Chapter 135 — A sweet Surprise at the Model Home

After the bewitching lunch with Nguyet last week, we were now slated for a threesome with my former student Vu at the model home, where Nguyet worked. In our titillating role-play, she was pretending to be a sexually inexperienced realtor and I a customer who wasn’t sure yet if he wanted to buy one of those cookie-cutter homes in the ‘burbs. Last week, we had fucked in the kitchen, first, standing at the counter, before we had drifted into a salacious inferno after lunch: When I had been polishing her sheath with two fingers on the vinyl couch, she had ejaculated and peed on me profusely, before I eventually had filled her rectum through her puckering sphincter, which was still too tight for Anal intercourse proper, though.

Yes, between those two rousing acts of debauchery, Nguyet and I had lunch, during which I dropped that I had a ‘son’ named Vu. She had mentioned that, unfortunately, there were very few young men visiting her in her capacity as a real estate broker, as that demographic wasn’t able to afford a home yet, before she admitted that she sometimes lusted after the very young men who came to her office in the show home with their parents. Vu was 23 now, but could pass for 19, and a genuine lady’s man. And so I had assumed that he would gladly join me this week; particularly, since he had had a Hot affair with Nguyet the previous year. Wouldn’t he Love to go and check out the house and the realtor with me, his ‘dad’ for the day?!

Yes, everything would be so Hot: While, last week, I had been sitting on the vinyl couch with my cock in Nguyet’s mouth, I had regretted not being able to simultaneously see her hairy Ass crack. This Thursday, she could kneel between Vu’s legs and blow him, while I would admire, lick, and suck her butt crack and the fluff in it and perhaps ram my tongue back inside her sphincter. And then fuck her from behind, maybe with my middle finger in her round vice an inch-and-a-half above, while she would still be blowing him. Eventually, we could trade positions, and then Vu could perhaps even penetrate her anus with his cock, as it was smaller than mine. Oh yeah, baby.

Everybody knew how much Nguyet and Vu were attracted to each other. Their affair last year had been rather wild, and they only broke up as they couldn’t possibly get married because of their age difference. Nguyet was a MILF in her early thirties and ten years his senior, so their relationship didn’t really have a future. And so Vu jumped ship when I introduced my 19-year-old niece Giang to him, who was a cheerful country-bumpkin and sort of a Sex fiend. Now that I wondered about it again: Another wonderful prospect with realtor Nguyet and my purported son was a double penetration: He could lay down on his back and pierce her Ass, while I would fuck her missionary style, on top of the two of them. Oh, the choices seemed infinite! And divine!

But, alas, they weren’t gonna materialize. At least not this week, as Vu didn’t want to join me. Initially, he had sheepishly murmured something about being busy at work, but then he divulged bit by bit that he simply didn’t like role-plays. Particularly not with Nguyet. He assumed that she was still sore at him for breaking up with her, and he still hadn’t forgiven Nguyet, Hoang, and me that she had tied him to a bed once at the old hotel under some pretext, before he had to watch Hoang and I fuck her five times. I had at all times wondered that that had been the end of the matter for her, but perhaps not for him. Maybe he now felt the power in his hands and wanted to retaliate. Last but not least, he admitted that he found our ruses overly contrived; he didn’t like thinking too much during Sex, he told me.

Well, for some reason, it was that last part that riled me a bit: I found that role-plays were much more direct encounters, as one could go straight after one’s fantasies and do things that one wouldn’t do, otherwise: C’mon, I told him, which father-and-son-duo could walk into a model home and fuck the realtor senseless, perhaps even in her Ass?! Or double-penetrate her?! Anyway, I found it profoundly ironic that Vu was overthinking the whole problem, but it didn’t seem like I would be able to change his mind. I grew a bit melancholic thinking of my dear, tender Anna, who loved role-plays, and Tina, who was the uncrowned and unrivalled champion of them.

At some point, Vu even admitted to not liking Anal Sex, which — as far as I knew — he had never seriously tried. Well, one day, I would take Hoang and form a double-penetration sandwich with him and Nguyet. But then, Hoang’s cock was almost as large as mine and thus not really suited for her tight, leathery thimble. Neither could I be sure if Hoang actually appreciated Anal Sex. Well, Charlie would be back in town in late July, and his slender noodle would be ideal, anyway. Whether Charlie would try Anal though, I did not know, either. But he would probably consent to anything, as long as he was promised that he could bang his fine aunt Yen, perhaps even in her Ass. Oh, yeah, double-penetration with Yen and Charlie. I loved it immediately.

Since Nguyet and I didn’t know each other well in our role-play, we hadn’t exchanged contact information and weren’t talking to each other during the week, so I couldn’t even cancel. All I could do was to drive over to her office and come up with some lame Ass excuse why my ‘son’ wasn’t able to make it. Perhaps, the two of them had even talked during the last few days, which I didn’t know. If they had spoken, she could have prepared some smart ruse, at least. But not seeing her at all wasn’t an option, either. I had even contacted Casey, hoping that she would divulge a bit of news about Nguyet, but all she had told me was that she was working at the business’s headquarters and pretty chipper with her new girlfriend — our petite, blind masseuse Hanh — and their blossoming Sex-life.

When I arrived at the model home, curiously, only Thuy’s older scooter was parked outside. Thuy was Nguyet’s colleague, who I hadn’t seen for a while, since she hadn’t been working at the model home for two months. Since Nguyet was damn smart in her inimitably charming methods, I even drove around the block to see if she hadn’t parked somewhere else to surprise me inside — by lying on the bed in a generously-tailored dress with no underwear, for instance — but I didn’t see her crème-colored Honda anywhere. Had she asked Thuy to pick her up and was inside now? Or was Nguyet busy in town, showing houses to clients? Anyway, I decided to take it easy and smoke a quick ciggy, before I would go inside, feeling like a detective, though.

I somehow had to get used to this new situation: first, Vu had declined to join me for a father-and-son double-penetration of the Hot realtor MILF, and now the lady in question didn’t seem to be available at all. Now, what if Thuy was in on some kind of ruse? Would she now show me the house and expect me to seduce her? Or would she tempt me with her fine cuddly figure? But Thuy was a completely different type of person: more sweet-tempered and, for the lack of a better word, simpler. While Nguyet was interested in all kinds of things — art, science, even politics, and intricate sensual ruses — Thuy had never left our province and was a bit naïve, sometimes — which made her easier to deal with and more agreeable.

When I finally went inside, yes, only Thuy seemed to be there. She was standing across from the door at the big shelf with all the large ring-binders, with her head cocked, like she was looking for a specific one, but she turned immediately and smiled when she had heard me enter. Then she grabbed one of the folders and walked past me, before she sat down again at her desk. She said ‘hi and then made a lovely gesture that I should sit down, as she would be busy for a bit. She opened the folder and continued her search for the right document, and I wondered that she must have been to the dentist to have her teeth whitened — which let my mind wonder to both, my charming young dentist and the dainty receptionist at that clinic, who had pulled off her mask for me for the first time this week to show off her perfect ivories. Incidentally, I had been a bit disappointed, though, as she didn’t look as Hot as I had imagined.

Somehow, I was still leery that Nguyet might show up at any moment; either coming in from outside or downstairs from the kitchen; naked, in white lacy tights, like Isabelle Huppert once in that movie. But, of course, there was no Nguyet, and Thuy didn’t seem like she was part of some intricate ruse. Had she known, though, that I would show up? If yes, she was mentally prepared for some kind of sensual game, wasn’t she? She seemed in good spirits and not really surprised to see me. Oh yes, sure, I was ready to spoil her petite form and lick her senseless between her little legs. Aside from her new teeth, I also liked her new hairdo: She had it now parted on one side but still was sporting bangs and a lovely ponytail. Incidentally, she had also dyed it auburn — a bit like my endearing dentist. Now, was all the dolling up due to my visit today? Or had her young lover Hoang brought her flowers this week? Or was it just because?

Since Thuy was still busy, I let my thoughts go around in circles once more: Had Vu told Nguyet that he wasn’t gonna show up, and then she decided to rearrange the whole situation and offer our role-play ploy and plot to Thuy? In some way, that would make sense, as I couldn’t think of a sequel to the inferno that had developed the last time I had been here, anyway. Or had Nguyet told Thuy about our lovely ruse, who then asked if she, too, couldn’t play out the intriguing realtor-customer adventure with me? The fantasy to have spontaneous Sex with people one met in everyday life was certainly wide-spread.

Looking at Thuy, she didn’t seem particularly Horny, but we had had a few bashes in the past, just the two of us, which all had been great successes. And there was still her exquisite anus dent, which I had fallen in Love with at Charlie’s farewell party at the Hot springs, about three months ago. Back then, I had asked Nguyet to translate, as Thuy barely spoke English, if I couldn’t penetrate her butt one day. Or even right then and there. Thuy had agreed almost instantly but asked for a few weeks of prep-time. Had she practiced with her lover Hoang — and would he show up in a minute? Together with his buddy Vu — who could have, after all, just been fooling me? Technically, even Nguyet could still appear. The possibilities seemed infinite. And mindboggling. And exhausting.

While Thuy was switching between looking at her computer and the papers in front of her, she scribbled a line in Vietnamese on a notepad, which she then turned and pushed towards me with a flick of her crooked index finger, before she reached for the phone. ‘Nguyet working at center’ it read, by which Thuy probably meant the business’s headquarters six miles north of here. Or, Nguyet could be in the town center, showing houses to clients. Oh well, it was probably the former. Technically, Nguyet could still swing by during her long lunch break but, for some reason, I didn’t want to ask. Instead, I inquired if Hoang was gonna be there, to which Thuy blushed charmingly, shaking her head. Perhaps she was still slightly embarrassed that she offered herself to a young man eight years her junior so unabashedly. I wondered that was great, though. Of course.

Thuy was wearing her burgundy-navy-blue-checked dress, which had white stripes separating the relatively large colored rectangles and a stand-up collar. As it was fairly warm, she wasn’t wearing pantyhose. When she reached for the landline phone for a second time, I got up to smoke outside, but Thuy motioned that I could just go upstairs and smoke in the kitchen if I opened the window. Holding the receiver away from her face, she mentioned quietly, with a cute smile on her lips, that there was also beer in the fridge. Well then, it seemed like she wanted me to stay, and I found it difficult to imagine that the next hour would not end in bed. Or up on the chest of drawers, like with Casey.

While I was all by myself up here in the kitchen for the very first time, smoking and sipping my cold beer, I was looking at the new large oil painting above the table, which seemed an original. As I didn’t want to smell up the air, I waited to check, before I got closer after I had extinguished my ciggy and disposed it in the trash. Looking at the work of art, I could hear Thuy coming up the stairs behind me and then felt her arm on my left. Thuy, who was a bit shorter than Nguyet — but more womanly — looked up at me and smiled. I loved her high cheekbones and sparkling little brown eyes. I asked her, using hands and feet, if the painter was actually from our town or province.

It took her a while to realize what I was saying, but when I pointed at the signature in the bottom-right corner and then at the kitchen floor with my index finger, saying ‘the person who painted has house here’ in broken Vietnamese, Thuy pulled up the artist’s webpage on her phone. And, sure enough, the woman lived in a small village about ten miles away. I stepped back a bit to soak in the whole gorgeous panorama: there were rice fields, water buffaloes, and two young farmers with those characteristic conical straw hats in front of impressively high mountains. When Thuy had moved next to me again, I saw that she was wearing make-up, which was rather unusual for her.

Yes, Thuy had — as the only Vietnamese person I knew — freckles, which I wasn’t able to see today. Unlike virtually every other Vietnamese woman, she also had brown hair and eyebrows and, of course, her bush was of the same color. Due to some pigment anomaly, some of her eye-lashes were white, which looked interesting, though. Her high cheekbones reminded me of Siberian natives — Nenets or Evenks — even though I had never really been to that part of the world. Now, she excused herself to use the bathroom, to which I would have followed her — had she said something.

Thuy knew that I didn’t mind at all being peed on before or during Sex. Or afterwards. In the end, I believed that the urine of a woman one was attracted to contained messenger substances that only increased one’s desire. Curiously, Thuy had never peed on me, though. Perhaps she didn’t like the idea of unceremoniously undressing for the act, which was fine. Or she wanted to stretch out the foreplay a bit, before I would do the same to her sphincter. When she was back, she instantly grabbed my hand, though, after she had placed her phone on the kitchen table. She led me to the vinyl sofa — the same that Nguyet and I had soiled the previous week — which made me believe that Thuy knew what had happened then. Did she now want me to spoil her the same way and open her auxiliary reservoirs?

After we had sat down, she leaned forward a bit and asked me to pull down the zipper in the rear of her dress, but then she leaned on the backrest of the couch again, without taking her dress off. Her breasts were roundish and kinda heavy, like potatoes, and her areolae dark, a bit coarse, and large. I had at all times like her tits, as they fit her country-bumpkin upbringing and allure perfectly. We kissed profusely, before I brushed her form with my fingers like a painter. Her bra seemed relatively thin, but since she had me open her dress in the back, I knew we were heading in the right direction. At some point, I placed my hand on and then right between her smooth girly thighs, near the hem of her dress. I saw Nguyet in my mind’s eye again and how she had completely lost control over her bodily functions just a few days earlier.

Well, the way Thuy was seated next to me, I couldn’t imagine Nguyet showing up all of a sudden now, and — strictly speaking — didn’t want her to. Somehow, my hand had made its way up under Thuy’s dress, and I could feel her panties. I noticed how her nimble, petite body was swaying and steaming, and now she folded her skirt back into her lap and up onto her belly, after I had massaged her boobs once more. When she saw that I was looking at her panties, she reached inside the crotch-piece with two fingers of one hand and pulled it apart with a smile. As familiar as she knew I was with her roundish brown bush and Pussy, she certainly expected me to spoil her down there now. When I pried her lips aside, a fat translucent drop of fresh nectar rolled out, which reminded me of a pendant. I spread the goodness in her groins and twiddled her clit a bit, to which she nodded and smiled, as if she wanted to say: ‘So far, we’ve done everything right.’

I still caressed her thighs a bit from time to time, but then went deeper between her legs and graced her perineum and anus with her own juices. The gesture how she had pulled her crotch-piece to the side had been absolutely divine, and I was growing more and more convinced that she had prearranged everything with Nguyet. Could Nguyet go and work at the headquarters at will, to make room for Thuy and me? Or was it a lovely coincidence? I decided not to ask, though, as I didn’t want to interrupt our tender sensual play with my broken Vietnamese. And so we just kept communicating in the universal language of Love and kissed again, during which she put her hand in my crotch. Prompted by such a rousing gesture, I unbuttoned my pants, but then she got up and pointed one floor up, to the small bedroom where I had admired her colleague’s lovely mons veneris two weeks back. Contre jour, under her loose dress.

There was no chest of drawers, unfortunately, but my hour with Nguyet a fortnight ago had forever consecrated that small, simple room, and I was convinced that only positive things could happen there from now on. I realized that Thuy had pointed up exactly the moment when my fingertip had touched her anus, which was perhaps what had prompted her to change venues. This theory was confirmed when she let go of my hand to disappear into the bathroom for a few seconds, only to reemerge with a bottle of lubricant in her hand. Puzzled, I had looked at the triangle of light skin on her back, but now it all made sense.

Holding hands, we went upstairs without saying anything. In the bedroom, she sat down on the corner of the bed, folded her dress back onto her belly and pulled the crotch-piece to the side again, of course, so that we could seamlessly continue from where we had stopped downstairs on the vinyl couch. First, I took my clothes off, though, looking at her wet, moist curls and labia. There were pearls of sour juice on some long hairs, as far as I was able to tell, but when I stepped closer, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, so that she could warm up my rod a bit. After she had let her rough tongue flicker over my glans, I pushed in a bit further in and began to thrust. Accommodating my cock, she reached inside the collar of her dress with one hand and then pulled one side down her arm, which prompted me to push her bra strap down the same arm and reach inside the cup to fondle her lovely potato with its rough areola.

When Thuy repeated the procedure on the other side and then snapped her bra open in the back, I could finally see her lovely pair of breasts, of which I was fonder than I had ever imagined. I was reminded of Charlie’s farewell party again, where Thuy had been lolling near the pool, directly in front of me. Standing in the water, I had admired her cuddly little figure and, like I said, positively fallen in Love with her flat anus dent, which could have been filled with a French egg biscuit. What had made her innocent lolling even hotter was that she had been looking at her phone for most of the time, while exposing her Pussy and sphincter. I would never be able to forget the sight but, of course, I didn’t want to ask her to fetch her phone from downstairs right then.