Chapter 2: Present and Journey of Discovery
Duc Anh stood in the kitchen, the soft white light from the refrigerator shining on his face as he helped his wife get a bottle of cold water. The children were fast asleep in the next room, the only sound remaining was the hum of the air conditioner. From the small office, Linh was livestreaming to sell lingerie for an online shop, her voice was chirping, a bit flirtatious as she introduced a new lace model, mixed with soft music. Duc Anh smiled, his heart filled with love and desire.
He walked to the office door, his eyes stopped at Linh. She was wearing a thin white shirt, the top few buttons undone, revealing a deep cleavage, combined with a tight pencil skirt, highlighting her round buttocks. The scent of jasmine perfume wafted through, evoking an irresistible charm. Linh looked up and saw him, smiled, she walked to the door, and whispered mischievously into his ear: “Honey, what are you standing there for? Come in and model for your wife!” Her voice was sweet, her eyes sparkling with teasing. Turning off the livestream, Linh stood up and walked closer to him, her hand gently touching his chest through his T-shirt, whispering: “Or do you want something else?”
Duc Anh held her hand and pulled her gently into his embrace, feeling her soft body through the fabric: “Guess what my husband wants?” Linh laughed, leaned away, and said flirtatiously: “You’re always like that, the baby just fell asleep!” But her eyes lit up, her cheeks were slightly pink, her hands clutched his shoulders. He kissed her forehead, smelled her sweet perfume, his hands slid down to her waist, and whispered: “My wife sold so well today, I have to reward her.” Linh pursed her lips and glanced at him: “We still don’t know who’s rewarding who!”
He led her out to the balcony, the cool night breeze blew through, carrying the scent of grass and trees. Duc Anh hugged Linh from behind, his arms around her waist, his lips brushing the nape of her neck: “The baby is sleeping soundly, don’t worry.” Linh leaned her back against him, breathing softly: “Husbands always have reasons.” But she didn’t push him away, her body relaxed, her chest heaving through her thin shirt.
He turned Linh around, his tongue entwined with hers, his hand unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her full breasts through the black lace. Linh moaned softly, her arms around his neck: “You… what if someone sees you out here…” Duc Anh did not answer, reaching out to turn off the light on the balcony. He pulled her skirt up, his hand touching the already wet place, his fingers moving rhythmically. Linh clutched his shoulder, whispering: “You… you…” Her cheeks were bright red, her breathing was rapid, her body trembling slightly under the dim light from the living room.
Duc Anh put Linh down, gently turned her around so that she could hold onto the railing, her skirt pulled up to her waist, revealing her round buttocks. He took off his T-shirt to reveal his toned body, then pulled down her panties, his hand gently caressing her thighs. Linh arched her back, moaning softly: “I… take it slow…” He stood behind her and slowly entered, thrusting lightly, each stroke making her tremble, her breasts shaking, her hands gripping the railing tightly. Occasionally, he reached out and gently squeezed her big breasts through the lace, feeling her nipples harden, making Linh arch her back, moaning softly: “Honey… I’m so happy…”
While thrusting hard, Duc Anh whispered, his voice hoarse and full of excitement: “Imagine if Mr. Troc stood here and watched me fuck you like this, he would probably rush in right away, right? Mr. Troc, come fuck this bitch with me, let her suck your cock!” Linh seemed to be used to her husband’s dirty words , she neither supported nor objected, just joined in her own way: “Honey… you’re so good…” She moaned softly with pleasure, her hips bucked strongly, her pussy squeezed tightly, her juices flowed down her thighs, sparkling under the dim light. Duc Anh increased the pace, his hand squeezed her ass, growling: “Your wife is so slutty, Mr. Troc is about to lose it, shoot all into my wife’s mouth.” Linh moaned softly, only calling: “Honey… take it slow…” Her body trembled, her breasts vibrated with the rhythm, as if immersed in pleasure.
They climaxed at the same time, Linh arched her back, moaning softly: “You… I’m coming…” Her hands gripped the railing tightly, sweat glistening on her white skin. Duc Anh ejaculated deep inside her, the feeling of pleasure surged. After that moment, Linh leaned against the railing, her shirt disheveled, panting. She turned around, her cheeks red, glaring at him: “Husband, you’re talking nonsense again, I don’t like that!” Her voice was angry and flirtatious, her eyes sparkling as if she wanted to hide her excitement. Duc Anh smiled, kissing her lips: “This whole year, husband, I thought you were used to it. But it seems like when you mention my brother, my wife comes out more haha”. Linh was shy, pouting: “Husband, try not to mention it, I still come out as usual”
He led her to the sofa in the living room, both of them lay down, the LED light from the nearby wine cabinet shone on her sparkling body. Duc Anh thought about recent days, when Linh became more and more confident, from the way she livestreamed to sell products, charming customers with her smile, to the way she teased him when trying on new lingerie, her eyes sparkling with challenge. Her boldness on the balcony just now made him both love and excite, sparking new ideas for their journey.
He pulled Linh into his arms, his hand gliding across her chest, whispering: “Peter is awake again.” Linh laughed, lightly punching his chest: “You’re so greedy, let me rest!” Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks rosy, as if still immersed in the aftertaste. Linh rested her head on his chest, breathing evenly, gradually falling asleep. He stroked her hair, his mind drifting back to the first year of their marriage, when he persuaded Linh to try having sex with another man. The ticking of the clock brought him back to the days of 2018, when Linh was still shy about the ideas she once called “perverted”.
The memories emerged clearly, starting from the nights in the small room in Hanoi, where Linh nestled against his chest, her cheeks rosy after shy lovemaking sessions. After the wedding day, when Duc Anh revealed his bold idea and was called a pervert by her, he knew he had to slow down. Linh was gentle and indulgent to him, but also had her own principles that could not be broken overnight. He used affection and persuasion, just like when he conquered her from the first meeting.
During the nights of lovemaking, Duc Anh whispered: “My dear wife, let’s try it, I promise you’ll enjoy it more, I guarantee everything is safe.” Linh shook her head, worried: “I’m afraid… afraid you won’t love me anymore, afraid we won’t be able to stop.” Her sparkling eyes softened his heart, but he didn’t give up, knowing that under Linh’s pure appearance there was a smoldering charm, shown through the way she moaned during lovemaking, her eyes sparkling when he aroused her during climax.
He prolonged the foreplay, kissing all over her body, licking every centimeter of her ivory body, making her crazy, “Slowly… my love…” When she was about to climax, he whispered, “Imagine someone else making you happy with me, how wonderful it would be.” Linh blushed and shook her head, “I only want you alone…” But her body reacted more strongly, her lubricant flowed more. He gently suggested, telling imaginary stories about her to strangers. Linh initially scolded, “What a strange fantasy, husband!” But she gradually got into it, moaning more lustfully when he provoked her.
After reaching the peak, Linh lay in his arms, his eyes torn between morality and lust. He stroked her hair and whispered: “I just want us to be happier, want you to be confident in your charm.” Linh pursed her lips, her eyes softened, as if opening her heart to once taboo ideas.
After nearly a year, one night after climax, Linh whispered: “If you want, I… will please you once. But I choose the person, and I won’t force you. If you don’t like it, I promise not to force you, okay?” Duc Anh hugged her tightly, kissed her lips: “I promise, my dear wife. Everything is up to you to decide.”
He searched for a partner on thiendia, and there was one person who impressed him the most. Loveyou – a 32-year-old office worker, scholarly, polite, Linh’s type. Like him, Loveyou had no experience with someone, but was open-minded and respected boundaries. “If Linh agrees, I will do everything naturally,” Loveyou texted. Duc Anh sent Linh a photo of Loveyou: tall, gentle-faced, wearing glasses with a warm smile. Linh blushed and whispered: “He looks okay… but I’m shy.” He encouraged: “Just chat, if it doesn’t work out, then stop, it’s okay.”
Linh texted Loveyou, initially sending discreet photos: tight dresses, thin silk pajamas. Gradually becoming bolder, she sent photos of black lace lingerie with her breasts barely visible, revealing her smooth white thighs. Loveyou replied: “Linh, you are irresistibly sexy.” Linh blushed, her hands shaking, glancing at Duc Anh: “My husband has spoiled me, I am so embarrassed!” But Duc Anh only encouraged her to continue, to explore her charm.
In a month, everything turned from normal life stories to steamy sex chats . Linh described how she wanted to be caressed, Loveyou replied: “I want to kiss all over your body, make you crazy with pleasure.” Linh blushed, her body reacted, her hands shook as she typed her reply. Duc Anh read the messages, excited to see his wife sex chatting with strangers.
They arranged to meet at a coffee shop on Nguyen Huu Huan Street, Hanoi, a cozy space, soft yellow lights, fragrant coffee smell. Linh wore a dark blue dress, low neckline showing off her perfect curves, red lipstick, loose hair, both feminine but no less seductive. She held Duc Anh’s hand, trembling: “I’m so nervous…” He whispered: “Calm down, I’m here.”
Loveyou came, wearing a white shirt and trousers, and a gentle smile. He shook Duc Anh’s hand and looked at Linh: “Hello Linh, you’re much prettier than in the photo.” Linh blushed and mumbled: “Yes, thank you…” She sat, her hands clutching her skirt, her eyes looking at the smoothie. The conversation was awkward at first, Linh answered briefly. Loveyou tried to keep a sense of humor, he talked about his work, asked about Linh’s shop. Duc Anh led the way, telling about memories when he first met Linh, making the atmosphere less tense.
Linh gradually opened up, smiling brightly when Loveyou teased: “Linh’s shop must be doing well, seeing you like this, it would be strange if customers weren’t fascinated.” Linh burst out laughing, glancing at Duc Anh: “But I still couldn’t invite Loveyou to buy anything!” Duc Anh laughed, excited when he saw Loveyou infatuated with Linh, not only because of her body but also because of her gentleness and sparkling eyes.
Seeing Linh relaxed, Duc Anh suggested: “Sitting in coffee shops all the time is boring, why don’t we go to a hotel to play cards for fun?” Linh blushed, nodded slightly: “Yes… that’s fine.” Loveyou smiled, her eyes eager. They left the shop, walked out onto the street, the yellow light shone on Linh’s dress, making her stand out. Duc Anh held her hand, feeling her hand tremble.
They went to a nearby hotel, chose two rooms on a high floor, white silk bed sheets, red velvet curtains, dim lights, soft ballad music. Duc Anh opened a bottle of wine, poured three glasses, smiled: “Playing cards without wine is boring!” Linh sipped, her cheeks rosy, her eyes sparkling.
They played thirteen, the cards fell on the silk sheets, laughter rang out. Linh relaxed, giggling when Loveyou teased: “Linh plays so poorly, always losing to you!” She glared: “You cheated, right?” Loveyou touched Linh’s hand when dealing the cards, she blushed, but did not avoid. Duc Anh suggested: “Or the loser should take off his clothes, for fun!” Linh glared at him, sulking: “That’s not fair!” But she agreed “just take off a little”. After a few rounds, Linh was left in only black lace underwear, her chest barely visible. Loveyou and Duc Anh were shirtless. Linh shrank, hugging her chest: “You two stop looking at me, I’m shy…”
Suddenly Duc Anh pinned her down on the bed, kissed her deeply, his hand groping her chest, “Husband…husband, what are you doing?” He signaled, Loveyou knelt between Linh’s legs and pulled down her panties, revealing her now wet pussy. He bent down and licked her gently, his hand stroking along her thighs, making her tremble. Linh struggled: “Don’t… I… take it slow” Her hips wriggled, her juices flowed out, her hands gripped the bed sheet tightly. Loveyou whispered: “Let me love you?” Linh didn’t respond, only low moans in her mouth. She pursed her lips, closed her eyes, struggling but seemingly unable to resist.
Loveyou slowly entered, gently thrusting, his hand fondling her nipple, his eyes infatuated. Linh moaned: “you…” She arched her body, her pussy contracted, her breasts shook rhythmically. Duc Anh took off his pants, bringing his penis to Linh’s mouth. She sucked gently, slowly moving back and forth to let his penis go deep into her mouth, her eyes half-closed.
Linh lay on her back, her breasts shaking, her legs resting on her lover’s shoulders. Loveyou still slowly thrusted, her hands caressing her full breasts, whispering: “You’re so beautiful…” Duc Anh got out of bed, walked over to the small table and chair nearby, reached for the phone and pressed record. Loveyou leaned forward to kiss Linh, making love gently, her passionate eyes making her moan nonstop. Duc Anh watched the two of them making love, both excited and jealous, but the jealousy made him hornier than ever.
They changed positions, Linh kneeled doggy, Loveyou thrust from behind, his hand squeezing her ass, each thrust made her tremble “Slowly… I…” Duc Anh put the camera on the table, moved in front of Linh to let her suck, his hand stroking her hair: “Very good, my dear wife”. Linh mumbled in her mouth, moaning meaningless words. Loveyou stroked her back: “Are you happy?” “I… yes…” She arched her body, reaching orgasm.
In the ecstasy, Linh became bolder than before, she sat on Loveyou, bouncing lightly, her breasts shaking: “Oh… honey… husband, wife… wife…” Loveyou used both hands to squeeze her breasts, his eyes filled with desire. Linh bent down very low, her tongue lightly licking her lover’s nipples, making him happy. They changed to the traditional position, Loveyou thrusted hard, Linh moaned: “I’m going to cum…” The climax was when Linh knelt between the two, taking turns sucking each cock, her hands gently stroking, the moans in her mouth could not escape. Duc Anh and Loveyou shot their semen on her face, each stream of semen flowing down to her sparkling breasts. Linh sucked clean the two cocks that had gradually gone limp “I’m so tired… you two are taking so long…” Her cheeks were flushed, her body seemed to be trembling.
Linh was tired, lying on the bed, her chest heaving, sweat glistening. She closed her eyes, a dreamy smile on her face. Duc Anh signaled Loveyou to leave the room, he nodded, his eyes still passionate. Duc Anh lay next to Linh, stroking her hair, thinking about the more daring games he had planned for a long time.
The clock pulled him back to reality. He opened his laptop, on Telegram was a conversation with the nickname pxnn: “Brother, my wife seems ready. I’ve reminded her several times but I can see her body clearly reacting even though she still won’t admit it.” Troc replied: “Are you sure, we only have one chance, we have to make everything as natural as possible.” Duc Anh smiled, imagining Linh on the upcoming trip, imagining Linh moaning under the strange cock in HA, where he and pxnn prepared a big “surprise” for her. He closed his laptop, hugged Linh, his hands gliding along every curve, dreaming about a stimulating future.