"A quick look won't hurt anyone, right?" I said, putting my fingers to the waistband to pull up my shorts a little—showing her the hard shaft straining, thick and veiny.

She stared at it—it wasn't even clearly visible through the shorts, but she realized how big it was, eyes widening a little, breath catching.

A woman whose husband doesn't even get hard while she's this smoking hot—of course a dick like this would be the holy grail for her, something she'd never experienced, never even imagined.

She put her hand on mine which was lifting the shorts—"No, Alex… not here," she said, looking around quick, voice low and nervous, cheeks burning redder, knowing if she saw my dick in full glory she wouldn't have any choice besides putting it in her pussy right here in public. She was opening up, but not this daring yet.

I understood her dilemma and let my dick stay hidden, smiling easy, not pushing, just letting the tension build slow between us, the bulge still straining obvious in my shorts.

Then a jet ski went by us on the sea—fast and loud, engine roaring as it cut through the waves, spraying white foam high in the air, the rider leaning sharp into turns.

"Wow… a jet ski," she said, looking at it in joy, eyes lighting up bright for the first time since we sat down, voice full of genuine excitement. "I always wanted to ride one of those."

"Yeah… it's cool," I said, sitting up slow, watching how fast it flew across the water, cutting sharp lines in the blue, wind whipping the rider's hair.

I thought, why not take Lan for a ride to some nearby small island—where there wouldn't be people, since many beaches have small islands scattered nearby, and I could open her up more if we were alone, no eyes, no husband, just us.

"Lan… why don't we rent one and take it out for a ride?" I said determined, excited to do this activity now. I wanted to ride a jet ski too.

"But isn't it kinda dangerous?" she asked, voice a little worried, glancing at the speeding machine then back to me. "We could drown…"

"Don't worry, Lan," I said reassuring, putting a hand on her thigh. "I'll drive it, and you just grab me tightly. I won't let anything happen to you. It will be fun."

She thought about it—eyes flicking to the sea, then to me, biting her lip—then said, "Let's get one, Alex." She was excited now, smile small but real.

We both stood up—I slipped my shirt back on quick, leaving it open casual, and we started walking toward where I could see jet skis available from afar—rental spot down the beach, colorful machines lined up, engines humming.

She put my hand in hers while we walked—fingers interlacing tight, holding on like she trusted me fully now, no hesitation. We both looked like some kind of couple—walking close, hands linked.

Other young guys just didn't like it—glaring jealous as we passed, seeing her holding my hand, body bare and confident, thick curves on display in the tiny black bikini.

As we walked by, her tiny thin string bikini was hiding nothing—black fabric so minimal it was like a suggestion rather than actual coverage. Her nipples were still visible, dark and hard, poking around the small triangles of the top that she hadn't bothered to tuck back in, bouncing freely with every step she took.

Her ass jiggled wildly with nothing but a thin string between the cheeks—the massive, juicy globes rippling and swaying hypnotically as she moved, flesh shifting soft and heavy, the string wedged so deep it disappeared completely, leaving the full curves exposed to the sun and every eye around.

I sometimes glanced back at her ass while walking beside her—watching the way her thick thighs rubbed together with each stride, the jiggle traveling up to her ass, cheeks clenching and releasing in perfect rhythm, hips swaying natural and seductive, body glowing with a light sheen of sweat under the hot sun.

And my dick was still hard in my shorts—we both walked on the beach showing off our parts, everyone looked at us like we were some kind of nudists. Her nipples hard and visible through the tiny bikini top, my shorts tented obvious, bulge bouncing heavy, drawing stares from guys and girls alike—some jealous, some curious, a few whispering.

We were passing by a toilet and I had to pee badly.

"Hey, Lan… let me just use the washroom," I said, nodding toward the small building. "I'll be quick."

"Yeah… be quick, Alex," she said, eyes flicking down to my bulge again, biting her lip subtle like she didn't want to stay away from me long, body still buzzing from the earlier touches.

I got to the washroom quickly—it was empty, fluorescent lights humming overhead, many urinals lined up clean and shiny. I went to one in the middle, pulled my shorts down, and my dick released so hard and thick, springing out heavy, veins pulsing, head slick with precum from all the teasing.

It was very tough to piss right now but I managed slow, relieving myself steady.

"Yeah… harder, baby…" a voice came—not loud, just enough so I couldn't hear it fully at first, muffled and breathy, mixed with low moans.

My dick was still in my hand—I looked around quick. Where the fuck was this coming from?

It felt like someone panting—heavy breathing, soft grunts—while the bathroom was empty. I was the only one at the urinals, all stall doors were wide open, no one inside. But then I realized there was a janitor room at the back of the washroom, door slightly ajar, light spilling thin from inside.

I finished pissing—shook off slow, pulled my shorts up careful, dick still half-hard, tucked it away. Heart pounding a little from curiosity and the weirdness of the sounds.

I thought I should check it out—couldn't just ignore it, the moaning, the heavy breathing, the rhythmic slap coming from the back.

I was careful not to make sound—stepped slow across the tile floor, avoiding the echo.

Then I opened the door slowly—peeking inside.

Holy fuck.

I wish I'd never seen this.

Lan's husband Minh was on all fours—naked, ass up high, face down on the floor, moaning low. And El was behind him—cock shoved fully inside his ass, thrusting slow and deep, hands on his hips, face flushed with pleasure as her boobs bounced.

When the door opened fully—they looked at me and froze. Nobody moved. I froze—eyes wide. They both looked at me with wide eyes—Minh's face red from shame and pleasure, El's from surprise, mid-thrust.

We stayed like that for a few seconds—which felt like bloody hours to me—as I didn't want to look at this view any longer, frozen in place, brain short-circuiting from the shock.

Then I mustered courage—just pulled the door closed again, not saying anything, quiet click, and walked out fast to get out of there.

I breathed properly outside the bathroom—stepping out quick.

"Alex… what happened? You look like you saw a ghost," Lan asked caring, stepping closer, concern in her voice as the horror was clear on my face, eyes wide, skin pale.

"Nothing, Lan… let's just get out of here," I said, pulling her away gentle but firm, hand on her waist, wanting to get the jet ski and get the fuck out of there fast.

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