Not Salihah's Wife
Love Traces

Randy swallows his saliva, hearing Amara's words. As a normal man, of course, the appearance and offers of the girl in front of him like a well that can be explored to complete the aridity and heat of his heart and body.

“Amara .. I'm a normal guy. Don't tease me,” cetus Randy.

“I'm not flirting, Mr. Randy my husband and..”.

“We don't discuss this first, I'm afraid khilaf.”

Amara sighed, she was ashamed because of her intention to be a good wife and got a rejection from her husband. Even like jal*ng that was rejected by the customer, so he felt.

Seeing the change in Amara's countenance, Randy scrunched his forehead. The man realized that Amara had been offended maybe even what he said earlier he said purely his desire to be a good wife and could be that the girl was starting to accept their relationship.

“Sir Randy made me feel ashamed,” said Amara while looking down.

“Why should I be ashamed? I'm not resisting but I'm holding back.”

Amara raised her face again and looked at the man before her. The halal couple linked their views so deeply and without them knowing their views were getting closer because of the face that was getting closer.

Randy finally ventured to grab Amara's lips slowly and gently, Amara was actually conscious and surprised but she just silently accepted what her husband did. Suppose that the business in bed of course needs heating and what they do is heating.

The first thing they did was for Amara, and so was Randy. Although he was almost married to Hana and his age was included in the adult category but Randy never violated his body and behavior, even if only to hold hands let alone lip pagutan. Realizing that Amara's lips taste like sweet honey makes both feel opium.

The appearance of their lips was detached, although still in amateur motion for both of them but able to make other desires in each and every breath.

“Pak Randy ...” Amara's voice sounded so sexy and seductive in the ears of men who were overwhelmed with other desires.

Finally the man again clenched Amara's lips even this time one of his hands held the nape of the girl who could only resignedly get an attack from her husband. If the previous pagutan they are so soft this time feels different because Randy is clenched with heat. Even accidentally biting her opponent's lips made Amara open her mouth and not be weeded by randy who immediately passed his senses to explore what was in the cavity. Amara began to reply to what her husband was doing, their senses were struggling and twisting.

Randy felt something stronger again as well as Amara who felt like her body was getting a voltage. Randy's lips slipped off and moved towards Amara's neck and traced and even sucked and left a trail there. Amara involuntarily let out a sigh let alone Randy's hand began to touch the front of his body.

The man regained his senses and stopped his activities and smiled and rubbed Amara's head. It felt like Randy wanted to go back to attacking the more extreme and raining down there even so curious about the appearance of his innocent wife.

“It's enough, just think of it as an acquaintance. It is not good if I directly fight you all out,” said Randy while rubbing Amara's cheek.

“You are beautiful and I am sure you will be a godly wife,” said Randy then grabbed Amara's body into his arms.

On the eve of sleep, Randy, who was already in bed and leaning on the headboard while reading a book, waited for Amara, who was still in the bathroom. Wishing the girl did not wear a nightgown that made her maleness flutter.

It turned out that Amara came out of the walk in closet already wearing pajamas, making her husband sigh of relief because Amara often wore clothes that always tease without realizing it.

“Pak Randy hasn't slept?”

“Hm.”

Amara had already climbed into the bed right next to her husband who was still sitting leaning back. He yawned and pulled the blanket.

“I slept first yes, the lights do not forget to be turned off yes sir,” said Amara.

Randy did not answer, he put the book down and replaced the room lights with more dim lights.

“Amara,” call Randy who has been lying behind the body of Amara who is on his back. Not hearing any words just regular breathing from the girl, Randy also ventured to embrace the slender body of Amara.

“Do not be surprised yes, if later wake us up in a condition so close.”

Amara reached out her hand before she got out of the car. This morning they left together to go to campus and were already in the car park. Randy who understood that Amara would kiss his hand welcomed even rubbing the girl's head.

“Do not be close to a man who is not a muhrim and keep the attitude,” advice Randy.

Amara nodded her head and then extended her hand again.

“What?”

“Asking for money, I want to go to the cafeteria there can not pay by card.”

A savvy Randy took out his wallet and took out two pieces of red money and placed them in his wife's palm.

Amara smiled, “Thank you handsome Mr. Randy, do not spread the charm yes.”

“I don't spread charm.”

Amara just sneered and her hand would open the car door but was held back by Randy who immediately held back his nape and clenched the girl's lips.

“Pak Randy,” grumbled Amara.

“What? Vitamin C, good for my stamina today,”, Randy said. “Later to my room, we'll have lunch together.”

“Hm.”

Randy looked at Amara who got out of the car and stepped away. His appearance this time was more polite with long pants and long-handed t-shirts. Her hair was pinched but not a ponytail that would expose her collar neck.

Amara arrives at her class, Melly and Juan arrive first.

“Hai,” greet the girl on her two best friends.

“Tumben, it is common to come angry or pout. So suspicious, don't-don't fall in love again,” Melly cetus.

Amara just sneered, there was still a few minutes before the lecture began and the three of them were late in the conversation including the schedule of the semester exam and the internship that must be followed next semester.

“Ehh, this what?” ask Melly while revealing the hair even the shirt that Amara wore. Apparently Randy's trail was spotted by Melly.

“Ish, what the hell,” elak Amara but Juan and Melly have seen traces of Randy's ownership there.

“Oh my god, Amara the ‘kan ...”

“Who made that? You guys, since when have a guy no one said the same to us-we,” said Juan interrupted Melly's remarks.

“Not my guy but .. husband.”

“Hahh.”

Juan and Melly simultaneously squealed and looked at each other, curious and needed their explanation delayed because the lecturer was in front of the class and greeted.

“Lo debt same story us,” said Melly lirih.