Surreptitious Love Ch. 175

Literotic asexstories – Surreptitious Love Ch. 175 by BenGarland,BenGarland
Chapter 175 – Quynh is warming up for her Gangbang

Last week, my muse Nguyet and I had taken two young blind women to the thermal springs, where the younger one had been eager to garner her first true sexual experience. Her friend, our petite masseuse Hanh, had been ovulating, but she also had discovered that the water spout in the pool was ideal to prepare her little sphincter for anal intercourse, which she was keen on trying. Needless to say, the four of us had agreed to go back to the hot springs for Hanh’s birthday in a fortnight, as Nguyet wanted to work through her lunch breaks this week to have more time for her new boss and lover, Hiroshi Nakamura, when he would be back from visiting a dozen branches of their large real-estate company all over Vietnam.

But there was another enticing project waiting for us this week: my former student Vu, who was a forest ranger by training, had decided three months ago to pause his career and tour with his band. As he was back in town for a few days, he had asked me if we couldn’t see each other, which probably meant that he wanted to take at least one lady with us for a quick round of zesty fornication, as he had broken up with my niece-in-law, Giang not too long ago. He probably wanted to bang my muse Nguyet, who he had a fling with about two years back. However, as charming Quynh – who also had just broken up with her beau – wanted to try a gangbang at some point in the near future, I introduced the two of them.

Quynh was 20 and Vu 23, which was outright perfect. They both were good-looking and, as luck had it, hit it off immediately, as they both told me. Last Saturday, she had been to his concert here in town, and then they had met for coffee the next day. Apparently, she liked him enough to get the gangbang idea rolling and try sex with two men for the first time with Vu and me, as she had asked me if we couldn’t go to the old, empty Art Deco Hotel, where our orgy posse had been meeting for more than two years now. And so, we agreed to meet at the usual place, first: a charming, small café that had a secluded upstairs veranda, where we could warm up unperturbed.

Quynh and I had met last December under sightly bizarre circumstances: After my Filipina colleague Mira had peed onto my face out from under her tight skirt, we took a shower and were then lolling on the bed in the only semi-furnished room in the whole hotel, when Quynh and her girlfriend Emily unexpectedly stepped into the room. Quynh had been a bit sheepish at first, but when Mira and Emily quickly hit it off, bashful Quynh and I engaged in tender sensual play as well. Later, she actually had turned out to be quite experienced; her sheepishness had just been an act to disguise the fact she was together with a young guy at work who her girlfriend Emily also had the hots for. In early May, the two of us had even been to the hot springs together, where Nguyet and I had frolicked with the two young blind ladies, Hanh and Nhu ten days ago.

One rainy day last winter, Quynh had spent a whole day at a cheap hotel with her young beau, Thuan, where they had watched a lot of porn between the multiple fucks, but now there were several things she wanted to try for herself, among which was a gangbang: She had seen a young girl kneeling on a bed in a miniskirt, without panties, while a group of guys in black boxer shorts had been masturbating and then somewhat callously emptied their cocks in the girl’s sheath. Perhaps her motivation was just sportsmanship or some kind of test of courage, along the lines of ‘I wanna see if I can do what the girl in the video did’.

Perhaps Quynh would tell us more at the café today, since her wish was a trifle unusual, of course, as she wasn’t the kind of young woman one would expect to harbor such a bold fantasy; smart and sensible as she was. Indirectly, her wish could also have been sparked by Emily telling her about our outrageous trysts last summer, during which my young buddy Charlie and I had taken her anal cherry together, although Emily had never joined a proper orgy. But sure, what Emily could, Quynh could do as well.

Like I said, I had suggested to meet at our usual spot: the café with the secluded upstairs section that only had one table with four chairs and was only accessible via a rickety, rusty staircase, which sounded an alarm as soon as someone put their foot onto the first step downstairs. As there were several large old trees in front of the café, no one could really see what was going on up here even from a nearby second-floor window, either. Mira and I had jerked each other off on a couple of occasions here. And Thanh, in a miniskirt without panties, had once presented me her lap in a modified black pantyhose that was open in the crotch.

The sweet little waitress – who purportedly had a large, interesting tattoo on her thigh, which I had never seen, though, as she always wore long pants – was working again today. Last year, I had wanted Charlie to hit on her, as she was drop-dead gorgeous and they were roughly of the same age, but back then he had been too shy, claiming that she already had a boyfriend. Today, she had her hair new in like a sharp, asymmetrical cut. Her young body was lithe like a willow, but she wasn’t skinny. Over the last year, however, Charlie had had the time of his life with a bunch of ladies, including Emily and Nguyet, so perhaps he could muster the courage now. Unfortunately, he was in Saigon, where he attended university.

Assuming for a minute that Quynh wasn’t going to show up, I’d probably suggest to Vu to hit on the cute waitress, as he was a ladies’ man and incredibly good-looking. I wasn’t going to chat her up, as my Vietnamese wasn’t good enough and, also, I was more than twice her age. But Vu was used to chasing skirts and had once uttered the divine, unforgettable line that ‘Pussy was like noodle soup: Even if it’s not particularly great, it’s still good’. Our very first group sex had been with his fellow student Phuong about three years back, when we had, first, tried to teach her to swim but subsequently deflowered her at a small hotel near the beach, which probably had been more important than the swimming, anyway.

Smoking happily by myself, I was wondering who would arrive first – Quynh or Vu, and who I’d prefer – but I was also trying to figure out who the petite waitress reminded me of and come up with a strategy how to best drag her off one day soon. But just three minutes later, watching the smoke making its way slowly up towards the leaves, I heard two motorcycles arrive downstairs, shortly after which I recognized Quynh’s laugh and Vu’s voice. Perhaps they had met somewhere before – to fuck? – or it was just coincidence that they had arrived together.

Anyway, the sweet, attractive little waitress arrived upstairs, first, bringing me my coffee. She also swiftly wiped the table, which didn’t seem necessary, during which she kept glancing at me, but then I heard the metal staircase swing, and Quynh’s pleasant face and body appeared in small increments. The two of them ordered their drinks, as they were passing the waitress, but when she was gone, Vu hollered downstairs that she should also bring him a pack of ciggies. The two of them sat down across from me; very close to each other, like they already were a couple.

Quynh was wearing a light, pigeon-blue dress with spaghetti-straps and little red flowers, which was probably tailored from the same material as the blouse that she’d been wearing on the day we had gone to the hot springs together. Her bra had translucent plastic straps, which I had never found particularly elegant but, of course, I didn’t say anything. Quynh had a very pleasant face and a stunning young body with relatively large breasts. Vu put his arm on the backrest of her chair, and we smiled at each other; unsure where to begin. I noticed that Quynh’s slightly curly hair had grown longer, so that she now had it tied in a short ponytail. Gone was Prince Valiant.

“Ben, what did you actually do the day Hanh couldn’t go to the hot springs with us?” she inquired, even though she could have asked me that at any time during the last two months.

But perhaps she wanted to see my face when I answered.

“Hanh’s aunt offered me a massage… as a consolation price,” I replied truthfully, wondering how detailed I should describe Quynh our zestful adventure.

“And?! Did you take her up on her offer?” Quynh giggled, and we heard the supple waitress approaching on the rickety spiral staircase with the drinks.

“F’course, I did …” I laughed and lit a ciggie.

Before I would give out relay more information, I watched the young woman’s nimble movements, of course. Traipsing the five yards to the table, balancing the tray, she didn’t spill anything, and I marveled at her small upper body, which provided a stark contrast to mine, for instance, but then also to her own midsection, which was rather womanly. Not that she had wide hips, but she looked a bit like she had been combined from two different people. Her shoulder-length hair was swinging nicely, while her whole teenage body was radiating energy – and sex: not fully grown or developed, but elegant, athletic, and beautiful. A lot like Nhu, actually, Hanh’s petite blind girlfriend.

When the spiffy waitress was looking at Quynh’s breast, I also noticed that Vu’s fingers were peeking out from under her armpit. The waitress blushed, while I thought to myself that – looking at the two of them – they had probably done it already this morning. Or last night. Even though they had just met last Saturday. But sure, why not? Both had just broken up with their respective partners and were a perfect match; age-wise and in other regards as well: He was a musician and an educated forest ranger, who loved nature, while she was an IT person, slightly younger than him. And they had both been looking for new partners and adventures, as nature – and culture – demanded.

The gorgeous server chick had left in the meantime, and I lit another ciggy to celebrate the fact that the chips were falling into place with Vu and Quynh and, also, our project to prepare her a bit for a much bigger gangbang.

“And how was the massage?” Quynh was still curious, and I knew that she basically wanted to know If I had banged Hanh’s aunt.

“Oh, yeah, Ly knows what she’s doing… she reminds me a bit of your mother, by the way…” I laughed.

Quynh was puzzled, as I had never met her mom, but then she remembered that she had once sent me a picture of her. Quynh disagreed, however:

“Really? I don’t know… but then, I’ve never really looked at Hanh’s aunt…” she admitted. “I’ve only been to their house twice…”

Vu was smoking, too, and reading things on his phone, while Quynh and I were talking. Like so many other men, all he needed was something to drink, a ciggy, his phone, and a boob in his hand. Suddenly, I had the vision of Quynh removing her bra and getting her boob out right here at the table, since her dress had an elastic band across her chest. And we were alone, knew each other well, had had sex before, were slated to have a threesome in 30 minutes, and no one could see us. And it would only be her boob, not her pussy. Would she… do it?

“And then, I mean… Ben, did you do it, Ly and you?”

“Oh, yes, of course… quite profusely,” I chortled. “Sure, I mean, she hadn’t had sex for years…” I disclosed, glad that everything had worked out so splendidly with her.

“Like my mother,” Quynh divulged but then blushed; like she realized that she might have gone too far.

Apropos: Quynh had noticed three months ago that several condoms were missing from the desk drawer in her bedroom, while her mom was in exceedingly good spirits. Which led Quynh to the conclusion that her ex-boyfriend Thuan had also banged her mom, which was one of the reasons to break up with him. Although: She had never told me if there had been any solid proof. After all, Quynh’s 18-year-old sister could have used the condoms as well.

“Quynh, I’ve never asked you: But why do you travel so much at work? You’re only 20 and just finished your training…”

Looking at Vu, I was wondering if I should make an effort to bring him into the conversation, but he still seemed rather chipper, texting, receiving and sending messages. His hand had made its way down on her left side to her hip, though.

“I’m the only one who is familiar with the new software… those who trained before me, don’t know much about it, so I gotta teach them… and there are often errors, which I need to fix…”

Well, that made sense, like most of what she said or did.

“But how’s your relationship with Thuan at work?” I was genuinely curious.

That was her ex.

“Oh, we’re avoiding each other… and I’m only there like two or three days a week…”

“Are you actually certain that he banged your mom?” I finally asked her.

“Yeah, she’s kinda admitted it…”

Just when I wanted to inquire if Thuan had also been inside her gorgeous younger sister’s panties, Quynh turned her head, and Vu kissed her. Which was clearly not the first time. Oh man, sure, they had done it several times since Saturday, my inner voice instantly told me.

“I don’t wanna talk to him…” Quynh remarked, in all likelihood talking about her ex.

“Well, and you’ve already found Vu…” I nodded, watching him fondling her left boob again.

“Yeah, we’ve seen each other every day since Saturday…” she admitted, blushing.

“But are you still determined to follow through with this whole gangbang thing; now, that you have met Vu?” I was curious, of course.

Quynh nodded, looking at him: “Yeah, Vu said it’s fine. The two of you have done things like that together, and it’s always been great. So yeah, when Charlie is back in town, we’ll do it all together,” she added surprisingly. “And then we’ll take Hoang into our round as well…” she was confident.

Well, Vu and Hoang had been friends for years, too, and Quynh knew Hoang from work. When she was still together with Emily, the latter had always gotten the key to the old hotel from him. And sure, we all liked Charlie. I wasn’t entirely sure, though, if Vu’s liberal stance wasn’t sparked by his infatuation with my muse Nguyet, who he probably wanted to bang again. But if Quynh had sex with several men, Vu probably thought that he could take a few liberties of his own. I wasn’t sure if Hiroshi Nakamura, Nguyet’s new boss and beau, would condone it, but that was for the four of them to worry about. Not me.

Apparently, the waitress had forgotten his ciggies earlier, as Vu now hollered downstairs again. When the dazzling creature reappeared, I remarked – as I knew she didn’t speak English – that I wanted her to, eventually, join our fracas. Checking her out lustfully, Vu nodded in such a way that I knew that he would get the project on at some point; of course, not today.

“Oh, by the way, I met Charlie in Saigon,” Vu said something for the first time, after which he kissed his new girlfriend again.

Charlie was madly in love with his biological aunt, Yen, who had once jerked him off during a massage at her house, after he had injured his back or leg playing football. Concerned that their desire for each other could wreak havoc among the family, Yen had sent the hapless chap into Nguyet’s arms, so that he could garner sensual experience outside the family, which had worked out splendidly. Eventually, Charlie had even had a wild affair with Quynh’s colleague and girlfriend Emily, during which they had a lot of backdoor sex, as far as I knew, since he wasn’t too fond of her pussy, for some reason.

“Oh, do you know when Charlie’s going to be back in town? He must be on summer-break now…” I asked Vu, as that had ramifications for our beguiling project here.

“He’s still taking classes… he’ll be back in early August, I think…” Vu told me, taking a good, long drag of his ciggy.

“So, and today we’re simply going to the old hotel?” Quynh was suddenly itching.

I wasn’t sure why she asked, as we had already established that.

“Sure… but, yes, frankly, I’ve also been thinking about how we could spice everything up a bit…”

“What do you mean? Sex with two men isn’t spicy enough for me?”

“You said ‘simply’… anyway, I thought we could do a role-play or something…” I suggested.

“And what could that be?!” Quynh was curious.

I already saw in Vu’s face that he wasn’t too fond of the idea. He liked his sexual encounters to be direct and more straightforward.

“Well, it’s a hotel, and we’ve had sex in the maid’s chamber once…” I flashed out what we perhaps could do, without plainly telling her.

Would she put two and two together?

“Ok, I get it: I dress up as maid, but then?!”

“Vu and I take a look at the property, as two real-estate dudes… and then bump into and devour you…” I laughed. “Or something like that… do you have any hidden desires that we could serve, while laying you?” I was genuinely curious. “Mavel has this consensual non-consent thing, where she wants us to keep banging her, even if she says ‘no’…” I offered an example.

Quynh only shook her beautiful head, saying that she just wanted to see what it feels like if, after the first guy had come, there would be another who kept banging her.

“Thuan often came too quickly,” she admitted. “I want to have a dick in my pussy for like an hour… it doesn’t have to be the same one, though…” she giggled.

Well, that made sense, again, but I also had a suspicion that she wanted to feel the power that an attractive young woman can have over a whole group of men. But I didn’t want to ask further, as I certainly would learn more today about her motivation. Vu and I lit another ciggy, but as our drinks were pretty much empty, everything looked like we were going to leave soon. When Vu got up, we followed suit and went downstairs, where he paid. The mind-blowing petite waitress was looking at Vu and me like she was almost waiting for us to hit on her, which made me positive that we eventually would be able to take her with us. Looking at Vu as he was paying, I noticed again how handsome he was; with his sharp, chiseled features and slightly dark skin, but then Quynh took his hand and dragged him away from the shopwindow, like she perfectly understood what was up.

We agreed to get some beer on the way and then drove the last quarter-of-a-mile towards the venue of our debauchery: the old empty Art Deco hotel, which had already seen so much. Still regretting that we weren’t going to engage in some kind of rousing role-play, I opened the gate, and we brought our motorcycles in. In my mind’s eye, I saw Quynh wearing some maid outfit with a skirt and apron, sweeping the steps, perhaps, and then we would bump into her somewhere on the stairs. Her ass would be sweaty, clad in simple underwear, and smell enticingly, and then Vu and I would take her. Wasn’t that better than just saying: ‘Ok, you two: today, you can fuck me as much as you like’?!

With Emily, we had undressed right down here in the lobby, before we had fucked multiple times on our way upstairs, which wasn’t going to happen today, though. But now Quynh asked her new beau when the two of us – him and me – had banged a woman or two together, in one room, for the first time.

“Ben, that was with Phuong and Tuyet at the beach, huh?” he double-checked with me.

I thought about it briefly but then nodded. I lit another ciggie, while the other two curiously didn’t make a move to go upstairs, even though Vu had already taken the bag with the beer and ice off me.

“And when was the next time?” he asked now.

“About a year later, with Nga on her birthday, at her house… that was the day you met Nguyet…”

Now, the two of them were grinning, albeit for different reasons. Quynh knew Nguyet, as they were both working at the same company. She also knew that I’d been having an affair with her for almost five years now. But apparently, it was news to her that Vu also knew her. Sheepishly, Vu admitted that they had had sex: