After eating, I immediately took off my underwear and put it in the dirty clothes bin. Maybe that's all that's left today because I haven't washed all my underwear yet. I'm forced to now only wear a negligee without using underwear. It's my turn to wear a negligee. My husband is very happy because Indeed, almost every day my husband, Faiz, asks for a share.
All my thoughts were about fucking, being nasty, having sex and that was it for me, as a wife I just agreed to what Mas Faiz asked and served his thirst for sex. The negligee slid down quickly, and immediately revealed the innocence of my smooth white body. My nipples were erect, and my vagina was starting to get wet too. He kissed my forehead, cheeks, nose, neck and lips.
Makes it very easy for me to get my cravings going, no need to wait too long to warm up. Immediately our tongues wrestled. Mas Faiz's left hand started twisting and squeezing my nipples, and his right hand reached into my vagina from the front.
I didn't want to stay silent, I grabbed his already stiff penis with both hands and shook Faiz's penis, going up and down quickly.
"Your vagina gets wet very quickly... Are you horny, darling?" he asked with a smile.
"Yes, of course…. Who wouldn't try it if your fingers poked around your little sister's vagina like that..." Mas Faiz smiled, he looked at my face which was starting to turn red.
Mas Faiz suddenly stopped his tongue wrestling, and directed his mouth to my breasts. HAP. He immediately grabbed my right chest. He sucked hard, his tongue dancing nimbly over my nipple. Amused. Before long, his mouth moved to my left breast. HOP.
"Annnnggg..." this time his teeth came into play, gently biting my nipple which was starting to harden.
"Ouuuuwhh... sssshhhhh" I could only hiss accepting all his treatment.
"Sir, now okay..." I whispered softly.
"I can't stand it anymore." Mas Faiz nodded his head.
My naked body was turned to face the dining table and he hugged my tiny body from behind.
Even though he had changed position, his hands were still fondling my body. His left hand gently squeezed my breasts, and his right hand poked several fat fingers into my vagina. I felt his penis right in my buttocks, he was rubbing his penis with feeling.
“Mas.. come on…. Put it in quickly... Little brother can't stand it anymore..." I whined pitifully.
Understanding my desire that I couldn't hold back any longer, Mr Faiz then pushed my shoulders forward and leaned on the dining table.
“Spread your legs a little bit... So that's it"
I was shocked when I felt my husband's right hand slowly poke my vagina from the buttocks.
"Warm up..." he said calming me down.
His fat fingers poked several times in my vagina. My fluids flooded. Slowly, Faiz began to direct the head of his penis towards my vagina. The shaft of the penis was rubbed outside the lips of my genitals.
He tried to lubricate the entire shaft of his penis with my vaginal fluid. Mas Faiz took steps. I felt the head of his penis between the circles of my buttocks. Slowly he began to push the shaft of his penis and it began to push in. It was so warm, springy but hard.
While still squeezing my chest with one hand, Mas Faiz pushed the head of his penis little by little.
“CLEP” the head of his penis had entered.
"Uhh..." I sighed while closing my eyes tightly. Even though I'm used to the size of Faiz's penis, there's still a little pain that occurs.
Mas Faiz shifted my body position, trying to make it more stable when we had sex. Slowly, he began to push the shaft of his penis into my vagina.
I felt slow throbs that made my female organs become increasingly wet. Little by little, until the 16 cm long rod completely disappeared into my female organs.
“Mmmmm… bro….” My voice trembled to hold back my lust.
“Why...? Nice…?" Mas Faiz kissed my back when he saw me nodding my head.
I was so passionate, my vaginal fluid became unstoppable, because I felt it start to fall, flowing towards my thighs.
"CLEK... CLEK... CLEK..." Mas Faiz started moving his hips back and forth, stirring and thrusting his penis deeply, faster and faster.
“PLAK… PLAK… PLAK…” The sound of our bodies when they collided with each other.
"CREEK...CREEK...CREEK..." The dining table that I made as a support for my body also slowly started to move, every time Faiz's hips hit my butt.
The table legs creaked, being moved by the two of us' wild movements.
“DUG… DUG… DUG…” The sound of the table's lips hitting the wall and our moans filled the narrow dining room.
"Is it delicious...?" he asked from my back while continuing to squeeze my breasts.
It was so delicious, I couldn't help but bite my lower lip, smiling sizzlingly while nodding my head. Mas Faiz's mouth never stopped saying words
"I love you bro" every time he pumped his penis in my vagina.
Sometimes he kisses and licks my back. I could only lower my head while moaning in pleasure, feeling the sharp pricks of Faiz's penis. “What a noisy morning…” I thought every time we had sex.
Because it's true, we are a couple who can't keep quiet, always making love every chance we get. No matter the time, place or situation. That's why I call my husband a forest mouse, because his passion is similar to the activities of that little creature, just making love to his partner until he dies.
The waves of pleasure slowly came. My heart beats faster, my breathing becomes heavier, ready to welcome my first orgasm this morning.
"Shhhh... I want to cum, bro... come on... pierce your vagina deeper..." I said encouraging him.
Without waiting for my order a second time, Mas Faiz accelerated his thrusting even more.
My body jerked violently every time I received a poke from Faiz's penis. His penis felt so fast, going in and out with an increasingly faster rhythm. The dining table where I leaned my body seemed to feel Faiz's brutal push, it creaked loudly and hit the wall as we both moaned in pleasure.
“Shhh…come on bro… I'm close…I want to go out…. Ssshhhh…” I moaned to my husband. With my left hand still supporting my body, I grabbed her butt with my right hand.
I moved the semik's ass towards me, hoping that Faiz would speed up his swaying.
“Mas…come on…. poke me hard… poke me with your tit… I want to cum, bro…”
In the middle of our climb to the top of the mountain of pleasure. Suddenly Faiz stopped poking him. He fell silent, thrust his penis deep into my vagina, and….
"Aaahhhhhhkkkkk...... ahhhh... ahhhh..." Mas Faiz shouted softly.
A lump of warm liquid immediately filled my uterine cavity. Not that much, but enough to make my uterine cavity a little full.
Mas Faiz pushed his fat body towards me brutally every time his penis spewed hot lava. Until I felt pain in the part of my front thigh that was hit by the edge of the table.
I received 6 hard thrusts into my vagina when my husband ejaculated, before he finally collapsed onto me. So heavy. His breath was short.
"I love you bro..." he said while kissing the back of my neck.
"Yes... I love you too, bro," I answered softly.
Actually, I was annoyed because I still hadn't had my orgasm. Once again, Mas Faiz failed to give me the pleasure I had long wanted. In less than 5 minutes he was satisfied, sir
Faiz is always like that, ejaculating too quickly.
"Mas... I still want... let's fuck again... come on bro..." I said.
"Ouch... bro, it's too late bro... let's continue tonight..." he avoided.
Always, those words are the reason. Mas Faiz hugged my naked body while smiling full of satisfaction. As a wife who must always be obedient, I have to hide my dissatisfaction.
I must be able to smile at the satisfaction that radiates from his face, and let my thirst disappear by itself. "PLOP" I still felt a gentle twitch in the walls of my vagina when Faiz's penis, which had gone limp, fell out by itself.
Now the penis was hanging helplessly outside the lips of my vagina. Dripping mucus from both of our pleasures down the back of my thighs and calves.
"Hey, I'm leaving first, I'm worried about missing the transportation... it's already afternoon," said Faiz as he lifted his wide body from my back.
He patted my buttocks and turned me over, still lying on my stomach on the dining table. I'm now lying on my back, staring at the ceiling of my rented house. With legs dangling over the edge of the dining table. Mas Faiz suddenly kissed my vagina and slurped the liquid that came out of my vagina.
"Come on... you forgot, right?" he asked, laughing.
"HahahaHAHA.. amused bro... amused... yes yes... I remember...." I answered trying to keep his mouth away from my crotch.
It has become a habit that after we have intercourse, I always clean the entire length of his penis with my mouth.
I immediately got up, got off the dining table and immediately squatted in front of my husband's crotch. I grabbed the shaft of his penis which was hanging limply, and I licked it slowly. I inhaled deeply the scent of my womanhood mixed with his sperm.
Since the first time we had sex, I really liked drinking sperm, the texture was similar to dawet, a typical drink from the island of Java made from a mixture of brown sugar and coconut milk, especially the aroma, similar to the aroma of pandan leaves.
I opened my mouth wide, then I entered the entire length of his penis. I tasted, sucked and massaged his limp penis with my mouth. Hope the penis can be tense again. But after a few minutes of me doing oral, it was the same, the penis was still hanging limply.
"Well... It's clean, bro..." I said. "Bye... let's go to work..."
Mas Faiz told me to stand up, and once again, he kissed my forehead. "You are sure? Don't want to wait until tomorrow Sunday to do all this homework...? Do you want to do all this alone? "Don't be too tired, my dear wife," he asked, worried about me.
"Yeah baweeeeel... I'm sure... bye ah... don't think I'm a spoiled girl like before... I've changed... hurry up and get going" I said to my beloved husband.
With my body completely naked and my vagina still dripping with pleasure from both of us, I took Faiz to the front door while clinging to his shoulder.
"That's it... hurry up and put on your negligee... or someone will see you..." said my husband.
"Ah... no one will see, bro... our house is closed..."
“Dare yaaa……. "Mr Faiz said while pinching my butt..
“He he he… Iyeeeee….”
He kissed my forehead and lips one last time, and didn't forget his signature greeting to work. Squeezed both of my breasts, hugged me from the front and patted my two big buttocks hard.
"Lovely greetings to my cute Mimi... take good care of me, bro," he said with a spoiled smile.
"Take care of your dede too... don't do anything until you come home tonight, bro," I continued.
Mimi and Dede are affectionate names for our respective genitals.
Mas Faiz waved and walked away, leaving me alone in my new rented house.
Mas Faiz, my husband, is 32 years old, slightly fat, 170cm/90kg, and has white skin similar to me. He has just been appointed as a field supervisor at an International Oil Drilling Company.
Mas Faiz is someone who is wise in making decisions, clever and full of calculations.
"It's not that I'm stingy... but it's not bad... we can save millions of rupiah per month if we live in this house... instead of having to rent a luxury house near the office... after all the distance is only 1 hour..." that's the sentence that is always repeated when I a little sulky because of his decision to take that house
"far from this civilization".
My rented house is a row house, which is divided into several parts, terrace, living room, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and backyard for washing and drying. My husband and I got the house at the very end. The house that is farthest from the entrance to the rental complex, but has the largest size among the other rental houses.
"A bright day to start activities," I said to myself.
I took my little negligee which was piled up at the foot of the dining table and then I started putting it back on over my head. I felt really lazy when I started wearing my negligee. It seems very comfortable if you can live like nudists who don't need to bother wearing a single piece of clothing when doing activities.
I took the dirty plates and glasses to the kitchen, I put them in the washing tub. I looked at the pile of dirty laundry that had been sitting for a long time and was starting to smell bad in the corner of the bathroom.
“This Saturday will be a tiring day. "Come on, Liani, you can definitely do this," I encouraged myself and started doing my homework.
I must be able to be a wife that my husband can rely on. I can sweep, mop and wash dishes quickly. But when I started washing the pile of dirty clothes, I immediately imagined how tired my body would be tonight. It turns out that dragging a tub of wet laundry is very difficult, heavy and slippery. It takes extra effort to be able to move it from the bathroom to the backyard.
"Are you going to wash, sis?" Suddenly I was startled by a man's voice.
I looked around to find the origin of the sound.
"There's a lot of laundry, sis... how many weeks have the clothes not been washed?" he added again.
It turned out that the sound came from the residents of the rented house next to where I lived. Mas Manto, as my neighbors usually call him, is a security guard who works in a housing complex near the rental complex where I live.
While I've been living here, this is the first time I've seen what Ms. Narti's husband really looks like. Mas Manto is around 40 years old. His build is similar to my husband but a bit thin, 170cm/60kg with a thin mustache neatly trimmed above his thick lips.
His skin is blackish brown with short curly hair. Meanwhile, his wife, Mbak Narti, 35 years old, fat with full breasts, a typical mother's body, is a shop assistant who also works at the market near our rented house complex.
"Yes..." I answered simply. "It's been almost 2 weeks and nothing has been done..." I added again.
Actually, I already know who Manto is, because almost every day I see him going to work, but as long as my husband and I live in this rented house, I have never once had a conversation. Just know who they are and tell stories.
"I'm Manto sis...Narti's husband..." he said again, holding out his hand.
"Mmm... My name is Liani..." I answered while shaking his hand.
My body immediately shivered as soon as I touched Manto's hand. Those hands were so cold, black, and wrinkled, in stark contrast to my hands, white, smooth. For some reason, as soon as I saw his face and body posture, I immediately thought of stories of sadistic rape that happened to migrants in other people's lands.
Moreover, at that time I was only wearing a short negligee with no underwear at all. Showing off my long legs and cleavage. "Mas Faiz, are you working, sis?" he asked again, interrupting my thoughts.