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Korean Cindy Couples Weekend

I sat there by the pool, the mid-afternoon sun beating down on the Shenandoah Valley Airbnb's backyard oasis, feeling that lazy warmth seep into my bones. Lisa and I were chatting idly—her about some Korean family recipe she and Cindy had swapped earlier, me half-listening while stealing glances at my wife. Cindy looked damn good at 59, her petite 4'11" frame lounging in that simple black tankini. The wet fabric clung to her smooth, pale Korean skin, outlining her small but firm 32B breasts, those dark nipples of hers poking through just enough to remind me of her hidden fire. Her thick, rounded thighs shifted as she floated in the pool earlier, and that pronounced ass of hers—shapely and full in a way that screamed classic Korean curves—jiggled subtly when she climbed out. She was the picture of demure ajumma innocence, black hair damp and loose, soft-spoken with that lingering accent, but I knew better. Underneath, she was still the size-queen from her juicy-girl days, eager to please and submit when the right spark hit.

Mike had pulled me aside that morning over coffee, his ex-military build still solid at mid-40s—broad shoulders, confident stance from his Army days. He leaned in, smirking. "Lisa's been talking, man. She picks up on things with Cindy—hints in conversations, the way she blushes or deflects. Thinks your wife has a wild past, maybe even that you two are still into the voyeur-hotwife thing." He paused, eyeing me. "Korea stories from back in the day? I was stationed there briefly—heard all about the juicy girls and what went down with the GIs. If that's your scene, no judgment." I hadn't denied it. Just chuckled and changed the subject, but the seed was planted. Mike's eyes had lit up when he looked at Cindy, like he saw her as another Korean conquest, a mature purebred at 59 that he'd been desiring since we met them at that Fairfax mixer. Lisa's Korean-American vibe had opened the door, making Cindy feel safe and chatty, but Mike? He was hungry for it.

Now, Mike was off on his solo trail walk, and Cindy excused herself to grab her phone charger from upstairs. "Be right back," she said softly, her accent thickening just a touch as she wrapped a towel around her narrow waist, water dripping from her curvy lower half. She padded inside through the sliding glass doors, her small delicate feet leaving wet prints on the deck. Lisa and I kept talking—weather, hikes—but my eyes flicked to the house.

Then Mike returned early, striding back from the trail, sweat glistening on his white skin, shorts hugging his athletic legs. He didn't spot us right away, heading straight inside those same sliding doors. My gut twisted. Cindy was in there alone. Neither came out after a minute. Two. I knew. That hotwife intuition kicked in—the mix of jealousy and arousal that always hit when her past resurfaced. "Grabbing a drink," I muttered to Lisa, standing casually but heart pounding. I slipped inside quietly, the cool AC hitting me like a shock after the pool heat. The living area was open—kitchen to one side, hallway to the downstairs guest bath on the other. Muffled voices drew me: low, urgent.

I edged around the corner, staying in the kitchen shadows, peering into the half-open guest bathroom door. There they were. Mike had Cindy pinned against the sink counter, her towel discarded on the tile, tankini still damp and askew. He was aggressive, just like I'd sensed he could be—hands roaming her petite body like he owned it, appreciating every inch of this 59-year-old Korean gem. "Fuck, Cindy," he growled, his voice thick with excitement, "been wanting this since I first saw you. Pure Korean like you? At your age? Still so tight and eager—another conquest for the list. Heard the stories from Korea... knew you'd be fire."

Cindy's shy naivety had melted fast—her dark eyes wide but submissive, small hands already fumbling at his shorts. She didn't protest; hell, she leaned into it, her accent thickening with arousal. "Oh... Mike... I... yes..." He yanked her tankini top down roughly, exposing those small firm breasts, dark nipples already rock-hard and sensitive, begging for attention. He pinched one, rolling it between his fingers, making her gasp—a soft, needy sound that went straight to my cock. I was hard already, stroking myself through my swim trunks in the shadows, wishing I could trade places but loving the view.

Mike shoved his shorts down, his thick white cock springing free—veiny, rigid, maybe 8 inches and girthy enough to stretch her like she craved. Cindy's eyes lit up, that size-queen hunger from her BBC-obsessed past flaring even for him. She dropped to her knees eagerly on the cool tile, no hesitation, her black hair falling loose around her face. Her small delicate hands wrapped around the base—barely encircling his girth—as she leaned in, tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at the tip. "Mmm... so big..." she murmured, accent heavy now, before taking him into her mouth. She sucked hungrily, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, lips stretching wide around his thickness. Spit trailed down her chin, mixing with pool water, as she deepthroated him further than I expected—gagging softly but pushing on, one hand stroking his balls, the other slipping between her thick thighs to rub her pussy through the tankini bottom. Mike groaned, hand fisting her hair, guiding her roughly. "That's it, you little Korean slut—suck it like those juicy-girl days. Knew you still had it in you."

I stroked faster, pre-cum leaking, imagining it was me in her mouth—wishing I could feel those soft lips, that eager tongue. But watching her submit like this? Pure erotic torture. Mike pulled her up aggressively, spinning her around to face the mirror over the sink. He yanked her tankini bottoms aside, exposing her smooth, pale ass—pronounced and shapely, cheeks jiggling as he slapped it hard, leaving a red mark. "Look at this ass... thick and round, perfect for conquering." Cindy arched back instinctively, moaning, "Yes... please... use me..." He gripped her narrow waist, his hands looking huge on her petite frame, and thrust in deep—one hard push that made her cry out, small breasts bouncing, dark nipples scraping the counter edge.

He pounded her relentlessly, hips slamming against her ass with wet smacks, her thick thighs quivering with each impact. "Fuck, you're tight for 59—gripping me like a vice. Been dreaming of this Korean pussy." Cindy's face in the mirror was blissed-out—eyes half-lidded, mouth open in soft Korean-accented whimpers: "Deeper... oh god, so full... fill me..." She pushed back to meet him, one small hand bracing on the sink, the other reaching back to spread her ass cheeks wider, inviting him deeper. I could see his cock disappearing into her, stretching her pink folds, juices coating his shaft as she creamed around him. She came first—body shuddering, a gush of wetness dripping down her thighs, crying out muffled against her arm. "Yes... coming... so good..."

Mike didn't let up, flipping her to sit on the counter, legs spread wide—her thick thighs wrapped around his waist as he re-entered, gripping her ass to pull her onto him. Her small breasts jiggled with each thrust, dark nipples begging; he sucked one hard, biting lightly, making her arch and come again—harder this time, nails digging into his back. "Breed me... please... give it..." she whispered, that breeding fantasy from her past slipping out, her submissive side fully unleashed. Mike growled, excited to take advantage, pounding faster. "Gonna fill this Korean cunt—mark you as mine." He exploded inside her, ropes of cum pumping deep as she milked him, shivering in satisfaction, murmuring a shy "thank you" with that coy smile.

I slipped back out to the pool before they finished, cock throbbing, wishing I was Mike—buried in her tight heat—or that I could join and watch up close. Cindy emerged minutes later, glowing, suit straightened but cheeks flushed. Mike followed, casual as ever. That night, she curled up and told me every detail—excited, no regret—just how much she loved being used like that. And damn, writing this now? I know you'll be stroking, imagining her petite body under you, those dark nipples in your mouth, her accent begging for more. Wish you were there too.

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