Betrayal of a husband

Intan put her shirt back on, buttoning it up one by one. Then she asked, "When will you marry me? I don't want to be just a tool for your desires," Intan demanded. She was asking for her rights again after we had just finished satisfying our desires at her boarding house.

Intan was a woman without a husband but with a child. I first met her at a reflexology massage parlor that offered extra services. Coincidentally, Intan was the one who served me.

Because Intan's service was so pampering and fulfilled my desires, we exchanged WhatsApp numbers. Intan wasn't very tall, but she had a sexy body, long waist-length hair, and other features that would tempt any man.

Since that first meeting, unfortunately, I fell in love with her, as if there was a different kind of vibration. With my position as a store manager and my good looks, it wasn't difficult for me to sleep with Intan.

Am I single? No, I am a married man with a beautiful daughter who looks just like her mother. My wife's name is Naura, a beautiful woman with fair skin, a sharp nose, thin lips-perfect. She has no flaws, except she is a bit rigid and cannot pamper me.

She is too busy with our child and her job. Her service isn't like it used to be when we first got married, no new nuances at all, very different from the service Intan provides, always a new fantasy every day.

Intan looked at me, who had been silent for quite a while, and then she asked, "Why are you daydreaming?"

"Oh, nothing." My daydream was shattered instantly when Intan's naughty hand played on my chest.

"So, what about it? You promised to marry me, is it just a promise?" Intan pouted, making her look even more enticing. I lifted her lips, then sealed them quickly.

"Yes, I will marry you soon," I reassured her.

"Promise?" Intan extended her pinky finger, and I quickly hooked our fingers together, just to make her happy.

"Wow, you're home early," Naura greeted me, taking the bag from my hand. She looked at me intently and asked, "Are you sick?"

My wife touched my forehead after placing my work bag on the table.

"Do I need to be sick to come home early?" I replied.

"Not at all, I'll make you some warm tea," she said.

After leaving Intan's place, my second wife, I was too lazy to return to the office. Yes, I had married Intan. A while ago, she asked to be married, and without much thought, I granted her wish.

Intan no longer works; I forbade her. Now, Intan's service is exclusively mine. I went straight to the bedroom and then to the bathroom, feeling very exhausted.

After showering, I looked for the towel Naura usually hangs. For some reason, she forgot to prepare it this time.

"Naura..." I called repeatedly until she finally knocked on the bathroom door.

"Yes?" she answered from outside.

I opened the bathroom door slightly, "Where's the towel?"

"Just a moment, I'll get it," she replied. There was no sound for a moment until she knocked again.

I opened the door again, this time letting her see my bare body. There was no expression on her face.

She handed me the towel with a neutral expression, very different from Intan, who would have immediately... Ah, it seems Naura is no longer interested in me; it's not my fault if I seek satisfaction elsewhere.

As I wrapped the towel around my body, Intan's nagging echoed in my head.

"You promised. No matter what, I want to live together with you. I'm your wife too!"

Intan's nagging this time gave me a headache. She asked me to marry her a while ago, and I agreed, but now? She wants to live together. How is that possible?

I have provided my kept wife with complete facilities, not different from Naura. I even gave Intan a car, although it was used, it was still in good condition and definitely usable.

I have met all of Intan's needs: money for salon treatments, shopping money, and other needs. When she asked me to marry her, I agreed, and we got married secretly. Now her demands have increased; she wants to live together.

"Yes, dear, we will find a way so Naura doesn't get suspicious," I replied.

I shook my head, remembering Intan's crazy request. Even so, I had to find a way to fulfill her wish. Otherwise, my bedroom privileges would be threatened.

After getting dressed, I headed to the living room, approaching Naura who was watching TV.

Naura glanced at me briefly, seemingly aware that I had something to say.

"What is it?" Naura asked calmly.

"I need to talk to you," I said to her. Naura focused her attention on me.

"About what?" she asked. She didn't look at me as usual.

"A friend's younger sister is looking for a job. He asked me to help. I couldn't refuse."

"A woman?" Naura asked without looking at me.

"Yes, is that a problem?" I asked, slightly nervous.

Naura placed the TV remote on the table with a loud thud. Then she looked at me with a sharp gaze.