Second Time Around

"You're drunk," I said, shaking my head when I greeted Enver as soon as he entered our home. "Again."

This is not the first time that he went home drunk, so even though I didn't like it, I didn't say anything and just let him in.

I helped him get inside our room because he couldn't stand up on his own anymore and when I laid him down, I started to remove his shoes and socks one by one.

I went down to the kitchen for a while, got a small plantain with only warm water, and then returned to the room.

I placed it on the side table as I began to take off all of Enver's clothes.

"En, stop resisting," I said annoyed because he was still fighting with me for his clothes. "I'll just wipe you."

"I can manage," he said. But he doesn't stand up so I'm still struggling to remove his clothes.

And I let out a deep breath when I completely undressed him after he kept resisting.

Well, I am used to it because for almost six months we have been doing this every night he comes home drunk.

I sat on the edge of the bed and started wiping his face down his body.

"You already told me that you will stop drinking too much alcohol," I said softly. "You just recovered from the illness last time and here you are again."

He didn't answer so I just sighed and continued to wipe him.

Enver and I were once schoolmates when we were in college. We don't have the same course, but we often meet in the library where we review when there is an examination.

We always shared a table and often talked about a certain topic in the books that we were reading back then.

That's where our friendship started. And as often happens to a woman and a man who are always together, we both fell for each other.

He courted me and I said yes to him within just a month.

Well, I have this belief that a relationship doesn't define how long a man courted a woman. And I think I would just waste our time if I made him wait long just to make our relationship official.

Besides, he could still court me even though we are already in a relationship.

And he did.

He showed me how much he loves and cares for me. Not a day goes by that he doesn't tell me how much he loves me. And that hasn't gone away even after a few years.

He was three years older than me, so he finished his studies earlier than me. But that doesn't change anything in our relationship even though we started to rarely see each other because we are not in the same school anymore.

Until he asked me to marry him right after I graduated from college when I was 20 years old. And I didn't think twice and accepted him because I know that he will take care of me for the rest of our lives.

And I am willing to do the same for him.

But since he was still busy with his work, we rarely saw each other even when we got married.

I lived in the house that he provided for us. While he mostly stayed at the hotel where his work called him.

And I understand that because he was just starting to manage their family business. He needs to be on-site all the time to make sure everything goes well, as part of his training.

Besides, he never neglected his duty to me. He always makes enough time for me.

He calls as soon as he wakes up and we talk while having breakfast together. It was the same at noon, happy lunch break, and even at our dinner. And before going to sleep.

I see all his efforts and appreciate all of it, so who am I to want more when he gives me the attention I need as his wife?

And when he was finally able to study everything about their company, two years after our marriage he finally came home to me.

It was the happiest day of my life because I could finally share the same roof with my husband.

That was the moment we realized how much we love each other. And how we take care of each other even though we both have jobs.

We never lacked and went above and beyond in taking care of each other as the day went by.

But...

I sighed again as I kissed him after I wiped his whole body. I also put aside the basin with only water in the bathroom and stared at Enver who was now fast asleep.

Six months have passed since he began drinking every night.

At first, I thought it was normal because he hasn't been with his friends for a long time. That's why I didn't overthink it and just let him do what he wanted.

But with each passing day, his attitude also began to change.

He is always mad and irritated even though I just call him on his cellphone. And he doesn't let me know every time he leaves to go to work, or he and his friends go out.

And when I asked him about his changes, he always says that I am just thinking too much.

He insisted that maybe I am just overthinking again on things. That I should just relax because it will only give stress on me.

But I know something is going on.

And I can't even do anything to find what might be the reason behind all of these changes in him.

I just shook my head and lay down next to him.

I can't do anything with this thought so it is better to just rest because I still have work tomorrow.

I had just closed my eyes when Enver suddenly faced me followed by his tight hug.

And because of his hug, everything I have been thinking about earlier gradually started slipping in my mind.

So, I just hugged him too.

But just a few moments later, he started kissing my neck while his hand wandered to different parts of my body.

I thought he was already sleeping.

"Oh my!" I couldn't hold back my low moans because of what my husband was doing to my body all this time.

I thought he was fast asleep, but as soon as I lay down next to him, he immediately hugged me.

This was followed by his hand running over every part of my body while giving small kisses to my neck.

I was actually about to say no because I know that he has been tired of his work and he is also drunk. But I'm getting weak with every caress and kiss that's why I give in willingly.

Also, it's been a long time since we last did it and my body is longing for it.

He got up slightly and raised his elbow to reach my face and when I faced him he immediately met my lips.

I was obliged to kiss him back as he started to massage my breast while pinching my nipple.

"You like that, wife?" he softly whispered to me after releasing my lips. "You love that, huh?"

I nodded. "Yes, hubby," I answered while catching my breath.

He smiled and kissed my forehead. "I am sorry for always going home drunk. Let me make it up to you tonight."

"W-what?"

He suddenly let go of my breasts as he stood up and removed my clothes one by one.

I still felt a little shy because he now looked at my body differently. It was as if his eyes were full of desire and eagerness to once again touch and kiss the body that was laid out in front of him now.

"I miss you, wifey," he said and suddenly sank between my legs, making my eyes widen.

This is something new to me.

He rarely does this, which is why I don't know how to react.

I planned to move his face away from the middle of my thighs but before I could touch him he immediately grabbed my hands.

"E-Enver!"

He lifted his face to look at me and smiled. "Stay still, wife. I am eating you."

"Oh shit!" I can't rest anymore. Especially when he put my thighs on his shoulders while still holding my hands.

So all I could do was feel every stroke of his tongue all over my womanhood.

"Moan, wife," he said while licking my clit. "Moan my name."

"B-but–"

"I love to hear you moan while I am eating you down here, wifey," he interrupted my fit of protest. "It makes me feel good."

I got used to it that whenever we had sex, we kept our moans down, especially since we shared his siblings and parents in the same house.

The rooms where we used to live are not even soundproof yet, so even though we are having a good time, we are still trying to stop ourselves from moaning.

And because we're used to it, our work has been the same in the past since he came home to our own house.

Both of us are still restrained from moaning.

"Don't stop yourself, wifey," he added. "This is our home. You can moan here as much as you want." He stopped licking my womanhood again when he looked at me. "Or should I stop this?"

My eyes widened. "What?"

"I feel that you are not enjoying what I am doing," he said. "So I'll stop." He was about to remove my thighs from his shoulders but I was the one who insisted that they stay there.

"D-don't..."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Don't?" His ear-to-ear smile was accompanied by his seductive gaze as he waited for what I would say next.

"Don't stop, hubby." This time I looked directly at him and without self-control, I showed in front of him my eagerness for every kiss and caress of his.

"Then, you need to promise me that you will not hold back."

I nodded. "I... I promise."

His smile grew wider. "Then, let's continue."

"Oh my god!" I couldn't hold back my loud moan because this time, he wasn't just licking my womanhood, he was sucking every corner of it and inserting his tongue into her tiny hole.

His behavior became aggressive and it was like he was a hungry animal if he grabbed the middle of my thighs.

"Aaahhh! Oh yes, hubby!" As I promise, I stop myself from holding back and moan as much as I want.

I want him to know that I love what he is doing and I am feeling too good with the pleasure that he is giving to me.

"I love it, hubby!" I moan. "Keep eating me. I want more!"

He let go of my hands and I immediately grabbed his hair.

And if earlier I wanted to push him away from my femininity, this time I'm the one who's going to make him sink into it because he's eating me so well.

I thought he was doing nothing good but his two hands that were holding my hands earlier are now busy massaging my breasts.

He also runs over the top of my chest and squeezes it slightly before massaging its entirety again which gives extra pleasure to my whole body.

And he knows that's my weakness.

That's why it's no wonder that just a few moments later I can feel the tension building up in my chest.

"Hubby!" I called him out. He still doesn't want to stop even though I know he can feel that I'm about to release. "I am cumming!"

He didn't move and just continued what he was doing. And even though I tried to keep his face away from my womanhood, I couldn't because my legs were squirming because of my impending explosion.

Until I couldn't stop it anymore and I was completely taken out.

After I came, Enver immediately took wet wipes and wiped his face which was wet with my juice. After that, he also wiped my womanhood after lying down next to me.

"Let's sleep for a while," he said and hugged me tightly, and kissed my forehead. "I will make you feel good later."

"W-what about you?" I will ask.

"I know you're still weak because of the intensity of your release, so it would be better if you rest first," he said laughing while caressing my heart. "Gather your strength because later, I'll make sure you won't be able to walk as much as I'm going to do to you."

I just buried my face in his chest and hugged him tightly.

I didn't do this with him for several months because when he was drunk he always turned his back on me while sleeping. When I hug him from behind, he will suddenly push my hand away so I don't push anymore.

"I am sorry," he said softly.

"Hmm?" I raised my face so that our gaze met. "Sorry for what?"

"I know I've neglected you these past few months," he said. "Do not worry. I'll make it up to you."

I don't know why I was suddenly nervous when he apologized. The way he said it was as if he had committed a great sin against me.

"I love you." He kissed my forehead and lips again.

"I love you too."

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This time, Enver was sleeping soundly, so I slowly removed his hand from hugging me when I got out of bed.

I went straight to the bathroom to wash my body and when I returned to our room I just stared at my husband.

I couldn't sleep because of his sudden apology earlier. The tone of his speech was as if his apology had other content.

But I don't know how to get rid of the nervousness I feel at this time.

And that's when my eyes landed on his cell phone that was resting on the table.

My chest started heaving because I could only think of one thing to do at this time.

But I'm not in the habit of checking his cell phone especially since I still give him his privacy anyway.

But right now, I can't think of that anymore.

I took a deep breath as I approached Enver's cell phone. I stared at it for a while before I finally decided to grab it and take it inside the bathroom to look at its contents.

I even took a few deep breaths because my chest was pounding hard before I plucked up the courage and opened his cell phone.

I set the pin code when we bought this cell phone and I'm thankful that he hasn't changed it yet so it was easy for me to open it.

I first looked at the messages application he uses for work. Here I only saw messages from his secretary and investors.

Next, I looked at his phonebook and I didn't see anything unusual in the names of the people there. I just know him and some of his co-workers.

I even looked at his gallery but I didn't see anything that wasn't normal. So I went through every application that his cell phone had until I found one file.

I was a little hesitant to open it because I was afraid of what I might see there but I plucked up my courage and opened it with my eyes closed.

And I don't know if I should regret what I did because what just happened to me was something that destroyed not only my heart but also my entire personality.

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"Are you sure about this?" Ferry, one of the two friends I have, asked me.

I am here now in her car that just arrived here at our house. She was the first person I called after I saw the contents of the files on my husband's cell phone.

"You know that I won't ask for anything besides this one, right?" she said. "I don't need to ask why you suddenly called me and thought of leaving your husband now. I know that you have your reasons. But at least tell me that this is what you want."

She is my friend but I am not ready to tell her what Enver did to me. I am not ready to let other people know about the sin my husband has committed against me because I know they are on my side and that is not what I want.

It's okay for me to be the one to be angry with him. It's okay for me to be the only one who hates him. I don't need to get my friends to be angry with him because I can't let the people who are important in my life hate him.

So when I called Ferry earlier, I didn't tell her anything other than to come to our house, which she immediately did.

She was even a little surprised when I came out of the house with a suitcase but she didn't ask anymore, especially since I know she also immediately noticed my puffy eyes.

"I..." I don't know what to say to her because I know that I don't want to do this.

But after what I saw, I couldn't bear to stay under the same roof with the man I thought would never hurt me.

She sighed. "Fine, you don't have to answer that." She started the engine of his car and immediately drove it away from our home.

And the only thing I could do was watch it until it completely disappeared from my sight.

I know I will regret my decision because I didn't even say goodbye to him but I also know it will only hurt me more if I stay by his side despite the things he has done.