Continuation of the ex-bf series
Trip to Bangkok (Part 1 – Arrival)
The flight from Singapore landed in Bangkok just after 6 p.m. The air was thick and humid as Frank, Marcus, and Cheryl stepped out of Suvarnabhumi Airport. Frank’s old friend, Lek — a loud, cheerful Thai-Chinese guy in his late fifties — was already waiting for them with a big smile and a rented van.
“Welcome to Bangkok, my friends!” Lek boomed, hugging Frank tightly before shaking hands with Marcus and giving Cheryl a friendly nod. “Three nights, plenty of fun. I already booked the service apartment in Sukhumvit — three bedrooms, big living room, perfect for us.”
The drive into the city was filled with laughter and stories. Cheryl sat between Marcus and Frank in the back seat, feeling the excitement of the trip. By the time they checked into the modern service apartment, it was almost 9 p.m.
After they freshened up, Lek clapped his hands. “Tonight, we go KTV. Thai style. Private room, beautiful girls, lots of drinks. You will like it.”
Cheryl was nervous but thrilled. She had heard stories about Thai KTVs — the dim lights, the beautiful girls, the open flirting and touching. The idea made her pulse quicken with a strange mix of curiosity and excitement.
She quickly went to shower. Standing in front of the mirror, she slipped into the tight black mini dress she had packed. The fabric clung to her body, hugging her breasts and hips, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. She turned side to side, feeling sexy and a little daring. She kept the light cardigan on for a touch of modesty, but the way the dress pressed against her skin already made her nipples tighten slightly.
Marcus was in a casual shirt and jeans, while Frank and Lek looked relaxed in polo shirts and shorts.
Lek led them to the KTV in a busy side street off Sukhumvit. They were taken upstairs to a private room with plush sofas arranged in a cozy, intimate U-shape. The room was dimly lit with soft coloured neon lights that cast a seductive glow over skin and fabric. It felt private, warm, and dangerously charged.
As soon as they sat down, the Mamasan ushered in six girls — all very sexily and skimpily dressed in tiny sparkling dresses that barely covered their bodies, showing deep cleavage and long, toned legs.
Frank and Lek each chose one immediately. Frank picked a tall, slim girl with long black hair named Aom. Lek chose a curvy, bubbly girl named Ploy. The remaining girls were told to leave, and the room quickly became lively with music and hard liquor.
The girls were very friendly and actively engaged Cheryl as well. Aom and Ploy sat on either side of her, chatting and laughing with her like old friends. They toasted each other repeatedly with shots of whiskey, clinking glasses. As the strong liquor flowed, everyone — including Marcus — became visibly tipsy. Cheryl’s cheeks grew warm, her body felt lighter, and a pleasant heat spread low in her belly.
Aom and Ploy started playfully dancing with Cheryl, pulling her up to dance between them. They complimented her figure, running light hands over her waist and hips. At one point, Aom leaned in and captured Cheryl’s lips in a deep, steamy French kiss. Her tongue slipped playfully into Cheryl’s mouth, teasing and lingering. Cheryl gasped softly but kissed back, the liquor making her bold. Ploy laughed delightedly, watching the steamy moment with a big smile.
Frank and Lek clapped their hands in delight, cheering loudly. “Wah! Good one! Very hot!” Frank laughed, raising his glass. Lek whistled and clapped harder, clearly enjoying the show.
Cheryl pulled back flushed and breathless, laughing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. The party inside the room was getting very arousing and explicit. Aom had straddled Frank’s lap completely, grinding her hips in slow, sensual circles against his crotch while they kissed deeply. Frank had slipped one hand between her thighs, his fingers working beneath the tiny dress to stroke and tease her openly, making her moan loudly into his mouth as he whispered in her ear. On the other side, Lek had Ploy sitting on his lap facing him, her dress hiked up around her waist, his hands cupping and squeezing her full breasts, thumbs circling and pinching her hard nipples as she rocked against him and moaned softly.
Marcus being quite tipsy, was also starting to get very daring with Cheryl. The alcohol had clearly lowered his usual self-awareness. He pulled her onto his lap facing him, then boldly tugged the straps of her mini dress and cardigan down her shoulders, exposing the tops of her breasts. He ground her firmly against the hard bulge in his jeans, his hands gripping her ass and guiding her in slow, deliberate circles so she could feel every inch of him rubbing right against her soaked panties. His mouth moved to her neck, sucking and biting gently, then lowering to kiss and lick the exposed skin of her cleavage while one hand slipped between her thighs. He pushed her panties aside and rubbed her bare pussy in firm, rhythmic strokes, whispering hotly in her ear, “Fuck, baby… you’re so wet already.” He didn’t care that Frank and Lek were watching — in fact, he seemed to enjoy it, glancing over at them with a hazy, proud smile as if showing off how he was fingering his girlfriend right in front of them.
Cheryl’s heart raced. She could feel their eyes on her, the thrill of being watched by her boyfriend’s father and friend sending a fresh rush of heat through her body. Her nipples were rock-hard, her pussy throbbing under Marcus’s fingers, and every slow grind made her bite her lip to hold back a moan.
Around 2 a.m., Lek stood up, his arm around Ploy. “Okay, enough singing. We take the girls back to the apartment, continue the party there.”
Frank nodded, his hand still on Aom’s waist. “Good idea.”
The group left the KTV together — Frank with Aom, Lek with Ploy, and Cheryl walking between Marcus and the two older men, the night air doing little to cool the heat still pulsing through her body.
The night was just beginning…
To be continued
Trip to Bangkok (Part 2 – Back at apartment)
The ride back to the apartment was quiet but charged. Aom sat on Frank’s lap in the van, kissing him occasionally. Ploy was cuddled against Lek, giggling softly. Cheryl sat between Marcus and the window, her mind racing with anticipation and nerves.
When they arrived at the apartment, Lek turned on the living room lights and opened more beers. The girls immediately made themselves comfortable. Aom pulled Frank down onto the big L-shaped sofa and straddled him, kissing him deeply. Ploy did the same with Lek on the other end of the sofa.
Cheryl and Marcus sat on the single sofa opposite them, watching everything unfold. The room quickly filled with soft moans and the sound of wet, hungry kissing.
The two couples continued making out openly for a few more minutes before Aom stood up, taking Frank’s hand. “Come, Uncle. Let’s clean up first.” She led him toward the master bathroom, giggling as she pulled him along. Ploy did the same with Lek, tugging him toward the second bathroom with a wink.
The two couples disappeared into separate showers. Cheryl could hear the water running and the muffled laughter behind the closed doors.
A few minutes later, Frank and Aom emerged first. Aom had wrapped a white towel around her body, the fabric barely covering her breasts and stopping high on her thighs. Frank wore only a towel around his waist. They looked flushed and relaxed. Not long after, Lek and Ploy came out too, also wrapped in towels, their skin still damp.
Cheryl felt her cheeks heat up again. She grabbed a towel and clean clothes, then headed to the third bathroom. Marcus took his turn right after her. The cool water refreshed her body but did nothing to ease the heat still simmering inside her. When she stepped out, Marcus was already waiting, wearing only a towel around his waist.
They slipped back into their bedroom together and closed the door behind them. Marcus pulled Cheryl close under the sheets, their bodies still warm from the shower. For a long moment they simply cuddled, his chest pressed against her back, one arm draped over her waist.
Then the sounds started.
From the master bedroom came Aom’s high-pitched gasps and the steady creak of the bed. From the other room, Ploy’s breathy moans mixed with Lek’s low grunts. The thin walls carried every wet slap and rhythmic thrust.
Cheryl’s breathing quickened. She pressed her thighs together, feeling herself grow wet again. Marcus’s hand slowly slid down her stomach, resting just above her panties.
“You hear that?” he whispered against her ear, voice husky. “That’s my dad fucking Aom right now… and Lek is giving it to Ploy just as hard.”
Cheryl shivered, pushing back against him. “I can hear everything,” she breathed. “It’s so dirty… knowing your dad is right there, pounding her while we’re lying here.”
Marcus kissed her neck, his fingers finally slipping under her panties to tease her slowly. He circled her clit with light strokes, then eased two fingers inside her, curling them gently as the moans from the other rooms grew louder.
“You’re soaked, baby,” he murmured. “Does it turn you on? Hearing Pa fuck another girl while you’re in bed with me?”
Cheryl nodded, a soft moan escaping. “Yes… it makes me so wet.”
Only then did Marcus pull her panties aside and press the head of his cock against her entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every bit of him until he was buried deep. They stayed like that for a long moment, just rocking together in long, lazy thrusts, syncing with the rhythm coming through the walls.
“Remember when Aom kissed you in the KTV?” Marcus groaned, his pace gradually deepening. “The way her tongue was in your mouth… Fuck, that was so hot.”
Cheryl moaned louder, her hips rolling back to meet him. “I know… I could feel everyone watching me. Especially your dad and Lek. It made me so embarrassed… but so turned on.”
Marcus thrust a little harder. “And when I pulled your dress down and fingered you right there on my lap? With everyone staring at your tits and my fingers inside you? You were dripping all over my hand, baby.”
“Yes…” Cheryl gasped, her voice breaking as he hit a perfect spot. “I loved it. I loved knowing they could see how wet I was for you… how shameless you were being with me in front of them.”
Marcus’s grip tightened on her hip. He started fucking her with long, deliberate strokes, the slap of skin on skin growing louder. “You like that they’re hearing us right now, don’t you? My dad is balls-deep in Aom next door… and he can probably hear every moan you make for me.”
Cheryl’s nails dug into his arm. “I do… fuck, I want him to hear me,” she moaned, her voice rising. “Fuck me harder, baby… let your dad know exactly how much I love getting fucked by you while he’s right there.”
Marcus pounded into her deeper, the bed creaking louder with every thrust. “That’s it… let Pa hear how good his son’s cock feels inside you. Moan louder, baby. Let him know you’re getting fucked just as hard as Aom is.”
Cheryl cried out, no longer holding back. “Oh god… yes… I love it… fuck me harder while your dad listens…”
The muffled moans from both other bedrooms mixed with theirs, the entire apartment filled with the raw sounds of sex. Cheryl’s body tightened as the voyeuristic thrill pushed her closer to the edge.
They collapsed together, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat. The moans from Frank and Lek’s rooms continued for a while longer before slowly fading.
To Be Continued