31-03-2026, 01:34 PM
Neha turned to me—her eyes wide, eyebrows furrowed, her face full of confusion.
"Sam... who is that?
What’s going on?"
There was clear curiosity in her voice.
I made a face—shrugged my shoulders, pursed my lips slightly, as if saying, “I don’t know… let’s see what happens.”
Honestly, I didn’t know what to say either.
What was I supposed to tell her—“That’s David… the same guy from last night… who was roughly fucking Sandy”?
So I just kept the “let’s see” expression on my face.
We both went back to peeking through the slightly parted curtain—just enough to see outside, but not enough to be seen.
The atmosphere on the balcony had now turned completely playful.
Sandy was standing with her back against the railing.
David stood right in front of her.
He was striking a pose—hands on his hips, chest puffed out, running his fingers over his goggles like he was some kind of model.
Sandy looked at him.
She made a circle with her hand and then, without making a sound, mouthed very clearly and mischievously:
“Very handsome.”
Then she burst out laughing again—loud, holding her stomach.
Her laughter was so strong it echoed across the balcony.
Her shirt flew up even higher—her breasts now more than half exposed.
She doubled over laughing, as if she just couldn’t stop.
At that moment, David moved very close to her.
He was short and had a big, round belly.
Sandy was leaning back against the railing, so her height perfectly matched his belly level.
His stomach lightly but clearly pressed against hers.
David playfully slapped her cheek twice, lightly.
“Naughty girl… naughty girl.”
If I had seen this in any public place—a short, chubby man in his underwear, with a woman wearing goggles—I would have laughed my ass off.
It was pure comedy. Pure silliness.
But here… neither of us was laughing.
My face was serious.
So was Neha’s—her eyes were wide, but the smile had completely disappeared.
She was beginning to understand—this was not normal.
This was something special.
I didn’t say anything.
My cock had forgotten all about rubbing.
But my fingers were still on Neha’s panties—moving slowly, drawing small circles.
Her pussy was wet—I could clearly feel it through the fabric.
Then David pressed against Sandy even harder.
She was already leaning back against the railing—there was nowhere for her to go.
David’s large, hairy belly fully pressed into Sandy’s stomach.
His bare thighs were flush against her bare thighs.
They were face to face.
But because of his belly, their crotches weren’t fully meeting.
His cock (still inside his underwear) was pressing between her thighs, but not completely aligned.
He was just grinding against her—playfully, but with force.
A soft moan escaped Sandy—playful, but with a hint of real pleasure.
“Aaah… I’m going to fall!”
David tried to push his crotch harder between her thighs, but the angle wasn’t quite right.
There were still clothes between them—his small underwear and Sandy’s pink panties.
Sandy’s back pressed harder against the railing.
Then David paused.
He pulled back slightly—just enough that their breaths were still brushing against each other’s faces.
Hot, heavy, fast breaths.
His eyes were locked on hers.
He slowly reached for the cigarette in Sandy’s hand.
He took it from her fingers.
Took a deep drag—filling his lungs.
Then he leaned toward Sandy’s face.
And blew the entire cloud of smoke slowly, deliberately onto her face.
The smoke passed over her lips, into her eyes, and tangled in her hair.
Sandy closed her eyes.
Then she smiled—a small, naughty smile.
She inhaled the smoke.
Sandy looked at David.
Her smile grew deeper—mischievous and hungry.
She gently bit her lower lip—slowly, intentionally.
Then she winked at him—one small but very intense wink.
David brought the cigarette to her lips.
Without hesitation, Sandy parted her lips.
David placed the cigarette between them.
Sandy took a deep drag—without blinking.
Her eyes stayed locked on his—steady, unblinking.
Her chest rose as she filled her lungs.
Her shirt rode up even higher—her breasts now almost fully exposed.
When the drag was over, Sandy slowly moved her lips toward David’s.
David leaned in.
Their lips touched—very lightly, but extremely close.
Sandy gently released the smoke into his mouth.
David inhaled it straight from her lips.
The smoke swirled around both their faces.
Their faces disappeared behind the haze, but their eyes remained locked on each other.
Suddenly, Neha’s thighs trembled.
A small but clear shudder.
Her breathing stopped for a moment.
Then came one long, deep breath.
Her pussy became even wetter against my fingers.
A hot wave soaked through her panties.
She quivered—very lightly, but I felt it.
A mini orgasm.
Just… a small one.
I whispered in her ear—softly, but with concern.
“Are you okay, baby?”
Neha didn’t look at me.
Her eyes stayed fixed on Sandy and David.
She just let out a long, deep “Hmmmm…”
My hand now slipped under her T-shirt.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her skin was hot, soft, and slightly sticky with sweat.
I gently cupped one of her breasts—round, heavy, but firm.
My thumb brushed over her nipple—it was already hard.
Neha’s breath hitched.
She pressed her back harder against my chest.
Her ass ground deeper onto my cock—slowly, but continuously.
Our eyes never left the balcony.
Sandy and David…
A 25-year-old influencer—with a perfect body, the kind of hot girl you see in TV commercials.
And a short, chubby, hairy man—his belly hanging out, wearing tiny underwear.
Yet they were playing with each other like cute teenage lovers.
I slid my fingers under the waistband of Neha’s panties.
Slowly.
My fingers slipped inside—the skin was hot and slick.
One light touch… and I knew.
She was completely soaked.
Not just wet—she was dripping.
My fingers were coated in her warm, slippery juices.
Neha… my Neha… was this turned on just from watching.
I found her clit.
I started rubbing it gently with my thumb—slow, steady circles.
Neha’s breathing stopped again.
Her thighs trembled.
Her ass pressed back harder onto my cock—deliberately, deeper.
I tried to slide my finger lower—toward her entrance.
But in this standing position, it was difficult.
We were both standing—I behind her, she facing the balcony.
Then… another man stepped onto the balcony.
Vishal.
Wearing a T-shirt, with a towel wrapped around his waist.
His hair was wet—like he had just come out of the shower.
His T-shirt was stretched tight—broad chest, heavy shoulders.
He walked up to Sandy’s right side—very close.
His shoulder brushed against hers.
David was still in front of her—belly pressed in, breaths mingling.
Now there were three of them—Sandy in the middle, David in front, Vishal on the right.
Sandy was still leaning back against the railing—no space to move backward.
They were so close that their breaths were falling on each other’s faces.
Her shirt was fluttering in the wind—breasts more than half exposed.
Her panties were fully visible.
It felt like they were getting ready to do something again.
To Sandy.
For Alok.
Alok had said while leaving—“I was going to sleep… but because of your wife, Sandy won’t get any rest tonight.”
Now it looked like he was right.
The three of them were still playing.
Vishal placed a hand on Sandy’s shoulder—light, but firm.
David once again brought the cigarette to Sandy’s lips.
Sandy took a deep drag—without blinking.
Then she turned toward Vishal.
She tilted her head slightly.
And slowly released the smoke into his mouth.
Vishal inhaled it straight from her lips.
The smoke swirled around both their faces.
Vishal laughed—a deep, heavy laugh.
Neha’s breathing had become very fast now.
Her pussy grew even wetter on my fingers.
Even after the mini orgasm, she kept watching without pause.
On the balcony, the scene between Sandy and Vishal grew more intense.
Vishal caught Sandy’s lips between his teeth.
Even though she had already blown the smoke into his mouth, he didn’t let go.
He gently bit her lower lip—not too hard, but enough to make Sandy moan.
Sandy tried to pull back—her hands went to Vishal’s shoulders and gave a light push.
But Vishal didn’t release her.
His eyes stayed locked on hers—hungry, playful.
The smoke was still swirling around their faces.
Meanwhile, David took Sandy’s hand.
He slowly guided it downward—toward his crotch.
Over his underwear.
He placed her fingers on his cock—hard, thick, throbbing beneath the fabric.
David pressed her hand down—slowly but firmly.
Sandy tapped Vishal’s shoulder—“Let go.”
Vishal released her.
Sandy pulled back and took a deep breath.
Then she looked at David.
Then she glanced around—as if checking if anyone was watching.
She whispered—very softly, but we still heard it:
“It’s risky…”
David looked around.
Then he laughed—a deep, heavy laugh.
“Nobody’s here… we’ve done it here many times.”
He didn’t let go of her hand.
Her hand was still on his cock—rubbing it slowly over the underwear.
Sandy laughed again—light and mischievous.
But she didn’t pull her hand away.
"Sam... who is that?
What’s going on?"
There was clear curiosity in her voice.
I made a face—shrugged my shoulders, pursed my lips slightly, as if saying, “I don’t know… let’s see what happens.”
Honestly, I didn’t know what to say either.
What was I supposed to tell her—“That’s David… the same guy from last night… who was roughly fucking Sandy”?
So I just kept the “let’s see” expression on my face.
We both went back to peeking through the slightly parted curtain—just enough to see outside, but not enough to be seen.
The atmosphere on the balcony had now turned completely playful.
Sandy was standing with her back against the railing.
David stood right in front of her.
He was striking a pose—hands on his hips, chest puffed out, running his fingers over his goggles like he was some kind of model.
Sandy looked at him.
She made a circle with her hand and then, without making a sound, mouthed very clearly and mischievously:
“Very handsome.”
Then she burst out laughing again—loud, holding her stomach.
Her laughter was so strong it echoed across the balcony.
Her shirt flew up even higher—her breasts now more than half exposed.
She doubled over laughing, as if she just couldn’t stop.
At that moment, David moved very close to her.
He was short and had a big, round belly.
Sandy was leaning back against the railing, so her height perfectly matched his belly level.
His stomach lightly but clearly pressed against hers.
David playfully slapped her cheek twice, lightly.
“Naughty girl… naughty girl.”
If I had seen this in any public place—a short, chubby man in his underwear, with a woman wearing goggles—I would have laughed my ass off.
It was pure comedy. Pure silliness.
But here… neither of us was laughing.
My face was serious.
So was Neha’s—her eyes were wide, but the smile had completely disappeared.
She was beginning to understand—this was not normal.
This was something special.
I didn’t say anything.
My cock had forgotten all about rubbing.
But my fingers were still on Neha’s panties—moving slowly, drawing small circles.
Her pussy was wet—I could clearly feel it through the fabric.
Then David pressed against Sandy even harder.
She was already leaning back against the railing—there was nowhere for her to go.
David’s large, hairy belly fully pressed into Sandy’s stomach.
His bare thighs were flush against her bare thighs.
They were face to face.
But because of his belly, their crotches weren’t fully meeting.
His cock (still inside his underwear) was pressing between her thighs, but not completely aligned.
He was just grinding against her—playfully, but with force.
A soft moan escaped Sandy—playful, but with a hint of real pleasure.
“Aaah… I’m going to fall!”
David tried to push his crotch harder between her thighs, but the angle wasn’t quite right.
There were still clothes between them—his small underwear and Sandy’s pink panties.
Sandy’s back pressed harder against the railing.
Then David paused.
He pulled back slightly—just enough that their breaths were still brushing against each other’s faces.
Hot, heavy, fast breaths.
His eyes were locked on hers.
He slowly reached for the cigarette in Sandy’s hand.
He took it from her fingers.
Took a deep drag—filling his lungs.
Then he leaned toward Sandy’s face.
And blew the entire cloud of smoke slowly, deliberately onto her face.
The smoke passed over her lips, into her eyes, and tangled in her hair.
Sandy closed her eyes.
Then she smiled—a small, naughty smile.
She inhaled the smoke.
Sandy looked at David.
Her smile grew deeper—mischievous and hungry.
She gently bit her lower lip—slowly, intentionally.
Then she winked at him—one small but very intense wink.
David brought the cigarette to her lips.
Without hesitation, Sandy parted her lips.
David placed the cigarette between them.
Sandy took a deep drag—without blinking.
Her eyes stayed locked on his—steady, unblinking.
Her chest rose as she filled her lungs.
Her shirt rode up even higher—her breasts now almost fully exposed.
When the drag was over, Sandy slowly moved her lips toward David’s.
David leaned in.
Their lips touched—very lightly, but extremely close.
Sandy gently released the smoke into his mouth.
David inhaled it straight from her lips.
The smoke swirled around both their faces.
Their faces disappeared behind the haze, but their eyes remained locked on each other.
Suddenly, Neha’s thighs trembled.
A small but clear shudder.
Her breathing stopped for a moment.
Then came one long, deep breath.
Her pussy became even wetter against my fingers.
A hot wave soaked through her panties.
She quivered—very lightly, but I felt it.
A mini orgasm.
Just… a small one.
I whispered in her ear—softly, but with concern.
“Are you okay, baby?”
Neha didn’t look at me.
Her eyes stayed fixed on Sandy and David.
She just let out a long, deep “Hmmmm…”
My hand now slipped under her T-shirt.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her skin was hot, soft, and slightly sticky with sweat.
I gently cupped one of her breasts—round, heavy, but firm.
My thumb brushed over her nipple—it was already hard.
Neha’s breath hitched.
She pressed her back harder against my chest.
Her ass ground deeper onto my cock—slowly, but continuously.
Our eyes never left the balcony.
Sandy and David…
A 25-year-old influencer—with a perfect body, the kind of hot girl you see in TV commercials.
And a short, chubby, hairy man—his belly hanging out, wearing tiny underwear.
Yet they were playing with each other like cute teenage lovers.
I slid my fingers under the waistband of Neha’s panties.
Slowly.
My fingers slipped inside—the skin was hot and slick.
One light touch… and I knew.
She was completely soaked.
Not just wet—she was dripping.
My fingers were coated in her warm, slippery juices.
Neha… my Neha… was this turned on just from watching.
I found her clit.
I started rubbing it gently with my thumb—slow, steady circles.
Neha’s breathing stopped again.
Her thighs trembled.
Her ass pressed back harder onto my cock—deliberately, deeper.
I tried to slide my finger lower—toward her entrance.
But in this standing position, it was difficult.
We were both standing—I behind her, she facing the balcony.
Then… another man stepped onto the balcony.
Vishal.
Wearing a T-shirt, with a towel wrapped around his waist.
His hair was wet—like he had just come out of the shower.
His T-shirt was stretched tight—broad chest, heavy shoulders.
He walked up to Sandy’s right side—very close.
His shoulder brushed against hers.
David was still in front of her—belly pressed in, breaths mingling.
Now there were three of them—Sandy in the middle, David in front, Vishal on the right.
Sandy was still leaning back against the railing—no space to move backward.
They were so close that their breaths were falling on each other’s faces.
Her shirt was fluttering in the wind—breasts more than half exposed.
Her panties were fully visible.
It felt like they were getting ready to do something again.
To Sandy.
For Alok.
Alok had said while leaving—“I was going to sleep… but because of your wife, Sandy won’t get any rest tonight.”
Now it looked like he was right.
The three of them were still playing.
Vishal placed a hand on Sandy’s shoulder—light, but firm.
David once again brought the cigarette to Sandy’s lips.
Sandy took a deep drag—without blinking.
Then she turned toward Vishal.
She tilted her head slightly.
And slowly released the smoke into his mouth.
Vishal inhaled it straight from her lips.
The smoke swirled around both their faces.
Vishal laughed—a deep, heavy laugh.
Neha’s breathing had become very fast now.
Her pussy grew even wetter on my fingers.
Even after the mini orgasm, she kept watching without pause.
On the balcony, the scene between Sandy and Vishal grew more intense.
Vishal caught Sandy’s lips between his teeth.
Even though she had already blown the smoke into his mouth, he didn’t let go.
He gently bit her lower lip—not too hard, but enough to make Sandy moan.
Sandy tried to pull back—her hands went to Vishal’s shoulders and gave a light push.
But Vishal didn’t release her.
His eyes stayed locked on hers—hungry, playful.
The smoke was still swirling around their faces.
Meanwhile, David took Sandy’s hand.
He slowly guided it downward—toward his crotch.
Over his underwear.
He placed her fingers on his cock—hard, thick, throbbing beneath the fabric.
David pressed her hand down—slowly but firmly.
Sandy tapped Vishal’s shoulder—“Let go.”
Vishal released her.
Sandy pulled back and took a deep breath.
Then she looked at David.
Then she glanced around—as if checking if anyone was watching.
She whispered—very softly, but we still heard it:
“It’s risky…”
David looked around.
Then he laughed—a deep, heavy laugh.
“Nobody’s here… we’ve done it here many times.”
He didn’t let go of her hand.
Her hand was still on his cock—rubbing it slowly over the underwear.
Sandy laughed again—light and mischievous.
But she didn’t pull her hand away.
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