Chapter 87: Chapter 87

Four months later....

Rakia was surprised when Dashtan hugged her from behind. Her belly now looked bloated. She had just turned off the stove after the fried rice was finished. Dashtan kissed her earlobe and it caused a small sting that thrilled Rakia.

“Are you done?” asked Dashtan in a highly sensual tone.

“Why? You want to fuck me?” guessed Rakia which made her husband chuckle. Rakia rolled her eyes.

“We should do other things besides bed activities. Eat, walk, work, the world is big and beautiful and there are many things we can do.”

It wasn’t that Rakia didn’t want to, but last night they had done it repeatedly. Dashtan, who had just come from Dubai and left for three days, immediately asked for her nightly allotment.

“I’m away for three days, I’m a man, there’s a lot of temptation in Dubai,” Dashtan admitted, Rakia turned her body to face the man. She draped both arms around her husband’s neck.

“Where did you go while in Dubai? Did Razak take you to a place where beautiful women gather?” Rakia’s gaze looked like she wanted to give Dashtan a very cruel punishment.

“You think so? Why would I go to a place like that when my brain never stops replaying the times we made love. That’s why I finished my work in just three days.”

Dashtan was just about to kiss Rakia but his wife pranked him.

“Mrs. Hunt?!” said Rakia which immediately made Dashtan turn his head, Rakia immediately laughed like static electricity. Feeling pranked by his wife Dashtan immediately launched his attack without giving Rakia a pause to protest. Dashtan’s hands began to touch all parts of his wife’s body. However, Mrs. Hunt’s arrival managed to thwart Dashtan who was getting violent.

“Mrs. Hunt, please just save this fried rice, we will eat in a while.”

Rakia said as Dashtan pulled her out of the kitchen and past Mrs. Hunt who looked a little confused by the couple’s behavior that was sometimes like a tom and jerry movie. Bickering and arguing.

Dashtan took off the rather thin white t-shirt she wore to bed as they were inside the room with the door locked. Rakia was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Dashtan strip himself down to just his safety triangle. Rakia straightened her arms behind her body and propped herself up. Dashtan approached Rakia with a blaze of desire. The man leaned over and pecked Rakia’s belly which was still covered by the negligee and said, “Daddy is coming again.” Rakia chuckled with amusement before they began their morning pleasure.