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Inner Dilemma
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I'm a 23-year-old 'hick' woman, married with a 2-year-old son. I did marry young, 18 years old. As soon as I graduated from high school, I was married off to a man of my parents' choice. My husband, Andre was his name, when he married me he was 35 years old, well established, had his own business. Why would I accept the proposal of a man 17 years older? First, because I was brought up to be obedient to my parents and I was an only child. Secondly, my neighborhood in the southern hinterland of Jakarta did require girls my age to get married. Third, Andre was kind. He was so busy taking care of his business that he "forgot" to look for a wife. Fourth, although I had many male friends and some of them had a crush on me, but all of them were just casual friends. None of them had ever "fallen" in love with me, except for someone who had filled my heart, but there were many obstacles (I'll tell you about Steven later). In short, I don't have a boyfriend yet. Fifth, I'm the type to love children. There have been many neighbor's children that I "borrowed" to take care of. I want to be a mother.
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The first years of my marriage did make me happy. Andre was so loving, patient, and understanding. Especially after Randy, our son was born, I felt like I was the happiest mother in the world. Andre also loved his son very much. He is more enthusiastic about taking care of his business, which has recently been affected by the economic crisis. "I promise to work hard just for you and Randy," he said once. I was touched to hear that. I thanked my parents for bringing me together with Andre. Marrying your parents' choice is not always the wrong choice.
Andre and his men's hard work paid off. His company has managed to expand its market to Kualalumpur and Chiang-Mai. The economic crisis was not only bad, but it made our products more competitive in price. This success has had another impact on me. Andre's time was consumed by his work, leaving less time for me. Especially since Randy had been released, I had a lot of free time. I was often lonely. In this loneliness I often wished Andre would come home, then fondle me, and continue with delicious sex. Yes, lately our sex life has been on the wane. Andre has been rarely giving me "inner sustenance", rarely fucking me.
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My sex life as a teenager could be considered "old-fashioned". I had a lot of friends, only dated once, and that too on the back street, secretly, because my parents didn't give their blessing. We just kissed and groped. So it was with Andre my husband that I had my first sex. It was to Andre that I dedicated my virginity.
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Sometimes I cried myself to sleep, remembering that a few years ago Andre was so passionate about crushing me that I felt floating, bathed in sweat and then exhausted. He did that almost every day. Even on his days off, Andre would "ask for it" several times a day. I smiled to myself when I remembered the incident of the morning of the holiday, we had sex in the living room and were almost "caught red-handed" by Andre's men.
Andre and I were sitting casually in the living room. It was a holiday and my husband was waiting for his staff to report the sales results for the month. We sat close to each other, and Andre began to fondle me. He kissed my whole face, then my neck. His hands began to slip into my negligee. He gently touched my nipples, it was this gentle touch that made me drift away. Then he gently squeezed my breasts. I was getting aroused. Andre was being naughty. He took off his sarong, and out popped the shaft of his very tense penis. I didn't realize he wasn't wearing underwear. It seemed that after the "morning game" we showered and Andre took his underwear and then his big clothes: T-shirt and sarong. I don't know when he took off his CD. Pulling my hand to his crotch, I stroked his penis soulfully. Meanwhile, I was getting aroused myself.
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Andre quickly stripped off my clothes, and the sarong and T-shirt were already lying on the floor. We were now completely naked. I wanted Andre to immediately "fill" my moist crotch. I pulled Andre into the room.
"Just stay here," he said, resisting my pull.
"I'm embarrassed, people will see it," I protested.
"You won't see it from the outside," he said.
"Lock the door first." Andre released his hold on my body, rising to the door. The man was completely naked with his penis erect. I prepared myself, lying on my back on the sofa, one leg dangling to the floor. I lifted the other to the back of the sofa.
"Oh! " Andre was stunned to see my position. He slammed into me. I buried my face into my crotch. My lust was peaked when I felt the "flash" of Andre's tongue down there. Fortunately, Andre knew immediately that I was "ready". He got up, rested his knees between my thighs, and guided his cock to the mouth of my pussy. I closed my eyes waiting for this moment of pleasure.
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