The Old Vacant Hotel

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 36 -An astonishingly ribald Lunch at Nguyet's Home

Douglas, I set up Hiroshi and Gemini together, but they didn't really click. Now, she wants to meet Hoang, but he's in Da Nang, as you know. Anyway, you said that you want a big orgy at the end of everything, but no one is really around anymore...Nguyet wrote yesterday.

Well, my muse was right about the last point; perhaps, a big last bash wasn't going to happen, after all. And sure, it was a shame that things didn't work out between Gemini - who was dreaming of conceiving a child even though she was planning the future with her girlfriend Angelica - and her stallion, Hiroshi, who was Nguyet's Japanese husband.

One sideline of the whole project was that Hiroshi now wouldn't be able to watch Nguyet and me micturating upon each other - ideally concurrently - while he would be banging another lady from behind, since Gemini bailed out, although she had found the scene, which she had watched with Nguyet and yours truly the previous week, revoltingly hot. But then, Hoang was much younger than Hiroshi and thus, biologically, the better choice, anyway.Which Gemini certainly understood instinctively.

To give our lunch a more beguiling dynamic, however, Nguyet wanted to pretend that our affair had never happened and we hadn't seen each other for seven or eight years: ever since she left the large private school where we had worked together for quite some time. We both loved quirky roleplays to spice up our sensual encounters.

For some reason, I had never been to the couple's new home, which they had purchased only six months back. The subdivision wasn't too pretty, as every house looked the same; perhaps, they were embarrassed that they hadn't been able to build something more stately on Hiroshi's lavish salary as theDirector for Commercial Propertyat their large international company.

Nguyet's office, on the other hand, was just around the corner from their new abode in one of those cookie-cutter houses, which had been converted into a show home, so that I had already a pretty good idea what their dwelling looked like. To make our first meeting after all those years more authentic, we could have met at a café, but the weather often was somewhat inclement during the rainy season.

And Nguyet's parents' house was out of the question by now, since she was married - although her mother had always liked me; she had been happy that at least one guy found her only daughter attractive. But she was always at home, since she worked there as a seamstress, and wouldn't condone intercourse upstairs anymore.

Nguyet had given me detailed directions in the morning, but I still got a bit lost, as the numbering system of the streets and houses was kinda messed up. When I finally found her place, I rang the doorbell outside the gate, and ten seconds later, my muse arrived to open the door.

Who I didn't expect to be there was her husband Hiroshi, who was sitting in the living room watching the World Series. I was surprised that the game was still going on at almost noon, and then I saw in the top-left corner of the TV screen that it was the 17thinning.Good Lord, that must be a new record, I thought to myself.

Of course, Hiroshi and I pretended that we had never met and introduced each other briefly, but then he sat down again to continue watching the game. He had shot me an impish, knowing smile when we had shaken hands, but I wondered if he would stay after lunch for a juicy threesome, or return to his office at the company.

Of course, I couldn't ask to not ruin what Nguyet had planned, but I already had a hunch that he would join Nguyet and me in one way or another; we had done a bunch of three- and foursomes in the past - with and without Nguyet. But she quickly asked me to follow her to the kitchen, anyway, where she donned an apron to take care of the soup that was almost ready on the stove.

"Please sit down, Mister Ben! The fact that my husband is here sorta ruins my plan, but... I don't know... he wanted to take his car to Hue this morning and then fly to Hanoi on Thursday but, because of the storms, I think the whole trip has been cancelled."

Back in the day, when Nguyet and I met, I had adopted the nameBen, as no Vietnamese could pronounceDouglasproperly. And I never likedDoug, for some reason; perhaps, as that would sound too much likedogorduckwhen the Vietnamese pronounced it.

"You had specific plans, Mrs. Nguyet?" I inquired naïvely, to play along: "You don't like that your husband is here?"

"Ehm, I wanted... I had a... de-delicate proposal for you, M-Mister B-Ben... something I'm sure you would l-like..." Nguyet was hemming and hawing, after she had cleared her throat: "I wanted... with you... d-do you still think of me, from time to time? Do you still find me beautiful?" she inquired, with her little bosom heaving considerably.

Nguyet wasn't wearing a bra, was she?I could sense her nipples poking through the thin grey fabric of her blouse, and her boobs were also kinda low on her petite frame.

"Sure, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I still think of you almost every day," I buttered her up, fixating my gaze on her upper lip, which resembled the silhouette of a gliding seagull.

Considering that she was at home, Nguyet had dolled up quite a bit: She was wearing a light-grey blouse made from delicate, expensive fabric, which she had combined with a dark-blue skirt that ended just above her knees. But she was also sporting black pantyhose or stockings, which were probably made of a nylon-and-cotton mix, as they weren't shiny.

As is customary in Asia, she wasn't wearing shoes, though, which gave her appearance also a decidedly youthful, girlish aura. It was heartwarming to watch her tender figure, with her elegant little feet, tending to the pot, here in her stylish kitchen, but now she scooted over to the living room again to fetch her husband.

Yeah, would the three of us do it together, later? Was it truly a coincidence that Hiroshi was here, and we now had to find a way to usher him out of the house? Both, Hiroshi and Nguyet, liked group sex, however. Or, perhaps that story with Gemini was just a ruse, and she would ring the doorbell in ten minutes? Or would someone else still show up?

When Hiroshi had sat down, Nguyet put ice in our glasses and fixed us drinks and then gestured at the four or five golden-shimmeringbanh mi- baguettes - on the table. The stew she had prepared was calledBo Kho, which was a kind of yellow beef curry.

What would have been truly odd in real life was, however, that she then moved her chair five inches toward me, away from her beloved husband. And even stranger was the dialog that now quickly unfolded from that detail:

"So, you often invite men over when I'm not here?" Hiroshi sternly inquired, kinda mock sullen, upset, and morose.

"No, that's the first time, Hiroshi," Nguyet replied self-confidently, but also a tad annoyed: "You care a lot for politics, honey... and history," she quickly reminded her husband, perhaps implying that he should strike up a conversation with me.

As the two of them were doing their spiel, last week's debauchery with Nguyet and Gemini returned to my mind's eye: Well, technically, Hiroshi could watch today how Nguyet and I did a 69-Golden Shower, but there was no second woman around who he could bang from behind, as he was witnessing the sweet depravity that turned him on like nothing else.Now, was Gemini going to show up, under some pretext: being the maid, or Hiroshi's daughter from his first marriage?

"You also spruced yourself up quite a bit, darling..." Hiroshi now realized.

Was he going to mention her nipples? Which had grown stiffer and longer in the meantime and which we now could clearly see under her blouse.

"Well, I dressed up for you, of course. I also put on make-up; in case, you haven't noticed. But also, for Mister Ben," she finally admitted: "We used to work together, and he was always very nice to me. Very attentive. He really adored me..." she even sighed.

"Somehow, I'm not comfortable with that, honey. You didn't mention that he was coming for lunch when we said goodbye this morning, downstairs. And I don't wanna talk about politics or history now. No offense, Ben..." he nodded in my direction: "And that you're insinuating, Nguyet, that you invited him so that I could have an interesting talk over lunch, is utter bullshit, since you didn't know that I would be here," Hiroshi added fuel to the fire.Rightfully so.

Like I said, Hiroshi, Nguyet, and I had had sex together, the three of us, and a few times even with more people involved, but there had never been such an intense animosity as today. Which wasn't entirely pleasant, but it did add a fascinating, tantalizing aspect to what we were about to engage in.

Nguyet had sighed a few more times and seemed annoyed, before she buried her chin in one fist, looking down at and stirring her bowl absentmindedly, almost in tears. Yeah, Hiroshi had just called out her bullshit, but now she reminded him that he should take my presence as a chance or opportunity:

"Hiroshi, Douglas is half-German/half-American. Didn't you study in Germany for a semester? I'm sure you would have a lot to talk about," she tried to mollify him and remedy the situation.

Hiroshi - whose hair wasn't parted as accurately as we were used to - didn't reply but just muttered some grumpy, cantankerous sounds under his breath and shook his head. And so, we ate in an awkward silence for a bit, which wasn't exactly beguiling, but the tension promised some titillating form of release.

Which Nguyet now, in turn, spiraled further upward by placing her left hand onto my right wrist to tenderly apologize:

"I'm sorry, Mister Ben... I don't know why Hiroshi... doesn't want to talk to you... normally, he's friendly and accommodating."

"But not when I imagine how you, with Ben... later, when I'm gone..."

"Hiroshi, don't be silly! Yes, Ben has always revered and adored me; perhaps, more than any other man I've ever met, but... your imagination is running wild now!" tried Nguyet to set her husband straight.

"Honey, you're sitting here with no bra - as, I'm sure, Ben has already noticed - like a slut... with another man who you invited for lunch, thinking that I wasn't going to be here, but on a four-day business trip..."

Nguyet was looking down at her chest, with pursed lips, letting her beautiful dark almond eyes wander from one nipple to the other:

"Oh, you can see that?!" she asked naïvely: "But you know how much I hate wearing bras..." she defended herself feebly.

Hiroshi shot me a suggestive glance across the table, before he shook his head again in disbelief. He was huffing and puffing in exasperation, seeming at a loss how he could continue their impromptu dialog. Since simply telling her thatOne just doesn't do thatseemed too lame, he had to come up with something more precise to foster the scenario they wanted to create:

"So, Ben always adored you?! Well, see! The best thing for you and him would then be to just do it, wouldn't it?" he blurted out, almost yelling, before he pushed his bowl, which still had some food in it, away from him, toward the middle of the table.

He really seemed sore, as surly and gruff as he looked, unwilling to eat and pouting. In real life, I would probably have gotten up and excused myself, but I knew that this was all part of the ruse to create a tantalizing situation that Hiroshi needed to satisfy his somewhat strange inclinations and proclivities.

"Do you know what: Looking at you, in your foul mood, that's exactly what I will do!" Nguyet slapped the table with her flat right hand: "Mister Ben: What do you think? Do you wanna do it with me? Are you up for that?"

Ha, this was just awesome!Her relatively small, slightly sagging titties were kinda bouncing and bobbing under the thin grey fabric, and I noticed that my cock was already twitching wildly in my pants.

"Heh... heh... stop it!" I still interjected, holding up the palms of my hands, as if Hiroshi was pointing a gun at me: "Mrs. Nguyet, you invited me here today to have sex?" I pretended to be flabbergasted.

"Yes and no," she back-pedaled a bit: "But I gotta admit that I was... I am open for that. Pun intended. And now that Hiroshi is being difficult, I want it all the more: Yes, Mister Ben, can you fuck me right before his eyes?! Properly, quick and crisp? Twice, if you want? I mean, you always wanted to... me, in the past...?"

"Sure, but... I don't know... didn't you say you're pregnant?" I wavered, as the choreography required.

"Yes, that's true. But I'm always horny... you have no idea... but Hiroshi is never here. And if he is, he sulks or just watches sports..."

The last detail was probably a lie but, again: Nguyet had told me about Hiroshi's threesome fantasies on multiple occasions. Meanwhile, his mood had deteriorated even further; now, he seemed to detest and loath his lovely wife.And me, of course.

To not lose traction, Nguyet now unbuttoned her blouse, and her rakish little MILF titties were greeting us. Ever since she had breastfed her first son, Minh, they were bigger but also curiously pointy. And sagging. Her burgundy areolas were exquisite though, with two concentric circles of small light blisters.Divine.

As my cock was already hurting inside my underwear, I took her wrist:

"Jesus! You mean, I can see and touch everything?" I asked her like a surprised, inexperienced middle-class teenage boy.

Yes, Nguyet had sketched this cuckolding scenario once or twice in the past but, for some reason, I had never taken it overly seriously. But then, as it is with lust, desire, and fantasies, they never go away at will; his had probably been pestering Hiroshi for quite some time.

And today was finally the day he could watch his dazzling wife getting banged by another guy. And get humiliated properly himself.As he seemed to want and need it. Since it was part of the choreography, however, Hiroshi pleaded once more, trying to change his wife's mind:

"Nguyet, darling... you can't do that... jus-just l-like that..." the soon to be cuckold was stammering, which was in total contrast to his strong, almost imposing personality.

Perhaps, it was too strenuous to keep that vigorous-man facade up all the time, and he needed some balance? Which his wife, who also had a strong personality, would provide? Normally, Hiroshi had a soft, yet absolutely commanding aura, which was a blend or amalgam of CEO, mafia boss, and famous actor.

"Hey, you suggested it, Hiroshi. Almost as if you wanted it," Nguyet reminded her husband now, tweaking the facts a bit in passing, before she almost jumped around the table corner to end up standing between my thighs, facing away from me, presenting her husband her ravishing naked titties.

Which had been bobbing nicely, as she was moving.

"Mister Ben, you don't need to hold back today," Nguyet reminded me, after she had turned her head, now looking down at me: "You just do what you wanted to do for so long."

And so, without further ado, I reached under Nguyet's skirt to fondle her thighs for, purportedly, the very first time. Her little nimble MILF thighs, which were a tad short but slim, athletic, and of perfect shape. I felt that she was wearing lacy stockings and a garter belt - but no undies. Yes, Hiroshi's wife's succulent cunt was naked under her skirt.

Was Hiroshi aware of that detail? Should I point it out to him?

"I always like wearing a skirt, with nice stockings and a garter belt - but no panties," Nguyet giggled abashedly, just in case I hadn't noticed.

I wasn't sure if Hiroshi had heard it, though, as he was still mesmerized by his wife cheeky titties and the fact that she was standing between my legs, across the table.

After I had satisfied my initial curiosity with my hands, I lifted up her skirt in the back to be able to see her light narrow butt for the first time - after ten years of yearning and longing. Yes, her ass wasn't much more than ten inches wide and had a small black shoe brush in the middle.

Prying her cheeks apart, I noticed her dark-brown leathery sphincter, which she had told me the previous week was softer now and more welcoming to anal intercourse, as she had gotten quite a bit of practice with Hiroshi's Samurai sword back in there, over the recent months.

I borrowed some viscous translucent nectar from her treasure, with which I then caressed Nguyet's sweaty perineum and butthole, after which I licked my fingers and sucked the aroma, plus countless messenger substance molecules, through my eagerly quivering nostrils.

"What do you think, Mister Ben? Do I smell good?" Nguyet cooed, riling her husband some more: "See, that's how intensely he desires me, Hiroshi. Mister Ben loves smelling my pussy and butt... of which you seem to have gotten tired of..."

Of course, I couldn't get enough of her enthralling small ass and the hairy peach below. So, instead of chiming in, I just kept spoiling my muse; partially, since we only had another two months, before our long affair would end for good. Dripping-wet, as Nguyet was, there was no shortage of enticing sights and sounds, and even wafts of her aroma reached my trembling nostrils.

Shouldn't I invite Hiroshi to come over?Well, it didn't seem as this was the topic of the day. Right now, he wanted, he needed to watch how another guy spoiled his dazzling young wife senseless, and so I arranged her skirt up on her narrow hips, so that I could use both hands, before I reached back into her succulent biotope.

Nguyet was moaning quite a bit already and had started to thrust her pelvis, rubbing her sticky, hairy cunt on my hand. Eventually, she turned, of course, to ask me if Ididn't want to getmything out.

"And you, honey, could clear the table, in the meantime!" she added, after she had turned back - in a tone that indicated that she was sore that Hiroshi didn't know what his chores were:

"And then, you can also do the dishes! Don't just sit around. Make yourself useful!" she added snappishly, when he hesitated.

As hot as her little girlish ass with the shoe brush was, I was a tad disappointed that I, sitting behind her, wasn't able to enjoy her front: The way she was holding up her skirt to make sure that Hiroshi could see her cunt, as she was sending him to the sink - with her blouse still open and her titties exposed - must have been quite something.

While Hiroshi was clearing the table now, I got up to relieve myself of my pants. It would also have been hot to just get my cock out through the fly, but I didn't like wearing boxershorts; in fact, I didn't even own a pair. Nguyet squealed when she saw my manhood - allegedly, for the first time - but then she warned me that she often squirted during sex:

"It'd be better if you undress completely and put your clothes over there, on the counter: I sometimes can't contain myself and even pee during sex," she chortled lewdly.

Hiroshi paused for a moment to admire my cock, which was marginally larger than his. Nodding with pursed lips, he eventually turned to fill the sink, while Nguyet kneeled down on my chair and placed her torso on her forearms on the table.

Nguyet, the staunch exhibitionist, was now pressing her little butt backward to make sure we guys could properly admire the hairy peach between her legs, just below her light butt cheeks. I fondly fondled and tickled her snatch some more, before I got a dollop of her juices onto my glans to brush her perineum and sphincter, before I would press my shaft inside her hungry sheath.