Chapter 27 – Suburban Hotel
Hung’s last text message still haunted the phone screen, glowing brightly in the darkness of the bedroom. “I have to see you. Just once. I can’t stand it.” Each word was like a red-hot coal, stabbing straight into Linh’s flesh. She sat motionless for a long time, her heart pounding in her chest, a chaotic rhythm of guilt, fear, and an indescribable excitement. The image of Hung the night before – his burning eyes, rough hands, rapid breathing – kept flickering in her mind, followed by the image of gentle Mai, making her chest ache as if a knife was cutting it.
She buried her face in the pillow, trying to push it all away, but her body wouldn’t listen. Her lower abdomen was burning, her little pussy unconsciously spasmed, oozing out a warm stream. Finally, like a hypnotized sleepwalker, she picked up the phone, her trembling fingers typing a few short, decisive words like a verdict:
“Tomorrow. Suburbs. Hotel of your choice.”
When she pressed send, her chest felt empty. She dropped the phone on the pillow, buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking. The bedroom door opened slightly. Duc Anh walked in, his eyes calm as if he already knew everything. He didn’t ask any questions, just sat on the edge of the bed, his hand running through his wife’s soft hair, his voice both affectionate and commanding.
– Honey… you did well. Tomorrow, when you come back, remember to tell me everything, don’t miss a single detail.
The next day, Hanoi was gloomy, the wind blew in cold gusts. Linh stood in front of the mirror, putting on the wine-colored dress from the fateful night. She pulled the collar down a little, an unconscious act of submission. Her hands trembled as she adjusted the strap of her handbag. Duc Anh stood at the door, giving her a masterly kiss on the forehead.
– Go. I want you to look your best when you enter that hotel. Remember… I always know everything. And you will tell me.
Linh stepped out of the building, her heart pounding. Hung’s car was already waiting in the lobby. He opened the car door for her without saying a word. The entire journey to the outskirts of town was silent. The car was filled with nothing but the steady sound of the engine and the heavy breathing of two people caught in a spiral of sin. The yellow streetlights swept across Hung’s face, highlighting the prominent veins on his temples, and his hands clenched the steering wheel until they turned white.
The car turned into a newly built resort on the outskirts of town, with modern architecture and manicured gardens. It was the kind of place couples would go for a romantic getaway, a bitter irony. The hotel lobby was cool and quiet, and they checked in without any problems. Up in room 302, with its large windows overlooking the quiet garden, the silence between the two became unbearable.
The soft yellow light fell on the pure white bedsheets. The king-sized bed looked soft and inviting. Linh sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped together, her eyes looking down at the tips of her high heels. Hung stood opposite, his chest heaving, his eyes burning like fire.
– Linh… I thought about it all night. I couldn’t stand it anymore. – I… I know… but we shouldn’t… – her voice trembled, blood rushed to her face.
He didn’t let her finish her sentence, quickly sat down next to her, his big hand squeezed hers. Linh tried to pull back but her hand was limp and powerless. His breath blew on her face, reeking of alcohol and desire. He leaned down, his rough lips found hers, trembling and hot.
The kiss was just a clumsy touch at first. Linh slightly pulled back, a weak instinctive resistance, but Hung held her neck tightly, forcing her into a deeper kiss. His tongue pried open her teeth, slipped inside, stirring passionately. The embarrassment was quickly drowned out by a long-smoldering fire. Linh’s resisting hand gradually relaxed and unconsciously wrapped around his neck.
He pushed her back onto the bed. Her burgundy dress rode up, revealing her fair thighs and thin black lace panties. He quickly took off her clothes, his large, purple-hard cock popped out, the head oozing a clear liquid. He pulled down her panties to reveal her swollen, red pussy. Without a word of preamble, he spread her legs apart and thrust his cock straight in.
“Ah!” – Linh screamed loudly, the feeling of 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 echoed throughout the room. Her pussy contracted, sucking tightly around Hung’s cock, her 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 knew how to arch her slutty pussy to receive each of his heavenly thrusts. Her moans were no longer restrained, breaking out into lewd sounds. Her body trembled violently, her two hands scratched the crumpled bed sheet, then she let out one last scream, her whole body convulsed violently, reaching orgasm in madness.
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In the apartment in the city, Duc Anh sat on a chair, his hand leisurely swirling a glass of wine. The phone placed next to him displayed Linh’s location dot – stopping at a resort in the suburbs. He smirked, took a sip of wine, his eyes sparkling with cold triumph. He knew for sure that his wife was in the arms of his best friend. But he was not worried. On his computer was a whole set of detailed documents about the money laundering ring that Hung was involved in. If he only said a word, Hung’s career and reputation would go up in smoke. But he did not need to reveal his cards yet. He wanted Hung to sink deeper into this quagmire of sin.
– My friend… – he muttered, curling his lips – just fuck to your heart’s content, then it will be my turn to collect both principal and interest.
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The air in the luxurious room was heavy and suffocating. Linh lay on the crumpled white sheet, her sweat-drenched hair stuck to her cheeks, her lips red and swollen. Hung bent down, hugging her limp body tightly, his breathing still ragged. – Linh… – he hoarsely said – I’ve waited for this moment for so long. I want you… really… – No… don’t… – Linh whispered, but the trembling in her voice made the forbidden sentence lose all its strength.
Hung didn’t say anything more, he turned her over, forcing her to kneel with her ass up. He held her hips tightly, thrusting his still erect cock into her semen-soaked pussy from behind. Linh resisted weakly, then gave up, her two hands gripping the bed frame tightly, her round ass bouncing up and down with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against each other “bạch ặc” rang out repeatedly, her moans were muffled in the pillow.
The room shook with heavy breathing and the soft creaking of the bed. Linh closed her eyes, her whole body trembling. Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated, the screen lit up. In the chaos, Linh’s arm reached out and accidentally touched the answer button on the touch screen. The call was connected. The sound from the speaker was low and familiar to the point of being creepy:
– Wife… where are you… I hear you…
Linh stiffened, eyes wide open, heart stopped beating. That was Duc Anh’s voice.
– No… – she gasped, her hand trembling as she reached to turn off the machine. But Hung, immersed in his animalistic passion, eyes closed, didn’t pay any attention. He only felt Linh’s pussy suddenly contract tighter, moaning more violently, thinking she was going crazy with pleasure, so he thrusted even harder.
On the other end of the line, Duc Anh didn’t need to look, just listening was enough. His wife’s panting, wild moans, the “slap slap” sound of his best friend fucking his wife was transmitted straight back. He smiled, his voice as deep as flowing honey:
– Moan, wife. Moan loudly. I want to hear you at your hottest. – Ah… you… don’t… – Linh sobbed, tears streaming down, but her breathing became more and more rapid.
The feeling of utter humiliation at being caught by her husband, combined with the physical pleasure from Hung’s thrusts, turned into a sick stimulant. She no longer resisted, but screamed, a moan that was both painful and lewd. Her pussy contracted crazily, squeezing Hung’s cock. Hung, unaware, only felt like he was in heaven, madly thrusting with all his remaining strength.
– Tell me… – Duc Anh’s voice poured through the phone speaker, cold and powerful – what am I to you? – I… I am your wife… – Linh choked, her moans mixed with sobs. – And more. What am I? – I… am your whore… even when… inside him… I am still yours…
The last scream tore her throat, her body convulsed violently, trembling. At the same time, Hung also roared, shooting all his hot semen deep into her pussy. He collapsed on top of her, panting, thinking that Linh was giving herself completely to him. As for Duc Anh, on the other end of the line, he closed his eyes to enjoy, a cold smile lingering on his lips.
After everything had calmed down, Linh lay there panting, her hair disheveled, her cheeks wet with tears. She turned her face and looked at the phone lying beside her pillow. The screen lit up with a new message from Duc Anh:
“My wife is amazing. Today’s performance was really excellent, hearing you moan under me made me extremely satisfied.”
Linh’s tears welled up again. Her heart ached and burned in her chest, as if it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. Outside, the suburban wind howled through the window, making the yellow curtains flutter.