Chapter 1: Introduction
My name is Rizki Octaviani, everyone called me Kiki . I am 27 years old woman living in Jakarta, Indonesia. I wear Hijab as a sign of my faith, and a symbol of modesty. I am not shy to wear Hijab as i believe it is a part of my identity and i proud of it.
I have a petite figure, standing at 5 feet 4 inches tall, weighing around 105 pounds. My complexion is fair, almost white, giving me a youthful and innocent appearance. My hair is brown, naturally straight, and I keep it tied in a neat ponytail, revealing my delicate neck. My facial features are symmetrical, with a small straight nose, full lips, and almond-shaped eyes that are dark brown, adding a hint of mystery to my overall appearance. My small yet firm breasts, resting comfortably beneath my hijab, add a sense of femininity to my otherwise modest attire.
As Kiki, I am known for my beauty, not just because of my physical attributes, but also for my gentle demeanor and warm smile. My eyes shine with kindness, and my soft voice carries a soothing melody that resonates with those around me. People often find themselves drawn to my presence, captivated by my grace and charm.
I am a woman of substance, a woman with a purpose, and a woman who knows what she wants. I have been married for a year now, but my heart aches, for my husband, Aryo, is far from the man I had hoped to share my life with. His rotund frame, a stark contrast to my slim figure, is only one of the many reasons I feel the weight of dissatisfaction in our marriage. Aryo's diminutive appendage, a mere shadow of the manhood I crave, leaves me desolate within the confines of our marital bed.
His selfish nature, too, is a source of constant frustration. Aryo's priorities lie solely with his own family, leaving me to fend for myself in our shared existence. Our relationship, once filled with promise and hope, has dwindled to a mere facade.
I find myself longing for the touch of a man who can truly appreciate my desires, a man who can offer me the passion and roughness I crave. I envision a man with broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw, and a confident swagger that exudes pure masculinity. A man who can sweep me off my feet, who can consume me with his fiery passion, and who can make me forget the mundane realities of my life.
As we lay in bed, Aryo snoring softly beside me, I allow my mind to wander. I fantasize about being taken roughly, my body aching with pleasure as a strong, capable man pushes me against the wall, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I imagine the feeling of his powerful thrusts, penetrating me deeply, filling me with an insatiable hunger for more.
I envision his masculine scent, a heady mixture of sweat and cologne, intoxicating me, making me weak in the knees. I dream of his deep, husky voice whispering sweet nothings into my ear, promising me pleasures beyond my wildest dreams.
As a lecturer at a prominent private university, I am constantly surrounded by students eager to learn and grow. It is here, in the midst of academia, that I stumble upon Fahmi, a handsome and charismatic professor. His presence commands attention, and his magnetic personality draws me in like a moth to a flame.
Fahmi is a man of exceptional qualities, a blend of intellect and physical prowess that leaves me breathless. With his chiseled features, piercing gaze, and commanding presence, he resembles a Greek god, striking and awe-inspiring.
Fahmi possesses a magnetic allure that transcends mere physicality alone; he radiates an aura of strength and confidence that instantly captivates those fortunate enough to cross paths with him. His enigmatic demeanor leaves me intrigued, yearning to unravel the mysteries concealed behind his enigmatic expression.
"Good morning, Kiki," Fahmi says smoothly, flashing a dazzling grin that sends shivers down my spine. "How was your day yesterday?"
"It was fine, thank you for asking," I reply hesitantly, gazing into his mesmerizing eyes.
I can't help but notice the way he subtly touches his crotch, a suggestive gesture that leaves me breathless. My heart races as I contemplate the unspoken desire that connects us.
As the days pass, I find myself increasingly drawn to Fahmi. His alluring presence becomes a constant source of temptation, a forbidden fruit that tantalizes my senses. His secretive glances, filled with lust and longing, only serve to intensify my desire for him.
During a group discussion, I catch a glimpse of Fahmi discreetly touching himself. His hand moves under the table, slowly grazing his crotch, as his gaze lingers on me. I feel a surge of excitement, knowing that he too yearns for me.
I, too, find myself unable to resist the temptation.
I excuse myself, pretending to stretch, subtly pressing my pelvis against the chair's armrests. I close my eyes, imagining Fahmi's fingers caressing my skin, tracing up and down my legs, igniting an inferno within me. The thought of his hands exploring every inch of my body sends a tremor of anticipation coursing through my veins.
"Kiki, do you need a break?" Fahmi asks, observing my restlessness.
"You look tired today."
"Just a bit stressed," I reply nonchalantly, hoping to brush off his concern. "But don't worry, I'm okay."
He nods sympathetically and offers to take over some of my tasks. "Sure," I agree, secretly relishing the opportunity to spend more time with him.
We work together, the tension between us palpable. Every time our eyes meet, sparks seem to fly, and I know that the passion simmering beneath the surface is growing stronger.
As we continue to work together, I find myself daydreaming about him, imagining the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around me, his lips pressed against mine in a passionate embrace.
I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him, to explore the depths of our shared desire.
One day, after a particularly intense round of group discussions, I suggest that we grab lunch together. "Mas Fahmi, would you like to join me for lunch?" I ask, biting my lower lip nervously.
He hesitates for a moment before agreeing. "Sure, Kiki. Let's go."
As we walk to the nearest café, I feel the butterflies in my stomach fluttering wildly. I desperately want to tell him how unhappy I am in my marriage, how much I crave his touch, but I fear the consequences.
Over lunch, we engage in idle chatter, talking about our families, our hobbies, and our goals for the future. As the conversation progresses, until Mas Fahmi asking me about my marriage life "So Ki, how does it feels to be married?" Mas Fahmi asking me since a year ago he comes to my wedding.
"Being married is troublesome hehehe" I
chuckle nervously, looking down at my plate.
"Oh really? Why do you say so?" Mas Fahmi replies, raising an eyebrow curiously.
I glance back at him, seeing the genuine interest in his eyes. This might be my chance to express my feelings without being misunderstood.
"Well, sometimes I feel lonely," I admit, my voice quivering slightly. "My husband isn't very affectionate, and I guess I miss having someone close to me all the time."
Mas Fahmi's face softens, sympathy washing over his features.
"That must be tough," he murmurs, reaching out to gently squeeze my hand. "Sometimes, people tend to neglect their partner's emotional needs."
A jolt shoots through me, and an unfamiliar warmth spreads across my palm at his touch. "Yeah, it can be quite difficult," I whisper, meeting his gaze.
Mas Fahmi's eyes bore into mine, a smoldering intensity burning within them.
"If you ever need someone to talk to," he said softly," I'm here for you."
The warmth of his touch enveloped my hand, sending a tingle down my spine. "Thank you, Mas," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
As we finished eating, we decided to return to the campus.
Day after day,
we spent more time together, sharing stories, laughing, and engaging in intellectual conversations.
We even went to the mall together, holding hands as we strolled along the bustling streets, feeling like a couple in love.
We visited the theater one night to watch a romantic movie, and I couldn't help but blush as I caught Mas Fahmi watching me intently.
After the movie, we went to karaoke together, where we sang duets, our voices blending in harmony.
I leaned my head on his shoulder, feeling an overwhelming sense of comfort and safety.
Our bond grew stronger with each passing day, and I knew that there was nothing I wanted more than to be with him.
I know I'm married and Mas Fahmi too, but we noticed we shared the same feeling and desires.
We didn't speak about it, but we both knew that we couldn't deny the attraction that had blossomed between us. As we spent times together alone in the car, sitting closely on the couch, or walking hand in hand in the park, we found ourselves drifting closer to each other—emotionally and physically.
Like a romantic dating couple, we not hesitate to exchange tender kisses and heartfelt hugs. These moments of connection were precious, and we treasured them.
I becoming more brave to expressing my feeling to Mas Fahmi, I love to spending time alone together with him. Oftenly I would invite him to book karaoke private room not to sing or dance just to have a private space to snuggle with him.
There, we could enjoy the intimacy, free from prying eyes. We would sit close to each other, listening to our favorite songs, singing quietly along as we held hands.
I not hesitate to hug her and lean my head on his shoulder while listening
to the music.
He scooted closer and wrapped his muscled arm around my waist, pulling me closer against his chest.
The warmth of his embrace made me feel safe and secure, and I couldn't help but melt into his arms.
His scent, a mix of spicy cologne and his natural body odor, was intoxicating, making me lose track of time as we sat there, lost in our own little world.
Gradually our desires arise, As I cuddling with him in that private karaoke room, our bodies pressing closer and closer together as we listen to our favorite songs.
Suddenly, he
places his hand on my thigh, his fingers tracing up and down my leg softly. I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through me, and my heart begins to race.
He continues to stroke my thigh, his touch becoming bolder as he gradually moves higher and higher.
I glance up at him, my eyes meeting his gaze, and I see a spark of desire in his eyes.
He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my cheek.
"Kiki," he whispers, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "I think you're beautiful."
I feel a wave of desire wash over me, and I lean in closer, pressing my body against his.
He reaches out to cup my breast, his fingers tracing over my nipple, sending a surge of pleasure coursing through me.
I gasp, my breath catching in my throat, but I don't pull away.
Instead, I lean in closer, my lips grazing his as I wrap my arms around his neck.
He responds immediately, his lips moving hungrily against mine as his tongue seeks entrance to my mouth. I moan softly, my body shaking with pent-up desire.
We kiss passionately, our tongues dancing together, and our hearts pounding in sync. I feel a familiar heat pooling between my thighs, and I know that he can sense my arousal.
Our kissing grows more frantic, our hands roaming over each other's bodies, searching for any possible erogenous zone. I run my hands up and down his back, feeling the rippling muscles beneath his shirt.
I kiss him passionately, our tongues intertwining, as our hands explore each other's bodies. He gently pushes me back onto the couch,
He reaches the button of my dress, slowly unbuttoning it one by one , revealing my lacy bra. I shiver with anticipation, my heart hammering in my chest.
Without put off my dress, Mas Fahmi slide in her hand touch my breast and squeezing it gently.
My nipples become erect, and I arch my back, enjoying the sensation.
I take his challenge by touching his crotch slowly and then starts to unzipping his pants. My hands slide down
his boxers feeling his hard erection throbbing with eagerness. I lick my lips seductively as I grasp his length firmly, savoring the velvety texture of his massive cock.
we pleased each other while keep kissing on the couch in this private karaoke room. Mas Fahmi slide down my lacy bra and starts to suck my
nipples. I moaned loudly as he pleasured me, his lips working on my sensitive breasts. He kissed me again, tasting the sweetness of his own saliva mixed with the tanginess of my lipstick.
I cannot hold myself,
I reached out to touch his cock, feeling its impressive girth. I was amazed. It was bigger than my husband's, and I couldn't wait to experience to suck it
I looked up at him, my eyes filled with lust and anticipation. He smiled at me, his eyes sparkling with desire.
I kneeled in front of him, my hands trembling with excitement. I slowly unzipped his pants, revealing his massive cock. It was magnificent, and I couldn't wait to taste it.
I leaned forward, my lips brushing against the tip. He moaned softly, his hands gripping the couch tight.
"Mas, your cock
is so huge," I whispered, running my hands along his shaft. "I need to taste it."
He nodded weakly, his breathing heavy with anticipation.
I took a deep breath, my heart racing as I leaned forward. I opened my mouth wide, my tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock. I tasted pre-cum, salty and delicious. He groaned, his cock twitching in response.
I closed my lips around his cock, my teeth lightly scraping his thick flesh. He gasped, his grip tightening on the couch.
I can't wait of his cock ravaging my little pussy, So I asked him to take me to hotel to spend the night. I know my husband must be waiting for me, but I don't care. I'll tell him later that I slept over at a friend's house. He won't suspect anything. All I want is
to spend a night with Mas Fahmi. I've been dreaming of this moment for weeks, ever since I first felt the electric chemistry between us. Now, as we sit in the car on our way to the hotel, I can hardly contain my excitement. Long the way to the hotel while Mas Fahmi drive the car, I can't wait to continue sucking her cock right on the seat while he drives. I moved closer to his crotch, unzipping his pants and start to suck
his cock.
"Damn, Kiki!" Mas Fahmi gasps, grabbing the steering wheel tightly with one hand as I bob my head up and down on his rock-hard member. "This is fucking hot!"
Despite the risk of causing an accident, Mas Fahmi doesn't stop me. Instead he pushed my hijab head to buried my face
ce on his crotch.
I continued sucking his cock as we arrived at the hotel, his moans echoing through the empty parking lot. We rushed inside, practically sprinting up the stairs to the second floor. I paused to catch my breath, my heart pounding like a drum against my chest.
"Mas Fahmi, please!" I pleaded, my voice hoarse with desperation. "I need you inside me."
He nodded, his gaze locked on me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
As we enter the room hotel and closed the door, Mas Fahmi immediately pinch me to the wall, ripped my skirt and fuck me from behind . His massive cock fills me completely, stretching my tight pussy as he piston-like thrusts into me. I scream out in pleasure, my voice echoing through the empty room.
I turned around to face him, my eyes
locked on his. "Mas Fahmi, I want you to take me now," I whispered, my voice quivering with anticipation.
With a swift motion, he pulled my underwear down, exposing my wet pussy.