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
Trip to Bangkok (Part 3 – The Late Night Kitchen)
Marcus was already asleep beside her, breathing deep and steady, one arm still loosely draped over her waist. The alcohol and the long day had finally caught up with him. Cheryl lay there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, her body still humming from their earlier sex and the constant sounds that had filled the apartment all night.
She couldn’t sleep.
Quietly, she slipped out of bed, pulled on a thin white nightie that barely reached mid-thigh, and walked towards the kitchen. The apartment was dark except for the soft glow of the living room lamp someone had left on. She opened the fridge, poured herself a glass of cold water, hoping the chill would calm the restless heat between her legs.
One of the bedroom door opened with a soft click.
Aom stepped out, wrapped only in a white towel that clung to her damp skin. Her long black hair was messy, her cheeks still flushed. She smiled when she saw Cheryl.
“Haven’t sleep ah?” Aom asked softly.
“Ya.. Not yet,” Cheryl replied quietly.
Aom leaned against the counter beside her. “Your boyfriend is lucky,” she said playfully, eyes sparkling.
Before Cheryl could reply, Frank stepped out, also wrapped in nothing but a towel around his waist. His broad chest was still slightly damp, and the towel sat low on his hips. He glanced between the two girls and grinned.
“Haven’t sleep ah, girl?” he asked Cheryl casually. “Come, let’s continue drinking a bit.”
Aom nodded in agreement. “Yes, stay with us. It’s more fun.”
Not long after, Lek and Ploy emerged from their room too, both wrapped in towels. The four of them gathered in the living room again, opening fresh cans of beer and chatting quietly.
Frank and Lek lit cigarettes right there in the living room, casually blowing smoke upwards. Aom and Ploy each took one too, lighting up and joining the relaxed haze. Cheryl sat alone in a single armchair opposite the big sofa, feeling very aware of how short her nightie was. The rest of them were clustered together on the sofa, towels shifting with every movement, bare skin on display.
As the conversation flowed, Aom shifted on Frank’s lap and her towel suddenly slipped down completely, fully exposing her breasts. She took a slow drag of her cigarette, letting the towel stay fallen for several long seconds before she finally pulled it back up with a lazy smile. Cheryl’s eyes widened, her pulse jumping. She tried to look away but found her gaze drawn back again and again.
A little later, Ploy’s towel loosened while she reached for her beer. The top edge dipped low, revealing the soft, full curve of her breasts and one dark nipple. She adjusted it slowly, smiling as if nothing happened.
The men didn’t comment, but Cheryl could feel their gazes lingering.
After a while, Aom settled deeper onto Frank’s lap, straddling him sideways. Her towel rode up high on her thighs, almost exposing everything. Frank’s hand rested casually on her bare leg, fingers stroking slowly before slipping higher, disappearing completely under the edge of the towel.
Ploy climbed onto Lek’s lap, leaning back against his chest. Lek’s arm wrapped around her waist, his hand sliding boldly under her towel and resting on her inner thigh, gently caressing and squeezing the soft skin there, inching higher with every passing minute.
The touches quickly grew bolder.
Frank suddenly gave Aom’s towel a firm tug, letting the white fabric fall completely away to the floor. Aom was now fully naked on his lap. He lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and hungrily while his other hand squeezed her breast.
Aom moaned, then reached for Frank’s hand and guided it between her thighs. “Mmm… put your fingers inside me… earlier you fuck me so hard but I still not enough lah… feel how wet I am for you na…”
Lek followed suit, pulling Ploy’s towel open with one swift motion. He cupped her full breasts and sucked on her nipples one after the other, his tongue swirling around the hard peaks.
Ploy gasped and took Lek’s hand, pressing his fingers against her pussy. “Yes… touch me deeper ah… your fingers feel so good lah…”
Aom reached down between Frank’s legs, pulling his towel aside. She wrapped her fingers around his hard cock and started stroking him slowly and openly. Then she lifted herself slightly and began rubbing the swollen head of his cock directly against her slick, wet pussy, sliding it up and down her folds without letting him enter her.
Frank groaned against Aom’s breast, his voice low and rough. “You so fucking wet… keep rubbing my cock like that… you want me to slide inside you again right here?”
Aom moaned and nodded eagerly. “Yes ah… put it in… fuck me right here… I want your cock inside me now…”
She raised her hips and slowly sank down onto him, taking his thick cock deep inside her in one smooth motion. Aom let out a long, satisfied moan as she started riding him, her hips rolling in deep, sensual circles.
“Fuck… you feel so good inside me,” she gasped, bouncing faster. “Deeper… yes… like that…”
Lek didn’t wait. He lifted Ploy slightly, positioned his cock at her entrance, and thrust up into her. Ploy cried out in pleasure as he filled her completely. She immediately started riding him hard, her breasts bouncing with every movement.
“Ahh… yes… fuck me harder,” Ploy moaned, grinding down on him. “Your cock so deep… I love it…”
The two couples were now openly fucking on the sofa right in front of Cheryl. The wet, rhythmic sounds of skin slapping against skin and the girls’ loud moans filled the living room. Frank and Lek thrust up into the girls while Aom and Ploy rode them with abandon, their bodies moving together in a raw, shameless display.
Suddenly Frank groaned and tapped Aom’s hip. “Wait… I need to go toilet first. Give me a minute.”
Aom pouted playfully but climbed off him. Frank stood up, his hard cock still glistening, and headed to the bathroom, leaving his towel on the floor.
Aom, still completely naked, walked to the kitchen area, grabbed a fresh can of beer, and took a long sip. She turned and walked slowly toward Cheryl’s armchair, stopping right in front of her.
“You look so lonely sitting here alone,” Aom said softly, smiling down at her. She sat on the arm of Cheryl’s chair, very close, her bare thigh brushing against Cheryl’s arm.
Aom took another sip, then gently placed her hand on Cheryl’s shoulder, stroking it lightly. Her fingers slowly trailed down Cheryl’s arm, then moved to her thigh, caressing the smooth skin just below the hem of the nightie.
“You’re so pretty,” Aom whispered, leaning in closer. “Don’t be shy lah… just relax and watch with me.”
Her fingers continued their gentle, teasing exploration on Cheryl’s thigh, getting bolder with every passing second.
Meanwhile, on the sofa, Lek had Ploy bent over the armrest and was fucking her from behind with steady, deep thrusts. Ploy’s loud moans continued to fill the room.
To be continued
Trip to Bangkok (Part 4 – Final)
Aom’s hand slid slowly under the hem of Cheryl’s nightie. Her warm palm glided up the smooth inner thigh and paused, fingertips brushing lightly against the skin to let the anticipation build. Cheryl’s breath hitched, a quiet mix of shyness and tipsy warmth flooding her body.
“So soft…” Aom whispered, her voice low and soothing. “Just relax… feel.”
Her fingers continued their slow journey higher, tracing the edge of Cheryl’s panties without rushing. Aom leaned in closer. Her bare breasts brushed gently against Cheryl’s arm, and her warm breath tickled the side of Cheryl’s neck.
“You’re already wet here,” she murmured, her fingertips pressing ever so lightly against the damp fabric. “Feels nice, right?”
Cheryl’s face burned. She couldn’t speak. She could only manage a tiny, shaky breath.
Aom smiled softly, her eyes meeting Cheryl’s for a brief, intimate second. She took Cheryl’s hand in hers and guided it slowly to her own bare breast, pressing Cheryl’s palm against the soft, warm flesh.
“Just touch” Aom whispered. “Feel how hard my nipple…”
Cheryl’s fingers trembled but didn’t pull away. Aom’s nipple was firm under her palm. She felt it tighten even more as Aom let out a soft, pleased sigh, her eyes never leaving Cheryl’s face.
Aom’s hand returned to Cheryl’s thigh, stroking higher. She gently pulled the edge of Cheryl’s panties aside and let her fingertips rest against the slick, warm folds. She traced slow, feather-light circles around her clit and entrance, never pushing inside yet.
“You so warm and wet here…” Aom murmured. “Just relax and let me touch you slowly.”
Aom leaned in and placed a soft, lingering kiss on Cheryl’s neck, then another just below her ear. Her lips were warm and gentle. She kissed slowly down to Cheryl’s shoulder, her tongue occasionally brushing lightly against the skin while her fingertips continued their gentle teasing.
“Don’t scared…” Aom whispered between kisses. “Just feel… you so pretty when you shy like this.”
After a moment, Aom took Cheryl’s hand again and guided it between her own legs, pressing Cheryl’s fingers lightly against her smooth, wet pussy.
“Touch me too…” Aom whispered, her voice soft and inviting. “You finger a girl before?”
Cheryl’s breath caught. Her fingers rested against Aom’s warm, wet pussy, trembling slightly but not pulling away. Aom kept her hand over Cheryl’s, gently encouraging her to explore with slow, light movements.
“Like this… just rub gently,” Aom murmured. “Yes… feel how wet I am … you making me feel so good…”
Aom gently tugged the one strap of Cheryl’s nightie down her shoulder. The thin fabric slid down easily, exposing one of Cheryl’s breasts to the cool air of the living room. Cheryl’s nipples hardened instantly under the sudden exposure. A rush of shy embarrassment washed over her, her cheeks burning hot, yet the tipsy warmth in her body made her feel strangely electric.
Aom pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes dark with appreciation.
“Mmm… look at you,” Aom breathed, her gaze lingering on Cheryl’s bare chest. “Your nipples are so hard already…”
She lowered her head and took one of Cheryl’s nipples into her mouth, sucking softly at first, then with more hunger. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive peak while her hand continued guiding Cheryl’s fingers on her own wet pussy.
The soft click of the bathroom door made Cheryl tense.
Frank stepped back into the living room, still completely naked, his cock half-hard and glistening. He didn’t say anything at first. He simply sat down in a nearby chair, lit another cigarette, and watched quietly.
After a moment, Frank exhaled a slow plume of smoke and spoke in his usual relaxed tone.
“Wah… you two look very nice together,” he said casually, eyes drifting over Cheryl’s exposed breast. “Aom very good at this, right? feels good or not?”
Aom glanced at Frank with a small, mischievous smile, then turned back to Cheryl. Knowing she now had an audience, she became a little bolder. She gently tugged the other strap of Cheryl’s nightie down, fully exposing both of Cheryl’s breasts.
“So pretty…” Aom breathed again, her mouth returning to Cheryl’s nipples. She sucked and licked them alternately while her fingers kept guiding Cheryl’s hand against her own wet pussy.
Suddenly Frank stubbed out his cigarette and stood up. His voice was low and commanding.
“Come here, Aom. I want you now.”
Aom gave Cheryl one last soft kiss on the lips and a teasing smile, then stood up and walked over to Frank. He pulled her roughly onto the sofa, bent her over the armrest, and thrust into her in one deep stroke. Aom moaned loudly as Frank started fucking her hard and deep, his hips slapping against her ass with every powerful thrust.
“Fuck… yes… harder” Aom gasped, pushing back against him. “Your cock feels so good inside me…”
Frank gripped her hips tightly and pounded into her. The wet, rhythmic sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the living room.
“Take it all,” Frank groaned, thrusting faster. “You’re so tight… so wet… I’m going to cum all over you…”
Aom’s moans grew louder and more desperate as Frank fucked her relentlessly. After a few more deep thrusts, Frank suddenly pulled out, grabbed Aom by the hair, and pushed her down onto her knees in front of him.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
Aom eagerly obeyed, opening wide. Frank stroked himself a few times and groaned deeply as he came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum across Aom’s breasts, neck, and open mouth. Aom moaned softly, letting some of it land on her tongue while the rest dripped down her chest.
Frank breathed heavily, watching the mess he had made. Aom looked up at him with a satisfied smile, then turned toward Cheryl. She scooped some of the warm cum from her own breast with two fingers, brought it to her own lips, and smeared it across her mouth.
Aom crawled closer to Cheryl on her knees, her face now inches away. With cum glistening on her lips and tongue, she leaned in and captured Cheryl’s mouth in a slow, deep French kiss. She pushed her tongue inside, sharing the warm, salty cum and letting it mix between their mouths as she kissed her deeply and playfully.
Cheryl’s eyes widened in shock. The thick, salty taste of Frank’s cum flooded her senses as Aom’s tongue swirled with hers. She let out a tiny, muffled whimper, her body stiff with embarrassment and unexpected arousal. Her face burned hot, but the tipsy haze and the overwhelming intimacy kept her frozen in place, heart racing wildly.
Aom finally pulled back slightly, a thin string of cum and saliva still connecting their lips. She smiled playfully at Cheryl’s stunned expression
This will be the last installment of the ex-bf series.
Post Clubbing (Part 1)
Cheryl and Marcus stumbled through the front door at 3 a.m., both pleasantly drunk after a long night of clubbing. The house was dark except for the faint blue flicker of the living-room TV. Frank and an older woman in her early 40s, with a fuller figure and shoulder-length dark hair, were still awake, lounging on the couch with drinks in hand.
“Home already?” Frank called out casually as they passed. “Have fun ah?”
Marcus grinned, a little unsteady on his feet. “Yeah, Pa. Going to bed now.”
Cheryl gave a shy wave, her cheeks warm from the alcohol. She felt the woman’s curious eyes on her as they headed straight to the bathroom. They showered together, laughing and kissing under the water, hands sliding greedily over wet skin. By the time they reached Marcus’s room, the alcohol and the heat of the shower had left them both horny again.
They fell onto the bed in a tipsy tangle. Marcus pulled Cheryl on top of him, kissing her sloppily as she sank down onto his cock. The sex was messy, eager, and loud — the kind that only happens when you’re drunk. Cheryl rode him hard, moaning softly, her breasts bouncing with every movement while Marcus gripped her hips and thrust up into her. They came quickly, gasping and laughing, before Marcus rolled over and passed out almost instantly, snoring softly.
Cheryl lay there for a minute, catching her breath. She was still tingling, her pussy wet and sensitive, nipples tight from the cool air. The pleasant ache between her legs refused to fade. Since there were people in the living room, she quickly slipped on a thin spaghetti top and a pair of short FBT shorts — with nothing underneath. She grabbed a bath towel to bring along with her.
She tiptoed down the hallway and stepped into the bathroom for a quick wash.
When she came out a few minutes later, still damp and glowing, Frank’s voice drifted from the living room.
“Eh, ah girl… come join us for a drink lah. Don’t go back to sleep yet.”
Cheryl paused, suddenly very aware of how little she was wearing. The thin spaghetti top clung to her still-damp skin, her nipples faintly visible, and the FBT shorts rode high on her thighs. She clutched the towel a little tighter against her chest and stepped into the living room.
Frank and the woman were still on the couch. The woman was curled against Frank, wearing only one of his oversized t-shirts that barely covered her ass, with no bottoms underneath. Both of them were visibly flushed and tipsy, already lost in their own little world.
“Come, sit,” Frank said with an easy smile, patting the empty spot on the couch beside him. “We still drinking. You also drank tonight right? Join us.”
The woman gave Cheryl a friendly, slightly amused smile.
As Cheryl sat down carefully, knees pressed together, Frank asked casually, “Where’s Marcus?”
“He’s already sleeping, Uncle,” Cheryl replied softly.
Frank nodded slowly, then stood up and walked over to the light switch. “Since Marcus is sleeping, better turn this off lah. Too bright otherwise.” He flicked the switch, plunging the living room into near darkness, with only the soft blue glow of the TV left.
Frank returned to the couch and sat down. His dick was clearly visible through his boxers, heavy and thick but not yet hard.
He offered Cheryl a fresh can of beer. “Here, ah girl. Take one. You must be thirsty after clubbing.”
Cheryl accepted the can with a shy smile. “Thank you, Uncle.”
The three of them started chatting and laughing quietly, mindful not to disturb Marcus. As the conversation flowed, Cheryl gradually felt more comfortable. Frank and the woman were drinking faster than her, their faces growing even more flushed, but the atmosphere stayed relaxed and easygoing.
“You look very fresh after shower,” Frank said casually, taking a sip of beer. “Club was fun ah?”
Cheryl nodded, smiling a little more freely now. “Yeah… it was good, Uncle.” Why is my heart beating so fast just sitting here? she thought, suddenly aware of how exposed she felt in the thin top and tiny shorts.
After a while, Frank picked up the remote and switched the VCD player on. The Japanese AV porn started playing on the TV, the volume still kept very low.
Frank glanced at Cheryl and said casually, “The program we were watching earlier is very boring lah. Hope you don’t mind ah, girl.”
Cheryl blinked, a little surprised. The explicit scene on screen made her cheeks flush hotter. “It’s… okay, Uncle,” she replied softly, her voice a touch breathless.
Frank nodded, satisfied, and leaned back. The faint, explicit sounds from the porn continued in the background as the three of them kept chatting and drinking.
To be continued
Post Clubbing (Part 2)
Frank nodded, satisfied, and leaned back. The faint moans from the Japanese porn continued playing softly as they kept chatting and drinking.
The woman grew bolder. She rested her hand on Frank’s thigh, then slowly rubbed the front of his boxers. His cock thickened quickly under her touch. Without hesitation, she slipped her fingers inside his boxers and wrapped them around his hard shaft, stroking him with slow, steady pulls.
Frank groaned softly against her lips as they kissed deeper. The woman stroked him openly while her tongue played with his.
Cheryl tried to keep her eyes glued to the TV, but from the corner of her eye she saw every movement. Her face burned. She crossed her legs tightly, feeling her nipples stiffen against the thin spaghetti top and a fresh rush of heat between her thighs.
Frank eventually broke the kiss, breathing heavier. He glanced at Cheryl with a lazy smile. “You okay ah, girl? Movie not too boring for you?”
“It’s… fine, Uncle,” Cheryl replied, her voice slightly strained.
The woman smiled against Frank’s neck, then casually shifted beside him. She leaned lazily against his shoulder and slowly lowered her head into his lap. From Cheryl’s view, she could only see the woman’s back and dark hair.
The woman took her time. She first brushed her lips along his thick shaft, then parted them and took him into her mouth. At first the blowjob was slow and discreet, but she quickly grew hungrier. Her head began bobbing with longer, deeper strokes. Wet slurping sounds became more audible as she sucked him greedily.
Frank leaned back with a low sigh of pleasure, one hand resting on the back of the woman’s head. Neither of them paid Cheryl any attention. They ignored her completely, as if she wasn’t even sitting there.
After several minutes, the woman lifted her head. Without a word, she simply climbed onto Frank’s lap and straddled him face-to-face. She kept the oversized t-shirt pulled all the way down, covering everything. Then, very slowly and quietly, she reached between them, guided him in, and sank down onto his cock.
From Cheryl’s angle, she could only see the woman’s back covered by the t-shirt. There was almost no obvious bouncing — just subtle, rolling movements of her hips as she ground slowly and deeply against Frank. The motion was discreet, almost lazy, like they were simply cuddling closely. Only the faint, wet sounds of skin pressing together and the woman’s soft, muffled breaths gave away what was really happening under the t-shirt.
Frank’s hands rested calmly on her hips, guiding her in tiny, controlled circles. Both of them stayed completely silent except for the occasional quiet sigh.
The woman continued the slow, deep grinding. Her hips rolled in long, deliberate circles, taking him fully with each smooth movement. The wet, rhythmic sounds grew just slightly louder — soft, slick noises that filled the quiet room. The woman’s breathing became heavier, small shaky breaths escaping as she pressed down harder.
Towards the later part, Frank subtly slid one hand up under the front of her t-shirt. He lifted the fabric just enough to expose her breast while the top stayed on her shoulders and back. He leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking slowly and hungrily while the woman continued her lazy, deep grinding.
The woman let out a soft, shaky breath and arched her back slightly under the t-shirt. Frank’s head moved gently as he sucked and licked her nipple, completely hidden from Cheryl’s view except for the subtle motion of the woman’s back and shoulders.
Cheryl sat frozen, heart hammering. She stared hard at the TV, but from the corner of her eye she could see the woman’s back making those slow, rhythmic rolls and the slight arching motion as Frank sucked on her breast. The faint, wet sucking sounds mixed with the quiet, slick sounds of their grinding.
Oh god… he’s sucking her nipple right there… right next to me… she thought, thighs pressed tightly together as fresh heat flooded between her legs. Why can’t I look away? This is so wrong… but I’m so wet.
The longer it went on, the harder it became for Cheryl to stay seated. After a few more minutes, she quietly set her beer down. She stood up without a word, trying not to draw attention to herself.
“I… I think I’ll go sleep now,” she mumbled softly.
Neither Frank nor the woman looked at her or replied. They simply continued their slow, intimate grinding and sucking as if she had never been there.
Cheryl turned and walked quietly down the hallway, slipping back into Marcus’s room. She closed the door behind her, heart still racing, and leaned against it for a moment
Hope u guys enjoyed the ex-bf series
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Originally Posted by
cumranger69
Isn’t Uncle Frank going to give Xmm what she has been missing?
No unfortunately that didn’t materialize
, but hoped you enjoyed it anyway!
We’re jumping back into our encounters and experiences… Hope you guys continue to enjoy the read!
First NYE Countdown (Part 1)
The Walk Back
The fireworks had long since faded over Siloso Beach, but the night still pulsed with energy. It was just past 2 a.m. on New Year’s Day, and Cheryl and I were walking back along the quiet, tree-lined path toward the Shangri-La Sentosa. The distant thump of leftover EDM from the beach mixed with the soft rustle of palm leaves in the warm breeze.
Cheryl looked absolutely stunning—her string bikini top strained against her full breasts, the thin fabric still damp with sweat from dancing all night, and her denim shorts rode high on her toned thighs, hugging the smooth curve of her ass with every step. Her hair was messy in the sexiest way, cheeks flushed from the drinks and the heat of the countdown party.
She walked close to me, her hand in mine, but her hips carried that extra sway that always appeared when she was still buzzing and feeling playful.
“God, that was fun,” she sighed happily, squeezing my fingers. “But I’m not ready for the night to end yet…”
I smiled, glancing at her. “We still have the room. And you look way too good to call it a night.”
Cheryl bit her lip and gave me a wicked little grin.
Spotting the Group
We rounded the bend and heard them before we saw them—loud, rowdy laughter mixed with music thumping from a portable speaker. Four guys in their early-to-mid 20s were still going strong at a cluster of outdoor tables and chairs near the side entrance of the hotel. Bottles of vodka, tequila and beer were scattered across the table. They were hyped up, shouting jokes and cheering, clearly not ready for the night to end.
As we walked past, the tallest of the two Indian guys—Raj—spotted Cheryl and let out an appreciative whistle. “Yo! Happy New Year! Look at her, boys—she’s fucking fire!”
The fit Chinese guy—Wei—grinned widely and raised his cup. “Come join us for a drink! We’ve got plenty left!”
The lean Malay guy—Amir—and the quieter Indian guy—Karan—laughed loudly and waved us over enthusiastically.
I stopped and smiled at them calmly. “Sure, why not? We’ll join you for a bit.”
The guys erupted in loud cheers and quickly made space, pulling chairs over. Cheryl gave me a quick, thrilled glance as she sat down beside me.
Drinks were poured into plastic cups. The music kept playing, and the guys were full of loud, youthful energy—laughing, joking, and hyping each other up. Their eyes kept drifting to Cheryl’s body with obvious hunger. They couldn’t stop staring at the way her string bikini top strained against her breasts, the soft inviting cleavage on display, the smooth toned thighs revealed by her short denim shorts, and the flushed, glowing look on her face from the night’s dancing and drinks.
After a few minutes, Cheryl stood up, walked over to me with a playful smile, and slid onto my lap. She wrapped one arm around my neck and pressed her warm body comfortably against mine, her ass nestled right against my growing bulge.
The French Kiss Dare
One of the guys suggested playing Spin the Bottle mixed with Truth or Dare to keep the energy high. Cheryl’s eyes lit up immediately. “I’m in,” she said with a tipsy grin, already looking excited.
The bottle started spinning on the table. Everyone held their breath as it slowed down. The first few rounds were light and fun—silly truths, quick kisses on the cheek, and small dares like doing a silly dance. But the tension rose every time the bottle slowed and pointed toward Cheryl.
When the bottle landed on Cheryl again, Raj grinned and gave her the dare without hesitation: “I dare you to give me a kiss on the lips.”
Cheryl’s eyes sparkled. She glanced at me for a second, biting her lip, then slowly stood up and walked straight toward Raj, her hips swaying seductively to the beat of the music. The group went quiet, the only sound the low thump of the music. She stopped right in front of him, so close he could feel her warmth.
“You ready for this?” she asked softly, her voice low and teasing.
She leaned in slowly, placing her hands on his shoulders. Their lips met gently at first, soft and teasing. Then Cheryl tilted her head and deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues danced together, wet and eager. She moaned softly into his mouth as she pressed her body closer, her breasts brushing against his chest while she kissed him deeply, slowly exploring his mouth with her tongue.
Raj groaned against her lips, one hand lightly resting on her waist as he kissed her back with growing intensity. Cheryl’s breathing became heavier, her soft moans escaping between kisses as she made the kiss even wetter and more sensual.
“Mmm… you kiss pretty well,” she whispered against his lips before diving back in, kissing him even deeper and slower.
The other three guys watched in stunned silence, breathing heavier, completely mesmerized by the sight of Cheryl passionately french-kissing their friend right in front of everyone. One of them muttered under his breath, “Fuck… she’s really going for it.”
After what felt like a long, heated moment, Cheryl finally pulled back, her lips shiny and slightly swollen. She gave Raj a teasing smile, then turned and walked back to my lap, her cheeks flushed and her eyes dark with lust.
Cheryl’s Boldness Awakens
The game continued, and the dares quickly became cheekier. When the bottle landed on Cheryl once more, Amir dared her with a grin: “Take off your denim shorts.”
Cheryl laughed softly, a little shy at first, but the alcohol gave her courage. She stood up slowly in the middle of the circle, the music still thumping. With a playful smile, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her denim shorts and slid them down her legs inch by inch, deliberately teasing. The tiny black bikini thong was revealed—the thin strings sitting high on her hips, the small triangle of fabric barely covering her pussy. The guys let out loud cheers and whistles, their eyes locked on her.
She did a slow spin, showing off the smooth curve of her ass and the way the thong disappeared between her cheeks. Then she sat back down on my lap, now wearing only her bikini top and the tiny thong, her bare ass pressing warmly against my growing bulge.
The bottle was spun again. This time it landed on Cheryl once more. Wei grinned and gave her the next dare: “I dare you to give me a lap dance.”
Cheryl’s eyes sparkled. She glanced at me for a second, then stood up and walked straight toward Wei, her hips swaying seductively to the beat of the music. She stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her body.
“You ready for this?” she asked, her voice breathy and playful. “I hope you can handle it…”
She turned around slowly, facing away from him, and lowered herself onto his lap in one smooth, sensual motion. Her ass pressed firmly against his crotch as she settled in. For a moment she paused, letting him feel her warmth, before she began to move—rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding her soft ass against his growing hardness.
“Mmm, you’re getting so hard under me,” she whispered teasingly, undulating in long, sensual waves. “You like this, don’t you?”
Wei groaned deeply, his hands gripping the sides of the chair tightly. “Fuck… yes,” he breathed, voice strained. “You’re so fucking hot…”
Cheryl smiled and continued rolling her hips slower, pressing down harder with each movement. “Good… I can feel you throbbing against me,” she purred. “You’re enjoying this a lot, aren’t you?”
The other three guys stared with hungry eyes, breathing heavier, completely mesmerized by the sight of Cheryl teasing their friend so shamelessly. Cheryl glanced over at me, her eyes dark with lust, biting her lip as she kept moving in long, teasing waves, clearly enjoying every second of being watched.
After the lap dance ended, Cheryl was breathing heavily, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, her tongue still tasting faintly of Raj. Then she pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips, “I need a cigarette… and a moment alone with you.”
To be continued…..
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Originally Posted by
tagixi1
When will Frank make his move….
Please continue!
The era of frank is already over bro
First NYE Countdown (Part 2)
Smoke Break with Cheryl
I took her hand and led her a short distance away into a darker, secluded corner. The thumping music and rowdy laughter of the four guys were still loud enough to remind us they were right there.
The second the shadows swallowed us, Cheryl spun around and crushed her nearly naked body against mine like a woman possessed. Her full tits mashed against my chest, rock-hard nipples scraping my shirt. The soaked crotch of her tiny thong burned hot against me as she rolled her hips in slow, obscene circles, grinding her dripping pussy up and down the thick ridge of my cock.
“God, I’m so fucking wet,” she breathed, her voice hoarse with lust. She grabbed my hand and shoved it straight under the front of her thong. My fingers slid easily through her slippery folds. “Feel that? That’s all from grinding on their cocks right in front of you.”
She snatched a cigarette from my pack with her fingers, lit it, and took a long, deep drag. The cherry glowed bright in the darkness as she held the smoke in her lungs, eyes locked on mine. Then she leaned in, pressed her open mouth to mine, and blew the warm smoke slowly into my throat in a long, filthy shotgun while her tongue chased it.
I groaned into her mouth and shoved two fingers deep into her pussy, curling them against her g-spot. Cheryl moaned loudly into the kiss, her cunt clenching greedily around my fingers.
She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips shiny, smoke still curling from her mouth. “Did you see how fucking hard Wei was?” she whispered breathlessly. “His cock was throbbing right against my asshole the whole time I was grinding on him… I wanted you to pull my thong aside and fuck me right there on his lap while the guys watched.”
She took another deep drag, then blew the smoke slowly down across her own tits, watching it swirl around her stiff nipples. “I want them to take turns with me tonight, baby,” she continued, voice thick with need. “I want you to tell them they can fuck your wife while you watch.”
Her hand slipped inside my shorts and wrapped around my throbbing cock, stroking me with long, slick pulls while she kept riding my fingers. The distant laughter and cheering from the guys only made her grind harder.
I yanked her thong completely to the side, lined up my cock, and pushed the fat head inside her in one slow thrust. Cheryl’s eyes fluttered and she let out a broken whimper.
“Yes… fuck me… just the tip, baby, please…” She tried desperately to sink all the way down, but I held her hips firmly in place, letting her feel only the thick head stretching her entrance while she trembled and dripped down my shaft.
I leaned in, bit her earlobe, and growled, “Not yet. You’re going to go back there dripping and desperate… and you’re going to let them play with you until I decide it’s time for them to really fuck you.”
Cheryl let out a needy little cry, her pussy clenching hard around just the head of my cock. Reluctantly, I pulled out completely. She took one last long drag, stubbed the cigarette out against the tree, and kissed me again — deep, smoky, and filthy.
“Let’s go back before I make you fuck me right here,” she whispered against my lips, her voice shaking with lust. “I want them to see how soaked I am when I sit on their laps again.”
The Security Guard Interruption
Just as we were about to rejoin the group, a bright flashlight beam cut through the darkness. A hotel security guard appeared, looking stern.
“Hey! You lot are making too much noise. This area is closed for the night. Pack up and move along—now!”
The guys groaned in disappointment. Cheryl quickly pulled her thong back into place and fixed her bikini top. I calmly helped her adjust her clothes while the group started gathering their things.
As the guard walked away, Cheryl leaned into me, still breathing hard from excitement. “I’m too horny to stop now,” she whispered. “Let’s find another spot we can go to.”
I nodded and calmly told the group, “We should move somewhere more private before we get chased off again.”
The guys eagerly agreed. We all quietly relocated to a darker, more secluded corner nearby—a quiet spot with some trees and benches, still close to the hotel but well hidden from the main path.
The Intense Group Play
In the new dark corner, the group passed around more drinks straight from the bottles they had brought. The guys were visibly more tipsy now—their laughs louder and sloppier, eyes glassy, hands a little less steady as they poured. Cheryl was glowing too, her cheeks flushed deeper, her movements loose and playful from all the alcohol.
She stayed seated on my lap for a while, sipping from the same cup I was drinking from. The more she drank, the hornier and tipsier she became. Her breathing grew heavier, her bare ass slowly rocking against my hard bulge as she leaned back against my chest. The guys watched every little movement, their eyes dark with hunger.
Suddenly Cheryl turned her head, looked at me with glassy, lust-filled eyes and whispered, “Kiss me, baby… right now.” Without waiting she pressed her lips to mine in a deep, hungry kiss. We started making out passionately right there in front of the four guys—tongues sliding together, soft wet sounds filling the quiet corner. Cheryl moaned softly into my mouth, her hips rolling slowly on my lap.
My hands roamed over her body. I casually cupped her breasts through the thin string bikini top, squeezing them gently at first, then more firmly. Cheryl whimpered against my lips. Feeling bold and turned on by the guys’ stares, I reached behind her neck, untied the strings of her bikini top and let the fabric fall forward, fully exposing her breasts to the cool night air and the four pairs of hungry eyes.
The guys erupted in loud cheers and whistles. “Fuck yes!” “Look at those perfect tits!” “She’s so fucking hot!”
Cheryl gasped, breaking the kiss for a second. Her cheeks flushed bright red, but her eyes were sparkling with pure arousal. She bit her lip, clearly embarrassed yet incredibly turned on by being exposed like this. “Oh my god… you’re really doing this in front of them,” she whispered breathlessly, but she didn’t cover herself. Instead she arched her back slightly, pushing her bare breasts out more, letting them all get a good long look while she kissed me again, even deeper this time.
After a few heated moments of making out, Cheryl pulled back, breathing hard, nipples visibly hard. She looked at the guys with a playful smile and said, “Since you all liked the show so much… how about a little drinking game? I’ll sit on each of your laps, one by one, and you’ll drink straight from the tequila bottle. The longer you can keep drinking without stopping, the longer I stay on your lap!”
The guys cheered loudly, clearly loving the idea.
Cheryl started with Amir. She slid off my lap with a giggle and straddled his lap facing him. She handed him the tequila bottle. He took a quick pull and barely lasted five seconds before coughing and laughing. Cheryl grinned and stayed on him for the short time, rolling her hips in slow, teasing circles while her breasts brushed his cheeks.
Next was Karan. He lasted just five seconds too. Cheryl ground on him with the same flirty energy, letting her nipples graze his lips while he drank. She giggled at his groan and replied with a cheeky, “Good—that’s the point!”
Then came Raj. He took a deep breath and drank steadily for about twenty seconds, eyes locked on her bare breasts the entire time. The moment he finally lowered the bottle and swallowed the last drop, he leaned in and gently took her left nipple between his lips, giving it a soft, playful suck. Cheryl gasped sharply, her eyes widening in surprise. “Oh my god!” she yelped, then let out a breathy giggle. “You sneaky thing… you waited till the very end!” She rolled her hips slower and deeper on his lap, clearly surprised but enjoying the sudden gentle attention as he lightly licked and sucked her nipple.
Finally, Wei got the longest turn. He drank for about thirty seconds, eyes fixed on her breasts. The second he finished and set the bottle down, he leaned in and started softly sucking and licking her nipples with slow, teasing strokes. Cheryl moaned softly, her hips moving in long, sensual waves. “Mmm… yes, just like that,” she breathed, voice turning husky with pleasure. “God, you’re really taking your time… don’t stop.” She arched her back, pressing her breasts lightly into his mouth, clearly enjoying every gentle lick and suck. The guys cheered him on as Cheryl stayed glued to his lap, letting out soft, needy sounds of approval.
By the time she finished the last guy, the tequila had clearly hit everyone hard. Amir and Karan were completely wasted, slumped forward with their heads resting between their legs, barely conscious. Raj and Wei were still hanging on by a thread, eyes glassy and movements slow, but grinning drunkenly.
To be continued…