Surreptitious Love Ch. 130

Chapter 130 -- A Tight-rope Act with Casey</p>
Last week, Nguyet and I had planned to explore and stretch her anus a bit further to, eventually, be able to have anal intercourse. Nguyet was working in a real-estate office in the suburbs, which was in a model home and thus perfect for sensual tete-a-tetes, as it was fully furnished but closed for customers or clients from 11 to 2. Nguyet and I had had a dozen erotic adventures upstairs in the two bedrooms -- and one in her office on the ground floor -- but now she had contracted Covid and was forced to isolate herself at home.
The whole anal project had actually started with Nguyet's petite colleague Thuy, whose sphincter I had fallen in love with at Charlie's farewell party about eight weeks back. Thuy had told us there and then that she was, in principle, open to anal adventures, but in the meantime her and Nguyet's company had sent her to work at the headquarters about ten miles away, which made sensual anal rendezvous with her difficult to arrange.
This switch had one big benefit, however: Nguyet was now training a young intern, Truc, who I had talked to a few times over the last three weeks, before Nguyet and I went upstairs to widen her sphincter. Last week, however, when Nguyet had left her office at 10 in the morning to get her Covid test and didn't return, Truc and I had slowly been sucked into an unprecedented adventure, which neither of us would ever be able to forget: After eating lunch together, the young intern had ended up sitting on a chest of drawers, half-naked, and -- after extended foreplay and agreeing to save our first vaginal intercourse for the next time -- I had penetrated her soft, comfortably wide anus, which had been a first for me.
This had been particularly enticing, as Nguyet's little leathery thimble seemed almost impossible to breach. Truc, on the other hand, was not only taller and more womanly but also more experienced when it came to anal matters. Her boyfriend only had a small dick, so small that Truc 'didn't feel much' in her pussy, and thus the young couple had decided to habitually do it 'in the back', as Truc had repeatedly worded it. That and her Christian upbringing had prepared her well for something that Nguyet would certainly be jealous of -- if she ever got word of it.
Yeah, the irony wasn't lost on me: While Nguyet and I had been trying so hard to get her ready, young succulent Truc had just offered herself without any special preparations -- and we also had just done it with her own pussy juice as lubricant. Knowing Nguyet, she wouldn't rest, though, until some decent cock had entered her rectum and exploded there. Right now, she was at home with Covid though, and anal intercourse was probably not particularly high up on her list. Or was she drilling her finger in back there every evening to not waste the stretching progress she had already made?
Apropos: for said purpose of enlarging her sphincter's range, Nguyet had ordered a slim dildo or two, which she had requested to be sent to her office. They had arrived in the meantime, but Truc had absentmindedly opened the package. Not knowing where exactly Nguyet lived, Truc didn't know what to do. When she asked me for advice, she admitted that she actually had a very similar dildo at home to further explain why it had been so easy the previous week to pierce her ass. Together with her boyfriend's slim noodle, anal play with said dildo seemed the perfect practice, but I was immediately tempted to get Truc's boyfriend and Nguyet in touch.
When I was at a café on Wednesday afternoon, Truc video-called me, as the Vietnamese are wont to do, to talk about the dildo delivery to Nguyet's house. And there was also another piquant news item, Truc hinted right at the very beginning. Truc had, apparently driven home for lunch that day, as she was sitting on her bed in her modest room at home, wearing a peach-colored track suit. From time to time, I heard yelling and laughter in the background, and Truc explained that that were her sister and a cousin. She looked lovely with her open long hair, and I couldn't wait to see her anus again this Friday.
As Nguyet was already feeling better, Truc and I knew we didn't have much time. Right now, Truc was working by herself in the model home, but the following week, Nguyet would be back. Of course, arranging to meet Truc at the show home was a bit mean towards Nguyet, who was desperate to have her own ass penetrated -- but that would take another couple of months anyway, I was sure. As for the dildo, I told Truc to pretend she didn't know what was in the package and call Nguyet herself to find out what to do. Unless Truc wanted to use it for our love-play on Friday, I quipped. She seemed to like the idea but told me that she preferred natural cock.
In hindsight, there was one simple reason why we couldn't have had vaginal intercourse last week: Truc had been ovulating. Since she and her boyfriend only did it Ataşehir Escort in the back, Truc technically was still a virgin, which she wanted to address this week, though. For several times now, I had tried to imagine how exactly her defloration could happen but hadn't found the perfect scenario yet. But then, too much planning and high hopes sometimes led to disappointment, anyway.
When it suddenly got quiet in the background during the call, I assumed her sister was gone and asked her what delicate news she had. Instead of answering, though, she put her phone on her slanted thighs and fiddled with her bra under her top, before she brought the former out and tossed it on the bed. With an impish grin, she lifted her top on one side and showed me her large floating boob. I jolted in my seat here at the café, happy that no one was sitting near me. Man, looked her large, dark areola hot! And her nicely squeezed fat-rolls on her belly, too. Only two more days, and she would undress for me again. Completely. If I hadn't been at a café, I probably would have jerked off right there and then.
At some point, Truc let her top drop and got up, pressing her phone against the fabric of her sweat suit, so that I couldn't see anything for about a minute. I only heard more subdued voices, but when she was sitting on the bed again, she lifted her top once more to present me the other boob, before she divulged that she was working with Thuy now.
"Oh, how do you like that?" I asked to buy time.
"Thuy's great... patient and everything... but do you know what else happened?! There was a young man on Tuesday... yesterday... right at 11, as we were getting ready for lunch... but he was too young to buy a house... or be Thuy's boyfriend... but then they went upstairs..."
"Sounds like Hoang... what did he look like?" I asked, hoping Truc would lift her top again.
She described him a bit, but when she mentioned 'long, gelled hair', I knew it had been Hoang, another adroit member of our orgy circle. O-ha! As soon as Thuy had been moved back to her office in the suburbs here, Hoang showed up to bang her over her long lunch-break. Well, fair enough. They really liked each other, and Thuy had just gotten divorced. And the model home in the 'burbs was easier to get to than the company headquarters at the highway, seven miles north of town, from where he would have had to take her to a nearby hotel.
"Yeah, that's Hoang... did it look like, though, as if he had actually come for Nguyet and then made do with Thuy?" I was curious.
Truc pursed her lips, lifted her top again, while she was thinking. With her free hand, she kneaded her boob endearingly but then let the top drop, which was probably for the better.
"No, he clearly wanted to see Thuy... but, wait: Mrs. Nguyet, too?" Truc was curious now.
"Yeah, Hoang has sex with both, Thuy and Nguyet... anyway, so Thuy's working with you now... do you know if Hoang is gonna swing by on Friday?"
I suppressed the then, we could have a foursome. Anal, if you want.
Truc was shaking her head: "Ben, what are we gonna do now? I really wanted to be alone with you this week... this Friday, over lunch..."
"Same here, of course. Well, we either go all the way up to the smaller bedroom, but I think that would be weird, knowing Thuy is downstairs... but if Hoang is there, we could do it together with them, the four of us..." I laughed, keeping the anal intercourse-project with Thuy to myself, though. "Have you ever had sex with another girl or couple?"
In the end, I didn't think she would consent to that and, frankly, I also wanted to be alone with her -- if not at the model home then somewhere else -- but I wanted to throw it out, so that she could slowly get used to the idea.
Truc wasn't sure, though: "Well, yes, with my girlfriend from church group... a bit... we've masturbated together... but otherwise, no... I definitely think that could be exciting, but not this week... you know, Ben, what we talked about the last time..."
She must have meant her defloration and the other wild plans we had discussed just before saying goodbye ten days ago, still inebriated from our first anal intercourse: I had fantasized about cooking and eating naked, for instance, and she had told me that she wanted to do it twice; 'once in the front and then in the back', as she had put it.
"Hey, let's just go to the old, empty hotel!" I suggested. "You know, the one I've talked about a few times..."
I described the whole set-up a bit more, and she was thinking about it.
"That would be an unusual place for your first time, I know... but we would be alone in that whole large building and could completely let ourselves go..." I added.
Perhaps it was that last remark that convinced her.
"Well, I still can't imagine doing it on the bed upstairs in the show home, anyway..." Truc mused. "There might be some blood, too... and there are often customers Anadolu Yakası Escort who want to see the whole house... no, I can't show them around and point at the bed where I had sex an hour earlier... no, definitely not at the show home..."
Yeah, that made sense. In a way, she had ended up sitting on that chest of drawers only because she was trepidatious about lying down on the bed. I wasn't sure if it was really that much easier to point at furniture on which one just had anal intercourse, but I was still convinced that, without her reservation to soil the bedsheets, I wouldn't have been able to fuck her in the butt. Anyway, now at the café I was kinda horny, and so I asked her to show me her boobs again, which she quickly did, before she asked very conscientiously -- like a young mother who's taking her baby to the swimming pool for the very first time -- what we would need to take to the old hotel.
"Something to eat. And I'll get a bottle of wine, so that it will be somewhat festive, at least..."
Truc contended that she had never had wine but wanted to try it.
"Bedsheets are at the hotel, perhaps, but I haven't been there for two months... everything will be a bit dusty... take a towel and some soap, just to make sure. And decent lubricant, perhaps... I don't know if you prefer a certain brand..."
I kept talking about the semi-furnished room and the cozy maid's chamber upstairs at the old hotel, and slowly Truc appeared to be getting into the whole project. She offered to bring a bedsheet and the lubricant, and we agreed that I would pick her up at the show home on Friday, just after 11. We would buy lunch on the way to the hotel, but now someone had stepped into her bedroom again, and so she only giggled and asked me to tell her the story with Nguyet and Hoang when we would see each other in two days.
Suddenly, I was alone with my thoughts again. I was pretty sure that Truc hadn't told Nguyet or Thuy what had happened the previous week, but Nguyet knew me well and could guess that Truc and I must have had at least a medium-sized sensual adventure the previous week. If Nguyet had asked me, I would not have outright denied it but played the issue down; perhaps, I would have lied and made up a blowjob or something. Eventually, I would confess that we had gotten sucked into the vortex of an epic anal jamboree but not now, as Nguyet was frantically trying to stretch her own leathery thimble enough, so that she, at least, could accommodate some small cock one day.
Truc and I couldn't really continue an affair at the show home, where Nguyet worked, anyway. We knew that. But the more I thought about the old hotel, the hornier I grew. Nguyet had also told me that she wanted to spend time just the two of us, but right now she had Covid, and I was madly in love with Truc. Times weren't easy for Nguyet, it seemed, as Hoang, who she had had an affair with not too long ago, was drawn towards her cute, petite colleague Thuy. And her other lover, my former student Vu, was about to get engaged to my niece Giang. Perhaps Nguyet need to reactivate the dude she had been out with a few times last month? Or couldn't we get Truc's micro-penis-boyfriend to penetrate Nguyet's sphincter?!
I was glad that I still had one key to the old hotel. I was hoping, however, that Hoang and Thuy didn't want to celebrate their young bodies' lust at the same location on Friday; perhaps, I needed to get Hoang's number and give him a heads-up?! Well, once Truc and I had gone inside, we could lock the entrance door, but it would be better to let the others know in advance that the hotel was booked this Friday. By and large though, a foursome with Thuy and Hoang would be sweet, particularly as we all seemed to have our anal phase this spring.
When I arrived at the show home around 11 on Friday, Truc's, Hoang's and Thuy's motorcycles were parked in front of it. Truc had already reported in the morning that she had completed her rectum preparation, as she didn't know if there would be any warm water at the hotel. I liked how conscientious she was but, at the same time, also seemed open to do those steps together one day. I had clipped my fingernails meticulously and taken a long shower, but now skipped the smoking outside, as I wanted Truc to know that I had arrived.
As close as Hoang and I had grown over the years, though, he wanted us to smoke together, after I had said 'hi' to the ladies. Truc had her hair pinned up on the back of her head and was wearing her shiny, black mask, which looked awesome. For some reason, that mask and her sparkling almond eyes above really turned me on. She was wearing a white V-neck top, which looked a bit spiffier than a T-shirt because of the button tape. I loved the self-confidence with which she nodded at me, seeming ready for any form of debauchery.
Smoking outside with Hoang, I told him where we were going -- nodding backwards, in the direction of the old hotel -- which Kadıköy Escort prompted him to give me a thumbs-up. Judging from the look on his face, he liked Truc as well but knew that we had to spend a few weeks just the two of us. But Hoang himself had, in Thuy, a fine companion for the long lunch-break. Would the two of them use the backdoor as well? I didn't want to ask him directly, though, because I didn't want to drag Truc's inclination into the limelight. The others would learn soon enough. I thought about how Hoang and Vu had wanted to double-penetrate Nguyet once, as she had told me, which would be another project, of course. Right now though, I didn't want to watch another guy -- not even Hoang -- penetrate my new young love's pulsating sphincter. And, by all means, not her fresh, succulent virgin pussy, either.
Cool, calm, and collected, Truc was packing her things now, while Thuy was watching her amusedly. She knew that Truc and I were going to fuck somewhere; just like her and Hoang would; here, upstairs at the model home. Thuy was pretty modest; she would never propose a foursome with us, but Hoang would probably be able to get her to join. When Truc finally got up, I saw that she was wearing tailored, checked black-and-white shorts, which surprised me, as I had expected a skirt or dress. But, of course, she looked stunning and would take off her pants soon. The cuffs were rather large but, overall, those shorts brought out the best of her strapping legs. Abounding and bristling with health and sex appeal, she was standing in the middle of the room for a few seconds, before the four of us said goodbye to indulge in double intercourse at two different locations.
Truc wanted to get beef with green beans and glass noodles for lunch, and so I followed her at first, as I didn't know where the joint was. We also needed to get some ice for the wine, as it was at least 90 degrees outside. When we stopped at a traffic light, I noticed that she, again, wasn't wearing a bra but an undershirt. And she had untied her hair now, since her large bun wouldn't have fit under her helmet. When I passed her on the last stretch before the hotel, since she didn't know exactly where it was, her lovely dark eyes were sparkling again above her mask.
Since there were openings above each door and window, I expected the hotel to be rather dusty, but when I warned Truc after we had brought our motorcycles in, she pragmatically offered to sweep, smiled, and reminded me that she had a fresh bedsheet in her backpack. I suggested going up to the third floor, first, to eat in the kitchen, even though it was one of my strongest fantasies to undress right down here at the entrance once and prance around naked for a full two hours and fuck in between. But that would have been kinda awkward with our bags, and it didn't fit the rest of today's choreography, either. Perhaps in a few weeks, when we would know each other better.
We were holding hands, as we were ascending the stairs. The old, grand building didn't fail to make an impression on Truc; she didn't say anything but soaked in the largesse and grandeur, seeming awe-struck. All the way up on the fifth floor, we could hear two pigeons coo, which then fluttered away. Apart from that, it was almost eerily silent, and no one seemed to have been here during the last two months. I pointed out the impressive chandelier all the way up and promised we would take a good look at it later.
In the kitchen, Truc took the bedsheet, towel, and lubricant out of her backpack, while I wiped the table a bit.
"Hey, let's open the bottle and you tell me more about Nguyet..." she laughed.
"The bottle of lubricant?" I quipped but then reached for the wine which, luckily, only had a screw-cap.
I only filled one glass, though, which we could share. Almost automatically, we ended up sitting next to the shorter end of the rectangular table; so close, though, that her knees were pressing against mine inside. I soaked in her voluptuous young body and legs, but if we had undressed right away, we would have killed the erotic tension that was slowly developing. Naturally, my cock started pumping, as I watched her substantial bosom heave. Alas, the shorts; if she had been wearing a dress, she could have taken off her panties.
"Well, with Nguyet, I gotta start at the beginning... we used to work together, and I madly fell in love with her right at the get-go... in fact, I only took the job because of her..."
Truc began to eat but now reached the glass, asking me to drink first. If we had had two, we could have toasted, but I still liked the idea of sharing one cup on the day of her defloration. After she had taken a sip, too, she reminded me that that was her very first time to drink wine, but she already liked it better than beer, she said. Truc seemed relieved that it wasn't hard liquor, as there was only one word for both in Vietnamese.
"Yeah, it's nice... fruity... fresh..." she said after she had taken another, larger sip.
I drank again and lit a cigarette, as I couldn't drink alcohol or coffee without smoking at the same time. And the food was still pretty hot. Since I had opened the window earlier, we could hear motorcycles purr down in the street.