Her back bare now—smooth Vietnamese skin shining in the sun, curve of her spine dipping perfect down to that wide, fertile ass, shoulders soft and narrow compared to the flare below.

Yeah—I could lick her good, tongue tracing every inch from neck to crack, tasting the salt and heat.

She folded the dress quick—hands shaky—and turned back shy, arms crossing loose over her chest like she could hide, but nothing hiding the full view: black bikini hugging her thick figure perfect, the top a small triangle style barely containing her massive boobs, heavy and round spilling over the edges with faint nipple outlines poking hard through the thin fabric, hiding the dark peaks just enough to tease, belly soft and flat leading to wide hips, thong wedged deep front and back, pussy lips subtle outline swollen and inviting.

Men nearby glanced—some longer, pretending to look at the sea but eyes drifting back hungry, wives pulling husbands away sharp or glaring jealous.

She stood there—blushing deep, body on fire under the sun, knowing every eye was on her.

"That's my wife… you look good, honey," Minh called out casual, finally glancing over for a second, eyes flicking quick across her curves before snapping right back to El like Lan was an afterthought.

"Yeah girl… you look hot," El added with a flirty smile, leaning heavier on Minh's arm, boobs pressing obvious, clearly enjoying the attention.

Lan was just blushing deep—cheeks burning red, looking at me quick with wide eyes then down fast to the sand, not able to hold my gaze too long, knowing I kept staring hungry, devouring every curve now bare under the sun, body on full display.

Sun was hot strong—beating down quick on her exposed skin, making it glisten faint with the first sheen of sweat, highlighting every soft roll and thick line.

She put hands over her eyes—shielding from the glare, looking up and gesturing how bright it was, squinting cute.

"Honey… could you please apply sunscreen on me?" she called soft to her husband, voice small and hopeful, pulling the bottle from her bag. "I don't want to get sunburn…"

But Minh and El were already settled on beach chairs—facing away from the sea under a big striped umbrella, heads close together, chatting animated, completely lost in each other.

"Honey… I'm busy talking with El," he said loud without even turning proper, waving a hand dismissive. "She was just telling me her life story…"

This motherfucker—more interested in some stranger's story than his thick wife standing there vulnerable, needing his hands on her skin.

"Alex… please help my wife with sunscreen, thanks," he called quick over his shoulder, already back to El, not caring at all.

Wait… does this guy have a cuck fetish or is he just gay? I thought, couldn't understand Minh at all. He just casually asked me—gave me a free pass to touch the sinful curves of his thick wife like it was nothing.

Lan just looked at me—eyes wide and shy, cheeks redder than the sun could make them, thinking about my hands sliding lotion over her body made her tremble subtle, nipples hardening visible under the bikini top, even though I knew deep down she wanted it bad, body begging silent for touch.

"Don't worry, Lan… I'll help you," I said low, smiling easy—coz why not, this was the perfect chance, handed to me free.

"Thanks Alex… I really don't want to get sunburn," she said soft, voice breathy, getting ready slow—kneeling down careful on the mat facing the sea, thick body shifting heavy, ass jiggling subtle as she lowered, cheeks spreading on the fabric.

She laid face down first—inviting me straight to her ass, cheeks spread slight on the mat from her weight, thong string buried deep between massive and juicy flesh, pale skin glowing under the sun, begging for hands.

I knelt down close—bottle in hand, eyes locked on the view, dick throbbing hard in my shorts from the sight of her laid out.

She glanced back quick—biting her lip shy, waiting, body tense but ready, skin already warming under the sun.

"I feel bad asking you for help, Alex…" she said soft, smiling over her shoulder. "You're young… you should be enjoying the beach, not applying sunscreen to a mature lady."

"No, no, Lan… it's really okay," I said calm—of course it was. The beach could wait. When would I get a chance like this to get my hands on this thick body, with her husband's approval no less?

I squeezed thick sunscreen into my palms—rubbed them warm, then put it on her back first, spreading slow and firm, fingers gliding over her smooth Vietnamese skin.

Her body trembled with the touch—subtle shiver running down her spine, maybe from the cool lotion, maybe from the thought of a young guy—other than her husband—touching her so openly on a public beach, where people could see, even her husband sitting yards away.

"Yes… spread it nicely, Alex…" she murmured, voice breathy, relaxing into it now, head turning forward, eyes closing slight as she enjoyed the feel.

Oh yeah, baby… I'll spread something else soon, I thought dark, applying sunscreen on her back for now, hands working lower, thumbs pressing along her spine.

We were in a less crowded spot—but some people passing by, men especially, kept staring jealous—eyes lingering on my hands sliding over her thick body, wishing it was them. Get lost, motherfuckers—this MILF was mine.

"Alex… why were you with that lady conductor last night?" she asked casual, not looking back, just enjoying the lotion, voice curious but light.

"Oh… it was nothing, just a misunderstanding," I said easy—of course I wasn't gonna tell details, though she could guess from the hard dick bulge last night she couldn't take her eyes off.

She laughed soft—body relaxing more under my hands, shoulders dropping as the tension melted slow, skin warming from the lotion and sun.

I kept spreading—lower now, palms gliding deliberate, reaching the curve where her back met ass, thumbs brushing the thin thong string teasing, feeling it wedged deep between her cheeks.

"I thought you were in serious trouble," she said giggling light, glancing back quick, eyes playful but curious.

"Yeah… I thought so too," I said casual, smirking inside thinking how I had Heather under me spread wild like a slut last night—begging, broken, filled deep. "But let's say I had the situation under control."

I was gonna do the same to Lan too—just give me time, slow and steady.

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