CONFESSION STONED
165. History Heru (Part 2)

“I just met earlier with his sales Agus,” said Heru while putting his wife's bag on the dressing table.

“Hmmm...” replied Fifi slightly sneered and tilted her head as she shuddered with the sideburns of Heru touching her cheeks.

“Cooperation on additional insurance for employees,” added Heru again. He lowered his head and wrapped his hands around Fifi's slender waist. A skirt spanned along her knees to form Fifi's body perfectly.

Fifi pursed her lips while nodding. “Terus?”

“So I travel around the mall for women who have nyari via short message,” said Heru. “How to continue chatting, I have not consented. So Bara yangin. Restless.wanting to come home. Moreover, I want lately we go home malem continue.”

“Mmmm—” Fifi grabbed cotton and face cleaning bottle. “Terus..” murmur Fifi again. He began to creep as Heru's warm breath pierced his neck. Now his hair was shorter and the breath of the man who was seducing him quickly made the lash out.

“Continue.. I think I need to prove something,” said Heru pulled a satin shirt binding tape in front of Fifi's chest. “I feel should...” Heru's words stopped. He kissed his wife's neck gently.

Heru's fingers are so steady open a row of buttons arranged under the satin ribbon that has been arranged since. His lips began to shift and began to kiss Fifi's jaw.

With one steady pull, Fifi's shirt had already come out of the crevice of her skirt. Leaving behind a thin laced underwear that his wife wore under a satin shirt. The level neck, collarbone that forms a feminine niche makes Heru think, he used to be almost imprisoned for beating up Fifi's lover. The cause is trivial, he did not want to see the man kiss Fifi in front of him. His fists floated up from feeling harassed and unregarded. At that time he did not expect Fifi to accept it again. But it turns out, the ridiculous act even made Fifi go down and visit him to the police station.

Really ridiculous. But because of that, smart women like Fifi fell in love with her.

“The reference is just this?” tanya Fifi glanced at Heru from the glass.

“It may not be just this,” said Heru then draped his hands under Fifi's feet and lifted the woman's body onto the bed.

“Do not forget—”

“I will not forget how a Fifi makes me not good to eat, not good to sleep for days.”

Fifi laughs. “I don't want to say that,” said Fifi gently looked into Heru's eyes. She could feel her husband's hands still behind her. Straining his body like cupping a baby's body.

Heru's body felt heavy. But he also did not want to miss the romantic moments that lately they rarely do. Fifi cupped one hand on her husband's cheek. Lowering his fingers slowly down the sideburns and shaved residual hair that formed a dark shadow on Heru's chin.

Heru drew a thin smile line that kept popping her dimples. Fifi again touched the fingertips around Heru's mouth. Her lips were very good at seducing him. Men who often disperse the concentration of dating in the canteen because busy going back and forth looking for attention while throwing a seductive smile.

“Do not flirt,” whispered Fifi raucous. Half of him was overcome with desire to see Heru that night look very charming. Her hair is still wet. Moss-green abstract satin shirts and matching colored chinos shorts will definitely make a woman turn to her husband.

Fifi likes Heru to look like that. Makes her feel even more lucky to have a charming husband. But sometimes Heru's instinctive nature occasionally did upset him.

"I'm not flirtatious" whispered Heru back to kiss his wife's neck gently.

Heru dropped his body to the side and fingered the skirt zipper behind his wife's body.

“Yuk,” whispered Heru landed a kiss on Fifi's neck. The narrow skirt wrapped around the bottom of his wife's body had loosened open and could be pulled in with one hand. While his right hand was busy touching the nightstand to find the wall where the room lamp panel was located.

With one click, the lights go out. And click next, the room light turns dim. Not dinner yet, but their room was emitting midnight light.

“I haven't had a shower,” said Fifi.

“It makes no difference to me.” Heru kissed his wife. For a second, two seconds, their kiss took so long.

Fifi's chest poking out from behind thin-stropped underwear quickly made her curious. Fifi always made him curious. Seeing Fifi every morning read the news on television so gracefully and confidently, making Heru sometimes can not believe to have the woman.

Cheerful but impulsive WiFi. Who can cancel the engagement to pit the fate of starting a new relationship with Heru the campus casanova at that time.

Heru had planned to spice up his wife romantically and slowly. But it can't. He never got to slow down. Fifi squirms just for a kiss. He hasn't even started touching his wife in any important parts.

“It feels like a long time ago,” whispered Heru in the ear of his wife.

Fifi just moaned while muttering indistinctly. He felt Heru's body parts had been pressing on his thighs since earlier. This classic flirtation they once did while dating. Resisting a very difficult desire at that time. Adrenaline quickly increases leaving a sense of curiosity. Heru's fingers pulled down the thin rope of her underwear until it passed the arm. Removing the bra hook that sits between a pair of full breasts. Heru memorized her favorite bra model. Still curious about what Heru did next, a second later Fifi felt a loud kiss on the top of her chest. He could only groan and close his eyes.

He is always calm about speech. But not in bed. The man could turn out to be extremely brutal and wild. His loud kiss quickly moved. Gently soaking his tongue around the top of his chest that Fifi had to bite his lower lip.

Not knowing when Heru moves to get rid of his own clothes. As Fifi felt Heru's kiss descend into her stomach, she saw that Heru had dumped the last sheet of her own body cover. Heru has always been very shrewd, her inner self.

The blind kiss came off. Heru scooped up his wife's body and shifted slightly to the middle of the bed. His breath was already breathless and Fifi's hand that ruffled her wet hair since earlier as if asking him to head to a place down there. Continued disappointment. Not just a kiss because it is interspersed with rough suction that must cause red spots.

Fifi wriggled as Heru peed her hips. A moment later he felt his inner sweatshirt pass through his arm and sag down. Leaving a pile of skirts and deep sweatshirts in her stomach.

Heru kissed her hard down there. Raise his hips by laying his hands on the bed. Fifi almost screamed because of it. Heru enjoyed it like a bowl of dishes. Kissing, sipping and showering him with pagutans that make him wet in an instant. Fluid like electric vibrations flow to the ends of his fingers. Fifi clinks her body. Dunking his nails in the sturdy arm of Heru who imprisoned him until he could not move. Heru must have been hurt because of that. But as he enjoyed his torment more and more, Heru stroked him with fingers.

Fifi bit her lip again. Not too late. Their stomachs were still empty but Heru was already close to ushering in a second wave of pleasure. And next Fifi could not resist a long groan that immediately made him close his own mouth. He heard Heru chuckle before he started climbing up his body.

Their gazes locked onto each other for a moment. Heru buried his head on the side of his wife's neck. Inhaling the fragrance of the salon that emanates from the well-groomed healthy hair of Fifi. He could not bite his wife on the neck. Fifi now has shorter hair and the woman has to appear in front of the camera every day.

With both hands that he inserted under his wife's body, Heru began to unite their bodies. Fifi immediately let out a long sigh as if relieved that her body was entered after feeling the old torment down there.

“I love you...” whispered Heru closed his eyes. Heru did not hear his wife's words. Fifi sighed many times. Enjoying a fast rhythm that instantly overwhelmed his wife. The woman again buried her nails on her back. He enjoyed the pain. His desire is growing. He could feel the top of Fifi's chest tickling his chest. Sweeps gently and makes him have to go back down to take a sip.

Heru then rose. Scooped up Fifi's body and started holding the woman. Carrying the entire weight of the petite woman who now has to help her do the perfect release. Both of his palms cupped a pair of beautiful buttocks Fifi.

Fifi's hand wrapped around her neck made Heru feel Fifi's arm that began to slick against her sweat. The room was hot because of the long duration of love.

Fifi's groans in her ears then made her goal feel closer. Now Heru is groaning. The increasingly rapid rhythm led him to do a jolt many times.

Fifi was too tired. His wife immediately drooped to loosen the embrace. His breath was still panting through his chest. Heru looked down at his wife's face.

“I said earlier ‘I love you’” said Heru reminded.

“Of course I love you too..” whispered Fifi.

(*Of course I love you too)

Heru smiled and then kissed Fifi's tiny lips again which is always said by people to be effective chatty.

Heru knew that Fifi loved and trusted him. Their relationship was not the result of a one-night romance. He used to not go after Fifi. His confidence grew when he saw Fifi caught looking at him several times. And when looking at Fifi was walking in arms with her lover, making Heru can not be separated to look at the makeup body of Fifi that he felt he should have.

Fifi knew Heru campus boy at the time. His name is santer on the lips of the students. Not because of wealth or great looks. But because of its charm that is difficult to explain. Seeing Heru first in the canteen of his major, made him immediately curious. What kind of man is the favorite of the students. And in fact, two days later Fifi couldn't slap Heru when he pulled her into an empty classroom and forcefully kissed her there. A little rough, in a hurry, but also full of charm.

The To Be Continued.....

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