The story revolves around the journey of Dieu Linh – an innocent primary school teacher, from innocence to being caught up in a world of temptation and lust. Through her love for Duc Anh, Linh gradually discovers and faces daring games. (The story contains elements of cuckolding, incest , and group sex , please consider before reading)
Chapter 1: Reminiscing the Past – Meeting and Origin
The 28th floor apartment at Royal City was bathed in soft yellow light, reflecting on the wall with a few family photos, creating a warm atmosphere in the middle of the night. The large glass doors opened to the sparkling interior scene, in the distance was the cool green park and the sparkling swimming pool of the luxury urban area. Linh had just put her two children – the older one was six years old, the younger one was four years old – to sleep soundly in their own room, her sweet lullaby still echoing. She walked out to the living room, wearing a thin pink silk nightgown that hugged her body, her seductive curves were faintly visible through the fabric, the scent of sexy YSL perfume lingering. Duc Anh was scrolling through his phone on the sofa, looking up at her, his eyes burning with both love and desire. After eight years together, Linh had transformed from a pure elementary school teacher in a small town into a seductive woman, ready to join him in daring games.
Linh caught his eyes and smiled mischievously: “What are you looking at so passionately, my dear husband? What are you trying to do to me?” Her voice was sweet, her eyes sparkling with teasing. She walked over and gently sat on his lap, her arms around his neck, her chest pressed against his shirt. Her hair was loose to her shoulders, a few strands of hair were loose, making him want to pull her into his arms. Duc Anh hugged her waist, his hand slid down to her butt through the thin silk, whispering: “My wife looks like this, how can I stand it?” Linh blushed, and turned away: “You’re so naughty, the baby is still in the room!” But her eyes sparkled, her hand gently pinched his shoulder, as if in tacit agreement.
Duc Anh kissed her neck, his lips gliding over her smooth skin, smelling the feminine perfume: “They’re fast asleep, don’t worry.” His hand slipped through the silk, touching her chest, feeling her nipples gradually harden. Linh moaned softly, her soft body gently bending with each touch. He pulled her closer, his lips finding hers, the kiss deepening passionately. His hand reached down, lifting the silk skirt, touching the warm skin between her thighs. Linh breathed heavily, her eyes sparkling, not resisting but responding by hugging his neck tightly.
Duc Anh gently laid Linh down on the sofa, the thin silk slid off her shoulders to reveal her full breasts. He kissed from her neck down to her chest, his lips brushing over her rosy nipples, making her arch her back and moan softly. “You… be gentle, I’m afraid the baby will wake up,” Linh whispered, but her voice trembled with pleasure. He smiled, his hand reaching down to pull down her thin lace panties, touching the already wet spot. He slowly explored, his fingers moving rhythmically, making Linh clutch his shoulders, her breathing quickening.
Duc Anh took off his shirt, revealing his strong body, then pulled her into his arms, letting her sit on him. Linh wriggled, her hips moving instinctively, feeling him through his thin pants. Duc Anh didn’t wait any longer, he gently put her on her back, slowly thrusting into her, making her moan softly, trying to hold back. They blended in the soft yellow light, soft moans mixed with rapid breathing. He gradually increased the pace, his hands squeezing her butt, pulling her closer until they both reached climax, Linh trembled in his arms, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-closed.
After that moment, Linh lay snugly in his arms, her silk dress disheveled, her breathing gradually even. Duc Anh stroked her hair, his heart filled with satisfaction and daring thoughts. This apartment, which they had just bought, was the ideal home with a spacious living room, a modern kitchen, and a balcony overlooking the sparkling pool. On weekends, they took their children to the park, had dinner at the underground shopping mall – a dream life.
Tonight, a late cup of coffee made it difficult for Duc Anh to sleep. He sat scrolling through his phone, his mind drifting back to the summer of 2018, the first day he met Linh in China. The image of her in a red strapless dress, her full breasts clearly visible.
In the summer of 2018, China was a peaceful little town. Duc Anh, 28 years old, a Hanoi boy working as a manager for a logistics company, had a busy job but every weekend he took the bus to China just to meet Linh. Dieu Linh, 23 years old, had just graduated from a teacher training school and was teaching on a contract at an elementary school. She was petite but had an attractive body: full breasts, slim waist, round buttocks, smooth white skin. Her delicate face with sparkling eyes and sweet voice made everyone fall in love.
They met at a farewell party for a friend of Duc Anh’s before he went to study abroad in Japan. The small restaurant in the town center was crowded, with laughter and clinking glasses. Duc Anh sat at the corner of the table, sipping his beer, his eyes absentminded. Then Linh walked in, as if stopping the world. She wore a tight, red, strapless dress, highlighting her full breasts and perfect curves. The short skirt reached mid-thigh, showing off her slender legs and round butt. With each step, her breasts shook slightly, attracting all eyes. Linh wore light makeup, bright red lipstick, and shoulder-length hair, both innocent and seductive. Duc Anh swallowed, his heart pounding.
Linh sat next to a friend who was chatting and laughing, her voice as sweet as honey. She sipped her beer, looked up and looked around, her eyes met Duc Anh’s. Linh blushed slightly, looked down, but her smile made him know she wasn’t upset. Without hesitation, Duc Anh picked up his beer and walked over, his heart pounding. “Hello, I’m Duc Anh, Hung’s friend. Are you his friend?” He smiled warmly, his eyes trying not to stick to her chest. Linh looked up, her voice soft: “Yes, I’m Linh, Hung’s classmate. Are you from Hanoi?” “Yes, I came to see my brother off, but with all these lovely people in China, I’ll have to go to China more often, haha” Duc Anh winked. Linh smiled, her cheeks bright red, her eyes shy but full of attraction.
They talked about mutual friends, the town of China, and Linh’s work. She told him about her naughty students and her first days of teaching, her voice full of life. Duc Anh listened, occasionally his eyes glancing down at her chest, imagining touching her skin. When Linh bent down to pick up the fallen towel, she accidentally let her dress slip down, revealing the edge of her black lace bra and a glimpse of her pink nipples. Duc Anh swallowed, trying to stay calm, but in his mind he was already imagining him pulling her into a hidden corner.
That night, Duc Anh asked for Linh’s phone number. On the bus back to Hanoi, he couldn’t sleep, his mind was full of images of her in a strapless dress, her breasts shaking every time she laughed. He imagined daring things, the feeling was both pleasurable and strange, as if he wanted her to not only belong to him.
Their relationship progressed rapidly. Duc Anh often went to China, took Linh out to eat, went for walks, or sat listening to her stories in a roadside cafe. Linh was gentle, thoughtful, but also had a playful side. Those moments made Duc Anh both love and be curious about another side of her.
As a young, beautiful teacher, Linh was sometimes assigned by the principal to receive inspection teams. The drinking and karaoke parties lasted until late at night, where young teachers like Linh had to attend with officials and officials. Linh always said that she only drank and sang, not going beyond the limit, but every time he picked her up, seeing her disheveled dress and exposed breasts, Duc Anh could not help but be suspicious.
One time, Linh wore an elegant, tight black dress with a low neckline that accentuated her soft curves. Duc Anh drove her to a luxurious restaurant where the inspection team was dining. He sat waiting at a nearby cafe, his eyes turned toward the glass door, and saw Linh sitting among several middle-aged men, laughing and raising their glasses. An elderly man, who looked like a high-ranking official, repeatedly patted her on the shoulder and pulled her closer. Linh smiled, but her eyes looked forced.
Late at night, Linh walked out, her legs wobbly, her eyes hazy, her skirt falling down, revealing the edge of her lace bra. Duc Anh quickly supported her, his heart burning with anger: “I… you’re so drunk…” Linh leaned against him, her tongue slurring, the smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of perfume. “Let me take you home,” he said, but inside he was both jealous and excited. On the way, Linh dozed off, her head leaning against his back. Duc Anh imagined her in the karaoke room, being groped, forced to drink, and even more. Those images made him both heartbroken and unable to contain his desire.
From then on, Duc Anh realized that he was not only jealous but also stimulated by fantasies about Linh. He deliberately asked about the receptions, but she always insisted that nothing happened. The more Linh denied, the more he imagined, imagining her being forced into daring situations in the karaoke room. Those thoughts made him both jealous and irresistible.
One time, after picking Linh up from a reception, Duc Anh couldn’t hold back. He took her back to his room, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her passionately. Linh was drunk, but still responded, her arms around his neck. He pulled off her skirt to reveal her black lace lingerie, her full breasts popping out, her pink nipples inviting. He pressed her down on the bed, tore off her thin lace panties, and touched her wet spot. “Are you happy?” he whispered, his fingers caressing her nipples. Linh moaned softly: “I… have…” She arched her back, her cheeks red, as if embarrassed but not resisting. Duc Anh made love to her, slowly, each stroke making her tremble. He imagined her with someone else, moaning with pleasure. He wanted to say it, wanted to suggest that someone else touch her, but held back. He reached climax, the feeling of intense pleasure. Linh lay in his arms, panting, not knowing that the thoughts in his head were the beginning of a new journey.
Their relationship grew deeper and deeper. Duc Anh loved Linh’s gentleness and thoughtfulness, loved the way she took care of him. Linh also loved him, felt his protection and sincerity. But in Duc Anh’s heart, another desire grew. He wanted to possess her, but also wanted to see her show her charm to others. He hid it because he was afraid Linh would avoid him, afraid she would think he was a pervert.
After five months of dating, Duc Anh proposed to Linh during a romantic dinner in China. He knelt down and presented a simple engagement ring. Linh cried and hugged him, saying yes. She did not know that, in addition to love, he was also driven by the desire to discover another side of her after marriage.
The wedding took place in the winter of 2017, at Duc Anh’s family home in the suburbs of Hanoi. The wedding party was simple but bustling, with dozens of tables in the yard, laughter resounding everywhere. Linh in a white wedding dress, her breasts peeking out from the lace, her bright smile making Duc Anh unable to take his eyes off her. He looked at her, both happy and excited, knowing that she was now his wife, and also the one who would join him in the fun he was cherishing.
After the party, while the guests were still chatting in the yard, Duc Anh led Linh into the bridal chamber to rest. In the small room, the scent of wedding flowers wafted in, the half-closed windows let in laughter from the yard. Linh, still in her wedding dress, sat on the bed, her cheeks rosy from the wine from the party. Duc Anh closed the door, hugged her from behind, “My dear wife, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hand squeezing her breasts through her lace dress. Linh was shy: “Husband… everyone’s still out there…” But she didn’t push him away, just pursed her lips and her eyes sparkled.
He pulled her down, kissed her lips, his tongue began to explore. Pulling up Linh’s skirt, revealing her white lace lingerie, Duc Anh reached out to remove the pads, causing her full breasts to pop out. He kissed from her chest down to her stomach, causing Linh to moan softly, trying to hold back for fear of being heard. “Are you happy?” he asked, his fingers touching the wet spot. Linh moaned softly: “I… have…” she gripped the bed sheet, eyes half-closed.
Duc Anh made love to her slowly, the laughter from the yard increasing the excitement. During the climax, he whispered: “Honey, if I let my friend come in here with you, how would you feel? It would be much better.” Linh stopped, pushed him away, her voice trembling: “What did you say, husband? Why did you say that? You are my wife!” Her eyes were both angry and scared. Duc Anh smiled, kissed her, and soothed: “I was just joking, my dear wife. You are mine alone.” Linh breathed a sigh of relief but her eyes were still suspicious. She hugged him, whispering: “Don’t say that, I don’t like it. I only want you.”
Duc Anh nodded, but the excitement in his heart did not decrease. He made love more vigorously, imagining her with someone else right in this room, while the guests were still outside in the yard. He reached climax, the feeling was intense. Linh lay in his arms, her wedding dress in disarray, not knowing that what he said was not just a joke, but the beginning of a new journey.