Continuation of her ex-bf’s experiences.
The Towel Encounter
It was Friday night. Cheryl slept over at Marcus’s house lay still in the dark, listening to Marcus’s deep, even breathing. They had just finished — her body still flushed and sensitive, her skin slick with sweat, her pussy tender and wet. Marcus had fallen asleep almost immediately, one arm draped heavily across her waist.
She waited another minute, then carefully slipped out from under his arm. Not wanting to wake him, she quietly opened Marcus’s wardrobe and grabbed a bath towel. When she wrapped it around herself, it still barely reached mid-thigh and was tucked loosely between her breasts.
She tiptoed to the bedroom door and peeked out. The living room lights were completely off. The hallway was dark and silent. Frank’s bedroom door was closed, but a thin strip of light glowed underneath — he was still awake.
He’s probably just lying in bed watching something, she thought. I’ll be quick.
She stepped out and padded toward the bathroom to clean up. After a quick, cool shower, she dried herself and wrapped the towel tightly around her body again. Still damp and glowing, she stepped out of the bathroom and turned toward the kitchen for a glass of cold water.
At the same moment, Frank’s bedroom door opened. He stepped out wearing only a pair of black underwear. His cock was already semi-hard — thick and heavy, still partially swollen as if it had been fully erect only moments ago and was now slowly subsiding.
He must have been doing something naughty in his room, Cheryl thought, a sudden rush of heat flooding through her.
Frank’s eyes slowly travelled to her chest. The towel clung to her still-flushed, damp skin, the top edge barely holding on between her breasts and giving a generous view of her soft, full cleavage. His gaze lingered openly on the deep valley between her breasts and the rounded shape pressing against the towel.
“You also so late still up ah, Uncle?” she asked softly, a shy smile touching her lips, cheeks already warming.
The silence stretched between them for a long moment. Frank’s cock began to thicken again right in front of her. The heavy shaft slowly lifted, stretching the front of his underwear tighter as it grew firmer and fuller. The swollen head pushed more insistently against the waistband, the fabric now visibly tenting.
“Weather very hot, right?” he said casually. “You look… very refresh.”
Cheryl’s cheeks burned. She could feel his stare like a physical touch — slow, shameless, drinking in the cleavage and the full shape of her breasts pressing against the towel. Her body was still glowing from sex, skin damp and warm.
“I was just getting some water, Uncle,” she murmured, but she didn’t move immediately.
Frank’s eyes stayed fixed on her breasts, watching the way the towel’s top edge threatened to slip and reveal even more of her soft, full cleavage. His hard cock continued to strain, the thick outline now clearly tenting and throbbing against the thin material of his underwear.
“You don’t have to rush,” he added softly. “Slowly take your time.”
Cheryl stood there for a few tense seconds, acutely aware of how little the towel was covering her breasts and how obviously Frank was getting aroused again. The air between them felt thick and charged.
Then she whispered a soft “Goodnight, Uncle” and quickly walked back toward Marcus’s room, feeling Frank’s hungry eyes follow every step down the hallway.
Her heart was still racing as she slipped back into bed beside the sleeping Marcus.
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Originally Posted by
stanleyxinu
Whenever I use towel, your story will come to my mind. Thank you for the continuation.
The same happened to me for awhile seeing her in a towel….
Continuation of her ex-bf’s experiences.
The Afternoon Shower
Cheryl let herself into Marcus’s house one hot afternoon with the spare key he had given her. The living room was dim and quiet, the only sound coming from the television. Frank was lounging on the couch in his usual boxers, a cigarette in hand, eyes fixed on some afternoon show.
“Hi, Uncle,” she greeted politely as she passed.
Frank glanced up and gave her a casual nod.
She went straight to Marcus’s room, closed the door, and dropped her bag. The weather was sweltering. Even the short walk from the bus stop had left her sticky with sweat. She tried to study for a while, but the heat made it impossible to focus. After twenty minutes she gave up and decided to take a quick shower.
She stepped out of Marcus’s room wearing only a thin white tank top and a pair of shorts.
When she walked into the kitchen, Frank was standing at the open window, smoking and looking out. The kitchen bathroom was right beside him.
“Uncle, I’m going to take a quick shower,” she said lightly.
Frank exhaled a thin stream of smoke without turning around. “Okay, ah girl. Go ahead.”
Cheryl stepped into the bathroom and closed the tri-fold plastic door behind her. It was old and thin, the kind that let light and shadows through. She could clearly see Frank’s silhouette against the window.
She turned on the shower and stepped under the cool water. For a long while she simply enjoyed it, wetting her hair, soaping her arms and shoulders, and letting the water rinse away the stickiness of the day. The cool spray felt wonderful on her hot skin.
Frank’s silhouette remained perfectly still outside the door.
As she rinsed the last of the soap from her body, Cheryl gradually became aware of how long he had been standing there.
Why is he still at the window? she wondered. He hasn’t moved at all…
The thought lingered. She continued washing herself, but her eyes kept drifting back to his unmoving shadow.
Is he just smoking? Or… is he waiting for something?
A slow, forbidden heat began to stir between her legs.
What if he’s looking through one of those tiny gaps between the door right now? What if he can see me… completely naked?
She bit her lip. Her hands moved slower now, more tenderly over her breasts. She cupped them gently, letting her thumbs brush across her hardening nipples. A soft sigh escaped her lips.
If you’re watching me, Uncle… I hope you like what you see.
She kept her movements natural, like she was simply enjoying the cool shower, but every touch was deliberate. One hand slid down her stomach while the other stayed on her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers. Her fingers found her clit and began circling it slowly. The pleasure was gentle at first, but the thought of Frank possibly peeking through the gaps made it feel electric.
He might be peeking right now… seeing my fingers inside my pussy… seeing how wet I am for him
.
The fantasy took hold. She imagined Frank pressing his eye to one of those tiny gaps, watching her touch herself. The thought made her pulse throb. She leaned back against the tiles, legs parting just a little wider, hips rocking subtly against her hand as she pumped her fingers slowly.
Look at me, Uncle… watch your son’s girlfriend touch herself… I know you want to see how tight I am.
She turned slowly under the spray, letting the water cascade down her body in long glistening trails. One hand rolled a nipple while the other thrust deeper. Her breathing grew heavier. Soft, needy moans slipped out as she imagined Frank’s gaze on her — seeing her spread open, seeing her fingers disappear inside her slick pussy again and again.
Watch me… I know you might be watching…
Her hips rocked more noticeably now, fingers moving faster, thumb rubbing firm circles on her clit. Pleasure coiled tighter with every filthy thought. She pictured him standing there, cock hard and tenting his boxers, unable to look away from the gaps in the door.
She came hard, biting her lip to stifle a moan, her body shuddering under the spray as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
She took a long moment to catch her breath, legs still trembling, then turned off the water. Hair still dripping wet, she wore back her clothes and opened the bathroom door.
Frank was still standing at the kitchen window, now smoking a fresh cigarette. His boxers were unmistakably tented — his hard cock straining obviously against the thin fabric.
Cheryl’s eyes widened for a split second. Her cheeks burned as she quickly looked away and hurried past him without a word, heading straight back to Marcus’s room.
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Originally Posted by
Nitrolicious
Frank’s bigger than his son’s?
Yes it was… Her ex bf’s one was thinner and shorter
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Originally Posted by
stanleyxinu
What about now? I am envious of you.
It was an old experience that worked for me for quite awhile while we were dating when we were younger but not so much now? lol….
Continuation of her ex-bf’s experiences.
The Late-Night Couch Session
Cheryl was drifting off to sleep when she heard the distinct sound of keys turning in the main door, followed by low whispers and soft laughter. Her eyes opened. Marcus was still fast asleep beside her, one arm slung heavily over her waist. Curious and a little startled, she waited a few moments, then carefully slipped out from under his arm. The bedroom door was almost closed, leaving only a narrow gap. She peeked through it.
The living room was dark except for the faint glow of the TV. Frank and a younger woman had quietly entered the house. They didn’t bother turning on the living room lights.
The woman laughed softly as Frank pulled her close. A moment later she pulled away and whispered, “I need to use the bathroom first,” before heading toward the kitchen bathroom.
Frank sat back on the couch, waiting. He picked up the remote and turned on the old VCD player. The disc was already inside. The screen flickered to life with Japanese AV porn — a petite woman being fucked hard from behind. Frank kept the volume very low, almost a whisper.
While waiting for the woman to return, Frank casually stood up and pulled off his polo shirt, revealing his hairy chest and soft belly. He then unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, stepping out of them and leaving himself in only a pair of underwear.
Cheryl couldn’t look away. From her hidden spot behind the almost-closed door, she had a clear view of the TV and Frank. His cock was already visibly hard, straining against the front of his underwear.
A few minutes later the woman returned, still flushed and smiling. She climbed straight onto Frank’s lap, straddling him.
They started kissing deeply. The woman rocked her hips slowly, grinding against him while Frank’s hands slid under her dress, squeezing her ass. The low, wet sounds of their kissing mixed with the faint, muffled moans coming from the Japanese porn still playing on the TV.
Frank’s hands moved upward. He tugged the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders, then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He pulled both garments lower, fully exposing her breasts. The woman arched her back with a soft moan as Frank leaned in and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked hungrily, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak while his hand kneaded the other breast. The woman’s head fell back, her hips grinding harder against the thick bulge in his underwear as he feasted on her chest.
Then the woman pulled back, a seductive smile on her lips. She slid off Frank’s lap and knelt between his legs. With slow, teasing movements, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and tugged it down just enough to free his hard cock. It sprang out, thick and heavy, the swollen head already glistening.
She looked up at him with a playful grin, then leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
Cheryl’s heart hammered. She watched, transfixed, as the woman’s soft lips stretched around Frank’s thick shaft. She sucked him slowly at first, her tongue swirling wetly around the swollen head, leaving shiny trails of saliva. Then she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each long, slow pull. Soft, wet sucking sounds filled the room — rhythmic slurps mixed with the faint, muffled moans from the Japanese porn.
The woman bobbed her head steadily, taking more of him with every stroke, her hand twisting gently around the base while her lips slid up and down the glistening length. Saliva dripped down his shaft as she worked him, the wet, obscene noises growing louder and more lewd.
Frank groaned low and placed both hands on the back of the woman’s head, gently fucking her eager mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts as her tongue pressed firmly along the underside of his thick cock.
Cheryl’s thighs pressed together instinctively, and she could feel herself getting wet. Her nipples were tight against her thin tank top. A confusing mix of fascination, and raw arousal flooded through her.
The woman sucked him with obvious hunger for several long minutes before Frank gently pulled her up. He stood, took her hand, and led her toward his bedroom. Cheryl quickly stepped back from the gap and pressed herself against the wall, heart pounding, as they walked past.
Frank opened his bedroom door, guided the woman inside, and closed the door behind them with a soft click.
Cheryl remained frozen in the dark hallway for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then she quietly slipped back into bed beside the sleeping Marcus.
She closed her eyes, but the vivid scene refused to leave her. The image of Frank’s hard cock sliding between the woman’s eager lips, the wet sounds, the way he had gently fucked her mouth — it burned into her mind.
Continuation of her ex-bf’s experiences
Would you dad like me?
It was a quiet Friday night. Frank had gone out of town for the weekend, leaving the entire house to Marcus and Cheryl for their sleepover. The lights were off except for the soft glow of the bedside lamp. They lay tangled together in Marcus’s bed, still warm and breathless after slow, lazy sex.
Cheryl rested her head on his chest, fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin. After a comfortable silence, she spoke softly.
“So… your dad really brings home a lot of different women, huh?”
Marcus chuckled, his hand stroking her bare back. “Yeah. Almost every week lately. He’s always done that and never bothers to hide them or anything.”
Cheryl lifted her head, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “What kind of women does he usually bring home? Like… what do they look like?”
Marcus thought for a moment. “Mostly in their late thirties to early fifties. Some are curvier, some are slimmer and toned. They come and go so fast I don’t really pay much attention.”
Cheryl felt a strange flutter low in her belly. “Doesn’t it feel weird for you?”
Marcus shook his head, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass. “Not really. It’s his house ma. I just mind my own thing.”
Cheryl giggled softly, nudging him with her elbow. “Of course la… your mother also not with him anymore, so he must be so lonely and horny every night, right?” She laughed again, clearly teasing.
Marcus grinned and nodded. “Ya lah… of course la. I know he’s lonely lah, but what to do.”
Cheryl shifted closer, her voice turning innocent. “So… if someone like me was one of those women he brought home… do you think your dad would like me?”
Marcus burst out laughing. “No la… you are not his type at all.”
Cheryl gasped, pretending to be shocked. She sat up a little and poked his chest. “Eh! Why not ah? What’s wrong with me? I’m not pretty enough for your dad is it?”
Marcus laughed harder, pulling her back down. “No la, not that la. My dad usually go for women with big breasts and quite old and mature. You so young… not his type at all.”
Cheryl pouted, but her eyes were sparkling with challenge. “Wah, so you think I cannot seduce him? I can be just as good as those women he brings home if I wanted to.”
Marcus raised an eyebrow, still grinning. “How? Show me then.”
Cheryl’s expression turned mischievous. She slowly climbed off the bed and stood in front of him under the soft lamp light. She was still wearing the white spaghetti top and shorts, the red lace bra and matching red panties visible underneath the thin fabric.
“I will walk into your dad’s bedroom one night,” she whispered, her voice soft and sweet. “He will probably be lying in bed… and I will quietly open the door…”
She began to move slowly, swaying her hips from side to side in a smooth, hypnotic rhythm. Her hands glided down her body, tracing the curve of her waist and hips.
“Hi Uncle… you haven’t slept yet ah?” she said in a gentle, innocent tone, as if she had just stepped into the room. “Can I come in? I also cannot sleep…”
She hooked her fingers under the hem of her spaghetti top and slowly lifted it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. The red lace bra came into view. She cupped her breasts through the lace, squeezing them gently while continuing to sway.
“I will walk closer to the bed… and say, ‘Uncle… you look so lonely tonight. No woman around to take care of you…’” She reached behind her back, unclasped the bra, and let the straps slide slowly down her shoulders. The bra dropped away, revealing her perky breasts and stiff nipples. She pinched them lightly, moaning softly as she swayed closer to the bed.
“Uncle… do you like what you see?” she breathed, her voice growing sweeter and more seductive. “Would you want to touch them? Would you want to suck on your son’s girlfriend’s nipples?”
She turned around slowly, pushing her shorts and red lace panties down together in one smooth motion. She stepped out of them, now completely naked, and turned back to face him.
“I will take everything off… just like this,” she whispered.
She slowly climbed onto the bed and moved to the front, lying back on the mattress with her legs spread wide directly in front of Marcus.
“I will move to the front of your bed and lay here…” she purred, looking straight at him. “Then I will start playing with myself… just like this…”
She slid one hand down her body and began touching herself openly. Her fingers circled her swollen clit slowly at first, then dipped lower, sliding two fingers inside her wet pussy. She moaned softly, her hips lifting slightly as she fingered herself in slow, deliberate strokes.
“Uncle… look at me,” she breathed, her voice thick with arousal. “Watch me play with my tight little pussy… I’m so wet…”
Marcus’s eyes darkened with lust. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He pushed his boxers down his thighs, freeing his hard cock, and wrapped his hand around it. He began stroking himself slowly, his gaze fixed on Cheryl as she fingered herself right in front of him.
Cheryl watched him for a moment, her eyes heavy with desire. She bit her lip, then crawled forward until her face hovered over his throbbing cock.
“Uncle… can I suck on your hard cock?” she whispered in a husky, seductive voice.
Without waiting for an answer, she lowered her head and took him into her warm, wet mouth. She started slowly, swirling her tongue around the swollen head, tasting him as she moaned softly. Then she took him deeper, her lips sliding down his shaft as she sucked him with slow, sensual bobs of her head.
Marcus groaned, his hand gently resting on the back of her head. “Fuck… that feels so good.”
Cheryl pulled back slightly, looking up at him with innocent yet wicked eyes while stroking his slick cock with her hand.
“I would suck him so well,” she purred. “I would take him all the way down my throat… I would let him fuck my mouth until he cums…”
She dove back down, taking him deeper this time, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. Wet, slurping sounds filled the room as she bobbed her head with increasing enthusiasm, her tongue pressing firmly along the underside of his shaft.
Marcus’s hips bucked slightly as he watched her, his hand moving faster on his cock.
Cheryl pulled off for a moment, stroking him fast with her hand while looking up at him.
“Tell me, Baby… Will your dad fantasize about me doing this?” she asked, her voice dripping with seduction. “Will he imagine me swallowing every drop while I look up at him with these innocent eyes?”
Marcus’s hand tightened in her hair, his cock twitching hard in her grip.
“Yes… fuck yes,” he breathed, voice hoarse. “He would cum so hard down your throat… he would make sure you swallow every single drop while looking straight into his eyes.”
Cheryl’s eyes lit up with wicked delight. She dove back down, sucking him with passionate, hungry strokes, her head moving faster as she took him as deep as she could. Her moans vibrated around his cock, her hand working the base in tight, twisting motions.
“Cum for me, Uncle,” she urged breathily between long, wet sucks. “I want to taste you… I want you to fill my mouth… please cum for me…”
She sucked harder, faster, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside of his shaft while her hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm.
Marcus’s hips started to buck. “Fuck… I’m so close…”
Cheryl moaned loudly around him, encouraging him without pulling off.
“Yes, Uncle… give it to me,” she urged, her voice muffled but eager. “Cum in my mouth… let me swallow everything…”
With a deep, guttural groan, Marcus lost control. His cock pulsed hard between her lips as thick, warm ropes of cum shot into her mouth. Cheryl moaned with deep satisfaction, swallowing greedily around him, her throat working visibly as she took every spurt. The salty, slightly bitter taste flooded her mouth, and she continued sucking gently, milking the last drops from him while her tongue swirled softly over the sensitive head.
When the last pulse finally faded, she held him in her mouth for a few more seconds, savoring the warmth and the way his cock twitched against her tongue. Only then did she slowly pull back, a thin, glistening string of saliva and cum still connecting her swollen lips to the tip.
She licked her lips clean, swallowing one final time with an audible, satisfied hum, then looked up at him with heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes.
“Baby…” she whispered, voice husky and teasing, “did I do a good job? Would your dad like how I swallow every drop for him… how I take it all like a good girl?”
Marcus was breathing hard, completely spent and dazed, staring at her in awe.
Cheryl crawled up his body and kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on her tongue.
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Originally Posted by
Rickey
Cheryl is such a notti n horny wife wanting to tease her FIL sexually too
…wonder if her wishes will cum true
Hope you enjoyed the read
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Originally Posted by
Rickey
Definitely…btw I got some parts wrong…Frank is yr wife’s ex bf’s father not her FIL
LOL! yes…. my dad is a VERY decent man…
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Originally Posted by
stanleyxinu
Love how the story has evolved.
Unfortunately, we’ll be coming to a close soon for the ex-bf series with just a few more….