonight, right, our first night. You ... don't want to get into bed?"

"Huh?" Artha was stunned with her mouth wide open.

Flowers crawled over her husband's body lying tensely. Not only was the body tense, but something that reflected her gender. Naughty, Bunga toyed with Artha's stick that had been tense ever since he opened his eyes.

Artha moaned, clutching the blanket that rolled beside her. In fact, he even bit his lips to muffle his sigh. After a while, something warm came out of the stick.*

"I can't take it anymore" Artha said with her eyes closed.

Hearing the ****** and the voice of the person speaking, Flowers also open their eyes. As it turns out, Artha is dreaming, and delirious. It was unclear what the man was muttering. However, the Flower as it heard its name was called.

"Stop, Bunga. I'm …."

What's he dreaming, anyway? Dream of fighting with me? Or he's dreaming about the night …. Huh! Pants wet!

Flowers turned their faces that felt hot. He fleshed his face with his palm. However, he was forced to look at Artha for having to wake the man up.

"arc. Artha, wake! Artha!"

The flower patted the back of her husband's hand, but the man did not wake up. He took drinking water in a glass that was always available on the nightstand. Flowers splashed a little water on Artha's face.

Artha sat down and her eyes went around. He was not flooded and the first night he experienced was just a dream. The wife wears long pajamas, not wearing lingerie like in her dreams.

Damnit damnit! Turns out I was dreaming. Waitaminute! Why does this bed seem wet?

Artha looked at the hand of the Flower holding the glass, but the contents were still full. It is also impossible if the flower to water it. Recalling her dream, Artha looked to her sensitive part.

Grep's!

He grabbed the blanket as fast as lightning. Covering wet pants with red face. Artha cursed quietly.

"Dam."

"You're telling me? Heh, I just woke you up because you were noisy. My sleep is disturbed because you are nervous, you know, no," the Flower grumbled loudly.

"What ... did I say when I was delirious?" artha asked doubtfully.

"not clear. You are wet, obviously. The elder was still wetting his bed," the Flower teased while holding back a smile, but to no avail.

In the end, Flowers laughed out loud. His stomach felt twisted because he laughed for too long. Until Artha woke up and undressed, only then did Bunga stop laughing.

Athletic body with ABS is quite tempting. Six boxes of her abdominal muscles protrude solidly. The flower could not take its eyes off of it. However, just as Artha was about to take off her shorts, Bunga turned her back.

"You what ... you? Don't fuck with me!" Bunga warned her husband not to break the contract.

"I want to change clothes. I slept in wet clothes" replied Artha casually.

"You, right, can change clothes in the bathroom. Why undress here, anyway," protested Flowers.

"The bathroom is outside. I ... embarrassed if —"

"That's it. I'm the only one out" said Bunga.

After Bunga left, Artha cursed her fate. First time sleeping in the room and he's done something embarrassing. How does he face the flower in the future?

"It's a shame" he said.

Outside, Flowers were still giggling amusedly. He imagined what Artha's face would look like today. Bunga sure, Artha just looks calm in front of him.

Hendry, who went into the house to get coffee, passed him. He asked why the flower came out and the girl could not answer honestly. How would his father react if he knew the son was bedwetting?

"Bunga overheating, Om. So, go out for a while to get some wind," he replied.

"Papa. Time still calling, Om. Now, papa is your father-in-law. Do not hesitate to papa and consider papa like your own father," said Hendry while wiping the top of the head of the flower with affection.

Maybe marriage is God's destiny. By being Hendry and Khumaira's son-in-law, Bunga still felt the warmth of a father. When Hendry was about to go to the kitchen, Artha came out of the room with a blanket and wet clothes.

"Well .. great is you, bad boy, too" said Hendry, patting Artha's bare shoulder.

Henry misunderstood the situation. She thought the blanket was wet because Artha and Bunga did the first night. Flowers swerved to Artha, asking the man to explain everything to the father-in-law.

*Connected*