MARRYING DOWN THE BED?
31. Tomorrow Night
Seems not. This is not a dream or a fantasy. Because Evita was actually standing straight in front of me in a childish attitude carrying a bottle of Tequila in the left arm, had been able to drink this Tequila with me.
Even he said he was drunk?
Not one bit of cursing impression on me. Or, do not or have not realized the possibility of what will happen if he was made drunk by alcohol content of almost 40.
Of course, because my wife has never been intoxicated. So how can he know what the effect will be like, other than what is common and maybe he already understands this, drunken drinkers will turn into chaos. Somehow with Evita herself, my wife doesn't know if she'll be as screwed up as that.
The soul of the tomboyish Evita, the adventurous soul of an Evita, do not be provoked. Even if my wife was finally hooked, I really felt between 'ngeh and not 'ngeh was fishing.
The words I made naturally came out of my mouth. Not designed at all, it is not planned A to Z what to say or what.
Oh Evita, I'm sorry about you. Because I love you so much and care about you, I had to commit myself to doing this.
It's not that I can't accept you for who you are. Because I love you too much, I want to share this love that I feel with you in my own way, which I consider to be the truer way to do it.
Your goodness. For the sake of the happiness of our household, no matter what my own mouth once called Life is not always about se*s...
Forgive me and my selfish love...
Well, hopefully.
Evita was still looking at me waiting for an answer.
When's? It's good not tonight, my son. I still feel a little 'shocked' to accept this acceptance of yours, so it took me a while to adapt to accept it while preparing some preparations.
"Tomorrow at night, baby." Finally I answered so while taking a bottle of Tequila from my wife's hand and returning it to her box, "I've been drinking so much coffee this day while studying the client files sent by my assistant. So it's good that tomorrow night we enjoy this, when we're really comfortable and relaxed. How's it?"
"Whatever. It's up to Hari." Swiping both shoulders Evita more impressed childish. Okay, whatever. So tomorrow night's time is prioritized. We exchanged smiles too. My beloved angel has succeeded half the way I have conquered. But it seems, the feeling of my heart can not really sreg.
"But Evita, you really want to.I mean, you can just taste, sip a little, that's fine. Just so you can tell what Tequila tastes like on your tongue. Don't take it seriously.
If I was alone, who once made me drunk it drank up to 3 slokis.
You know, 1 glass of sloveny is approximately 30ml. So yeah, around that amount I got drunk. Or maybe more than 3 slokis, I forgot. Understandably I've been hunting unconscious --"
Maybe these words sounded boring to my wife because then she interjected by pulling my hands together, placing each of them on the side of her waist as she shifted closer to the table.
The signal can be caught clearly, then I lift it up and I put it on the edge of the table.
Almost nudged the package box next door...
Conversing for a moment, my wife said, "Jus, bang Hari? Just tasting? Noo. It's not my age anymore just tasting-tasting. I'm 17 years old and upass."
So I spread out my hands, I reached for my wife's hands to be thrust into my armpits. We cuddled. Hugging each other. When it felt less attached, Evita opened and stretched between the two thighs, giving me space so that I advanced closer to him, then...
We also kissed, in various styles, positions and sound effects like we were releasing a pent-up longing.
Between the arms of Evita's two arms around the bottom of my armpits and the clasps of her legs controlled my side.
On the edge of the dining table a little more Evita moving backwards can hit 1 bottle of Tequila that is still standing on the table.
Amongst the rubbing of my chest on pay*from Evita's full circle, no afdol hugged this tightly without creating a chemical reaction through our swiping force.
Not complete also the flirtation of a newlywed husband and wife before doing erotic scenes such as the movement slowly up and down one of my legs on the side of my wife's thighs until the touch on the curve hidden there pushing Evita squirmed her hips.
Holding on to both of my shoulders, he pulled a kiss, choosing to enjoy with the fatigue of my right leg play in the sensitive area below his body. Or the swaying of my hands that cradled one after another of its twin hills, creating writhing, whimpering, moaning, and certainly wet moistening. Or, trace my tongue on the auricle to the side of Evita's neck.
It will not be called perfect before I managed to fuck her and make her realize that the husband and wife relationship is not a disgusting thing but actually something beautiful washed away...
But like the experience that he had immediately pulled and closed himself once I made love, then now I never tried it again. As a result, through just making out, I admit I am quite satisfied and seek the peak with myself satisfying myself.
That's what has happened in the last 8 days. Still fortunately, Evita did not talk much and did not comment much about our unique sequ*s...
After a while, we satisfied ourselves with making out...
"Well, not just tasting, you can drink it. No matter how much you want and drink, we'll drink together." My heart to Evita was met with a crisp laugh.
"Can't wait," he was happy.
Especially me, baby.
"OKAY. By the way you're not bored just at home continuing like this? I'm the home type. You're not a houseman. It's Monday the 9th day of our wedding, we just went out 2x to shop for the supermarket. The rest are not going anywhere anymore. Don't you feel bete?"
"No problem. I like koq. 'There are friends. As long as there's a brother here with me every minute of every second, I don't want anything else."
I laugh. Evita smiled meaningfully. All parts of his upper body are always allowed to be attached to my body like this, I also do not want anything else. My wife has melted into me and my heart day by day. All the time in the last 9 days, we were both hard to separate again.
My wife Evita Purnama Sari, SH. Still a virgin on the 9th day of our marriage. Only able to make*nya limited to the eyes.
Never prevented me from fondling him, even I asked him to sleep by my side without a piece of clothing, he always granted.
Every core part of him is no longer a secret to me. And so is my part for him. It was painful for me to only touch it but I could not have it fully, but gradually I became more adept at exercising that patience, so yes, life had to continue anyway.
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