- Cheryl to Hubby
-
“Baby… he’s sucking my tits so hard right now… His tongue feels so greedy. I’m dripping all over the bonnet.”
- Cheryl to Hubby
-
“Baby… he just came all over my tits…. I’m rubbing his warm cum into my nipples right now and licking every drop off my fingers while he watches. I’m still dripping and covered in him… on my way home now. Ready to show you the mess and tell you every detail while you fuck me.”
- Cheryl to Hubby
-
“Almost home, baby… I’m still covered in his cum and my pussy is aching for you. Come fuck your naughty wife.”
80% of this story is fact and the rest are fiction (because she can’t possibly cover every detail so I filled the gaps to my knowledge as best I can)
Grab Driver (Chapter 1)
My wife was having a girl’s night out with her girlfriends at a club and drank quite abit. The thing about my wife is she also gets quite horny easily when she’s feeling tipsy. When the night was over, she called for a grab home herself as she normally would.
We were texting each other via
in real-time when this was happening
— Boarding the Taxi —
Wife:
“Baby, right now in the taxi… my spaghetti strap just slipped off one shoulder. This Chinese uncle keeps looking at me.”
Husband:
“Mmm… why? Is my baby feeling naughty and horny?”
Wife:
“Uh huh…. I just want you to fuck me so much when I get home.”
Husband:
“Mmm… love seeing you so horny…. I want you to try and tease the driver and get him so hard for you.”
Wife:
“Hmm… you really want me to? Later I get so horny and wet how?”
Husband:
“Than just get horny and wet lor… ok? Tease him properly for me.”
Wife:
“Ok….”
I smiled sweetly and asked, “Uncle, is something wrong?”
He replied shyly, “Aiyah… you look very nice today, miss.”
My heart was already racing. Oh god, what am I doing? I thought, but the heat between my legs was growing. I leaned forward slightly, letting my cleavage deepen in the red bra.
“Uncle, you can see my red bra strap… does it look nice?”
He nodded, eyes flicking to my chest. “Red is… very attractive.”
I tugged my top lower, exposing the top edge of my red bra cups. “Uncle, why do you keep looking back? You like what you see?”
He blushed. “Cannot help it… very nice.”
Slowly, I pulled my spaghetti top all the way down to my waist. “Uncle, you can see my red bra now… should I pull it down too?”
He swallowed hard, breathing heavier. “If you want… I won’t mind.”
I hooked my fingers under the cups and slowly tugged them down, letting my bare breasts spill free. The cool air made my nipples harden instantly.
“Look at my breasts, uncle… you like?”
He moaned softly, “Look so beautiful.”
I cupped and lifted them for him, thumbs brushing over my hard nipples. “Uncle, they feel so sensitive… you want to see me play with them?”
His eyes were glued to my chest. “Please… show me.”
Wife to Husband
(quick text under the seat): “Baby… I just pulled my bra down. My tits are completely out and he’s staring so hard. I’m soaking already.”
Husband:
“Fuck yes. Pinch your nipples for him. Tell me how hard he looks.”
I pinched my nipples, making my tits bounce lightly. “You like seeing my hard nipples?”
He whispered, voice strained, “Very much… making me warm.”
I unbuttoned my denim shorts, tits still fully exposed. “Uncle, I’m not wearing any panties underneath… want to watch me touch?”
He replied nervously, “Yes… show me.”
I slipped my hand inside my shorts and started rubbing my bare pussy. “Uncle, I’m so wet already.”
He panted, “I can hear… very wet.”
I circled my clit slowly, then slid two fingers inside. “Can you hear how wet I am, uncle? I’m fingering myself.”
He adjusted the rear-view mirror, hands trembling slightly on the wheel. “So pink and nice.”
My fingers moved deeper. “You like my moans, uncle? I’m getting close.”
He groaned, “Moan more… you moan very nice.”
I rubbed my clit faster. “Uncle, can you rub your cock for me?”
He slowed the car to a crawl and started stroking himself over his trousers, sweat already forming on his forehead.
Tits out, fingers deep inside my pussy. “Keep rubbing yourself while you watch me, uncle.”
His hand moved faster on his bulge.
“Pinching my nipples while fingering… I’m going to cum soon, uncle… Can I cum now?”
He panted, “Yes please…”
“I’m so wet, uncle…”
His hand was frantic now.
Wife to Husband:
“Baby… I’m fingering myself so deep right now while he watches. I’m about to cum for him…”
Husband:
“Cum hard for him, baby. Be a good slut and let him see everything.”
“I’m going to cummmm…. Cumming so hard now…. aahhhhh!”
My back arched, thighs shaking as the orgasm hit me hard. At the same time, he groaned loudly, eyes fixed on me in the mirror.
Tits still out, fingers on my clit. “Mmmm…. I came so hard.”
He chuckled breathlessly, “You naughty girl.”
Wife:
“Baby, uncle just pulled the taxi over to a quiet side road. He said ‘Miss, let’s stop for a smoke and rest a little?’ I smiled and agreed… engine is off now.”
Husband:
“Good girl. Enjoy the smoke break. Let him touch you if you want. Tell me everything.”
TO BE CONTINUED
Continuing from previous….. The Smoke break
We stood outside the car smoking together. I had pulled my top back up, but I had removed my bra and left it on the backseat. My breasts were completely free under the thin fabric, nipples still hard and sensitive from earlier.
The uncle offered me a cigarette. I took a slow drag and asked teasingly, “Uncle, you keep staring at my chest… you like them so much is it?”
He exhaled smoke and said softly, “Very beautiful… very young.”
I pushed my shoulders back, making my breasts strain against the thin top. “You already saw them earlier, uncle. Do you want to touch?”
He looked nervous but nodded.
I lowered one strap, exposing my left breast. His hand trembled as he reached out and gently cupped it. “Mmmmm…. uncle… your hand is warm. Be gentle, ok?”
He started fondling me lightly, thumb brushing my nipple. The cool night air on my skin made me shiver.
I lowered the other strap, letting both breasts hang free in the night air. The uncle slowly fondled both my bare tits while we finished our cigarettes. “You like how they feel, uncle?”
He whispered, “Yess…. So soft… and nice.”
He started playing with my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. “Pinch them a little, uncle… yes, like that.”
His touch grew bolder. I could hear his breathing getting heavier.
As my cigarette was almost finished, he suddenly leaned down and kissed the top of my breast, then took one nipple into his mouth and sucked gently.
“Ahhhh… that feels nice, uncle. Suck a little more.”
His tongue circled my hard nipple. He switched to the other breast, sucking slowly while his hand fondled the first one.
Wife to Husband (quick text):
“Baby… he’s sucking my tits so hard right now. His tongue feels so greedy. I’m dripping all over the bonnet.”
Husband:
“Fuck yes. Tell him to suck harder. I’m rock hard reading this.”
I reached down and placed my hand on his crotch, rubbing his growing bulge outside his trousers. “Mmmm… Uncle, you’re getting hard again… I can feel you growing in my hand.”
He groaned against my nipple, hips pushing slightly into my palm.
“Keep sucking, uncle… and I’ll keep making you hard.”
His sucking became hungrier as my hand stroked his thick bulge more firmly
To be continued….. FINALE
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Sad that the finale is coming. Thank you and looking forward to it.
This is just a pilot run for me as it is quite time consuming…. But depending on the level of interest it gets and the reception it recieves, I will see if I should continue penning down her other experiences…
Continuation from previous…. Back in the car
We finished smoking and got back inside the taxi. My tits were wet and shiny from his saliva, nipples red and sensitive. “Uncle, your mouth felt amazing on my breasts.”
Driving again, I spread my legs, shorts still open. “My pussy is dripping after you sucked my tits, uncle. Can I finger myself and cum again?”
He nodded eagerly, already touching his bulge again.
I started fingering myself slowly. “Remember how hard you got when I was rubbing you, uncle? I loved feeling you throb.”
I picked up the pace, going deeper and harder. “Uncle, stroke yourself again… think about sucking my nipples.”
His hand slipped inside his trousers, stroking openly.
“Mmm uncle… you’re rubbing your cock while watching me finger my wet pussy.”
My fingers moved faster, wet sounds filling the car. “I’m getting close… cum with me, uncle.”
He was panting, hand moving frantically. “Miss… I close… you make me so hard…”
I rubbed my clit faster, moaning loudly. “Cum for me, uncle… I want to hear you cum while I finger my pussy for you…”
With a deep groan he came hard in his pants. At the same time, I cried out, cumming hard again, my pussy clenching around my fingers.
“Mmm uncle… did you cum a lot?” He smiled weakly, still catching his breath.
I whispered, “You came in your pants… so naughty….”
He laughed shyly. “You make me feel young again.”
My tits still glistening with his saliva. “Look what your sucking did to my nipples, uncle.”
He whispered, “Very beautiful… very red.”
We were nearing my stop. “Thank you for the car ride, uncle.”
He said softly, “Thank you, miss… you made this old man very happy.”
I stepped out of the taxi… braless, pussy soaked, nipples tender, already wondering when I might call for another ride.
Hope you enjoy my first write-up and please feel free to let me know what you think…. Wanted to write it as close as what i felt when she recollected the whole experience to me. In reality, this wasn’t her only experience with this same grab driver so if you guy’s liked this, i will try to find the time to work on the others…..
A bro dm-ed me kindly requesting for a pic of my wife to help with the illustration of the story. So here’s one at his request.
This is the re-collection of my wife’s 2nd encounter with the SAME Grab Driver.
I have decided to change the format of how i word the write-up so please continue to provide me your comments and feedback.
As usual, the story will be broken into
3-parts
because their routine has always been her boarding the grab, stopping midway for smokes together before continuing the journey home
For the ease of writing and reading, I have decided to call my
wife “Cheryl”
and the
Grab Driver “Uncle Lim”
.
Previously they exchanged contacts so she decided to drop him a Whatsapp one night after drinking with her friends, to see if he was driving that night and was available to give her a lift home. Surprisingly, he was…. And thus the following….
Again, 80% of this story is fact and the rest are fiction (because she can’t possibly cover every detail so I filled the gaps to my knowledge as best I can)
Grab Driver (Chapter 2)
Cheryl slid into the backseat of the Grab vehicle. Her short black zip-up dress was already riding high on her thighs. The front zipper was pulled teasingly low, showing deep cleavage and the hard outline of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. She knew exactly how devastating she looked — every curve on full display.
“Uncle Lim?” she purred, voice low and playful.
The 60-year-old driver turned, eyes widening in instant hunger. “Hello, Cheryl ah. Long time no see. Same place? Going home?”
She smiled slow and wicked, deliberately crossing her legs so the short hem slid higher, flashing her bare, shaved pussy lips in the rear-view mirror. “Yes, Uncle… but take your time. I’m not in any rush at all.” She uncrossed them slowly, letting her knees fall open wider, inviting his gaze.
Uncle Lim swallowed hard, eyes locked on the mirror. His hands tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. “Wah… your dress today so short. Look very sexy.”
Oh god… I’m really doing this again, Cheryl thought, heart pounding. He’s staring so hard… and I’m already getting wet.
She leaned forward between the front seats, pretending to fix her heels. The movement made her tug the silver zipper down another two inches with a soft metallic zzzzip. The fabric parted, exposing the inner curves of her cleavage and the hard outline of her nipples. She stayed bent over, letting him drink her in.
“Really Uncle? Do you like it?” she purred.
Uncle Lim’s breathing grew heavier. “Yess… Look so sexy and delicious. You purposely teasing old man again is it? Last time you only let me suck. Tonight you come in wearing so sexy?”
Cheryl sat back slowly, then used two fingers to pull the centre zipper tab down even further, letting both breasts spill out exposed for a long, deliberate moment — round, full, nipples already tight and perky. She cupped them, lifting and squeezing the soft flesh, rolling her nipples between her fingers while staring straight into the mirror. “Mm… remember how you sucked them last time? They’re aching for someone to suck them again.”
To be continued…. it gets even better.
Grab Driver (Chapter 2) - Part 2
Ten minutes later Uncle Lim pulled into a dark and quiet parking lot for trailer vehicles. “Cannot drive anymore… you making me go siao. Smoke break for a while ok?”
Cheryl stepped out and leaned against the warm bonnet of the car, her body glowing under the faint moonlight. Uncle Lim lit two cigarettes with slightly shaky hands and passed one to her. She took a long, slow drag, the orange tip glowing brightly as she exhaled a thin stream of smoke towards the sky.
“See how hard my nipples are for you, Uncle?” She rolled one between her fingers, moaning softly. “Mmm… they’re aching so much. You want them in your mouth again?”
He stepped close, eyes hungry, taking his own first deep pull on the cigarette. “Very want…”
She cupped her tits and pushed them together, offering them up like a gift. “Tell me how badly you want to suck them.”
“Please, Cheryl… let Uncle suck,” he groaned, smoke curling from his lips.
She pulled his head down. Uncle Lim latched onto one nipple, sucking hard and loud, tongue flicking wildly. His hand squeezed the other breast, pinching and tugging the nipple. Cheryl moaned, holding his head there, her back arching to push her chest deeper into his eager mouth while she continued smoking with her free hand.
“Harder… suck it, Uncle. Yes… just like that.” She switched him to the other nipple, making him suck greedily while she ground her hips against his thigh and took another long drag. “Feel how wet that makes me? Bet your wife doesn’t let you suck like this anymore, does she?”
Uncle Lim groaned around her nipple, the vibration sending sparks through her body. “No… she never let me suck so long… many years.”
He took another drag from his cigarette, then returned his mouth to her breast, sucking noisily between puffs of smoke. Cheryl laughed breathlessly, smoke slipping from her lips. “Mmm… poor thing… I love it when you suck me like this. Harder, Uncle… make my nipples ache even more.”
While Uncle Lim was still sucking hungrily on her nipple, Cheryl quickly typed behind his back with her free hand:
Hubby:
“Fuck yes. Tell him to suck harder. I’m getting so hard reading this.”
To be continued
Grab Driver (Chapter 2) - Part 3 (Finale)
They tumbled back into the taxi, breathing hard, Cheryl’s dress still hanging wide open to her waist. Her full breasts glistened with Uncle Lim’s saliva, nipples red and sensitive. She slid into the backseat, spreading her legs shamelessly wide, the short hem of her dress bunched uselessly around her hips, so her dripping pussy remained completely exposed.
Uncle Lim dived into the backseat beside her. “Cannot wait anymore…” he growled, voice thick.
Cheryl leaned forward, her saliva-glistened breasts swaying as she reached over to him. Her fingers brushed over the massive, rock-hard bulge straining against the front of his trousers. She gave the thick outline a slow, firm squeeze, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric and the way his cock twitched eagerly under her palm.
“Mmm… I like seeing how hard you are…” she whispered hotly.
Uncle Lim groaned deeply, hips bucking up into her hand. “You very naughty girl ah… last time only watch you cum. Tonight you cum so loud on my hand.”
Cheryl smiled wickedly and dragged the zipper of his trousers down almost painfully slowly. She reached inside, her soft, warm hand wrapping around his hard, fat cock. It was burning hot, heavy, and pulsed strongly against her fingers.
“Mmmmm…. So big and hard…” she purred, pulling it fully out into the open. “Is this all because of me?”
She started stroking him with long, torturously slow movements — base to tip, twisting her wrist gently on every upstroke. Her thumb glided over the sensitive underside of the head, smearing the leaking precum all over the shaft until it was shiny and slick.
“Mmm… so much precum already. You’re throbbing so hard in my hand… Does it feel good when I stroke you like this?”
Uncle Lim let out a low, guttural moan, head falling back against the headrest. “Ahh my wife very long never touch me liao… yessss… your hand so soft… so good…”
God, he’s so desperate already, Cheryl thought, her own pussy throbbing as she kept the pace deliberately slow, squeezing tighter at the base on every downstroke, then loosening as she slid back up. She leaned further forward so her bare breasts hung right in his line of sight, nipples still hard and glistening.
She sped up slightly for a few strokes, making wet, slick sounds fill the car, then suddenly slowed again, squeezing the base hard and holding it still until his hips jerked desperately.
“No… not yet…” she teased, voice husky. “I want you to stay hard for me.”
She repeated the teasing cycle — fast, tight strokes that made him groan loudly, followed by long, slow glides where she focused only on the swollen head, swirling her thumb around it in lazy circles. Every time his breathing grew ragged and his cock swelled even thicker, she slowed down again, denying him release.
“Mmm… listen to how wet my hand is getting from all your precum,” she moaned softly, her own pussy still throbbing. “You like watching me play with your cock? Look how much bigger and harder you’re getting.”
Uncle Lim’s moans grew louder and more desperate, his hips thrusting weakly into her fist. “Please, Cheryl… faster… you teasing me so much… I need to cum…”
She smiled wickedly and leaned in even closer, her breath warm against his ear as her hand continued working him. “Mmm… you know what I love more than anything, Uncle? I love sucking hard dicks. I love wrapping my soft lips around a thick cock just like yours… and feeling it pulse against my tongue. The way it fills my mouth completely… so big and fat… Mmm… I get so wet just thinking about sliding it in my mouth.”
Uncle Lim’s eyes widened, a fresh, broken groan escaping him as his cock jerked violently in her hand.
“I love the feeling of how hard it is in my mouth…” she continued, stroking him faster now but still denying the finish. “The salty taste on my tongue… the way it throbs and leaks when I suck harder… Mmmm… I could spend hours on my knees, eyes looking up at you while I take every inch of it… Imagine my mouth sliding up and down your hard cock right now, Uncle. My tongue swirling around your dick head, sucking you so deep. Will you like that?”
Uncle Lim’s entire body shuddered, low desperate groans spilling from his lips as his cock leaked steadily. His eyes were glassy with raw arousal; completely lost in the vivid picture she was painting.
Cheryl smiled and finally decided to give him what he craved. She leaned closer to his cock and started pumping him hard and fast, her hand flying up and down his slick shaft. “That’s it… Cum for me… shoot all that hot cum on my breasts while you imagine my mouth sucking you dry.”
With a deep, broken groan that shook his whole body, Uncle Lim’s entire frame tensed. Thick, powerful ropes of warm cum erupted from his cock, splattering across Cheryl’s bare breasts and stomach in heavy, yellowish streaks. Some landed on her nipples, dripping slowly down her curves. She kept stroking him through every spurt, milking every last drop until he was shuddering and whimpering from overstimulation.
Still panting, Cheryl didn’t let go. She kept her hand wrapped around his softening cock, giving it slow, lazy strokes while she scooped a thick glob of his cum off her left nipple with two fingers. She held the cum-covered fingers up close to Uncle Lim’s flushed, panting face, letting the thick yellowish strands stretch and drip slowly between them.
“Look at this thick, creamy load you just shot all over my breasts,” she purred, her voice low and filthy. She extended her tongue slowly, letting the tip touch the cum, then licked a long, deliberate stripe along her fingers, collecting the warm and thick cum on her tongue. She opened her mouth wide right in front of him, showing him the yellowish pool of cum glistening on her tongue, then swirled it around sensually, letting thin, sticky strings of cum stretch between her tongue and fingers before breaking. “Mmm… so warm and salty… your cum tastes quite nice. Watch me lick every drop like what every wife should do for her man.”
Uncle Lim’s eyes widened, his spent cock already twitching back to life in her hand as he watched, breathing ragged and heavy. A fresh groan escaped him, low and hungry, his gaze never leaving her mouth.
Cheryl smiled wickedly, then leaned down, bringing her face close to his lap. “Since I made such a mess… let me clean you properly, Uncle.”
She lowered her head and dragged her soft, warm tongue slowly along the underside of his cock, licking up every drop of cum and her own saliva. Her tongue swirled lazily around the sensitive head, tasting the mix of his load and her handiwork. She took her time, licking long, slow stripes from base to tip, humming softly as she cleaned him.
God… I’m really licking a stranger’s cum off his cock right after he exploded on my tits, Cheryl thought, a fresh wave of shame and heat flooding her pussy. And I’m loving it…
“Mmm… you’re still so sensitive,” she whispered, looking up at him with dark, teasing eyes. “I can feel you twitching every time my tongue touches you.”
Uncle Lim groaned deeply, one hand gently resting on the back of her head. “Cheryl… your mouth… so soft… so warm…”
She opened her lips and took just the head into her mouth, sucking gently and slowly, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip while her hand stroked the base in smooth, unhurried motions. She savoured him, sucking with wet, sensual pulls, moaning softly around his cock as she tasted the last traces of his cum.
She pulled off with a soft pop, a thin string of saliva and cum connecting her lower lip to his glistening head. “Mmm… does it feel good when I suck you like this, Uncle? I love how you taste… I could do this for hours.”
She dipped down again, licking and sucking him clean with long, devoted strokes, occasionally glancing up at him with lust-filled eyes while her tongue worked every inch of his cock and balls. The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth filled the quiet taxi as she worshipped him slowly, deliberately, making sure not a single drop was wasted.
Uncle Lim’s breathing grew ragged again, his hand tightening gently in her hair. “Ahh… girl… you sucking me so nice… I already cum but you making me hard again…”
Cheryl smiled around his cock, giving one final, slow, deep suck before pulling off with a playful pop. She licked her lips, wiped a stray drop of cum from the corner of her mouth with her finger, and sucked it clean while looking straight at him.
While Uncle Lim was still catching his breath and staring at her cum-smeared breasts, Cheryl reached for her phone again. Still sitting with her dress open and his load glistening on her skin, she typed quickly, her fingers slightly sticky.
She hit send, then looked up at Uncle Lim with a satisfied little smile and snapped one quick, discreet photo of her cum-covered cleavage for herself before tucking the phone away.
She gave his cock one final, playful squeeze, then slowly zipped her dress back up, deliberately leaving the top open so a visible streak of his load still glistened just above the zipper. “Good boy. Now drive me home now.” She gave his spent-yet-stirring cock one last gentle pat before tucking it away.
As the taxi rolled forward into the night, Cheryl smiled at him in the rear-view mirror, eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction. She left the top of her dress deliberately open, letting a visible streak of his cum glisten on her skin.
END
Just a short write-up of my wife’s
“Cheryl”
, experience with her ex-bf when they were back in uni, which i found to be quite interesting and arousing.
Background
Both her ex-bf
“Marcus”
and his father
“Frank”
were staying in a 3-room HDB apartment.
The father is divorced from the mother so only the father and her ex stay alone.
The father’s habits
- Always walking around the house half-naked and only in his boxers.
- Always start drinking early in the day and getting drunk by mid-day
- It’s a daily habit and normal for him to be watching porn openly in the living room like watching news.
The Half-Closed Door
Cheryl lay curled against Marcus on his narrow bed, her head on his chest, legs tangled under the thin blanket. The old VCD player whirred softly as an action movie flickered on the small bedroom TV. The door to the hallway was wide open, as it always was. From the living room came the low murmur of a soccer highlights program on TV — Frank was already three beers in, sprawled in his usual chair watching the match replay.
Marcus’s hand drifted under her tank top, fingers tracing slow circles on her bare back. “Mmm… babe, this movie damn boring lah,” he murmured, voice turning husky. He tilted her chin up and kissed her, deep and hungry. “I want you more than the show…”
Cheryl smiled into the kiss, feeling that familiar spark ignite low in her belly. “Marcus…” she whispered, already breathing faster.
Their kisses grew hotter, tongues sliding together. Marcus pulled her tank top over her head, then unhooked her bra with practiced ease. “Fuck, your tits look so good today,” he groaned softly, cupping them and thumbing her nipples until they hardened under his touch. Cheryl tugged his T-shirt off, running her hands over his chest.
“Marcus… slow down,” she teased breathlessly, but her body arched into his touch.
He grinned against her neck. “Can’t help it… you’re making me so hard already.” Piece by piece their clothes disappeared — her shorts, his shorts — until they were skin to skin under the blanket. Marcus’s hand slid between her thighs, fingers stroking her slick folds. “Shit, babe… you’re dripping wet.”
Cheryl gasped, biting her lip. “Yes… but the door… close it first.”
Marcus barely paused, kissing along her neck while his fingers kept teasing her clit. “Never mind la… he’s busy watching his porn. He won’t bother to see us one la”
Cheryl shook her head, cheeks burning. “Marcus, please… just close it. I don’t want him to hear us.”
He sighed with a lazy grin. “Aiya, whatever you say, baby.” He rolled off the bed, walked over, and gave the door a casual push. It swung almost shut… but stopped short, leaving a clear gap ajar. A strip of hallway light spilled in, and the faint sound of the soccer commentator drifted clearly into the bedroom.
Marcus didn’t bother fixing it. He jumped straight back onto the bed and gently pushed Cheryl onto her back. “See? Close enough.” He kissed down her body slowly, spreading her thighs wide. “Now let me taste you first…”
Cheryl shivered as his mouth found her pussy. Marcus licked her slowly at first, then deeper, sucking gently on her clit while sliding two fingers inside her. “Mmm… you taste so fucking good, babe,” he groaned against her wet folds. “So sweet and wet for me.”
Cheryl’s hips bucked, soft moans spilling out. “Marcus… oh god… yes… your tongue feels so good right there… don’t stop, please… lick my pussy just like that…”
Her fingers tangled in his hair as he ate her with slow, hungry strokes of his tongue.
When the pleasure built too high, she tugged his hair gently and pulled him up. Their lips met in a messy, heated kiss. “My turn,” she whispered breathlessly against his mouth, eyes dark with lust.
Cheryl slid down his body and took his throbbing cock into her warm mouth. She sucked him eagerly, her tongue swirling around the swollen head as she bobbed with wet, rhythmic strokes, taking him deeper each time. Marcus groaned deeply, his fingers threading through her hair.
Cheryl pulled back just enough to gasp hotly, “Mmm… your cock tastes so good… I love sucking you like this,” before swallowing him again with even more hunger.
Marcus finally pulled her up gently, eyes dark with lust. He reached for the condom on the bedside table, tore the wrapper open quickly, and rolled it down his hard length. “Safe, baby,” he murmured. Without a word he flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up so she was on all fours. He knelt behind her and pushed back inside her in one deep stroke.
Cheryl gasped, eyes widening. From this position she could see straight through the gap into the living room. Frank was sitting in his usual chair in just his boxers, casually watching the soccer highlights on TV. His eyes flicked toward the bedroom door — and locked onto her. He didn’t look away.
He’s… watching, Cheryl realised, a fresh rush of slick heat flooding between her legs.
Marcus gripped her hips and started thrusting steadily, his thick cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy with loud, wet sounds. “Shh, babe… my dad might hear us if you get too loud.”
The reminder only made her wetter. She bit her lip but couldn’t stop a soft whimper. “Marcus… oh fuck… right there… you’re so deep… fuck me harder, please…”
He groaned quietly, picking up the pace, his hips slapping rhythmically against her ass. Cheryl’s full breasts swayed heavily beneath her with every thrust, nipples brushing the sheets. Her round ass rippled each time he drove deep, her slick pussy stretched tight around his condom-covered cock, glistening with arousal.
From Frank’s viewpoint, the sight was unmistakable: his own son pounding Cheryl doggy-style like a slut — her back arched deeply, breasts swinging freely, ass jiggling with every powerful thrust, and her dripping pussy taking every inch of Marcus’s cock in clear, filthy view.
Marcus thrust harder, his cock plunging deep and steady. “That’s it… good girl. Fuck, you’re taking my cock so well…”
Cheryl’s voice came out in desperate, breathy whispers. “Marcus… fuck me harder… I’m so close… oh god, yes… just like that… don’t stop, please… you’re making me feel so full…”
He drove into her with long, powerful strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Cheryl’s breasts bounced heavily, her nipples hard and aching. Her round ass rippled and jiggled each time his hips slammed against her, her slick pussy lips stretched tight around his thick shaft, coating the condom in her juices.
From Frank’s angle, everything was perfectly framed: Cheryl on all fours, back arched like a bitch in heat, tits swinging wildly, ass bouncing, and her glistening pussy gripping his son’s cock over and over again in raw, obscene detail.
Cheryl couldn’t tear her eyes away from the gap. Frank was still staring, completely transfixed by the sight of his son fucking her so openly and roughly. The knowledge that he could see every intimate detail — the way her body rocked forward with each thrust, the way her breasts bounced, the way her pussy swallowed Marcus’s cock again and again — pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
“Marcus… oh fuck… I’m gonna come… harder… please… fuck me harder…” she gasped desperately, voice trembling with need.
Marcus thrust deeper, faster, gripping her hips tight. Cheryl’s pussy clenched around him as the intense pleasure finally broke. She came hard, burying her face in the pillow to muffle her cry as her pussy pulsed and squeezed around his cock.
He followed seconds later with a low groan, holding her hips tight as he finished inside the condom.
They collapsed together, panting and sweaty. The movie was still playing. The gap in the door remained exactly as it was.
Marcus kissed her shoulder, still breathing hard. “See? No problem one. Told you he won’t bother.”
Cheryl smiled faintly, heart still racing. No problem… she thought, a strange mix of relief and lingering curiosity buzzing inside her. She glanced once more at the half-open door, wondering how long Frank had been watching…
A continuation to her ex-bf series. A separate encounter.
Late Night encounter
Cheryl woke up around 3 a.m., throat dry and body still humming. She had slept over at Marcus’s house on Friday as she usually would. She slipped quietly out of bed, wearing only a thin white spaghetti top and her tiny FBT shorts — no bra, no panties. The thin straps rested loosely on her shoulders, the fabric clinging to her breasts, while the short, tight FBT shorts barely covered the curve of her ass.
She padded barefoot down the hallway toward the kitchen, craving ice water from the fridge. The living-room TV was still on, casting a soft blue glow into the corridor.
As she opened the fridge door, the cold air rushed over her heated skin. Her nipples instantly hardened into tight, aching peaks that pushed shamelessly against the thin white spaghetti top.
Frank’s low voice drifted from the living room. “Eh, ah girl… cannot sleep ah?”
She paused at the kitchen entrance. “Just… thirsty.”
Frank remained in his chair in nothing but his boxers. He couldn’t see her from where he sat, but he could hear the fridge door and the clink of ice.
Cheryl reached up for a glass, filled it with ice and cold water, then turned around and walked back toward the living room. The moment she stepped into the archway, Frank’s eyes locked onto her chest. The thin white spaghetti top did nothing to hide how hard her nipples were, poking obviously against the fabric.
The front of his boxers twitched. His cock began to thicken visibly.
“Want to sit a while?” he asked, voice low and casual. “I also cannot sleep. Too hot lah.”
Cheryl hesitated for a second, then stepped into the living room and perched on the edge of the couch, knees pressed together. The TV light washed over her, making her hard nipples even more prominent through the thin top.
Frank’s eyes never left her chest. His cock continued to harden, the thick outline now clearly straining against the thin material of his boxers.
“Thanks,” Cheryl whispered, taking a slow sip from her glass. Feeling Frank’s hungry eyes locked on her chest, her nipples stiffened and ached even more, pressing shamelessly against the thin white spaghetti top.
Frank watched her quietly, his erection now rock-hard and unmistakable. “You okay ah, girl?” he asked softly. “Look a bit… flushed still.”
Cheryl set the glass down, heart beating harder. “I’m fine,” she murmured. “Just warm.”
Frank nodded slowly, his gaze still fixed on her chest. “That white top looks nice on you,” he said casually.
Cheryl felt a fresh wave of heat rush through her. Frank’s gaze lingered shamelessly on her hard nipples. “Err… Thanks.”
She stayed a few moments longer than necessary, acutely aware of his hungry stare and the obvious, throbbing bulge between his legs. Then she stood up, whispered goodnight, and walked back toward Marcus’s room. She could feel Frank’s eyes burning into her, still fixed on her chest, as the short FBT shorts rode up with every step