Not Salihah's Wife
Husband Dreams

Amara screamed softly with both hands smashing on the bed sheet, her body shaking withstanding anything that entered her. Randy realized that his wife's body was trying to adjust, he again made Amara more relaxed by scooping his lips while the one below back stomped.

The two seemed inseparable, as if floating with the same gair@h and adventuring to create a room that witnesses their hot activities. Both bodies were already sweating, Randy was getting excited.

“Pak ... Slow down,” Og Amara.

“Did I hurt you?” Randy changed his rhythm and looked at Amara's face, which was closed because he enjoyed. The woman shook her head which was returned with a smile by her husband.

When they feel almost finished and ready to reach the peak of their enjoyment, their two hands are interlocked. Amara was sighing and groaning because she had first obtained her release. While Randy is almost ready, speed up his movements and then release the seeds and************down below.

His second breath was still roaring, Amara was still enjoying the incredible sensation he had just felt. Randy is still on his wife's body, he manages to make Amara a woman. Smacked his forehead after wiping his woman's sweat.

“Thank you, baby. Thank you for looking after him and handing him over for me,” whispered Randy.

“Pak Randy, last .. and slide,” pinta Amara.

Randy released his body and fell right next to his wife. 

“Huft.”

Amara pulled the blanket and covered their bodies, even for her body to be enveloped up to the neck. Already the right choice and decision to close her eyes, Amara shifted her body to lie on her side.

“Ehh.” The woman was surprised by the hand holding her waist, of course Randy's hand. “Pak Randy, his hand .. I want to sleep.”

Randy's face seemed to be smiling but his eyes were closed.

“Don't sleep first, I still want.”

The man moved, then opened the blanket and re-encased his wife's body.

“Pak Randy ...”

“Sttt, your body seems to make opium. I want again ... after this we rest.”

Amara could not resist, although there were unusual and uncomfortable parts of her body but when receiving her husband's touch other body parts responded and welcomed. Repetition of scenes makes the duration of their activities longer than before.

Their voices seem simple. Moans and sighs made more and more sweat spots wet the bodies of both. Until finally back to the vortex and peak of pleasure. Amara was already suffering from exhaustion finally began to fall asleep, Randy still hugged and kissed his wife's face.

“Amara Kalina, I love you .. love you so much,” whispered Randy.

Amara who had been lulled in a dream only responded with an unclear mutter.

...***...

Randy was awake even before his usual time and was already cleaning up. He returned to the bed to wake his wife in a whisper and put his lips on Amara's face.

“Ehm, just a moment. Five minutes left,” muttered Amara without opening her eyes.

“Amara, wakeup. It's almost dawn.”

Amara shifted her body making the blanket she was wearing shifted and showed narrow shoulders that were white and smooth. Randy smiled because some of the tracks left behind were there.

The woman finally woke up and blinked her eyes slowly and realized that her body was plain and just covered. Even her husband was there with his smiling face and wet hair.

“Pak Randy ... Last night we?”

“What's with last night?” Randy asked while rubbing his wife's shoulder. “You want to do it again?”

Amara shook her head.

“Mandi then we dawn together.”

Amara nodded her head. His mouth felt a little too faint to open, remembering what they did last night. Not only once but repeating it again, he also remembered the pain that whack although slowly changed into a pleasure.

“Come, I've prepared warm water in the bathtub.”

Amara had a hard time getting up and looking for her clothes.

“My shirt ... last night's feeling here.”

“No need, last night I searched all. So, don't be shy,” said Randy then approached and grabbed Amara's body.

The woman buried her face in the chest of her husband's field, ashamed that her body was still innocent.

“Don't be long, it will be out at dawn,” said Randy after laying Amara's body on the bathub.

Amara's body that feels crumpled and sore here and there, better when soaking.

“It turns out Mr. Randy is a dream husband, this is very comfortable. Though my body just now it feels not bad,” muttered Amara while closing my eyes.

Not until ten minutes, Amara had rinsed her body and put on a bathrobe out of the bathroom. Even as he headed for the dressing room, he had already prepared clothes for him.

“So Sweet really.”

“Amara, fast!”

“Iya.” Amara hurried to put on her clothes.

After the congregation of two rakaat, the woman yawned and returned to lay her body on the prayer mat while Randy was still reciting. Last night's activities really make his body tired and sleepy.

“Eh, why sleep again?”

Randy shook his head looking at Amara who had returned to sleep even still wearing a face. For this time, the man understood because Amara was also tired. He took his wife and laid her back on the bed.

“At bedtime you are adorable,” muttered Randy while pinching his wife's nose.