The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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While hanging out on the mattress with his back resting on the head of the bed, Andre seemed busy playing a mobile phone. Until, the creaking of the bathroom door breaks its concentration. Andre's eyes could not blink when the newly opened door displayed Irma with an appearance that made Andre hold his saliva so as not to drip.

The woman was standing in front of the bathroom door wearing a red liingeri made from imported stech polyester+soft lace with a combination of lace, then walk towards the bed while tugging at the tip of the thin shirt hoping to extend a little covering his exposed thigh, although not put too because the top is also very thin. It is no different than not wearing clothes.

'Should've tried to go straight into the closet. So he won't make me use a cobweb.' While walking Irma cursed herself.

Moments ago after they had dinner, Irma and Andre went straight to the room. Irma, who was still wearing a dress, rushed to the bathroom to change clothes while brushing her teeth and washing her face. Meanwhile, with a happy hue and priceless patience, Andre seemed to stand in front of the bathroom door, waiting for his woman to come out wearing the clothes that were lying on the bed. However, the pill of disappointment had to be swallowed by Andre when reality did not match the expectations. Irma came out in pajamas in long pants.

"Why?" Irma narrowed her eyes, looking at Andre who was staring at her from head to head.

"Kok, put on this shirt, anyway?" protest Andre while pulling the end of Irma's sleeve.

"Normally too, right, wear this." Irma who did not know that Andre already knew about the liingeri he bought, answered as casually as possible. "Here, I'll take the wound!" The woman pulled the husband's hand.

However, Andre immediately pulled back his hand. "I don't want to be treated, if you still wear that shirt," he said while siding.

"Keep on what clothes? Usually wear this too. Don't be weird, let me take it!" Irma pulled back Andre, but the man was still unmoved.

"Wear the red shirt that was on the bed."

Huh huh? Irma was made gasp by her husband's answer. Free, just now he rushed to the room to hide the thin shirt because it was not ready to wear it, it turns out Andre already knows first.

"Ta-ta-pi ...." Irma is confused as to what to answer.

"Nothing but, but. Put it on first or I don't want to be treated as well as I'm craving, too" Andre threatened.

Irma was still silent, neither resisting nor reproducing.

"Yes, if you don't want me to sleep in the next room." Andre went to leave the room, but was immediately prevented by Irma.

"Okay, I'm changing clothes."

Now, the woman who deliberately hid her finger had changed clothes to make Andre increasingly made intoxicated by the charm of the wife who increasingly makes him crazy. With eyes still fixed on Irma, Andre came down from the bed to the woman who was also walking towards him.

"You are beautiful" praised Andre as Irma was right in front of him.

While kissing the wife's hand with eyes that did not stop staring at the blushing face, Andre continued to say words of praise for his admiration for Irma. Irma's current appearance made the blood in Andre's body flow very quickly, he also brought his face closer to Irma's face.

"Here, I'm healing the wound!" Suddenly Irma pulled up Andre's arm with one more hand grabbing the ointment over the nightstand, as their lips almost stuck.

Andre could only snort without being able to resist. 'Patience, Dre! First the first order of the first lady.'

Irma told Andre to sit down, then treat the wound on Andre's hand. Not to forget, Irma landed a kiss on each wound Andre before being treated.

"It looks like it's a nail claw. What are you clawing at, Mas, ampe so much like this?" irma asked while observing the shape of Andre's wound.

"Women." Andre, who had been unable to stop taking his eyes and mind off Irma, replied. He did not pay much heed to the question of the wife, the most important answer and the ointment is also quickly completed, making Andre can quickly to the core ritual.

Andre nodded for sure.

"Are you home late because you're with that woman?" ask Irma again. It is undeniable that his body already feels hot, even Irma's eyes have felt blurred. His mind has wandered everywhere.

"Yes," replied Andre again who made Irma's chest rumble, the pain suddenly approached.

"Then what did you do with him?"

"I've accompanied him—"

Irma cuts off Andre's conversation by rewarding a bite in Andre's uninjured hand, making the man moan.

"Darling, really, bitten, anyway?" ask Andre astonishment.

'I don't want to hear anything more painful.'

"It's over, that's the bonus" said Irma as she threw the ointment over the nightstand. Irma's gaze was no longer friendly, making Andre gasp made. "One more, this is for you!" Irma thrust a black box that had been stored near the pillow.

"Thank you, dear." Andre received the gift box with a big smile, even though Irma had turned 180⁰, even Andre could see clearly the glint of anger behind the teary eyes.

"I'm sleepy." Irma turned her body, then lay back to Andre while pulling the blanket to cover her body up to the neck. The woman also closed, until without feeling clear liquid wet the cheeks.

"Dear to sleep anyway? Then what's that? I promise you, you know!" Andre who was not aware of the speech that was thrown before was even made confused and did not accept. He who had fantasized everywhere was left asleep.

"Darling ...." Andre approached Irma, but there was no answer. However, a sobbing made Andre aware that his wife was not sleeping but was crying. "Darling, you cry? Why?" ask Andre to worry.

He turned Irma's body towards him, and sure enough tears had run down the cheek

that lady.

"Darling why are you crying?" ask Andre again while cupping Irma's face. Aka but, Irma immediately turned her face away. "What's wrong?"

"There's nothing" said Irma, releasing her cupped hand and turning her back.

"If there's nothing, it can't be like this. A few minutes ago we were fine."

"If you think so yourself" replied Irma, ketus.

'Did I say wrong?' Andre tried to remember all the words that came out of his mouth.

"Yes, geez!" The man immediately applauded when he remembered the ambiguous answers that came out when the eyes and mind had fantasized, while his mouth unconsciously spoke that made him troubled.

'If the kayak gini can be a long affair.'