Chapter 10: A New Turning Point
After two days of living in a whirlwind of lust and passionate emotions with Troc, Linh’s life gradually returned to its normal rhythm. Duc Anh – who had devoted all his heart to his “project”, now completely returned to his busy work. The endless business trips and meetings that lasted until late at night made him a more “absent” husband than ever in bed.
Linh’s children had also started their long summer camp, taking their noise and dynamism with them from the house. Everything suddenly became strangely quiet. Linh had more free time, but this new freedom came with a strange feeling of emptiness. After a series of days of sexual “fullness” with both Duc Anh and Troc, her body was like a river longing to be filled. The desires that had been suppressed were now released, burning stronger than ever. Every night when lying alone in the cold room, the desire surged, burning her. Linh became restless, unable to sleep, her body always felt like it was on fire.
Duc Anh, with his sensitivity, quickly realized the change in Linh. One evening, while on a video call from a faraway city, he looked at Linh, his eyes full of inquiry. “My dear wife, you seem bored lately? My work is too busy, I can’t be with you. Do you want to go out and meet friends to relax?”
Linh hesitated. “What friends? I don’t have anyone here except for a few mothers.”
Duc Anh chuckled, his voice full of suggestion. “Ah, those are the friends you often chat with on Telegram. I think you have fun talking with them. Just go, change the atmosphere sometimes to avoid being stuffy.” He knew clearly who Linh was chatting with, and what his purpose was.
Linh thought. At first, she just thought it was a normal coffee date to relieve stress, to ease the boredom during the days without her husband. She also did not intend to tell Duc Anh about those “strange” friends on Telegram, because she was still a bit shy about those conversations. Now that he suggested it, she thought it made sense. However, deep down, she still thought she would not go. Is it safe to meet a stranger only online?
A few days later, Linh’s sexual cravings became more and more uncontrollable. Duc Anh’s absence from home could not satisfy her needs, making her feel like a smoldering fire without water to extinguish it. She remembered the passionate feelings with Troc, remembered the liberation she had experienced. The urge to satisfy and explore her instincts grew stronger.
In a moment of weakness, Linh opened her phone and looked at the list of friends on Telegram that Duc Anh had mentioned. Her eyes stopped at the name “Trung”. They had been chatting for quite a while, Trung was a doctor with a witty, intelligent voice and always appeared polite and respectful. Linh mustered up the courage to text Duc Anh, who was on a flight after a long business trip.
“Honey, are you home yet? I… can I go meet a friend?” Linh typed the message, her palms sweating. She still didn’t dare to say who she had talked to about sex, let alone a strange man.
Duc Anh read the message, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips. Everything was going according to his plan. He quickly replied. “Oh, I’m home, honey. Go ahead and relax. Oh, remember to bring a condom, honey, who knows there might be a surprise haha!” Duc Anh also added a mischievous smiley face icon.
Linh read the message, her face turned red. What was he thinking? He had to bring a condom to meet his friends? She pushed the thought out of her mind, thinking that Duc Anh was just teasing her. We’re just going to have coffee! Linh decided to ignore his teasing.
The person Linh was about to meet was Dr. Trung, a scholarly man with glasses and a gentle smile, exactly Linh’s type. Trung was a famous doctor, and the connection between him and Linh was not accidental. It was Duc Anh who had given Trung Linh’s contact information a long time ago, with the original plan of arranging a threesome between Linh, Trung and Duc Anh. They had talked to each other quite a lot online, but had not had the opportunity to meet in person.
Immediately after receiving Linh’s consent message, Trung texted Duc Anh. “Boss, it’s ok. Linh has agreed to meet me. I’m ready.”
Duc Anh read Trung’s message, his heart was pounding with excitement. This was the first time Linh dared to meet another man without him, a big step in her journey of discovering her instincts. He felt extremely excited, a current of electricity running down his spine. He was pleased that Linh had gradually opened up more, even though she still did not dare to be completely honest with him about her true intentions.
“Okay, fine,” Duc Anh replied. “Remember to do all the tests, to be absolutely safe. I don’t want to take any risks.” Trung immediately happily agreed, assuring that everything would be done carefully. Duc Anh knew Trung was a discreet and trustworthy person.
The meeting took place at a quiet, classic-style coffee shop. Linh arrived early, feeling restless. When Trung appeared, she was a little surprised. He was more scholarly than she thought, with neat hair, glasses and a gentle smile. Exactly her type.
At first, Linh was quite shy, she only dared to answer Trung’s questions briefly. But Trung was a very clever and witty person. He started telling funny stories about work, about life, and quickly broke the awkward atmosphere. Linh gradually opened up, she started giggling and joined the conversation naturally. Trung always knew how to compliment her subtly, making Linh feel appreciated and attracted.
After the coffee, Trung suggested, “Let’s go for a few drinks? I know a small bar in the old town, the atmosphere is very romantic.” Linh hesitated for a moment, but then Trung’s eyes were full of invitation and her curiosity was aroused. She nodded.
In the dimly lit bar, the melodious jazz music made the atmosphere more romantic and seductive. Trung began to make more delicate touches. His hand gently touched hers when he handed her a glass of wine, his fingers lightly brushed the back of her hand when he explained about a certain wine. His compliments also became bolder, aimed at her physical beauty. “Linh, you are so beautiful. I have never seen a woman as attractive as you.”
Linh’s desire began to surge strongly. After days of drought, her body seemed to be coming back to life, every cell. She felt hot, her cheeks flushed. Linh drank glass after glass of wine, she knew she was drunk but she didn’t want to stop.
“You look drunk,” Trung whispered in her ear, his voice deep and seductive. “Let me take you to the bathroom to wash your face.”
Linh nodded weakly. Trung helped her into the bar’s restroom. As soon as the door closed, he pushed her against the wall, his lips passionately finding hers. Linh was a bit surprised at first, but then she quickly responded, her arms tightly hugging his neck, her lips sucking tightly, her tongue instinctively wrapping around his. The kiss was deep, passionate, full of desire. A soft moan escaped from Linh’s throat as Trung gently rubbed her bare back. Trung continuously updated Duc Anh on all developments via Telegram, each message was accompanied by a few keywords describing Linh’s passion.
After a passionate kiss in the restroom, Trung and Linh quickly left the bar. Without words, both knew their next destination was a hotel in the old town, a place that could satisfy their burning desire.
Entering the room, the door had just closed when Trung pulled Linh into his arms, continuing the passionate kisses. His hands quickly took off her coat, then slowly took off her skirt to reveal the thin lace underwear inside. Linh shivered slightly, she did not resist, only moaned softly when Trung bent down to kiss her bare shoulder. Trung gently took off the rest of her skirt, leaving Linh completely naked in front of him. Linh stood there, her body full of desire, her big breasts bouncing with each gasp, her pussy wet, tight, and eager in anticipation. She gently raised her hand to cover her chest, a weak reaction of the last bit of shyness, but her eyes shone with invitation, a tacit consent.
Trung understood, he was not in a hurry. He took Linh to the edge of the bed, gently helped her lie down. He began to massage Linh’s whole body with skillful techniques. His hands gently slid over every curve of her body, from her slender shoulders, down to her soft back and then caressed her plump buttocks. The seemingly unintentional touches were like small flames, igniting Linh’s lustful blood. When his fingers lightly brushed her erect nipples, Linh moaned softly, her whole body jerked. The numb feeling spread throughout her body.
Then Trung’s hand slid down, gently rubbing her inner thigh and touching her wet pussy. Linh gasped, her legs closed slightly unconsciously but then slowly opened, as if in invitation. Trung continued to massage, his fingers moving skillfully, rubbing gently, stimulating every most sensitive nerve. Linh moaned continuously, her body writhed in arcs following his every touch. She felt like she was melting, every cell was aflame. The desire that had been suppressed for so long, now exploded like a volcano.
When he felt Linh was completely ready, Trung slowly entered. Linh arched her body, a loud moan escaped from her throat, hoarse with pleasure. The feeling of being filled after many days of longing really exploded, numbing to the bone marrow. She squeezed Trung tightly, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, thrusting strongly, pushing and shoving with each of his thrusts. Linh no longer had any shyness. She moaned, the most lewd moans escaped her mouth, without any restraint. “Harder, Trung! Deeper! I’m so happy! It feels so good!” She pushed herself, wanting him deeper, harder. She bit Trung’s shoulder lightly, her hands tightened around his back, pushing and shoving with each of his thrusts. The sound of skin colliding “slurp, slap”, Linh’s panting, lewd moans mixed together to create a sound of crazy stimulation. She felt like she was completely liberated, living fully with her instincts.
The traditional position on the bed was not enough to satisfy Linh. She took the initiative to turn over, kneeling in the doggy position, revealing her plump, beckoning ass. Trung did not hesitate, he entered from behind, each thrust deeper and more decisive. Linh arched her body, her hands gripped the bed frame tightly, her moans now turned into lewd screams, not inferior to when she was with Troc or Duc Anh. “Ah! So good! I’m dying! Trung, you’re so good!” Her voice echoed in the room, not hiding anything. Trung pulled her up again, letting her ride on him, her slim waist undulating with each provocative movement. Her pussy continuously squeezed and squeezed his cock, her big breasts shook and bounced with each beat. Linh leaned close to Trung’s ear, whispering lewd words, inviting him to be bolder. She really got into the act of pampering her lover completely, without any barriers. She even took the initiative to lie face down on the bed, her two hands holding tightly to the headboard, beckoning Trung to enter from behind, completely exposing her lust.
On the other side of the screen, Duc Anh witnessed the whole process through a Facetime call with Trung’s phone, which Trung secretly placed in a hidden corner where Linh would not notice. He watched Linh’s every move, every moan, every expression on her face. His cock was hard and aching, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to look at Linh, wanted to see her let go, wanted to see her be extremely satisfied. He moaned along with Linh’s moans and then jerked himself off, the feeling of excitement spreading throughout his body. He was extremely satisfied, knowing that Linh was completely absorbed in this game.
After their first lovemaking session, Trung and Linh fell asleep in each other’s arms, tired but satisfied. Time passed, Linh woke up when she felt Trung sucking her breasts gently and affectionately. A jolt of electricity ran down her spine, her desire flared up even more intensely than the first time. The round, erect nipples in his mouth made her shiver, a soft moan escaped her.
They rushed into each other again, making love even more passionately than before. Linh completely revealed her lust without hiding anything. She took the initiative to change positions, inviting Trung to explore every corner of her body. “Trung… I want… I want more…” Her voice was full of desire. The lovemaking took place on the bed, then Linh took the initiative to pull Trung to move to the balcony, where she could see the street below and a cleaning lady sweeping in the distance. In that moment, Linh felt a challenge, an absolute freedom. She turned her back to Trung, letting him enter from behind. She bounced hard, moaning the most lewd sounds, as if wanting the whole world to know she was being satisfied. Each of Trung’s thrusts made her moan each lewd “ah… ah… ah…” sound, her lubricant dripping onto the balcony floor. The cool night wind blew across her bare skin, further increasing the feeling of excitement.
They ended up in the bathroom, under a warm shower. Trung and Linh washed each other tenderly, their hands touching gently and affectionately. The scent of sex mixed with the sweet scent of soap. Linh leaned her head on Trung’s shoulder, feeling both tired and satisfied. When the sky was bright, Trung took Linh home. He kissed her goodbye on the lips, a lingering kiss.
Linh walked into the house, tired but her face still had a look of satisfaction. She opened her phone and saw a message from Duc Anh: “Honey, did you sleep well? I miss you so much.”
Linh looked at the message, a moment of hesitation flashed through her mind. Should she tell Duc Anh everything? Tell him about the meeting, about what happened, about her indulgence? Part of her wanted to confess, to share everything because it was a strong and new experience for her. But then, shyness, mixed with a little fear of having to face the lewd words she had said and the secret excitement that was still there made her hesitate. She decided not to tell him right now. She wanted to wait for another occasion, when they were close to each other, when she could look into his eyes and confess everything. She wanted to see his reaction, wanted to feel his acceptance directly, instead of through the phone screen.
Linh smiled, a secret smile. She shyly typed a reply message: “I’m so tired, let me sleep a little more.” She still thought Duc Anh didn’t know anything about what had happened.
On the other side of the screen, Duc Anh was sitting in his office, taking a sip of coffee and opening the videos saved from last night. He reviewed every moment, every moan, every lewd gesture of Linh. A satisfied and triumphant smile appeared on his lips. Everything was going as he had planned. Linh had taken another big step on the path of self-discovery, and that was what he had always wanted. He knew, this was just the beginning.