The Video-Call (Part 1 of 2)
The air in the HDB flat hung heavy with weekend humidity. The ceiling fan turned in lazy circles above the sofa where Cheryl and her husband sat after a simple dinner of chicken rice takeaway. Her phone rested on her thigh, buzzing every few minutes with WhatsApp notifications. She glanced down, a small knowing smile tugging at her lips, then turned the screen toward him so he could read the thread.
It was Crikee — her ex-colleague from the previous company. Malaysian, early fifties, married with a kid back in KL. He rents a room in a three-room flat here in Singapore with another Malaysian guy. He had always had a thing for her. At first the glances and compliments were subtle. After she left the company, the messages grew bolder.
Tonight the chat had started innocently enough — “Hey, what are you doing this weekend?” — before drifting into familiar territory. Compliments about how she used to dress at the office. Questions about her new job. Then the shift: “Bet your husband doesn’t know how many guys still think about you.”
Cheryl read the latest messages aloud in a low voice, her cheeks faintly flushed. Crikee was pushing harder tonight. He asked what she was wearing. She gave vague, teasing replies. He told her she always looked so fuckable in those tight blouses. She bit her lip and glanced at her husband.
“He’s been going at it for hours,” she murmured.
Her husband’s voice was quiet but clear. “Why don’t you call him? Video call. Tell him you’re bored too. But change into that sheer black sleepwear I bought you — the one that’s almost see-through. Lie to him and say I went out with my friends and you’re home alone. I’ll watch from the bedroom.”
Cheryl’s eyes widened, a flicker of shock and unmistakable heat crossing her face. “You’re serious? It might get… out of hand.”
“That’s the point,” he said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I want to see you tease him.”
She hesitated only a second, then nodded, biting her lower lip. The thrill was already making her nipples press against her tank top. She stood, took the sheer nightie from the drawer, and headed to the bedroom to change.
The Call
The nightie was perfect — thin black mesh with delicate lace along the hem and thin spaghetti straps. It clung to her curves and barely reached mid-thigh. When the light hit it just right, it was almost completely transparent. No bra. No panties. Her dark nipples showed faintly through the fabric even before she lay down, and the smooth, shaved lips of her pussy pressed softly against the mesh.
She climbed onto the bed, propped herself against the pillows, and angled the phone on a small stand so both her face and body would stay in frame. She settled in, legs slightly parted, the hem riding up just enough to tease. Her husband slipped quietly into the shadows near the wardrobe, partially hidden but with a clear view. She took a slow breath, the humid air thick around her, and tapped the screen to connect the call.
The video call connected.
Crikee’s face filled the screen — he was sitting on the edge of his bed in a simple singlet and shorts. His eyes lit up the moment he saw her.
“Cheryl! Wah, You look… damn good. Is that what you sleep in? Your husband is one lucky man.”
She smiled, voice soft and a little breathy. “Thanks. Yah, I like to dress comfortable. He went out with his friends tonight. Won’t be back till late. I was bored too.”
“Lucky me then,” Crikee said, leaning closer. “My roommate also went out drinking. Just me here. Small room, nothing to do also.”
They chatted for a few minutes — surface-level catch-up about work, family back in Malaysia, how Singapore was treating him. But his eyes kept drifting downward, taking in the sheer fabric, the way it outlined her breasts, the faint shadow between her thighs. The conversation began to shift.
“You know,” Crikee said, voice dropping, “that nightie… it’s so sheer. I can almost see your nipples through it. You trying to seduce me, is it?”
Cheryl laughed softly and shifted on the bed, so the hem rode higher, the black mesh stretching across her thighs. “You wish lor… this is what I usually wear at home for bed”
His gaze was hungry now. “Can you show me more? Tilt the camera down a bit… let me see properly.”
She hesitated, letting the moment stretch. The ceiling fan hummed overhead, stirring the warm air. She adjusted her position slowly, deliberately, and one thin strap slipped off her shoulder. The fabric fell away just enough to expose the upper curve of one breast, the dark nipple barely covered. She made no move to fix it.
“Oops…” she murmured, but her fingers brushed lightly over the exposed skin, circling the stiffening nipple through the mesh before pinching gently. A soft sigh escaped her lips. She kept her eyes on the camera, watching Crikee’s reaction.
Crikee’s breath hitched. “Fuck… don’t cover it. It’s perfect. Can show me the other one too?”
She smiled at the camera, eyes half-lidded, and shrugged the second strap off with a slow roll of her shoulder. The nightie pooled at her waist. Now she was topless on the call, both breasts on display — round, firm, nipples dark and tight from the cool air and her own touch. She cupped them, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, letting out a quiet moan as she squeezed.
“Like this?” she asked, voice husky.
“Yes… exactly like that. You’re driving me crazy.” His hand disappeared below the frame. A moment later he adjusted the camera angle downward. His shorts were pushed down, his thick cock springing free — veined, dark, already hardening as he wrapped his hand around it and stroked slowly. “See what you do to me? I’m so hard already.”
Cheryl’s eyes widened slightly at the sight. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Mmm… nice cock… I love seeing it when it’s so hard.”
“I want you to touch yourself,” he said in a low voice. “Show me your pussy. Finger it and show me how much you want this cock inside you.”
Mutual Masturbation
She didn’t hesitate. The phone tilted lower as her thighs parted, the bunched nightie riding up until nothing was hidden. In the dim light her pussy looked flushed and slick, lips already parted. She dragged two fingers through the wetness, spreading herself open with a soft, wet sound that carried straight into Crikee’s room. When she pushed one finger inside, the slick noise was unmistakable.
“So wet already…” she breathed, pumping slowly, thumb circling her clit. The mesh of the nightie was still tangled around her waist, the thin fabric clinging to her heated skin. “Thinking about you watching me… it’s making me drip.”
Crikee stroked faster, his cock fully erect now, the head shiny with pre-cum. “Fuck yes. Add another finger. Imagine it’s me stretching you open. Tell me how it feels.”
Cheryl obeyed without a word, a visible shiver running down her body as she leaned back against the pillows and spread her thighs wide for the camera. The phone sat propped between her legs, framing her glistening pussy in perfect view. She dragged two fingers slowly through her slick folds first, coating them thoroughly before pressing them inside with a soft, breathy whimper.
The wet sound that followed was immediate and filthy — a thick, squelching rhythm as she began to fuck herself in steady strokes. Each thrust made her arousal coat her knuckles and drip down toward the sheets. Her stomach tightened visibly with every push, hips rolling up to meet her own hand.
“Mmm… listen to that,” she moaned, voice already husky and trembling. Her eyes stayed locked on the screen, watching him watch her. “Can you hear how wet I am? It’s so squishy… every time I push my fingers in.”
She curled her fingers on the next thrust, pressing against that sensitive spot inside, and a broken little gasp escaped her. Her breathing turned ragged fast — chest heaving, lips parted, a flush creeping down her neck and across her breasts. With her free hand she reached up, squeezing one full breast before pinching the stiff nipple between her fingers
They went back and forth like that for long minutes. Her teasing her clit while he pumped his shaft, exchanging filthy compliments. The only sounds in the room were her wet fingers, their breathing, and the steady whir of the ceiling fan.
“I just want to suck your breast while I fuck you deep,” he said. “Make you scream my name.”
“I’d milk your cock with my pussy,” she replied, voice trembling with pleasure. “Squeeze every drop out of you.”
Crikee’s voice grew strained with lust. “One day… when my roommate’s not around… I should bring you over. Would you come?”
Cheryl’s fingers slowed, drawing out the moment. She looked straight into the camera. “Mmm… tell me what you’d do.”
Fantasy Begins: A Night at Crikee’s
Crikee took over the roleplay, his voice low and commanding as he stroked his thick cock slowly on camera.
“If I brought you over one night when my roommate’s out,” he said, “I’d pull you inside the moment you step through the door. I’d push you hard against the wall, kiss you deep and rough, my hands all over that body — squeezing your tight ass, sliding under your dress to feel how wet and ready you already are for me. Then I’d drop straight to my knees, lift your dress up, and bury my face right between your legs… licking that sweet pussy like I’ve been starving for it for years.”
A low sound escaped her as her fingers worked faster, hips shifting against her hand. “Mmm… yes,” she breathed. “Tell me more…”
“I’d lick you nice and slow at first,” he continued, eyes locked on her through the screen, “tongue parting those soft folds, flicking over your swollen clit, sucking it gently between my lips while you grip my hair and moan my name. I’d keep going until you cum hard on my tongue, feel your thighs shaking and squeezing around my head… and only after you’ve soaked my face would I stand up, pull out my cock, and let you drop to her knees in return. You’d take me deep into that pretty mouth, sucking greedily, tongue swirling around the head, tasting every drop of my pre-cum while I hold your hair and fuck your mouth nice and slow.”
She bit her lip hard, breathing heavier now, one hand squeezing her own breast. “Mmm… I would take it all…”
“Then,” he growled, pumping his cock a little faster, “I’d carry you to my bed, lay you down, spread those legs wide open, and push my hard cock into you in one deep thrust. You’d be so wet and ready I’d slide in all the way… stretching that tight married pussy perfectly around me. I’d fuck you slow at first, letting you feel every thick inch, then harder — your legs over my shoulders, my balls slapping against you with every stroke while you moan my name and beg for more.”
Cheryl’s hips rolled instinctively against her fingers. “Yes… just like that… don’t stop…”
He kept going, voice thick and filthy. “I’d flip you over so you can ride me — those delicious breast of yours bouncing while you grind down and take my cock deep inside you. Then I’d put you on all fours and fuck you from behind, one hand grabbing your hair, the other hand slapping your ass until it becomes red, calling you my naughty slut while you push back and take it like you were made for my cock.”
Crikee’s dirty talk became more intense. “Fuck, Cheryl…I can imagine your pussy gripping my cock so tight with every thrust. I can already imagine how you’ll squeeze me, milking every inch like you’re trying to pull the cum right out of me. I want to feel you clench and pulse around my cock when you cum.”
Cheryl let out a soft, needy sound, her fingers moving quicker. “Yes… tell me more…”
“And when I’m deep inside you,” he continued, “I’m going to make you work for it. Squeeze that pussy around my cock every time I thrust. Milk me. I want to feel you trying to drain my balls. I want you to be so full of me by the time I’m done with you.”
Her hips rocked against her hand. “Oh god… Yes, I will… I’d milk you dry…”
Crikee groaned. “And when I finally cum, I’m going to cum so hard inside you. You’ll feel every single pulse as I fill that pussy of yours. I want to cum so much inside you until you feel it leaking out of you for hours after.”
Cheryl’s breathing was getting heavier, her free hand pinching her nipple. “Uh huh… I want that so bad…”
His voice dropped even lower. “After I empty myself inside you, I’m going to flip you over and eat your messy pussy. I want to taste how full of my cum you are while I lick your clit. Then I’m going to fuck you again, slower this time, deeper, until you’re shaking and completely drenched beneath me.”
Cheryl moaned loudly, her thighs trembling as she fingered herself faster. “Yes… fuck, yes…”
She was quiet for a moment, her fingers still moving slowly between her legs, eyes half-lidded but focused on the screen. Then she spoke, voice lower, a new edge of wickedness in it.
“What if we’re too loud?” she asked. “What happens if your landlord hears us fucking in your room?”
To be continued
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Too loud has its perks. 1 month free rental, maybe. Go for it! Haha. Welcome back TS!
haha…. but it doesn’t benefit ME! so i don’t give a sh*t! haha
It’s TGIF so i don’t want to keep people waiting, here’s an update
The Video-Call (Part 2 of 2)
The Landlord Fantasy
“What if we’re too loud?” she asked. “What happens if your landlord hears us fucking in your room?”
Crikee let out a short laugh, though his hand didn’t stop moving on his cock.
“He’d probably get angry than later sure scold me,” he said. “He’s really anal about that kind of thing. He already warned me before — no bringing strangers home. He doesn’t like random people in the house.”
Cheryl bit her lip, still rubbing herself. “Cannot just tell him that I’m your wife?” she said.
Crikee paused for a second, clearly caught off guard. “You think he’d actually believe that?” he asked.
Cheryl smiled, her voice turning teasing. “Maybe. And if he doesn’t… maybe after we finish fucking, I can go convince him to let me stay. And maybe next time he will let me come visit again in the future.”
Crikee’s breathing changed. “What would you do?” he asked, his voice lower now.
“Maybe after we are done fucking,” she said, “I will go to the bathroom to wash up, with only a towel wrapped around me. Than see if I can bump into your landlord?”
Crikee’s hand paused on his cock, then started moving again, faster. “Fuck, Cheryl… you serious?”
She nodded slowly, biting her lip as her fingers circled her clit. “And if I do bump into him on the way, I will explain to him the reason I came over was because I was feeling really lonely. That I missed my husband so much… that we haven’t fucked in a long time and I got so horny I couldn’t wait anymore. And then I’d start telling him how good you fucked me tonight. How you fucked me from behind so deep and hard and made me moan so much… Then I will ask him if he wants to see all the bite and scratch marks that you left all over my body.”
Crikee was breathing harder now, stroking steadily. “And if he says yes, he wants to see?”
“I’d slowly open the towel,” Cheryl continued, her voice growing huskier. “Let it fall open so he can see everything. The bite marks on my breast… the prints you left on my waist and ass… the way my pussy is still swollen from getting fucked so hard. I’d stand there and let him look. Let him see exactly what you just did to me.”
Crikee groaned. “Jesus… and if he wants to touch?”
Cheryl’s hips rolled gently against her hand. She looked straight into the camera. “Then I’d let him. I’d stand there and let his hands run over my tits, squeeze them… feel how warm and soft they are. I’d let him touch the marks you left. Maybe even guide his hand lower… between my legs… so he can feel how wet and messy I still am from you.”
Crikee’s strokes became faster and more urgent. “Fuck…”
“And if he wants to taste me,” she went on, two fingers sliding inside herself again, “I’d let him do that too. I’d lean back against the wall and spread my legs for him. I’d hold his head while he licks my pussy…. I’d let him taste how well you just fucked me.”
She was breathing heavier now, her fingers working faster. “I’ll probably get so wet and horny from his licking and will be moaning so much…. Later he might even ask me into his bedroom.”
Crikee was stroking himself hard now, eyes locked on her. “Would you follow him and let him fuck you there?”
Cheryl bit her lip, her free hand squeezing one of her breasts as she spoke. “I’d let him fuck me. I’d lie on his bed and spread my legs for him. Let him push his cock into me while I’m still sensitive from you. I’d moan for him… tell him how good it feels… how I needed another cock so badly. I can imagine that he’d fuck me slow at first, then harder once he realises how wet and willing I am. I’d let him fuck me until he cum inside me too.”
She let out a shaky sound, her fingers moving quicker between her thighs. “I’d probably cum again while he’s fucking me… knowing you’re in the next room while I’m fucking your landlord.”
Crikee groaned loudly, his hand moving fast and steady. “Jesus, Cheryl… you’re driving me fucking crazy.”
Cheryl smiled at him through the screen, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy with arousal. Her fingers were still moving slowly between her legs as she spoke.
“Maybe next time… he will allow me to go over to your place and wait for you,” she said softly.
Crikee’s breathing had become heavier. He was stroking himself faster now.
Cheryl bit her lower lip, her voice dropping lower. “And while I’m waiting for you… maybe I’ll offer myself to your landlord first. Let him fuck me. Let him get me all wet and horny for you.”
Crikee let out a low groan. “Fuck, Cheryl…”
She nodded, her fingers circling her clit a little faster. “I’ll let him use me… get me all wet and messy. Then when you come home, I’ll show you. I’ll lie on your bed, spread my legs, and show you how well he fucked your wife. How he used my pussy… how much of his cum is leaking out of me.”
She let out a soft moan at her own words, hips rolling against her hand.
“Then you can reclaim me,” she continued, voice breathy. “You can fuck me while I’m still warm and sloppy from him. While I tell you every detail about how he touched me… how he made me cum on his cock before you even got home.”
Crikee was breathing hard now, pumping his cock with clear urgency. “You’d really do that for me?”
Cheryl looked straight into the camera, eyes dark with lust. “I would. I’d be waiting there, freshly fucked by your landlord… just so you can come home and take back what’s yours.”
Climaxing over video
Crikee’s breathing turned ragged. “Fuck, Cheryl… I’m gonna cum… stroking so fast for you…”
Cheryl let out a low sound, her fingers still working between her legs. “Mmm… tell me what you’d do to me if I really went over…”
Crikee groaned, his hand pumping faster. “I’d fuck you so many times throughout the night. I’d cum inside you again and again… probably four or five times before I’m done with you.”
Cheryl let out a breathy moan at the thought, her hips rolling against her fingers. “Four or five times…? You’d really cum inside me that many times?”
“Yes,” Crikee growled, stroking himself harder. “I’d unload everything inside you. Fill your pussy over and over. And after every time, I’d eat you out… lick my own cum out of you while you’re still shaking.”
Cheryl bit her lip, her fingers moving quicker now. There was a teasing lilt in her voice when she spoke again. “You really want to cum inside me that much, huh?”
“Yessss,” Crikee admitted, his voice thick with lust. “I want to fill you up again and again.”
She smiled, even as her breathing grew heavier. “Okay… I’ll let you. You can cum inside me as many times as you want.” She paused for a second, then added in a lower, dirtier tone, “And after you’re done… I’ll sit on your face. Let you lick up all your cum mixed with my juices while I grind on your tongue.”
That was all it took.
Crikee let out a loud, broken groan. His body tensed as his cock pulsed hard in his fist, thick ropes of cum shooting across his stomach and hand. “Fuck— Cheryl…!”
She watched him cum through the screen, her own fingers moving faster between her spread thighs, clearly turned on by the sight and by what she had just said. Her breathing grew ragged, soft sounds escaping as she worked herself closer, the wet sounds of her fingers filling the room until she finally tipped over the edge with a shaky, broken cry. Her thighs trembled hard, her pussy visibly clenching and pulsing around her fingers as the orgasm ripped through her.
Panting, she managed to speak into the phone, voice hoarse. “Crikee… I have to go now. Something… came up. Talk soon, okay?”
She ended the call quickly, the screen going dark.
Hope you enjoyed the read… Till next time~