The heat of Phang Nga, thailand , Bay ignites a forbidden adventure: Diana, Dylan, and their mysterious guide surrender to a game of limitless desire and lust, unleashing new passions between them.
The afternoon sun fell in golden sheets upon the emerald waters of Phang Nga Bay, painting gleams on Diana's tanned skin as she settled into the narrow wooden canoe. The air smelled of salt and tropical vegetation, mixed with the slight coconut aroma of the oil Dylan had rubbed onto her shoulders before she boarded the vessel. She wore a red bikini, so tiny it barely contained her generous breasts, which moved slightly with every rock of the boat. The fabric, soaked with water and sweat, clung to her skin like a second layer, leaving little to the imagination. Beside her, Dylan, a wicked smile on his lips, watched as the Thai guide—a man of slender but muscular build, his skin golden from the sun and his hands large and calloused—paddled with fluid movements, his dark eyes sliding again and again towards Diana's cleavage.
"Don't worry, khun," the guide said in broken English, but with a tone of voice that betrayed more than professionalism. "Here is safe. Waters are calm today."
Diana laughed, a soft, melodic sound, as she adjusted her sunglasses on her nose, aware of the man's gaze fixed on her. Dylan, without taking his eyes off his wife, took a bill from his pocket and held it out to the guide.
"I want you to give my wife a massage. Her muscles are tense from the trip," he murmured, his voice low and loaded with intent. "Use this." He handed him a small jar of massage cream, bought from a street stall that very morning. "She needs it… everywhere."
The guide, named Pong according to the badge on his life vest, nodded with a smile that revealed white, perfect teeth. His fingers, nimble and experienced, were already rubbing together, as if anticipating contact with that soft, golden skin. Diana didn't protest. On the contrary, she leaned back slightly against the edge of the canoe, arching her back so that her breasts lifted, almost escaping the top. The warm air caressed her nipples, which were already beginning to harden under the damp cloth.
"You can start with my shoulders," she whispered, biting her lower lip, as Pong knelt beside her, his thighs brushing against Diana's.
The first contact was electric. Pong's fingers, smeared with a generous amount of cream, sank into the firm flesh of Diana's shoulders, kneading with a pressure that caused a soft moan to escape her parted lips. Dylan watched, his fingers tangled in his own crotch, feeling his cock begin to harden inside his swim shorts. It wasn't the first time they had shared this kind of game, but there was something about the environment—the quiet water, the scorching sun, the sweat sliding between their bodies—that made everything more intense.
"Pong…" Diana gasped as the man's hands descended to her back, tracing slow, deep circles around her spine. "Lower down, please."
The guide didn't need to be asked twice. His slippery hands slid to the front, brushing the sides of her breasts before, with a daring move, he unfastened the bikini top. The fabric fell, freeing those round, heavy breasts, which swayed slightly with the motion of the canoe. The nipples, dark and hard as pebbles, pointed toward the sky. Pong held his breath, his eyes devouring every inch of that perfect, tanned skin.
"My God," Dylan murmured, his voice hoarse, as he adjusted his erection, now painfully obvious. "Touch her."
Pong didn't think twice. His palms, smeared with more cream, closed around Diana's breasts, kneading them with a mix of reverence and lust. She groaned in response, arching forward, offering herself shamelessly. The Thai man's fingers played with her nipples, pinching and twisting them until Diana gasped, her nails digging into the wood of the canoe.
"Like that… just like that," she whispered, as one of her hands slid down, brushing Pong's thigh before resting on the bulge growing in his linen pants. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's tense here."
The guide let out a nervous chuckle, but he didn't stop. On the contrary, his hips moved instinctively forward, seeking more pressure against Diana's hand. Dylan, unable to contain himself, lowered his shorts enough to free his cock, now swollen and throbbing. He gripped it hard, moving his fist up and down in slow, deliberate movements, his eyes fixed on the spectacle in front of him.
"Pong," Diana said, her voice pure honey and venom, "wouldn't you prefer to be closer?"
Before the man could answer, she stood up slightly and, with a fluid movement, sat on his thighs, her round, firm butt pressing against Pong's crotch. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly, as Diana began to move in slow circles, rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat. The canoe rocked dangerously, but none of the three seemed to care.
"F***," Dylan spat the word, his hand moving faster on his dick. "That's how I like it, slut."
Diana laughed, a guttural sound full of desire, as her hands locked behind Pong's neck, bringing her lips close to his. The guide didn't resist. His mouth crashed against hers, their tongues tangling in a desperate, wet kiss. Diana groaned against his lips, her hips moving with more urgency, feeling Pong's cock, now completely hard, pressing against her butt.
"Take it off," she ordered, breaking the kiss only to gasp the words. "I want to feel you."
Pong didn't need any more incentive. With clumsy movements from the rush, he lowered his pants and underwear, freeing his member, dark and thick, which rose powerfully, the tip shiny with excitement. Diana looked at it hungrily, her fingers circling the base as she guided the glans between her breasts, squeezing them around the throbbing flesh.
"Like that, my love," Dylan gasped, his own hand moving furiously on his cock. "Use those tits to make him come."
Diana obeyed. She began to move up and down, her breasts massaging Pong's dick with perfect pressure, her tongue darting out to lick the tip every time it emerged between them. The guide moaned, his hips pushing forward, his fingers digging into the flesh of Diana's breasts, marking her with red indentations that would soon be lost among the sweat and cream.
"My God!" Pong growled, his body tense as a bow. "I'm gonna come!"
"Do it," Diana whispered, speeding up the movement. "Come on my tits, you dog."
The orgasm hit him hard. A thick, hot stream splashed onto Diana's chest, followed by another and another, painting her tanned skin with white, sticky streaks. She laughed triumphantly, while Pong gasped, his body trembling with the last spasms. Dylan, on the verge, came with a grunt, his semen splashing the water at his feet.
But they weren't finished.
With a lewd smile, Diana stood up and, without a word, turned around, resting her hands on the edge of the canoe and arching her back, offering her round, wet ass to Pong. The guide, still recovering, couldn't resist. He moved closer, his cock already regaining hardness, and with a quick movement, he pressed himself against her, his hips colliding with her buttocks as he sought entry.
"Yes!" Diana shouted when she felt the tip of his dick brushing her soaked pussy. "Give it all to me!"
Pong needed no further invitation. With a firm thrust, he plunged deep inside her, filling her to the core. Diana screamed, her nails scratching the wood, as the guide began to pump into her with deep, uncontrolled thrusts. The canoe rocked violently, water splashing all around them, but none of the three seemed to care. Dylan, his cock still hard, moved closer, watching with bright eyes as his wife's body shook with every thrust, how her breasts bounced, how her mouth opened in guttural moans.
"Harder!" Diana demanded, pushing her butt back to meet every strike. "Destroy me, dammit!"
Pong obeyed. His hips pounded against hers with a savage rhythm, the sound of flesh colliding filling the air along with Diana's desperate gasps. Dylan couldn't resist anymore. He moved closer, his cock in hand, and with a moan, began to rub against his wife's thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum on her sweaty skin.
"I'm gonna come again!" Pong announced, his voice broken by the effort.
"Inside!" Diana yelled. "Come inside me, you fucking pig!"
With one last brutal thrust, Pong plunged in balls-deep, his body trembling as he emptied his load inside her. Diana screamed, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure that left her breathless. Dylan, at the edge, came on her back, his hot semen sliding between her shoulder blades.
When they finally separated, panting and covered in sweat and fluids, the canoe had drifted toward a small white sand beach, hidden among the cliffs. Pong, with a satisfied smile, helped Diana alight, his hands still exploring her body as if he couldn't believe it had all been real.
"The hotel isn't far," Dylan said, his voice husky with still unsated desire. "And the night is young."
Diana looked at him, her eyes shining with a promise that needed no words. Pong, understanding the message, nodded, his cock already beginning to show signs of life again.
The sand beneath their feet was hot, almost burning, but none of them seemed to notice. All that mattered was the heat still burning between their bodies, and the certainty that this was only the beginning.