Chapter 25 – Crossing the Boundary
The living room was dead silent. The glass door outside was pitch black, the yellow light bulb shining on the wooden floor. The alcohol was still strong on Linh’s tongue, her heart was pounding as if it was about to burst out of her chest. Hung’s hand was still on her thigh, trembling but not moving away. Duc Anh sat opposite, leaning back in his chair, his eyes as calm as the surface of the lake but shining brightly below.
– Honey, relax. Tonight it’s just me and Hung. No one will judge you – His voice was soft, as light as a lullaby but as deep as fire.
Linh turned to look at her husband. There was no anger in his eyes, just a dangerous light – as if he was paving the way for her to enter. She hesitated, then met Hung’s eyes. His face was flushed with alcohol, his gaze fixed on her lips. A blank space flashed in Linh’s mind, and she leaned away.
The kiss was trembling, at first just a light touch but then gradually became heavier, deeper. The smell of alcohol, man and perfume mixed together. Linh’s body trembled as Hung’s hand tightened.
Duc Anh put the glass of wine down on the table, the “click” sound echoed softly like a full stop.
– Yes honey. Let me see how you burn.
Linh’s breath was ragged. She heard herself let out a thin sound, as if someone had just untied the rope around her chest. Hung’s hand went deeper, he no longer caressed her back but slid under the silk, squeezing one of her plump buttocks. Linh jumped, instead of pushing away, she arched her body towards him, her little pussy twitched slightly, oozing a warm stream of wetness. He pulled her completely into his arms.
– Just look at me – Duc Anh said, his voice unchanged.
Linh opened her eyes and saw her husband’s eyes through her tangled hair – eyes that were as bright as a streak of fire across the room. Her whole body sagged and then tensed violently. The thought of Mai flashed through her like a knife but was extinguished as Hung kissed her more intensely.
– Good job, my dear wife – Duc Anh said softly – don’t stop.
Her breathing was erratic, her hair was dripping with sweat. Her back was burning, her lower abdomen was curling. She grabbed Hung’s shoulders, leaving red claw marks.
– What do you want? – Duc Anh asked, his voice low as the wind.
– I… want more… don’t stop… – Linh moaned softly.
Hung’s pent-up animalistic desire exploded. He tore the thin silk, revealing a pair of round, white, trembling breasts. He buried his face in it, sucking and biting lightly, causing Linh to arch her back and scream. Her moans were no longer restrained, breaking out into lewd sounds. “Ah… Hung… don’t…” but her pussy was contracting continuously, her pussy juices oozing out, wetting the sofa. He pulled down her lace panties, revealing a juicy, red pussy. Without a word of preamble, he pressed her down, spread her legs apart, and thrust his hard cock straight in. Linh screamed loudly, the feeling of both pain from being torn apart and pleasure from being filled drove her crazy. He thrust like a machine, each thrust was strong and rough, the sound of skin colliding “pop pop” echoed. Her pussy contracted, sucking tightly around Hung’s cock, pussy juices flowing down, mixing with his sweat. “Ah… Hung… fuck me… fuck me hard… It feels so good…” She no longer recognized herself, only knowing to arch her slutty pussy to receive each of his heavenly thrusts.
The air in the room was thick. Hung breathed heavily, his rhythm was erratic. Linh trembled, her moans were stuck in her throat. The room seemed to tilt with each beat. Then Hung stopped, his breath was blocked. Sweat poured down his forehead, he hugged Linh tightly one more time then let go, leaning back on the chair. His body was tense as if he had just exhausted himself. Linh was still panting, her eyes were blurred with tears, not yet able to regain her composure. Duc Anh stood up now. He walked slowly, as if he had calculated each beat. His hand on the back of his wife’s neck, he pulled her out of his friend’s arms.
– Just take a break… it’s your turn.
Linh looked up at her husband, her eyes filled with tears but no longer resisting. The familiar scent of his skin rushed back. Duc Anh pulled her into his arms, his voice whispering right in her ear: – My wife is so wonderful. Now let me. You are mine. You are my whore. – Yes… you are mine… – Linh sobbed.
Duc Anh flipped her onto the sofa, pulling her legs up onto his shoulders. Hung’s red, swollen pussy, soaked with semen, was exposed before his eyes. He wasn’t disgusted, on the contrary, he felt excited. He inserted his cock, feeling the slippery feeling of the two types of semen mixed together. He thrust gently, his hands massaging her firm breasts. “Does it feel good, whore? Your pussy is sucking on your husband’s cock but there’s still another guy’s semen in there.” Linh moaned, both embarrassed and delighted, she arched her back, her pussy contracting wildly, her hands scratching her husband’s back.
The room vibrated with the sound of mixed breathing. Linh arched her back, her nails scratching her husband’s back, her cries were broken. Duc Anh whispered, his lips touching her ear: – Tell me. What are you to me? – You are my wife… you are mine… you are my whore… A bright smile appeared on his face.
Duc Anh suddenly increased his speed, his cock thrusting into Linh’s pussy like a storm, the sound of skin colliding “pop pop” echoed throughout the room. “Ah… ah… husband… so deep!” Linh screamed, her two hands gripping the chair’s back, her whole body convulsing. Duc Anh held her hips tightly, pounding hard and relentlessly, each thrust seemed to want to drive a stake into her uterus. “Mortise loudly for my friend to hear, whore. Tell me how good it feels.” Extremely stimulated, Linh screamed: “I’m so happy… so happy… fuck my pussy to pieces, husband… Ah!” Her pussy juices shot out, soaking the entire sofa, her body trembling violently, reaching orgasm in front of Hung.
On the other chair, Hung sat up straight, his breathing gradually evened out. His eyes were still burning. He put the glass down on the table, walked closer. Duc Anh kissed his wife on the temple, then looked up at his best friend. – You saw it. My wife was born to burn men. If you want, just turn around. Don’t ask. That sound was like unlocking a lock. Hung rushed forward, his breath reeking of alcohol against Linh’s neck. She shivered, trying to dodge but Duc Anh’s arms held her back, his voice caressing right next to her ear: – Keep breathing like that… you’re doing it right… my wife is insanely beautiful. Linh gasped, her chest heaving. Hung’s hot hand was placed on her waist, pulling her towards him. Duc Anh didn’t stop him, he moved slightly to the side, still holding his hand on his wife’s back, like a conductor directing the whole play.
Hung did not hesitate, he knelt down, pulled Linh’s legs wide open and inserted his cock from behind while Duc Anh was still pressing her from above, kissing her breasts. Linh was sandwiched between two men, feeling a cock thrusting into her pussy, while her husband’s tongue was sucking her breasts. “Oh… you two…” She moaned, her mind spinning. Duc Anh held her tight, his hand reached down to grab Hung’s cock, and together with his friend, pounded hard into his wife’s pussy. The breaths of the three men mixed together, hot and lustful.
The room turned into a box filled with breathing. Sometimes it was as fast as rain, sometimes as slow as ashes falling to the floor. Linh was thrown between two sources of fire, her body arched and trembling. She laughed and moaned, a laugh that was not about anything, just because she realized she had gone too far and there was no way back. – Call my name – Duc Anh whispered – and then call his friend’s name too. – Ah… you… don’t stop… Hung… anymore… – Linh’s voice broke into pieces.
Duc Anh pulled out, signaling Hung to turn Linh over. Now, Hung thrust hard into her pussy in the doggy position, the “slap slap” sounds resounding continuously. At the same time, Duc Anh stood in front of Linh to let her suck his cock. Linh tilted her head back, her mouth holding her husband’s cock, drool running down the corner of her lips, while her pussy was being thoroughly fucked by her husband’s friend. “Ugh… ugh…” her dry swallowing sound mixed with her muffled moans. She was no longer a wife, a friend, she was a hole for two men to take turns using. When Hung was about to come, Duc Anh signaled to change positions. He thrust into his wife’s pussy again, and Hung shot all his hot semen onto Linh’s bare back. The white stream of semen running down her spine made her shiver, screaming loudly, reaching climax again.
Every time Linh thought she had hit the ceiling, the ceiling seemed to get higher. Every time she thought she had hit rock bottom, the bottom seemed to get deeper. Her body convulsed repeatedly, her eyes blurred with tears, her breathing was ragged. – Tell me again – Duc Anh kept his voice calm – what are you to me? – I am your wife… I am yours… I am your whore… The fire in her stomach flared up violently, she arched her back, a scream ripped from her throat. The muscles in her stomach contracted, released, then contracted again, she fell freely into the abyss of pleasure. In that moment, both men held her tightly, their hands pulling her back from the edge of the cliff.
The final orgasm hit like a storm. Linh screamed wildly, her whole body convulsed violently, her pussy juices and semen gushing out. She went limp, her head leaning on Duc Anh’s chest, her breathing ragged. Her hands were hanging limply but unconsciously still clutching Hung’s biceps. He and Duc Anh held her limp body together, preventing her from falling to the floor. Her body trembled with the last wave of tremors before she passed out, melting in the arms of the two men.
The air gradually cooled down. His breathing slowed down, heavy. Hung fell back on the chair, his chest heaving, drenched in sweat. Duc Anh pulled his wife against his chest, his hand stroking her hair, his fingers stopping at her collarbone. – My wife is wonderful. Linh closed her eyes, nodding very slightly. She heard her husband’s heart beating steadily, the scent of all three of their sweat mixed into a scent so real it was haunting. Duc Anh kissed his wife’s forehead, his voice slow as if reading a conclusion: – From now on, you just need to remember, you are my wife, you are my pride. Tonight is just to let me know how lucky I am. Mr. Hung saw it too. Hung nodded, not saying another word. His eyes were tired but bright. Linh pulled the silk hem covering her chest then let it go, because there was nothing left to hide. She looked at the two men with eyes filled with fire and tears. Duc Anh smiled, the smile that had pushed her over the edge many times. The night ended with a sigh. Not heavy. Just long. And enough.