Wife Saving President
SEASON II □ CHAPTER 163

"Darling......"

Arman had just come home from work and now he had entered the room, but he did not see his beloved wife there. Arman took off the tie and forged it on the sofa, after which opening his expensive suit still in the same way flung the suit at will. Just like now he sits on the sofa and opens his shoes that are left there just like that, even his socks are also thrown away.

"Darling...."

Arman folded his shirt arms up to his elbow, he came out of the room and looked for where his beloved wife was.

"Sley?" call Arman half-screaming.

"Love where I am, don't know what I'm missing" Arman murmured as he was on the second floor and his gaze circulated looking for the whereabouts of his wife, because Seli's habit was to sit on the balcony reading a magazine, Arman thought that maybe the wife was asleep but not until a worker saw her master yelling at their mistress' name.

"Sir, find the madam?" ask the Art.

"Well, do you know where my wife is?" tanya Arman ruffled his waist.

"The lady in the kitchen, with the great lady Lastri, was making a cake" said the Art, Arman's hand raised a sign asking the Art to leave and continue his work.

Arman is very cold on every worker and make the regulation should not be centi or dressed sexy. Because Arman does not want anyone to tease him secretly or anyone who does adultery fellow workers in his house, no one can date fellow workers if caught will be fired directly dishonorably. That's the rule that Arman made.

"Dear."

Arman's voice is now in the kitchen, he wants to hug his wife from the belakan look very sexy wife. It feels like Arman is just focusing on looking at the slender waist of the wife. The part that Arman likes most, Seli always uses clothes that do not make his body clearly formed, but he always uses loose clothing. But people will not be sure behind the loose clothes, the body of Arman Alfarisi's wife is very sexy like a Spanish guitar.

Even Arman could not turn to another, his wife was indeed very short everyone must have thought of that but not Arman. Arman from before marriage was convinced behind the bagayan loose, stored a beautiful body. Arman also used to often pay attention to Seli when he was swaying comfort Ziva, without Seli's knowledge of course.

"Aren't you home?"

Seli was surprised to see her beloved husband was already in front of her, not the husband to the office and only a few moments away but in fact is now home again.

"Yes, who was with Brother Yuk," pinta Arman, he could not immediately embrace the wife in front of Lastri, he said, maybe if there is only Art alone is not a problem but Lastri is his in-laws and he already considers Lastri like his own real mother.

"Silver, Seli again makes Seli's favorite cake with Mommy," reject Seli subtly so that her husband is not offended, besides he is very cool with the cake.

"Seli is not good to argue that husband," said Lastri softly.

"But Seli again made Mother's cake," Seli did not seem to understand Arman's current state, until Arman approached Seli.

"If you don't go with Brother to the room, your brother is here with Sister in front of Mother as well" whispered Arman in a quiet voice. Only the two of them heard.

Seli widened her eyes, her mouth wide open, gurgling the saliva with great difficulty. Seli could not imagine if until Arman did that here, Seli's eyes reflexively looked at Arman who was staring at him also by raising his eyebrows.

"Mother help Art aja yes, Seli soon if not ready Seli help again," said Seli who began to walk half-run, because Arman had walked away from him. Lastri was just giddy looking at the young couple before him.

Now that the two had entered the room, Arman quietly locked the door without asking anything more.

"Mmnfp," Seli was surprised when his lips were exhausted by his beloved husband, even though he wanted to nag the husband who had disturbed him to make a cake with the Mother.

"Darling, I told you to rest. But why are you in the kitchen" said Arman in a voice foggy of passion.

"Sstt," Seli wants to answer Arman's question, but can't because Arman squeezes and sucks hers, seli had never felt that for a long time and now Arman gives her an inner living it feels like Seli is a widow who has never been given a touch of spoiled.

"Ah......" one moan escaped not when Arman sucked the part, Seli could only squeeze Arman's hair and press deeper to break the fabric of his factory. I don't know since when his clothes detached from the clear body now both are equally innocent.

"Ah...ah...ah.." Seli's hand could only grip the sapre tightly, feeling the hardwood piercing his body. It feels unspeakable with words because all can only be felt with a very extraordinary taste.

In their new home this was the first time this had happened, the room bearing witness to the roaring sounds of each other. Daytime is not a barrier to seek the enjoyment of heaven the world is so full of longing. Sweat that flows throughout the body both become tangible evidence if everything feels tiring, but the fatigue paid off shortly after the peak of pleasure arrived.

"Sister," Seli drooped limply hugging Arman who was now beside him.

"Thank you dear."

"Kak Seli was thirsty to drink," Seli was very tired and he needed to drink, Arman woke up and gave the water that was on the nightstand to Seli. Seli gulped down the water it was very refreshing throat, after which he lay back and Arman enveloped the wife.

"Racid?" Arman chuckled while combing his wife's hair with his fingers.

"He'um" Seli answered half-consciously in an instant he was carried away in his sleep, and he could no longer even open his eyes.