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Chapter 136 - Another titillating Surprise at the Show Home*lt;/p*gt;
Last week, I had wanted to continue my rousing role-play with Nguyet, the realtor, with whom I'd been having an affair for the last four years, but she suddenly had to work at the company's headquarters, which were about six miles north of town. However, what had happened instead had been equally stunning, as her sweet petite colleague Thuy and I had been able to finally conclude our anal project: When, three months ago at Charlie's farewell party, Thuy had been lolling seductively near the pool at the hot springs, I had fallen in love with her shallow, light-brown anus dent, which reminded me of a French egg biscuit. Back then, Thuy had naturally requested a few weeks of prep time, but last Thursday, I had finally been able to redeem the backdoor voucher.
I still wasn't sure if Nguyet's absence had been sheer coincidence or the result of some charming scheming. Knowing Nguyet, she had probably told her colleague Thuy about our realtor-and-customer role-play, which may have put the idea in Thuy's mind that she could take Nguyet's spot in the ruse for one day and, finally, offer her lovely soft sphincter. Be that as it may: We had managed to develop a beguiling arc of suspense and arousal and had almost climaxed together. But now the question was, of course: Who would I meet this week at the model home? Thuy or Nguyet? Or both? And would there be someone else, like Hoang, Thuy's young lover? And what would transpire? Since Nguyet and I were pretending not to know each other in our role-play, I couldn't really ask, as I didn't want to ruin the plot.
Interestingly, Nguyet's young intern Casey, with whom I had started an anal affair about six weeks back, had conceived a tantalizing, stunning plan: Couldn't we, she had asked me, arrange some kind of sex-performance once? She hadn't told me too many details yet but seemed to envision a sex show on some sort of stage, during which we could watch how arousal slowly builds up in a man and a woman, before the two of them would unite. Perhaps she had conceived the idea while playing with her girlfriend - our lovely, blind masseuse Hanh - a relationship which offered everything, apart from a real cock.
I asked Casey if she would, in principle, be open to get banged herself up on said stage, which she confirmed, and also what her motivation was. Of course, she blamed me for her lewd proposal, reminding me that, four weeks ago, when I had tried to get her to join us for a trip to the hot springs, I had told her that 'no one would sit directly next to a copulating couple.' in other words, if she and one of the guys were to have sex, they could separate themselves in the relative large area at the Onsen - even though there was an unwritten orgy-rule that anyone can watch whoever if they desired to do so.
Back then, I had hoped, of course, that me saying this would alleviate Casey's fears, knowing that once she would be there, no holds would be barred. And it had worked: after sitting and watching a bit sheepishly for a while, she had taken Hoang's hand and led him to the bungalow, where he then mounted her from behind. Since Charlie's aunt Yen had wanted to watch the two of them, though, the two of us had spied through the horizontal boards on the cabin front, but now Casey wanted to turn the tables: Why shouldn't we sit or lie next to a fornicating couple and watch everything?!
Well, Nguyet was an avid exhibitionist, who would love to parade her dripping-wet pussy around and expose herself during sex. But there were two problems with Casey watching Nguyet or the other way 'round: while 18-year-old Casey could have anal intercourse at her will and leisure, her boss - who was also 15 years her senior - was still widening and softening her leathery anus thimble, which didn't seem to be an ideal set-up. But when I clarified with Casey if it had to be backdoor sex, she relented, as the point for her was primarily to watch the build-up of arousal. So, vaginal intercourse would be fine. For now. As long as she could have the opportunity to watch with impunity.
Needless to say, I liked the idea of watching a sex-performance, but this week I had to see whoever was working at the model home in the 'burbs and what would transpire there, as I had promised Thuy. And so Casey and I agreed to hatch sex-show plans the following week. To get some idea in which direction we were heading, though, I asked my succulent young friend who actually were her favorites to perform the act. Hoang was her obvious choice, as he was a good-natured stud, but Casey's pick for the female lead was surprising: she wanted to see Hoang bang our divine mature friend Yen, Charlie's aunt, as her figure reminded Casey of her own. And even though I found it strange, at first, that Casey picked Yen, psychologically it made perfect sense: she wanted to avoid involving her colleagues Nguyet or Thuy, and in some ways, Yen was perhaps the closest Casey would porno ever get to watching herself fuck.
Fine. When I was driving over to the model home around 11 on Thursday, I was dizzy. My thoughts were going around in circles, from Hoang and Yen, to Casey, Thuy, and Nguyet. Stopping at a traffic light, my mind finally switched to the show home today, which was still a bit mysterious: who would be there, and how would things develop? Had the ladies already choreographed the afternoon, or would we just let everything happen? Would Thuy want vaginal intercourse this time - as she had been ovulating the previous week - or did she enjoy anal sex so much that she would want me to fill her rectum again? Or both? Would we eat, first, before we would go up to the small bedroom? Or would we soil the vinyl couch in the living room, like I had done with Nguyet two weeks back? Or would things turn out to be completely different, like the last time I was there?
When I pulled up in front of Nguyet's office, Thuy's as well as Hoang's motorcycles were parked outside, which I immediately liked. The only thing I couldn't be sure of was whether Thuy had perhaps forgotten that we had a date and asked her young lover to swing by. Anyway, Hoang and I had known each other for quite some time and were on really good terms. Our ribald, salacious afternoon with Nguyet and Mira last fall would be difficult to top. As always, I smoked a quick ciggy to mentally prepare myself for the things to come.
When I finally went in, Hoang was standing on a ladder, straight across from the entrance door. He had taken the A/C unit apart and, for a split-second, I thought that he might be part of a role-play, in which he would be the handyman and, somehow, we would end up fucking the office lady together, which was almost confirmed when he didn't greet me, initially. Thuy, on the other hand, got up from behind her desk and smiled at me, but then he also turned around and nodded. She was wearing the light-blue company-polo and dark tailored pants, which looked good but different. Thuy usually wore skirts or dresses. She gesticulated that I should take a seat, as the two of them would be busy for another few minutes, while Hoang was carefully coming down the ladder now with a rather large part in one hand, which he then placed on the tarp on the floor, before he disappeared to wash his hands.
I liked how they had - inadvertently - given me a new idea for a role-play: yes, one day, he could play the handyman that he was, who Thuy and/or Nguyet would invite to stay for lunch. Nguyet would definitely entertain the idea, and even though such intricate ruses weren't really Thuy's thing, if we explained everything to her, she sure would play along. When Hoang was back, he pointed upstairs, mentioning that there was beer in the fridge. Tall as he was, he opened the two upper windows in the kitchen and then reached inside the refrigerator with his large craftsman-hand to fetch three cans at once. Nonchalantly, he lit a ciggy, and when Thuy arrived, she set the table, before she got the food out of the fridge.
While we were eating, the two of them thankfully made efforts to include me in their conversation. And so everything was chipper and cheerful; we talked a bit about Nguyet and Casey, and right when I was asking myself how the afternoon could progress, Thuy lifted her supple butt off the chair and grinned impishly, pointing at her bottom with her index finger - which made me cringe a bit, I have to admit. Anyway, she seemed super-excited about the prospect of anal sex; perhaps as she had convinced her young lover to make this a staple of their sex-life. I asked Hoang if the awesome ass fuck with Casey at the hot springs had changed his mind, which he confirmed, before he got two more beers from the fridge.
I asked Thuy if she had already prepared herself for our backdoor adventure. She nodded and blushed, and when I jokingly inquired if she wanted both of us guys to make her happy back there, she looked at Hoang and asked him something, which I didn't understand. But when he nodded again, she looked back at me and agreed. Of course, there was quite a bit missing here in the erotic tension-development compartment, but perhaps this whole anal thing was more like a test of courage or - literally - to sound out her bottom and its depths. And, as lovely as nice, erotic build-ups were: once in a while, a pure challenge could also be titillating. It was cute, however, when Thuy asked for some prep time in the bathtub now to soften her sphincter, which she underscored by rapidly tapping her thumb with her crooked index finger a few times.
Now, however, the two of them started to talk more vigorously, like in an argument, which took me aback a bit. Jesus, what could it be?! Well, it sounded like Hoang wanted to finish his job downstairs first, but Thuy wanted our company to spoil her in the tub. When he reminded her - by showing with his arms and hands how small the tub was - Thuy eventually laughed and relented. Hoang insisted again that I needed to lend him a hand and promised her that it wouldn't take long, before he lit his after-the meal ciggy. When he waved me to follow him downstairs, Thuy and I smiled at each other, and I felt a bit bad.
But then, sitting naked in the bathtub with her, while her lover is completing his repair job of the air conditioner would have been equally odd. When we were downstairs again, Hoang handed me two parts to hold, before he freed a third from the plastic wrapping and took yet another from the tarp in his other hand. No, sure, I mean, it did make sense: if I hadn't been here, he would have had to climb up and down multiple times, but now I would pass him the parts and the tools he needed. As I couldn't really think of a topic to talk about with him, I asked him what he thought of Casey and her rectum, to which he gave me a heartfelt thumbs-up and a broad grin, before he cursed a bit at the machine.
Naturally, it was pretty hot in Vietnam in June and, without the A/C, it was rather stuffy down here in the office. Initially, I had thought I could do without it, but I changed my mind; perhaps I could shower with Thuy a bit before our rumpus, as foreplay. Hoang wanted to send me upstairs after ten minutes; perhaps he had seen some longing on my face, but I decided to stay until he would be finished. Our Queen of Sheba could wait another five minutes and soften her anus further in the tepid water in the tub. Hopefully, she wasn't sore that her beau had insisted on working a bit after lunch - and even taken me with him - which was, admittedly, a bit odd.
Hoang looked rather proud when he was done up there and asked me to switch on the A/C to test it, before he grabbed his manhood through his silver work overall and grinned. He looked rather spiffy in his outfit, like a formula-1 driver, and him holding his balls was probably to tell me how much he needed a good relief. We still went outside quickly to smoke, however, and he told me how hot he found Casey. Should I tell him that she wanted to watch him bang our divine mature friend Yen? In the ass, notabene. Well, I didn't, as her plan was only half-baked at this point and needed to ferment some more. And my Vietnamese, frankly, wasn't good enough for such delicate matters.
When we arrived back upstairs, Thuy still seemed to be in the bathroom. Hoang took his clothes off and, as he was walking past me with his whipping dick, motioned me to follow him. So I undressed as well and put my clothes on one of the chairs here in the kitchen. Instantly, my cock started pumping when I saw Thuy in the tub: her large potato breasts seemed to be floating on the water, while she was watching her beau take a shower and wash his cock. He hurried to be able to join her and make up for the lost quarter of an hour. Hoang grinned when he was walking past me to join her, and while I was washing myself, I watched the two of them exchange tender caresses. She had her lovely short arms on the edge, and when he sat down there, she began to play with his cock.
Now, she even bent sideways to take his dick in her mouth. I deliberately took my time under the shower to give the two of them some quality time, but as soon as I turned off the water, they disengaged, and Thuy pulled the plug. He assisted her in getting out, and she sighed, like she was sad to had to let go of his cock. Hoang past her a towel and then dried her, but right when I was asking myself what could happen next, she grabbed his hand and the two of them paraded past me, grinning. In passing, Thuy reached up on the shelf to grab the lubricant, and we seemed all set.
They went straight to the master bedroom, where Charlie had lost his virginity to Thuy around Christmas, after Mira's large clit had shocked him. The other monumental memory I had of this room was, of course, my first time anal with Casey six weeks ago and Thuy just the previous week. It was amazing how simple and straightforward her preparations were: She took the brightly-colored bedspread off and then kneeled down pretty much in the center of the bed. Her light cute little ass was protruding into the room, and now she was inviting us to rummage around and through her orifices. Hoang took the initiative, first: he grabbed her supple butt cheeks and pulled them apart, before her leaned forward and licked and sucked her soft and almost hairless cleft. As his arc of arousal was steeper than mine, I decided to just watch for a bit and enjoy the aesthetic rout - just like Casey was wishing for herself.
Predictably, I couldn't completely hold still and reached for her dangling left potato breast, which seemed heavy and dense. But awesome, especially since Thuy was perhaps only 4'11''. As I was absentmindedly playing with her areola, she turned her head and nodded at me, so I lay down on my back and pushed my head - a bit like a car mechanic - under her dangling boob. I licked my fingers and then even took her tit in my mouth. Hoang was smacking and snorting back at her petite ass, sounding like an animal. When I briefly saw his raw stiff cock, I knew it wouldn't be long, before he would sink it in one of her caverns. Had he asked me to massage his dick a bit beforehand, I would have done it, as everything was fitting perfectly together this afternoon.
And yes, he moved a tad closer, while I was pushing myself further underneath her breasts and belly, still kinda perpendicular or at a 45-degree angle, at least. I imagined that I could even smell her pussy and I saw that it was dripping, but Hoang still took the lubricant bottle off the bed. So, anal it was, apparently. I kinda regretted that I hadn't stayed 'outside' to be able to watch him, but then I was pretty chipper under Thuy's two dangling ripe fruits. From what it looked like, he was now taking a good load of her own juices from her pussy, but then he retracted his cock again, of course, and carefully placed it an inch-and-a-half above, in her aperture-mechanism-anus dent. They both were wheezing and panting, while Thuy was sucking air past her clenched teeth, but then he seemed in. When he began to thrust, I could see his balls swing past Thuy's brownish pubic mound, and her tits began to sway nicely. Apparently, he had let go of her ass cheeks, as I could see both of his hands holding on to her rib cage.
It was awesome to be so close to everything, here in the semi-darkness under Thuy's petite upper body. Thuy said something to Hoang, which I didn't understand, and so I just continued and intensified my caresses: I licked and sucked both of her substantial tits, while she was swaying from getting banged from behind. Would I fuck her pussy or her anus, when Hoang was done? Probably both, I decided, but since I was still fairly new to the whole anal game, I promised myself to come in her rectum. Somehow, with her nipple in my mouth, I decreased the angle in which my body was lying to hers, which prompted her to lift one leg and put one knee between my thighs. I admired Hoang's balls swinging towards me again from under her and pushed myself further up, so that my face was now right under hers. I had felt her nipple get stiffer and stiffer in my mouth and couldn't wait for my turn.
Actually, Hoang suggested at some point to trade places, which I didn't have the heart to do, though. No, he was right smack in the middle of a good hearty fuck, which he had to conclude. Thuy needed it, too, especially since this was likely only their second time anal. I still found it generous that he had offered to trade positions. When Thuy pressed her upper body up by stretching her arms, I had more room and pushed myself further up towards the headrest, which prompted her to lie down on my chest with her legs wide spread, like an exhausted frog. I kissed and stroked her hair, while she now took one of my nipples in her mouth. Of, sweet Jesus, that was just too awesome, and when she fiddled my cock in her pussy, my joy grew limitless.
Yes, without talking about it at all, Thuy was now properly sandwiched between me and Hoang. Well, perhaps he could have lain down on her back, but kneeling certainly provided better thrust. While I was caressing all parts of her body that I was able to reach, his balls hit my hand, which didn't matter - everything was just natural and lovely. It was kinda funny to think that our cocks had never been so close to each other. Right now, they were only separated by a relatively thin wall of tissue inside Thuy's lovely midsection. I needed to look up the female anatomy on the internet as soon as possible, I promised myself, as I now could feel his glans moving inside her above mine. I tousled and ruffled her smeared pubic mound a bit, glad that we weren't wasting a wet sheath.
Thuy was moaning quite a bit now. She had her cheek on my hairy chest, and it was probably only a matter of seconds before Hoang would discharge a copious load inside her rectum. For the last minute or so, Hoang's balls had been hitting my cock, which Thuy was stroking ever so gently with her convulsing sheath. Since the anal intercourse was the main act, we hadn't made any effort for my dick to discharge, but that was fine with me, as I wanted my noodle to penetrate her fine sphincter, anyway. Judging from Thuy's convulsions and shrill shrieks, she must have been on Cloud Nine. She had probably never been stimulated in this intense kind of way, and when Hoang lifted up her rear, she cooed in ever louder screaming cascades.
Jesus, yes, the blood flow must have reached new levels today, I thought, even though her position couldn't have been entirely comfortable. At least, my body was large and soft, like a huge pillow. Now that Hoang was holding her ass up, her sheath began to polish my rod more forcefully, and for a split-second I was worried that I might come right there and then. But, in the end, that would have been fine with me. When I kissed her hair once more, I looked at Hoang's almost Greek, classically handsome face, which was only slightly contorted when he finally came. Roaring.