First NYE Countdown (Part 3 - Final)
Escalation after I left
I smiled, stood up and said casually, “I’m going for a quick smoke nearby. You three keep having fun.” I walked a short distance away to a nearby tree, lit a cigarette, and watched from the shadows.
Cheryl, flushed and visibly dripping with arousal, her thong completely soaked and nipples shiny and swollen, stayed straddled on Wei’s lap. Raj leaned in slowly from the side, his eyes dark with hunger but still hesitant, as if he couldn’t quite believe this was happening.
At first, their touch was almost reverent. Wei lowered his mouth to one of her breasts, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the curve before gently sucking her nipple between his lips. Raj mirrored him on the other side, his tongue flicking lightly at first.
“Mmm… yes, just like that,” Cheryl moaned breathily, a playful little smile on her lips. She ran her fingers gently through their hair, encouraging them. “You can suck a little harder if you want… I like it.”
Wei groaned softly against her skin. “Fuck… your tits feel so good,” he muttered, starting to suck harder, his tongue swirling with growing hunger. Raj followed, his lips sealing more possessively as he drew her nipple deeper into his mouth. “Shit… so soft,” he breathed, voice already rough.
Their hands grew bolder, sliding under the thin fabric of her thong. As their fingers slowly pushed inside her, Cheryl let out a sweet, needy whimper and reached down between her body and Wei’s. She pressed her palm against the growing bulge in his shorts, rubbing him teasingly through the fabric.
“Oh wow… you’re getting so hard already,” she giggled softly, her voice light and playful. “You like playing with me like this?”
She turned and kissed Wei deeply, tongues dancing sensually while her hand continued rubbing him outside his shorts. After a long, heated moment, she pulled back with a naughty grin, then turned to Raj and kissed him just as passionately. Raj groaned into her mouth, “Fuck, Cheryl… I’m so fucking horny right now…”
While still kissing Raj, Cheryl slipped her hand beneath the waistband of Wei’s shorts and wrapped her fingers directly around his hard cock. She stroked him slowly at first, then with more confidence, matching the rhythm of the fingers inside her.
Wei gasped sharply. “Holy shit… your hand feels so fucking good,” he moaned, his hips twitching involuntarily as she pumped him skin-to-skin.
After a particularly deep thrust of Wei’s fingers, he pulled them out for a moment, glistening with her wetness. Cheryl caught his wrist with a wicked little smile. She brought his slick fingers to her lips, locking eyes with him as she slowly slid them into her mouth. She sucked gently at first, then deeper, her tongue swirling around them playfully.
“Mmm… you taste like me now,” she purred teasingly around his fingers, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Wei’s eyes widened, a deep groan escaping him. “Damn… you’re so fucking naughty,” he breathed, completely mesmerized.
Raj’s breathing grew even heavier beside her. “Cheryl… you’re making me so fucking hard I can’t think straight,” he muttered, voice thick with need.
That teasing moment seemed to push both of them further. Their mouths returned to her breasts with renewed greed, sucking harder, while their fingers plunged back inside her — faster, deeper, more desperate. Cheryl moaned loudly, stroking Wei with matching intensity, her playful giggles mixing with soft, needy sounds.
“You two are really spoiling me tonight,” she gasped breathlessly between kisses, her voice full of lust and lighthearted mischief. “Keep going… don’t stop. It feels so good…”
From the shadows, I watched, cigarette burning between my fingers, heart pounding. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her hand sliding up and down Wei’s cock mixed with the obscene squelching of their fingers pumping inside her, creating a filthy, intimate symphony in the quiet corner. The scent of her arousal mixed with smoke and sweat hung thick in the warm night air. My own cock throbbed painfully as I took another slow drag, unable to look away from my wife giving herself over so completely to their building desire while still keeping that intimate, almost romantic connection with them.
Cheryl’s moans grew louder and more desperate, her body trembling on the edge, hips rolling greedily against their fingers as her hand stroked Wei faster inside his shorts. She was flushed, breathing hard, clearly burning with need — but she suddenly giggled breathlessly and pulled away just enough to break the spell.
The Smoke Break & Blowjob
Cheryl suddenly giggled breathlessly and pulled away. “Hold on, boys… I need a smoke or I’m gonna melt!”
She stood up half-naked, her breasts bouncing as she walked straight over to me with a playful, tipsy sway. I lit a cigarette for her. We stood facing each other as she took a long drag, then leaned in and started making out with me passionately, her tongue sliding against mine while smoke curled between our lips. She blew the smoke into my mouth in slow, sensual shotguns. Her hand slipped into my shorts, wrapping around my hard cock and stroking me with slow, teasing movements. She kept giving Raj and Wei playful, horny glances and naughty winks over my shoulder, clearly enjoying that they were watching.
Raj and Wei, still hard and drunk, joined us and lit their own cigarettes, standing close and watching intently.
After several minutes of deep, smoky kissing and her hand working my cock, Cheryl pulled back with a mischievous giggle. She dropped to her knees in front of me (I remained standing), pulled my shorts down, and took my hard cock into her mouth. She positioned herself sideways so she could keep eye contact with the two guys while she sucked me slowly and deeply, her head bobbing, tongue swirling, moaning softly around my shaft the entire time.
“Mmm… you taste so good, baby,” she purred between long, wet strokes, her eyes locked on the two guys as she took me deeper. Her lips stretched around my thick shaft, saliva dripping down her chin as she sucked with slow, sensual rhythm, occasionally pulling back to swirl her tongue around the head before sliding back down.
The two guys were mesmerized. Raj started rubbing his cock through his shorts, breathing heavily. Wei openly pulled his cock out and stroked himself slowly while smoking, eyes glued to Cheryl’s mouth. Cheryl noticed and moaned louder around my cock, clearly loving the effect she was having.
After a few more minutes of slow, teasing head, Cheryl pulled off with a wet pop and a playful giggle. “Mmm, I’m not done yet…” She stood up, still half-naked, and walked over to the two guys with a tipsy sway. She dropped to her knees between them, looking up with a naughty grin.
“You two have been so patient,” she teased, pulling their cocks out one by one. “Let me take care of you too.”
She started with Wei, taking him deep into her mouth with a long, wet suck while her hand stroked Raj firmly. “Mmm… so thick,” she moaned around him, eyes looking up at him playfully. Wei groaned and gently placed his hand on the back of her head, guiding her rhythm. “That’s it… fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he muttered, voice low and husky, pushing his hips forward a little more aggressively.
Cheryl moaned louder, taking him deeper, saliva dripping down her chin. She pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, and turned to Raj. “Your turn, big boy,” she giggled, wrapping her lips around him. Raj groaned and gripped her hair a bit firmer. “Deeper… yeah, just like that,” he growled softly, slowly thrusting into her mouth. Cheryl’s eyes watered slightly but she moaned in pleasure, clearly enjoying their growing aggression.
She alternated between them, sucking one while stroking the other, getting sloppier and louder. “You like watching me suck your friend’s cock?” she asked Raj breathlessly before diving back down on Wei. The guys were breathing hard, smoking and stroking themselves when she switched, their free hands occasionally guiding her head or gripping her hair.
“Fuck… I’m getting so close,” Wei groaned, his hips bucking as Cheryl sucked him harder, her cheeks hollowing. “Your mouth is so fucking hot… keep going, baby… I’m gonna cum.” Raj pulled her hair gently to turn her back to him. “Don’t stop… suck me just like that,” he growled, voice rough with need.
Cheryl moaned around their cocks, switching faster, her hands and mouth working both of them until they were throbbing and leaking. “Cum for me… I want it all over me,” she begged between sucks, her voice husky and desperate, clearly getting more turned on by their impending orgasms.
Raj was the first to break. His breathing turned ragged, hips jerking as he gripped her hair tighter. “Shit… I’m so fucking close… your mouth is milking me so good,” he groaned loudly, voice rough and desperate. “Gonna cum… gonna cum all over those tits… fuck yes!” He erupted with a long, guttural moan, thick ropes of hot cum shooting across her breasts and neck. Cheryl moaned loudly around the other cock, her body shuddering with fresh arousal as the warm, sticky load splattered her skin. “Mmm… yes, give it all to me,” she whimpered, pulling off just long enough to watch the last heavy spurts land on her tits, her nipples hardening even more.
Wei followed seconds later, stroking himself faster while she sucked the head. “Fuck… I’m right there… look at you covered in his cum… I’m gonna add to it… shit!” He let out a deep, broken groan as he came hard, thick streams landing on her breasts, stomach, and even a few drops on her cheek. Cheryl’s eyes fluttered with pure lust, a visible shiver running through her as she felt the hot mess coating her body. “Oh god… there’s so much… it’s so warm,” she gasped, milking every last drop, clearly even more turned on by their loud, messy orgasms.
Still on her knees and visibly trembling with heightened arousal, Cheryl looked up at the two spent cocks with hazy, lust-filled eyes. The thick cum now glistening on her breasts, neck, and stomach seemed to push her desire even higher. “Mmm… you both made such a pretty mess on me,” she purred, voice thick and breathy. “I should clean you up properly…”
She leaned forward and took Raj’s softening cock into her mouth first. With slow, sensual licks she cleaned every trace of cum from his shaft and head, moaning softly around him.
“You taste so good mixed with your cum,” she whispered, her tongue swirling gently. Raj groaned deeply, his hand resting on her head. “Fuck… that feels incredible.”
Cheryl smiled around his cock, then moved to Wei. She took him deep, sucking and licking with long, wet strokes, making sure to clean every drop. “Mmm… so much cum… I love how you both feel on my tongue,” she moaned. Wei let out a shaky breath. “God… your mouth is still so warm… you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Cheryl hummed happily, alternating between the two cocks for several long, steamy moments—licking, sucking, and kissing every inch until both were spotless. Her own arousal was obvious; her thighs pressed together, her breathing quick and needy, but she stayed focused on pleasing them, clearly loving the intimate, messy act.
She licked a thick strand from her fingers, then slowly ran her palms over her cum-covered breasts, rubbing the warm, sticky load into her skin in slow, sensual circles. Her eyes locked on mine the entire time, a naughty, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she smeared their cum across her cleavage and nipples like lotion.
She stood up, still half-naked and glistening with their mixed loads, and casually tied her bikini top back on, the white streaks clearly visible against her skin.
We said our goodbyes to the guys and continued walking back to the hotel, Cheryl’s hand in mine, her body still buzzing and marked from the night.
Back in our Hotel Room
The elevator ride up to our room at the Shangri-La was pure torture. Cheryl’s hand stayed laced with mine, but her body pressed tight against me the whole way, her skin still warm and sticky. The faint white streaks of Raj and Wei’s cum were clearly visible across the tops of her breasts where the bikini top barely covered them. Every time she shifted, the drying mess pulled at her skin with a faint, obscene little sound. A few late-night guests in the hallway gave us curious glances, but Cheryl just smiled that wicked, post-orgasm glow and leaned her head on my shoulder like the perfect wife she was.
The second the door clicked shut behind us, the civilized act vanished.
I spun her around and bent her over the edge of the king-sized bed, yanking her tiny thong roughly to the side. Her pussy was still swollen and incredibly wet, visibly glistening under the soft room lights. The thick, heady scent of her arousal mixed with the sharp, masculine smell of the dried cum on her chest filled the room and made my cock throb painfully.
I rubbed my throbbing shaft slowly up and down her slippery folds, teasing her entrance without pushing in. Cheryl moaned loudly and pushed her ass back hard, desperate to take me inside.
“I loved it so much, baby,” she gasped, voice already thick with raw need. “I’m still so fucking horny… their mouths on my breasts, their fingers deep inside me… I can’t stop thinking about it. Please… I need you right now.”
I gripped her hips and finally sank into her soaked pussy in one deep, smooth thrust. The wet, obscene squelch of her slickness echoed through the quiet room. Cheryl let out a long, desperate moan that shook her whole body, her back arching sharply as she pushed back to take every inch.
“Oh god… yes!” she cried, immediately rocking against me with greedy urgency. “Fuck me, baby. Harder… I need it so bad.”
I started thrusting with long, steady strokes, the wet slap of our bodies growing louder. Cheryl was insatiable — she met every thrust eagerly, her ass bouncing against me as she tried to take me even deeper, her moans turning breathy and frantic.
“You looked so incredibly sexy letting them play with you,” I groaned, reaching around to cup one of her cum-streaked breasts. The dried load felt sticky and warm under my palm as I smeared it across her skin.
Cheryl whimpered, her voice trembling with hunger. “I was so turned on knowing you were watching… Mmm, yes — touch me there. Harder, baby, please… I’m still so sensitive from them, but I need you to fuck me like you own me.”
I picked up the pace, driving into her deeper. Cheryl reached back with one hand, grabbing my hip and pulling me into her with frantic need. Her thighs trembled, and I could feel her pussy clenching greedily around me with every thrust.
As I continued pounding into her, Cheryl suddenly moaned even louder, her voice dripping with lust. “Baby… what if we had invited them up here with us?” she panted, pushing back even harder. “What if Raj and Wei were in this room right now?”
The fantasy made my cock twitch hard inside her. “You’d like that?” I growled, slamming into her deeper.
“Yes!” Cheryl cried out, her movements becoming frantic and needy. “I’d love it… Imagine them sitting right there on the couch, watching you fuck me… getting hard again just from seeing how wet I still am.”
I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles. “Tell me more,” I demanded, my voice rough.
Cheryl’s breathing turned ragged, her body shaking with pleasure. “I’d let them touch me again while you’re inside me… let them suck on my breasts just like they did outside… but then…” She paused, letting out a loud, needy moan as another wave of arousal crashed through her. “Then I’d want you to tell them they could fuck me too. I’d let Raj and Wei take turns with me right here on this bed while you watch.”
I groaned at the vivid image and flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion, spreading her legs wide so I could look into her eyes and watch her cum-streaked tits bounce with every thrust. “You really want them to fuck you?”
“Mmm… yes,” Cheryl whimpered, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me deeper. Her eyes were dark with lust as she stared up at me. “I want to feel their cocks stretching me while you sit there and watch… one after the other, using your wife for you. I want to be your good little wife who gets fucked by them right in front of you.”
Her words drove me wild. I fucked her harder, the wet sounds of her soaked pussy filling the room as I drove deep with every stroke.
“God, baby… just thinking about it is making me lose control,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back. “I’d cum so hard on their cocks knowing you were right there seeing everything… watching them fill me up.”
The combination of her greedy, hungry pussy and the vivid fantasy pushed both of us toward the edge.
“I’m going to cum,” she whimpered desperately, her walls starting to flutter and clench around me. “Cum with me, baby… fill me up while I think about them fucking me!”
Her orgasm hit hard. Cheryl cried out loudly, her entire body shaking as her pussy pulsed and squeezed me with powerful spasms. The intense squeezing sent me over the edge right after her. With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pumping thick ropes of my own cum deep inside her.
We stayed locked together, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of the entire night. I collapsed gently on top of her, still buried inside, and kissed her deeply. Cheryl wrapped her arms around me, holding me close as our heartbeats slowly calmed.
END
Midnight Pool Encounter – Part 1
The Staycation Begins
We had booked a staycation in Sentosa at a new nature-themed hotel we had never tried before. The property was tucked deep in a lush, forested area, designed to feel like a hidden retreat surrounded by tall trees and thick greenery. No other buildings were nearby, and the whole place had a quiet, private vibe that made us both excited for a relaxing night away.
After checking in, we spent the evening in our room just cuddling on the big bed, watching TV and sipping wine from the minibar. The alcohol left us nicely buzzed and playful. Cheryl was curled against my chest in her favourite red string bikini — the tiny top hugging her firm 36B breasts perfectly, the matching red bottom sitting low on her hips. She looked incredible.
I kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Baby… the pool is just a minute’s walk from here and should be completely empty at this hour. Want to go for a swim?”
Cheryl lifted her head, a tipsy little smile on her lips. “But isn’t the pool closed after 10pm? The sign said so…” She giggled softly, already feeling the wine. “Though if you really want to go… I’m game. Let’s do it.”
We grabbed a small cooler with the rest of the wine, some mixers, and a couple of plastic cups, then quietly made our way to the hotel pool.
Dip in the Icy Water & Skinny Dipping
It was completely secluded, far from the main building and surrounded by tall hedges and dense foliage. The pool lights had turned off at eight, so at midnight the entire area was bathed only in soft moonlight and the distant glow of the city skyline. The water looked black and inviting, the surface perfectly still.
We slipped into the cool water in our swimwear — and immediately gasped. The water was shockingly cold, much icier than we expected.
“Fuck… it’s freezing!” Cheryl laughed, her voice high and breathless as she hugged herself. Goosebumps erupted across her skin. Her nipples instantly hardened into tight peaks under the thin red fabric, clearly visible and begging for attention.
I shivered hard too, teeth chattering for a second before I pulled her close. “Holy shit, baby… it’s like ice! But damn, it feels good after the wine.”
We swam for a while anyway, splashing and laughing through the chill, sipping our wine right there in the pool. The icy water made every touch feel electric. Cheryl’s red bikini clung to her like a second skin, her stiffened nipples pressing against me as she sought warmth.
After some time, I floated closer and whispered, “No one’s around, baby… the whole pool is ours. Want to make it more fun and go skinny dipping?”
Cheryl’s eyes sparkled with the wine’s warmth even as she shivered. She gave me a playful, obliging smile. “Since we’re already here and no one’s around… why not?”
With a soft giggle she reached behind her back and untied the red bikini top, tossing it onto the pool’s edge. Then she slid the bottom down her legs and did the same. I followed, and soon we were both completely naked in the chilling water.
The cold hit our bare skin like a shock. Cheryl gasped sharply and clung to me tightly, her whole body trembling as goosebumps covered every inch of her. “Oh my god… it’s so cold on my nipples and everywhere,” she laughed breathlessly, pressing her chilled breasts against my chest for warmth.
The icy water made every inch of our bare skin hypersensitive. Cheryl’s nipples were rock-hard little peaks, and every time they brushed my chest she let out a tiny, shaky gasp.
“Oh god… the cold is making everything feel so much more,” she whispered, her voice trembling with arousal. “My nipples are aching… and my pussy feels so exposed like this.”
I held her tighter, my hard cock pressed firmly against her belly. “You love being completely naked out here, don’t you?” I murmured. She shivered and nodded, grinding herself slowly against me under the water, the freezing temperature making every subtle movement feel electric.
Intimate Moments in the Water
I held her close, both of us shivering and laughing as the icy water heightened every sensation. “You feel amazing like this,” I murmured, my hard cock pressing against her belly.
Cheryl smiled dreamily, voice soft and willing. “I’m all yours tonight, baby.”
We drank and played for almost twenty minutes, growing bolder and steamier with every passing second. I started by kissing her softly, our lips brushing gently at first, then deepening as our tongues met. Cheryl sighed into my mouth, her cold body melting against mine.
I moved to her neck, kissing and sucking lightly along her sensitive skin, making her tilt her head and let out a shaky breath. She shivered harder, not just from the water.
My mouth travelled lower. I cupped one of her chilled breasts and sucked her pebbled nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the stiff peak in slow, sensual circles. Cheryl whimpered softly and arched her back, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth.
I worshipped her nipple with long, passionate sucks, drawing it in and out between my lips, flicking the tip with my tongue before sucking harder, making love to it like I couldn’t get enough. I switched to the other breast, lavishing the same slow, hungry attention — licking, sucking, gently tugging with my lips until her nipple was swollen and glistening. Cheryl’s breathing grew quicker.
“Oh god… baby… you’re sucking them so much,” she whispered shakily, voice barely above a breath as she tried to stay quiet. “My nipples are so sensitive from the cold… I can feel it everywhere…”
The Guard Arrives
Then we heard it.
The crunch of footsteps on the gravel path.
A security guard appeared from the shadows, flashlight sweeping the ground. He was a Malay man in his late fifties, with a neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard and a slightly tired but kind face. His name tag read “Ahmad.” He stopped at the edge of the pool, eyes widening when he saw two naked figures in the water.
“Eh… excuse me, sir, madam,” he said in a deep, respectful voice with a strong Malay accent. “Pool closed after 10pm. You cannot be here lah. Very sorry, but I must ask you to leave.”
I kept one arm around Cheryl and spoke calmly. “Uncle Ahmad, we’re really sorry. We just checked in today for our first staycation here and the wine got to us a bit. We’ve had a long day, and this icy water is honestly the best thing that’s happened tonight. Can we please stay just ten more minutes to finish our drinks and warm up a little? I promise we’ll leave right after.”
Ahmad hesitated, clearly torn. He was a divorcee with grown kids and worked the quiet night shift to support them. His eyes kept flicking to Cheryl’s bare shoulders and the way the moonlight caught the water on her skin.
“Aiyah… I cannot stay long,” he replied, voice uncertain but softening. “I’m on duty lah. Okay lah… ten minutes only. But I sit here and wait to make sure you leave on time. Cannot risk my job.”
He walked over to the row of sun lounges lined up neatly beside the pool and sat down on one, still fully uniformed, eyes alert.
To be continued
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stanleyxinu
Nice post on a lazy Friday night to steam things up. Thank you bro!
TGIF TGIF!
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stanleyxinu
Yes. Yes. Yes! Had great sex in the evening and recovering now. Reading your just posted story makes me yearn for sex again. I dislike you. Haha
Lol… well at least you had yours…. I haven’t had mine yet… still waiting for her to come home…. *slurps*
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stanleyxinu
Life is great for you. I don’t have a her to come home to.
Life is great as long as your “needs” are met… it doesn’t matter how you get it.
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garry_rie
Worth the wait for an adventurous wife. She look great btw.
Thanks!
Midnight Pool Encounter – Part 2
Continuing Our Play
We said thank you and tried to behave for a minute, swimming casually and chatting in low voices. But the wine, the cold, and the knowledge that Ahmad was sitting only ten metres away made us reckless.
I pulled Cheryl close again under the black water. “He’s watching us,” I whispered against her ear. “I can feel his eyes on you.”
Cheryl shivered hard, her nipples tightening even more against my chest. “Mmm… I know. It’s making me so wet.”
From the lounge, Ahmad watched everything clearly under the moonlight. This is wrong… I should stop them, he thought, conflicted. But those breasts… floating just above the water, nipples so hard and delicious looking. His hand unconsciously pressed down on the growing bulge in his trousers.
I kissed her deeply, then dropped my mouth to her neck. She tilted her head, biting her lip to stay silent as I sucked one chilled nipple between my lips, nursing it slowly while my hand kneaded the other. Cheryl’s breathing turned ragged. She wrapped her legs around my waist and guided my cock to her entrance.
Her eyes widened and she bit her lip hard as I pushed inside her in one smooth thrust. A soft, muffled whimper escaped as I filled her completely. The icy water made the heat of her pussy feel even more intense around me.
We started moving together slowly and subtly — gentle, rolling thrusts so the water wouldn’t splash too loudly. Cheryl buried her face in my neck, breathing heavily as she tried to suppress her moans. Her tight walls clenched around me with every slow, deep stroke.
“Mmm… baby… you’re so deep inside me,” she whispered shakily, voice barely audible. “It feels so good…”
I gripped her ass and rocked into her deeper, controlling the pace. Cheryl’s body trembled in my arms, her hardened nipples rubbing against my chest with every movement. She bit down on my shoulder to stifle another moan as I hit a particularly sensitive spot.
“Mmm… keep your voice down, baby,” I whispered hotly against her ear, my tone low and teasing. “We don’t want the guard to know that we are fucking in the pool.”
She nodded quickly, biting her lip harder, but her hips still rolled against mine in needy little circles. “Mmm… I know… but it’s just so deep… your thrusting is making me so horny and wet,” she breathed, voice trembling with building pleasure.
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her ear. “Fuck, baby… your pussy feels so warm and tight around my cock,” I murmured softly, voice thick with arousal.
She let out a tiny, stifled moan, her walls fluttering around me. I rocked into her again, a little firmer. “God, you feel so fucking good sliding up and down my dick,” I whispered, keeping my voice low and intimate.
Cheryl’s breathing grew even more ragged. She pressed her mouth against my shoulder and whispered desperately, “Harder… please fuck me harder, baby… I need it deeper.”
I gave her a slightly firmer thrust, still keeping the motion subtle. Cheryl’s eyes fluttered. “Yes… just like that… fuck me harder,” she urged in a hushed, needy voice, her hips pushing back against me. “It’s making me so horny… I’m so wet for you.”
Cheryl’s Bold Lounge Tease
Cheryl stayed half-submerged for a moment longer, then gave me a warm, tipsy smile. “I’m a bit thirsty, baby. Let me grab a drink.”
She slowly waded out of the icy water, completely naked. The cold night air kissed her wet skin, making her shiver deliciously. Water cascaded down her body in shiny rivulets, glistening under the moonlight over her firm breasts, her stiffened nipples, flat stomach, and smooth pussy. Goosebumps covered every inch of her as she walked deliberately toward the cooler, hips swaying with each step, fully aware of Ahmad’s eyes on her.
She bent over slowly at the waist to pour the drinks, giving Ahmad an unobstructed view of her bare ass and the way her heavy breasts hung and swayed freely. She took her time, knowing exactly what she was showing him.
Those breasts… so full and perfect, Ahmad thought, his cock straining painfully against his uniform. I shouldn’t be looking… but I can’t look away.
Cheryl straightened up with her cup, turned around, and walked back. Instead of returning to the pool, she sat down gracefully on the sun lounge right next to Ahmad — completely naked. She crossed one leg over the other for a moment before slowly uncrossing them, letting her thighs part just enough to tease. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples still painfully hard from the cold. A few drops of water ran down her stomach toward her smooth pussy.
She leaned back comfortably, arching her back just enough to push her chest forward, and turned to Ahmad with a soft, seductive smile.
“The wine tastes even better out here, Uncle. Don’t you think?”
Ahmad swallowed hard. His uniform trousers were now uncomfortably tight, the obvious bulge impossible to hide. His eyes flicked from her glistening breasts to her parted thighs and back again, his kind face flushed with a mix of shock, guilt, and raw hunger.
Cheryl’s Tease
Ahmad sat frozen on the sun lounge, eyes locked on Cheryl’s naked body just inches away. Moonlight painted every curve in silvery glow: full, heavy breasts glistening with water droplets that slowly trickled down her deep cleavage, stiff dark nipples tight and swollen from the cold, the soft swell of her stomach, and the smooth, bare pussy between her slightly parted thighs.
Ai yah… this is wrong, he thought, heart hammering in his chest. She is married… her husband is right there in the water… but those breasts… so full, so perfect… I haven’t seen a woman like this in years. His cock throbbed painfully against his uniform trousers.
He swallowed hard, voice rough. “Miss… you… you really don’t mind me sitting here?”
Cheryl took a slow, deliberate sip of wine, then turned to him with a warm, dangerously seductive smile. She noticed exactly where his eyes were glued and let her thighs part just a fraction more, giving him an even clearer view of her smooth, glistening pussy.
“Not at all, Uncle Ahmad,” she purred, voice like warm silk. “We’re the ones breaking the rules… the least we can do is keep you company.”
I floated closer to the edge and cleared my throat. “I’m going to have a quick smoke, baby. I’ll be just over there on the other side of the pool. You two chat for a bit… I’ll only be a few minutes.”
Cheryl gave me a knowing, obliging smile. “Okay, baby. Take your time.”
As I swam slowly into the darker, more secluded corner of the pool, my heart pounded with anticipation. Once the shadows completely hid me, I quietly climbed out, lit a cigarette, and positioned myself where I could see everything clearly but they couldn’t see me. My cock throbbed hard as I watched from the darkness.
To be continued
Midnight Pool Encounter – Part 3
The Teasing Intensifies
From my hidden vantage point, I watched Cheryl continue without any shame.
She shifted on the lounge, turning her body slightly toward Ahmad so her breasts were fully on display. Water droplets still clung to her skin, sparkling in the moonlight. She took another slow sip, then ran her hand over her left breast, thumb brushing her hard nipple in a light, teasing stroke that made it tighten even more.
“Uncle, you’re staring,” she said with a soft, playful laugh, biting her lower lip. “It’s okay… I don’t mind at all. The cold water made them so sensitive tonight. Every little breeze feels like a tongue.”
Ahmad’s breathing grew heavier. “Aiyah… miss… you are making it very hard for me to concentrate. Those breasts… they look so delicious…”
Cheryl’s eyes sparkled with wicked delight. She arched her back even more, pushing her chest out proudly. “Delicious?” she echoed softly, voice warm and inviting. She cupped both breasts, gently squeezing them together while circling her thumbs over her stiff nipples. “That’s a very interesting way to describe them, Uncle. Do you want to keep staring… or should I make it even harder for you?”
Ahmad groaned quietly, his hand pressing down on the massive bulge in his trousers. I shouldn’t be looking… but they’re so full… so heavy… I want to bury my face between them right now.
Cheryl leaned forward, breasts swaying heavily as she rested her elbows on her knees, giving him an even better view. “You seem like such a kind man. Working the night shift all alone must be so lonely sometimes.”
Ahmad nodded slowly, eyes still fixed on her breasts. “Yes… very lonely. I got divorced five years ago. My wife left me for a younger man. Now I just work, send money to my children, take care of my elderly father, and go home to an empty house every night.”
Cheryl tilted her head, still gently lifting one breast with her hand and pinching the nipple just hard enough to make herself gasp softly. “Oh no… that sounds really hard. No one to accompany and take care of you at night? No soft, warm body to come home to?”
She paused, letting the words hang in the air, then added with a sultry whisper, “Five whole years without anyone to suck on these for you… that must be so frustrating.”
Oral Tease
She leaned forward slightly, still seated, and locked eyes with him, voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
“Tell me something very naughty, Uncle. How do you like your women giving you blowjobs? Be honest with me. Do you like it slow and teasing… or fast and sloppy? Do you want her to use lots of tongue swirling around the head… or do you like her taking you deep down her throat until her eyes water?”
Ahmad groaned, gripping the lounge tightly. “Hmmm… slow at first… lots of tongue… then deeper…”
Cheryl moaned softly in approval and raised two fingers to her lips, keeping her eyes locked on his.
“Like this, Uncle? Watch me show you exactly how I’d suck that lonely, aching cock of yours every single night.”
She parted her glossy lips and slowly slid the two fingers deep into her mouth, sucking on them hungrily. Her tongue swirled around them in long, sensual strokes, licking and lapping as if they were the head of his cock. Wet, obscene sucking sounds filled the quiet night air.
“Mmm… do you like when she looks up at you the whole time?” she asked, words muffled but clear, eyes never leaving his.
She pushed her fingers further in, cheeks hollowing, making deliberate slurping noises as she bobbed her head slightly. Then she pulled them out slowly, long strands of saliva stretching between her lips and fingers. “Like this, Uncle? Or would you grab her hair and fuck her mouth deeper?”
She sped up the motion, fingers thrusting deeper, making wet, filthy sounds while her eyes stayed locked on his, daring him to imagine it.
Ahmad was trembling, completely transfixed, his hand openly squeezing the massive bulge in his trousers.
Please Don’t Go?
After the intense teasing, Ahmad finally stood up, visibly struggling.
“I… I really have to go now,” he said, voice thick. “My shift…”
Cheryl noticed immediately. She stayed seated, legs still spread wide, and looked up at him with the most seductive, alluring smile.
“Please, Uncle… don’t leave just yet,” she murmured in a soft, breathy voice full of honey and heat. She cupped her breasts again, slowly lifting and bouncing them right in front of him, nipples hard and glistening. “Stay a little longer… just a few more minutes for me? I’m enjoying talking to you so much… and I can see how much you’re enjoying it too.”
Ahmad stood frozen on the edge of the lounge. One foot had already turned toward the shadows, yet his body refused to move. His eyes remained glued to Cheryl’s naked form, chest heaving, uniform still painfully tented.
I have to go… my job… but those breasts… she’s offering them to me… just five more minutes…
Cheryl gave her breasts one slow, deliberate bounce and whispered, “Stay a little longer… just a few more minutes for me? I’m enjoying talking to you so much… and I can see how much you’re enjoying it too.”
She gave her breasts one slow, deliberate bounce and whispered, “Tell me more about what you’d do if your wife was waiting at home… or maybe… you can just sit back down and let me show you one more thing before you have to leave?”
Ahmad glanced at his watch, then back at her naked body, his bulge throbbing visibly.
“Aiyah… okay lah,” he finally whispered, voice shaking. “Just a little longer… five minutes more…”
He sank back down onto the lounge, eyes never leaving her.
To be continued (The next share will be the full finale)
Midnight Pool Encounter – FINAL
Imagine If I Was Your Wife
Cheryl stayed seated on the lounge for a few more moments, lazily playing with her heavy tits while Ahmad stared, completely mesmerised. She let the silence stretch for a long, delicious second, watching his eyes follow every slow squeeze of her breasts. Then her voice dropped into that low, sultry tone he loved.
“Uncle… I keep wondering… what if I was your wife waiting for you at home every night after your long shift?” She bit her lower lip playfully and bounced her tits again, letting them jiggle heavily. “Imagine walking through the door tired and frustrated… and there I am, completely naked, just like this. How would you want me dressed? Would you want your wife completely naked the second you step inside… or in something tiny and see-through so you can still see everything underneath?”
Ahmad’s breath hitched. He swallowed hard before answering. “Naked… just like this… waiting at the door…”
Cheryl moaned softly in approval, still slowly kneading her breasts. “Mmm… naked at the door. I like that. I’d greet you with these tits pressed right against your chest the moment you walk in.” She paused, letting him picture it, then continued in a huskier whisper. “Then what? How would your wife service you after a long day? Would you want me to drop straight to my knees in the hallway… pull out that big, hard cock I can see straining right now… and take you deep in my mouth before you even sit down?”
She mimed the motion with her hands in the air. “Or maybe you’d sit on the sofa still in your uniform… and let your wife climb on top… pressing these warm, soft tits right into your face while I grind slowly on your lap?”
Ahmad groaned, his hands clenching the edge of the lounge. “I… I would want your tits in my mouth first… sucking them hard…”
Cheryl smiled wickedly. “Yes… suck them hard, baby. Imagine me as your wife… moaning your name while you bury your face between them. Would you want me to ride you slow and deep… or would you bend me over the sofa and fuck me hard because you’ve been holding it in all night?”
She reached down and spread her pussy lips with two fingers, letting him see how wet and shiny she was. “Look… your wife would already be dripping just thinking about you coming home to use her. Tell me… would you take me from behind… gripping these hips while you slam into me? Or would you want me on my back with my legs spread wide so you can watch my tits bounce with every thrust?”
Ahmad’s voice was hoarse. “From behind… bending you over… fucking you hard…”
Cheryl let out a soft, needy moan and gave her heavy tits another slow, deliberate bounce. “Mmm… yes, baby. Your frustrated little wife… waiting every single night just to drain every last drop from you. I’d beg you to cum all over these tits… or deep inside me… whichever you need.”
She sat back, legs still spread wide. “And what about the next morning before your shift? Would you want your wife to wake you up with her mouth wrapped around your cock… or would you pull me on top of you for a quick morning fuck with these tits in your face?”
Cheryl cupped her tits and jiggled them playfully. “Or maybe in the kitchen… I’d be cooking breakfast completely naked, and you’d come up behind me, bend me over the counter and take me right there.”
Ahmad was breathing hard, eyes flicking desperately between her tits, her spread thighs, and the glistening wetness between them. “All of it… every single one… I would do everything…”
Cheryl smiled and gave her tits one final, slow bounce, then lightly pinched both nipples while holding his gaze. “Mmm… such a naughty husband.”
Straddling & Breast Worship
She took slow steps toward him, heavy tits swaying with each movement. Her hips rolled gently as she closed the distance, never breaking eye contact.
“Since you’ve been so nice staying for me,” she whispered, voice thick with seduction, “let me show you… up close, okay?”
Cheryl swung one leg over his lap with agonising slowness, her bare thigh brushing his uniformed leg. She hovered there for a heartbeat, her dripping pussy inches above his throbbing bulge, letting him feel the heat radiating from her.
Fuck… she’s really going to sit on me, Ahmad thought, heart pounding. Her husband is right there… but I can’t stop her.
Then she lowered herself gradually, inch by torturous inch, until her warm, slick pussy pressed firmly down onto the massive outline of his cock through his trousers.
The contact made Ahmad gasp. Cheryl settled her full weight on him, straddling his thighs completely. She kept her hands lightly on his shoulders for balance, but her body stayed pressed tight against his bulge.
“Imagine you just walked through the door… tired from your shift,” she purred, starting a very slow, deliberate grind. Her dripping pussy left a shiny wet trail along the front of his trousers. “Your naked little wife is already waiting… just like this.”
She arched her back, pushing her heavy tits closer to his face. “Would you grab these tits first?” she asked softly.
She took his trembling hands in hers and placed them firmly on her breasts, pressing his palms against the soft, warm flesh.
“Squeeze them harder, baby… feel how full and heavy they are for you,” she urged, voice husky and desperate. “These are your wife’s big, soft tits… play with them. Don’t be shy.”
Ahmad’s fingers dug in greedily, squeezing and kneading with growing hunger.
Cheryl moaned loudly and rocked her hips faster. “Yes… just like that, baby. Now suck them. Feast on them. Bury your face between your wife’s tits and suck my hard nipples like you’ve been dying to all night.”
She leaned forward, smothering his face completely with her soft, heavy tits, guiding one stiff, aching nipple straight to his mouth.
Ahmad groaned and latched on hard, sucking and biting with raw hunger while his hands mauled her tits.
Cheryl threw her head back, grinding her dripping pussy harder along his bulge. “Mmm… fuck yes, baby! Suck harder… bite them!”
She held his head against her chest, smothering him with her tits while she rode his lap with urgent, filthy rolls of her hips.
Cheryl’s Real Blowjob
Cheryl finally pulled back, her tits glistening with his saliva. She slid off his lap and dropped gracefully to her knees between his spread legs on the sun lounge. Her eyes burned with lust as she reached for his belt.
“Since I’m your wife tonight…” she whispered, voice husky and dripping with need, “let me take care of my husband the way I should.”
She unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his zipper down. His thick, throbbing cock sprang free, already leaking so much precum. Cheryl licked her lips hungrily, then leaned in and dragged her tongue in one long, slow, wet lick from base to tip, savouring every inch.
“Mmm… so hard and ready for your wife,” she purred, looking up at him with wicked eyes.
Ahmad let out a low groan, his hand gently resting on her head. “Fuck, baby… that tongue feels so good already.”
She wrapped her soft lips around the swollen head and sucked gently at first, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip in slow, teasing circles. Her hand stroked the thick shaft with long, lazy strokes, matching the rhythm of her mouth. She took him deeper, inch by inch, her warm, wet mouth sliding down until more than half his cock was buried between her lips.
“Shit… wife,” Ahmad breathed, voice rough. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
Cheryl looked up at him the whole time, eyes watering slightly but full of lust. She pulled back until only the head remained between her lips, then sank down again, sucking harder, her tongue pressing firmly along the underside.
She sped up gradually, bobbing faster, sucking with noisy, sloppy strokes while her hand pumped the base in perfect rhythm. Her free hand gently cupped and massaged his balls, rolling them softly. Wet, filthy sounds filled the air as she devoured him, moaning around his cock.
“Mmm, fuck yes… just like that,” Ahmad groaned, fingers tightening gently in her hair. “You’re sucking me so good, baby. Keep going… take me deeper.”
Cheryl moaned loudly around him, the vibration making his cock twitch. She pulled off just long enough to gasp, lips shiny and swollen. “Is this how you want your wife to suck you every night, husband? Slow and wet… or faster like this?”
Then she dove back down, sucking harder and faster, head bobbing with hungry urgency, saliva dripping everywhere. Her eyes stayed locked on his, begging him to lose control.
Ahmad’s hips started thrusting up instinctively. “God damn… your mouth is incredible. Don’t stop, wife… suck it just like that. You’re gonna make me lose it.”
Passionate Husband-Wife Sex
Cheryl finally pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. She gave the tip one last soft, loving kiss, then looked up at him with pure lust.
She reached for her husband’s wallet on the lounge chair, pulled out the condom, and held it up teasingly between her fingers, letting it dangle in front of his face.
“Look what I found, husband…” she whispered, voice thick with lust. “Your wife is always prepared for you.”
She tore the wrapper open with her teeth, her eyes never leaving his. With slow, deliberate strokes she rolled the condom down his throbbing cock, smoothing it on inch by inch, making sure he felt every touch of her fingers.
Once it was perfectly in place, she rose up, straddling him again. She positioned the thick, covered head right at her dripping entrance and rubbed it slowly against her slick folds, teasing herself and him.
“Fuck me, husband,” she breathed, voice trembling with raw need. “Slide that big cock inside your wife…”
She slowed her hips just enough to look down into his eyes, her hands cupping his face tenderly even as her body continued to move on him.
“Baby… my husband,” she whispered, voice thick with lust. “I’ve missed you so much today. Every hour you were working, I was home alone, constantly touching myself… fingers buried deep in my dripping pussy, moaning your name, imagining your thick cock stretching me open.”
She leaned down and kissed him deeply, slow and loving, while her pussy kept squeezing around him in gentle, deliberate pulses.
Ahmad groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding up her back to hold her close. “Wife… fuck… I think about you every single shift. Coming home to you… to this body… to my beautiful wife waiting for me… it’s the only thing that gets me through the night.”
Cheryl’s eyes sparkled with wicked heat as she started riding him harder again, her heavy tits pressing against his chest.
“These tits… they’re yours. This pussy… it’s yours. Every night I wait for you in our bed, husband… legs spread wide, fingers deep inside my soaked cunt, touching myself constantly while I fantasize about you walking in and catching me like that. I’m such a horny wife… I can’t stop playing with my clit, getting myself dripping wet so I’m ready the second you step through the door.”
Cheryl smiled, eyes gleaming with pure lust. She planted her hands on his chest and began slamming down harder, taking every thick inch in long, powerful strokes. Her heavy tits bounced wildly in his face with every thrust.
“Fuck me like your real wife, husband,” she gasped, voice breaking with need. “Use this pussy… claim it… make me feel every inch of you.”
Ahmad groaned loudly, hands gripping her ass hard. “That’s it, baby… ride your husband’s cock just like that. Fuck, you feel so good — so tight and wet for me.”
She leaned forward, smothering his face between her soft, heavy tits while she ground down in filthy circles. “Suck them while you fuck me,” she begged breathlessly. “Suck your wife’s tits hard… bite them… own them.”
Ahmad latched onto one stiff nipple, sucking and biting with raw hunger as he thrust up into her. The wet, slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the night air.
Cheryl moaned loudly, her pace turning frantic. “Yes! Harder, husband! Pound your wife’s tight little cunt! I’ve been aching for this cock all day… fill me up!”
Suddenly Ahmad wrapped his strong arms around her, flipped her onto her back on the lounge chair in one smooth motion, and drove back inside her in deep missionary. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, and slammed into her with powerful, relentless strokes.
“Fuck… look at you,” he growled, pounding her deep and fast. “Taking your husband so deep. This pussy was made for me… made to be filled by me.”
Cheryl cried out in ecstasy, nails digging into his back. “Yes! Own me! Fuck your wife harder… breed me… give me every drop!”
Ahmad’s hips snapped forward even more aggressively, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every brutal thrust. He buried his face between her bouncing tits again, sucking and licking her nipples while he fucked her senseless.
“Gonna fill this married pussy,” he panted against her skin. “Gonna pump my wife full until you’re dripping with me… you want that, baby?”
“Yes! Yes! Cum inside your horny wife!” Cheryl screamed, her body shaking as another wave of pleasure built inside her.
Climax & Final Gift
Ahmad’s thrusts became erratic and desperate, his whole body tensing. “Fuck… wife… I’m cumming… I’m gonna cum so hard!!”
Cheryl slammed down hard. Her own orgasm hit like lightning.
Her pussy clenched violently around his cock, walls fluttering and milking him as waves of pleasure ripped through her body. She threw her head back and screamed, her heavy tits bouncing wildly, creamy juices flooding around the base of the condom as she came hard with him.
“Yes… yes… fill me… I’m cumming too… oh god… I’m cumming so hard on your cock!”
Ahmad let out a deep, guttural groan as his orgasm exploded. His cock throbbed violently inside her, thick, hot ropes of cum blasting powerfully into the condom. Spurt after heavy spurt flooded the rubber, making it swell and balloon rapidly inside Cheryl’s tight, spasming pussy.
She didn’t slow down. She kept riding him hard through both their climaxes, grinding and bouncing aggressively, her pussy clenching and milking every last drop while her own orgasm kept rolling through her in powerful aftershocks.
“Fuck… it’s too much… too sensitive… ahhh… stop… please stop…” Ahmad gasped, his body jerking wildly beneath her, voice cracking with overwhelmed pleasure.
But Cheryl only smiled wickedly and rode him even harder, her tits bouncing as she used him for her own twisted pleasure. “Mmm… not yet… I’m still so fucking horny… your cock is still so hard inside me… I love how it twitches and jumps every time I grind on it… feels so good…”
“Please… I can’t… it’s too sensitive… fuck… I’m begging you… stop…” he pleaded, his voice hoarse and desperate, hips twitching helplessly.
Cheryl finally slowed her movements with a long, teasing grind, savouring the last few twitches of his cock before she came to a complete stop. She leaned forward, pressing her tits against his chest, and whispered hotly against his ear. “Mmm… you came so much for me… and I came so hard for you.”
She lifted herself off him slowly, dismounting with a satisfied purr.
Still straddling his thighs, she reached down, hooked her fingers around the base of the massively swollen condom, and pulled it off his spent cock with a slow, seductive tug. The condom was heavy, stretched tight, and bulging with a thick, creamy load of his cum.
She held the dripping condom up in front of his face, eyes locked on his with a wicked, hungry smile. “See this, husband?” she whispered, voice low and dripping with lust. “Look how full it is… how much hot, thick cum you pumped into me…”
She brought the open end to her lips, tilted it slowly, and let the warm, sticky load pour onto her waiting tongue. Thick white ropes stretched and dripped in long, obscene strands before she closed her lips around them. She swirled the creamy cum around her mouth, letting some of it coat her lips and drip down her chin while she moaned deeply, eyes never leaving his.
“Mmm… so warm… so thick… this is exactly what a good wife does,” she purred, her voice husky with pleasure. “She swallows every drop of her husband’s cum… tastes it… plays with it on her tongue… showing her husband how much she loves eating it.”
She tilted her head back slightly, opened her mouth wide so he could see the thick pool of his load on her tongue, then swallowed slowly and deliberately, letting him watch the creamy bulge slide down her throat. A soft, satisfied moan escaped her as the last string of cum disappeared between her lips.
She licked the empty condom clean with long, sensual strokes of her tongue, making sure not a single drop was wasted. “Mmm… every single drop… just like a good wife should.”
She smiled lovingly at him, licking her glossy lips one final time. “Thank you for feeding your wife, husband.”
Ahmad lay there panting, completely spent, staring at her in awe and exhaustion
Hope You guys enjoyed the read!
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stanleyxinu
Thank you bro! There is an another pre holiday share this weekend, I suppose. Hahaha
LOL…. Wow good one……. i didn’t think that far
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cloudangel
fantastic! Can request for another shot with her legs pried slightly open by you. Haha.
Maybe wait for the next PH? LOL