MARRYING DOWN THE BED?
41. An Idea as a Solution

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We finally got a chance to talk about it...

At this time, it was 3:45am after I was able to enjoy sleeping for almost 7 hours upon arrival at home last night and just put myself to sleep obeying Evita's command.

It turned out that I was indeed very sleepy and was soon able to fall asleep, no longer thinking about Rian for a while. Then woke up a while ago when Evita vaguely felt moving down from the bed to go to the bathroom.

"Asking demands? Wh-wh-what for? Why should I sue bang Hari? It just happened. And again, it wasn't my brother who imposed the will.I started it."

I tilted my head and looked at Evita, "What if I actually?"

"Huh? Meanin??" Head lay Evita on top of the raised bolster. He leaned over half-asleep along his roll, then he lay down on his left elbow so he could look back at me in the face, "But in the video it's clear I'm the one..."

Not necessarily answer Evita's question, I fad imagine for a moment if I were in the position of the bollinger... Imagining Evita's swaying right leg placed on my thigh; slowly rubbing it teased my thigh, then moving it up a little to look for a new target, change the rubbing there while Evita pleases herself pervading what is being done...

Imaginary morning. The routine activities of most men when they just wake up in the morning.

Ah come on, Evita and I are still newlyweds. Just 12 days married. It is commonplace that every moment this mind is filled with hot shadows and erotic thoughts. Moreover, it has been almost 5 years I fasted women and se*s...

Moreover, my new wife is very beautiful and attractive, it is impossible that this inner manhood desire is not immediately awakened even if only by looking at Evita who addressed my face to the goal.

As Evita is currently looking at my face after goal, waiting for my answer to the question that actually finally made me realize : no, if Evita does not intend to file a lawsuit against me legally, I will not, it's better not to open the card. Unlocking my secret.

Let the secret be kept and I will carry it to death. Because every human being must have a secret in his life, so my own secret is about that one thing.

Yeah, just like that.

"What if, for example," I ngles, "What if I were to impose a will, would you bring charges against me?"

Come on, baby, don't be curious anymore. I was worried my secret was exposed.

"If it is included in the crime of rape, of course, it must be reported. But how the hell is that?" Evita frowned, "Me and bang Hari'kan a married couple, is there a term husband rape wife so the wife needs to make demands on the actions of the husband?"

I laughed, "Then forget it."

My wife is not laughing. He was still frowning, "I don't understand the law. Bang Hari better understand that. But try now I ask, is it bang Hari any intention to try me again do that? Already know I can waver if being affected by alcohol, what bang someday will use the alcoholic drink for --"

"Absolutely, can I force you to drink just so I have a chance to fuck you again? Would you like me to persuade you, if one day I persuade you we'll have another drink so we can make love again?"... Evita followed the direction of my outstretched left hand approaching to rub the top of her head. I sincerely admired him, "Trust me, my wife, nothing will happen again. Don'worry. If you don't want to do it, you already do, you don't have to. There's no need for more drinking, there's no need for us to do that anymore. Okay?"

"Not okay. I guess it's okay to drink and get drunk first if it's with a hangover, it can help."

Well, what does this mean? What was this Evita talking about the same as what came to my mind right now?

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I have an idea. This was just thought of. Bang Hari, there's no way I'm forever avoiding it, so. if it's a bang Hari is..want it..all right, I'm willing to drink until drunk so brother, I mean so we can make love."

"What?!"

"Evita,"

"Yes?"

"Forget over. No need. I'm not the kind of jerk that forces you to do what you don't actually like to do. Especially making love. Forgetit. Your idea wasn't the best solution to solving the problem of your dislike of intercourse."

"What if I told you just the opposite? I consider this idea the best solution..."

"Evitaa. I wouldn't fuck you if your response to me was based on being affected by alcohol. Although the truth was last night, I did it."

"What if I beg him? I ask with all my humility now, please, do that to me. Bang Hari made love to me even though I had to get drunk first."

Now I really shiver in horror at Evita's last words. Instead of reacting otherwise become excited, all the fur on my body stood bristling.

Drunk just fucked? The evita? Which is automatic throughout our lives, we will do our se*s in that way every time?

"You know what you're doing..."

Evita said so quickly, "Conscious!" Seriously and wholeheartedly. It just makes me more confused. "Or, bang Hari would rather not ignore my request? Look, I'm begging right now?"

"Evita, I don't know why you suddenly became..."

"Not really sudden..." This time my wife pitched like a despair, "I've been trying my best since marriage." The bar is half sulking. The nodding of the sign's head justifies it. "And now I am. While fulfilling my promise. As I said to bang Hari I will try to be a good wife, I said last night. Prove my talk."

Evita's words, I think Evita more and more open and more and more talk to me, his words since this was actually. Although my mouth was talking to him, the other reacted to it.

Is it possible..have to be like that life path outlined for both of us in our married life?

"I still can't agree to that." Instead of agreeing, I'm still maintaining this 'rejection', more to know what else my wife is going to voice.

"Bang Hariii..." And Evita's dramatic moans were her restrained form of anxiety towards me. He could not have read that in this feeling, I thought I was beginning to accept his idea.

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Tequila and Red Wine's package has arrived in plain sight.

Compact looking at the nanar towards these 4 bottles of alcoholic liquor, both me and Evita could only be stunned for a moment in front of them, which seemed to stand up straight defiantly on our dining table...

Back presenting 2 bottles of Tequila plus 2 bottles of Red Wine with the most famous brand in Indonesia, we finally agreed to decide, will make them as a solution, armed with an excerpt from a health article in online media that Evita and I have been browsing together :

"It is not only a psychological effect that reduces fear and anxiety, chemically alcohol is also known as aphrodisiac or natural se*s arousal generator. In women, this effect was studied in the journal Nature in 1994.

According to experts at the time, alcohol in certain amounts can increase the hormone se*s testosterone. Quoted from Askmen, Friday (24/2/2012), experts also recommend it as a therapy for women who experience problems with libido or low arousal se*s..."

Of course, without ruling out side effects, we will still try to limit the amount and frequency of consumption.

So it is, for a while, like this. In the hope that someday as time passed, my wife could stop using it, in other words, finally being able to do that naturally without having to use this angler. Who know. Who knows...