Chapter 3: Secret Plan in Hoi An
Duc Anh sat in the corner of the living room of the high-rise apartment, the desk lamp shining on the iPad where he was taking notes on plans for the upcoming trip. From the small bedroom, Linh’s voice echoed steadily, a fairy tale she often read to her children every night. He smiled slightly, thinking about the ordinary moments in their home for the past eight years – the mornings Linh made fragrant coffee, the nights she livestreamed selling lingerie, her sparkling eyes teasing, or the way she leaned over to show off her curves in the mirror, as if to ignite the fire in him. But his mind now revolved around a daring plan, a trip that would push both him and Linh beyond the boundary.
The bedroom door opened slightly, Linh stepped out, her soft body in a thin pink silk nightgown, hugging her body, the low neckline revealing a deep cleavage, the light lace trim showing off her sexy curves. She was not wearing underwear, making her full breasts shake slightly with each step, her nipples were visible through the thin fabric. The scent of Dior Hypnotic Poison perfume wafted in the air, seductive but gentle, like a silent invitation. Linh stood by the window, the light shining on her delicate face, her sparkling eyes reflecting sparklingly. She turned around, caught his eyes, smiled flirtatiously, tilted her head, her hair falling to her shoulders. “What are you looking at so intently, husband?” Her voice was sweet, mixed with a bit of shyness, but her sparkling eyes were like a challenge, as if she wanted to pull him into their familiar erotic game.
Duc Anh laughed, stood up and walked over to hug her from behind, his arms around her waist, feeling her soft body through the thin silk. “My wife is so beautiful, isn’t she?” He whispered, his lips brushing her neck, deeply inhaling the seductive scent of perfume, his heart fluttering as he thought about what was about to happen. Linh giggled, moved away, her voice angry but flirtatious. “It took forever to get the baby to sleep! Let me breathe a bit!” She deliberately bent over, lightly rubbing her butt against him, her cheeks flushed as if both shy and waiting for him to continue. He gently squeezed her waist, his hand slid up to her chest, clearly feeling her nipples through the fabric, his heart burning with desire mixed with excitement, imagining Linh in the arms of another man.
“Let’s go to Hoi An next week, what do you think?” He whispered, his hand stroking her hair, his voice deep and meaningful. Linh turned around, her eyes shining, her hand lightly gripping his shoulder. “Really, honey? It’s been a long time since we’ve been anywhere far!” She hugged him, her chest pressed against the silk, her voice excited. “I heard Hoi An is very romantic, the old town, the river, everything is as beautiful as a picture! Where are you planning to go so I can prepare!” Her smile was radiant, her eyes sparkling, she imagined the romantic days with him, not knowing that he was hatching a bold plan that was far beyond her thoughts. Duc Anh kissed her lips, his tongue entwined with hers, his hand squeezing her butt to feel the soft curves. “I booked a villa at Anantara Resort, it’s very beautiful, has a private swimming pool, windy river. We can have fun without anyone disturbing us.” Linh giggled, moving away. “What are you doing, you’re just messing around!” But her eyes lit up with excitement, as if looking forward to the erotic moments of the trip.
He led her to the sofa and pulled her to sit down, his hand stroking her thigh, his voice gentle, “I’ll leave the kids at home with grandma, this time it’s just the two of us going.” Linh pursed her lips, her hand lightly clutching his shirt, her eyes filled with trust and curiosity. She leaned against his chest and whispered, “Let me prepare my clothes, I have to take a lot of beautiful pictures. Honey, take them for me!” Duc Anh smiled, his heartbeat increasing, thinking about the villa in HA, where he would lead Linh into a forbidden game with Troc – her real brother, a plan that he and Troc had prepared for a long time. He stroked her hair, his eyes glancing out the window, where the city lights at night sparkled like opening a new chapter full of excitement and conflict.
The next day, Linh excitedly packed her luggage like a girl in love. In the bedroom, she opened the closet to choose sexy clothes: a tight-fitting jade green dress showing off her slim waist, a bright red short dress, a white backless shirt showing off her smooth bare back, and a thin string bikini with tropical floral patterns. She did not forget to save a drawer for her entire collection of sexy nightgowns: black silk see-through revealing her nipples, tight red lace lingerie, and a sheer white lace dress, all of which Duc Anh really liked. Standing in front of the mirror, she tried on each outfit, wriggled and posed, then turned to Duc Anh – who was sitting on the bed watching her – “Honey, is this outfit okay? Is it too short for me to wear like this?” She leaned forward and gently pushed her chest forward, her eyes sparkling as if she wanted to test his restraint.
He stood up and hugged her waist from behind, whispering, “My wife looks beautiful in anything haha.” He kissed the back of her neck lightly, inhaled the scent of her perfume, and transmitted the tension below to Linh through her plump buttocks. Linh smiled, moved away, and said angrily, “You’re so naughty, let me finish packing!” However, she deliberately wriggled more, making Duc Anh swallow his saliva, his heart fluttering at the thought of Linh wearing these clothes at Anantara, not only in front of him but also in front of someone special. In his mind, the image of her standing in front of Troc, her low-cut dress revealing her chest, her eyes sparkling, and her body trembling with forbidden pleasure made him both jealous and excited.
On the first day at the resort, Linh woke up in the large master bedroom, the early morning sunlight shining through the velvet curtains, shining on her body. She lay on her side on the white silk bed, her nightgown pulled down revealing her full, heaving breasts, one leg stretched out, the skirt pulled up to reveal her smooth, white thighs. Duc Anh looked at her with a fluttering heart, he kissed her lightly on the cheek. “Wake up, honey, wake up and go see the old town.” Linh rubbed her eyes and smiled brightly, lazily sat up, she walked out to the bedroom balcony and looked down at the sparkling river, in the distance a few wooden boats drifted silently. “So beautiful, honey!” She turned back to hug him, her voice excited. “Where shall we go today?”
He held her hand and led her to the living room where breakfast was set on the ebony table: egg sandwiches, ham, and fragrant coffee. Linh sat down, took a bite, and her eyes lit up. “So delicious! This place is just my style. I have to take lots of pictures later!” He smiled and stroked her hair. “Let me see, husband. Today we’ll walk around the old town, eat bread, take pictures, and stop by the riverside in the afternoon.” Linh nodded, her eyes sparkling, not knowing that he had prepared a bigger “surprise” plan. After breakfast, Linh changed into a short, tight-fitting red dress with a low neckline just enough to show off her breasts and round butt. In front of the mirror, she pulled the dress down shyly. “Is wearing this too revealing, husband?” She pursed her lips, her eyes shy but full of challenge.
Duc Anh hugged her from behind, “My wife is so beautiful, why not let people admire her a little?” He hugged his wife from behind, his heart fluttering at the thought that Linh would attract all eyes in the old town, as if hinting at a plan with Troc, who was preparing to board a flight to a nearby hotel. Linh looked at him, her voice angry. “You are such a pervert, always liking your wife to be so revealing, it makes me so embarrassed!” But with encouragement, she nodded and walked out of the villa, the two of them holding hands, her bright red dress standing out in the middle of the street.
They started their first day in Hoi An with a stroll around the old town, small alleys lined with colorful lanterns, mossy tiled roofs, the peaceful atmosphere like in ancient times. The two stopped at a small sandwich shop, the smell of crispy bread mixed with pate and mayonnaise. Linh took a bite, the sauce ran down her chin, she giggled, “So delicious! Wife, I have to eat another one!” Duc Anh smiled, wiping her chin, his heart warm but he couldn’t stop thinking about tomorrow night’s plan. He took a picture of Linh in front of the sandwich shop, her red dress revealing her white thighs, her breasts shaking every time she posed. “Bend down a bit, this angle is nice,” he teased. Linh blushed and glared. “Hey, you’re exposing everything!” But she still posed as he asked, her dress falling down revealing her soft curves, her eyes sparkling as if she wanted to challenge him.
They arrived at the iconic Hoi An bridge, tourists crowded to take photos. Linh stood in the middle of the bridge, her red dress stood out in the ancient scene, her hair fluttering in the wind, her smile radiant. Duc Anh winked continuously from every angle, the two of them laughed happily all day long. “My wife is so beautiful” he complimented, his heart fluttering when he saw Western tourists whistling softly, a few young men whispering, their eyes glued to her. Linh grabbed his arm. “See, husband, I told you so! It’s all exposed!” Duc Anh smiled “What’s there to be shy about? If it’s beautiful, I’ll show it off! I’m feeling excited haha” Linh gradually relaxed, posing naturally, but in her heart there was a hint of doubt.
They stopped at a small restaurant, the space was typical of Hoi An with low wooden tables and mossy yellow walls. She ate deliciously, chattering. “Honey, the cao lau here is much better than Hanoi! We have to come back next time!” Duc Anh nodded, but his mind was thinking about something else – the moment his brother touched Linh. He took a photo of her at the wooden table, her red dress stood out, her eyes sparkling as she sipped cold tea. “Take a nice photo, so I can post it on Instagram!” Linh teased, tilting her head, pushing her chest out, making him laugh out loud, his heart fluttering as he thought about who this photo would be sent to.
In the afternoon, they strolled along the river, the sparkling water reflecting the wooden boats drifting slowly, the lanterns on the shore lit up as the sunset fell. Linh leaned on Duc Anh’s shoulder, her red dress fluttering in the wind. “Hoi An is so beautiful, isn’t it? Why don’t we stay here longer?” Duc Anh stroked her hair, softly saying, “There are many more beautiful things, dear.” Linh smiled, not doubting, just thinking he was teasing her as usual. They sat on a wooden bench, watching the floating lanterns shimmering with light.
In the evening, Linh stepped out of the bathroom, her wet hair still dripping with water, wearing a thin black string swimsuit, showing off her full breasts and round buttocks. She stood by the private pool, the moonlight shining on the water, making her body glow. She swam a few laps, the cool water embracing her smooth skin, then lay on the long chair sipping pineapple cocktail. In the living room, Duc Anh sat on the soft sofa, opened his laptop, on the Telegram screen was a chat with the nickname pxnn. He quickly typed, “Is there any change, will you be there tomorrow?” The other side replied. “Don’t worry. Tomorrow I’ll fly back to Da Nang and then go there. I booked a room near the resort, just a few minutes walk away. Have you arranged everything?” Duc Anh typed. “It’s okay. My wife doesn’t suspect anything :)). Tomorrow I’ll set everything up, just follow the plan.” There was a reply message. “Did you take any good photos today?” Duc Anh smiled, sending a few photos: Linh wearing a red dress by the river, her breasts peeking out; Linh in a black bikini by the pool; and a picture from some time ago – Linh lying next to him, face covered in semen, eyes filled with satisfaction. “Isn’t it beautiful?” he texted, along with a smiley emoji. The other person replied, “It’s beautiful. See you tomorrow afternoon.”
Linh walked in from the pool, her wet black bikini clinging to her, her breasts shaking with each step, water dripping onto the wooden floor. She accidentally glanced at the laptop screen, saw Duc Anh sending her photos – both today’s photos and photos from an old date. Linh frowned, her voice suspicious, “Who is that, husband? Who did you send my photos to?” Duc Anh closed the laptop, smiled naturally, and pulled her into his arms. “Just a friend, my dear wife. He said you’re beautiful so I’m showing off a bit.” He kissed her cheek, his hand squeezing her butt to distract her. Linh blushed, scolding lovingly, “You’re so quick! Next time, don’t send random photos, what if I meet him outside? I’ll be so embarrassed!”
Duc Anh pulled her onto the sofa, kissing her passionately, tongue entwining with tongue, hands peeling off her bikini, revealing her full breasts. He pressed Linh down, thrusting strongly, each stroke making her moan softly. “Honey… slow down a bit, my whole body is shaking…” Her voice was soft, mixed with a bit of shyness, mixed with the sound of the river waves echoing through the window, creating a seductive harmony. He squeezed her breasts, fondled her nipples, and whispered. “Do you like it, my whore?” Linh moaned softly, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Ugh… you’re driving me crazy…” Linh’s pussy contracted and contracted, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-closed as if she was shy but immersed. He thrust hard, imagining Linh and Troc moaning before him. “Tomorrow I have a surprise for you,” he whispered. Linh moaned, her voice flirtatious. “What surprise, oh… I can take it all…” She reached orgasm, moaning. “Oh… baby… honey…” Duc Anh reached climax, both of them trembled, Linh gasped, not knowing that the “surprise” would be beyond imagination.
The next morning, Duc Anh woke up early, Linh was still sleeping soundly on the bed. He looked at her, his heart fluttering but he tried to hold back, took the bag he had prepared in advance. He secretly placed a hidden camera all over the bedroom: the ceiling corner recorded the whole bed, the night light corner close to the chest, the secret place to capture every pose. He checked carefully, made sure the recording was clear, saved it to a separate hard drive, his heart pounding when he thought about tonight – Troc appeared and everything was recorded.
He returned to bed and kissed Linh on the cheek. “Wake up, honey, let’s go out!” Linh rubbed her eyes excitedly. She chose a backless dress, showing off her smooth bare back. In front of the mirror, she put on light makeup, pink lipstick, and loose hair, then turned to ask her husband, “Does this look good on me, honey?” Duc Anh hugged her and whispered. “So beautiful,” Linh smiled and leaned away. “Your husband is so sweet today, I’ll reward him when we get home tonight!” He laughed loudly to hide his nervousness and led her out of the villa.
They visited the iconic bridge, tourists crowded to take pictures. Linh stood in the middle of the bridge, her bright yellow dress, her hair flying, her smile radiant. In the afternoon, they returned to the resort, Linh changed into a red two-piece bikini and walked out to the swimming pool, the sparkling water under the sunset further highlighting her sexy body. Duc Anh looked at her, his heart fluttering when he saw her attracting the eyes of the guests in the resort. He said, “You go swimming, I’ll go have coffee with my friends for an hour, then come back. Let’s go out to eat tonight.” Linh nodded, smiling flirtatiously. “Don’t take too long, I’ll wait!” But as he walked away, she suddenly remembered what he said about “a surprise tonight”, her heart was confused but curious.
Duc Anh went to a nearby hotel to meet Troc – just back from Japan, he was wearing a gray shirt and jeans, looking like a vagabond. “Are you ready? How is Linh?” Troc asked. Duc Anh nodded, giving him the card from the villa they rented. “It’s okay, bro. You come early tonight and hide in the bedroom. I will take Linh home on time, everything has to be natural.” Troc smiled, patting his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I know how. You take care of Linh.” Duc Anh instructed. “Remember not to do anything that Linh will know in advance, it has to be a surprise or else it will be ruined.” Troc nodded, his eyes excited. “Don’t worry, I’ve been preparing for this day for a long time.” Duc Anh smiled, not answering.
He came back to pick Linh up, saw her by the pool, wet red bikini, cheeks rosy from the sun and cocktails. He complimented, “My wife is so beautiful. Go back to the villa and change clothes, then we’ll go out to eat.” Linh changed into a tight burgundy dress, low neckline showing off her curves, bright red lipstick, sharp eyeliner, she looked like a movie star. Duc Anh swallowed and tried to hold back, he knew tonight would be even more wonderful.
They had dinner at a luxurious restaurant by the river, the lanterns reflecting romantically. They ordered grilled lobster, steamed fish, red wine. Linh sipped a few glasses, her cheeks rosy, her eyes sparkling, a little drunk but still looking very seductive. She smiled when Duc Anh teased. “Are you drunk? Tonight will be fun.” Linh was not to be outdone, her voice flirtatious. “Let’s see if my husband can take it!” Her eyes were stimulating, she leaned towards him and whispered. “What are you going to do to me tonight? Like the last few times, right? I’m very suspicious!” Duc Anh held her hand and whispered. “Tonight, my wife will know. Just wait and see.”
Linh pursed her lips, her eyes sparkling, doubting the gift her husband had mentioned. She thought he would find a stranger like the previous times, on each trip there were only two people. Her heart was both worried and excited, because his games always made her ecstatic. She sipped more wine, making her cheeks blush, as if ready for what he would bring. Duc Anh looked at her, his heart beating fast, knowing that the plan he had prepared for so long was about to come near.
Dinner ended, they left the restaurant, hand in hand walking down the lantern-lined street, the yellow light shining on Linh’s wine-red dress, making her stand out. Linh leaned on his shoulder, a little drunk, giggling. “Hoi An is really beautiful, isn’t it?” Duc Anh hugged her shoulder, his heart fluttering. “There are many more beautiful things. I’ll show my wife tonight,” he teased.
They entered the villa, Linh leaned on his shoulder, her burgundy dress fell down, the scent of wine and perfume mixed together, irresistibly seductive. Outside, the moonlight shone through the glass door, shining on the swimming pool, the atmosphere was romantic and suspenseful. Right from the door, they kissed passionately, Duc Anh pressed Linh against the wall, their tongues entwined. Linh moaned softly, her voice soft. “Slowly, husband, we have all night…” She replied, her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed against his, her hot body seemed to melt. They supported each other into the living room, sat down on the soft sofa, the erotic atmosphere filled.
Duc Anh pulled out a black silk strip and held it in front of Linh. She looked at it and smiled flirtatiously. “What are you doing, husband? Want to make me nervous?” Duc Anh laughed. “Let’s change things up a bit, let me put it on for my wife.” He let Linh lean on him and blindfolded her with silk, tying it lightly, making sure she couldn’t see anything. Linh trembled, she whispered, her voice timid, “What are you… going to do to me…” Duc Anh pulled the knot, letting the skirt fall down, revealing the black lace lingerie. He reached out to take off the bra, her breasts popped out, her pink nipples hardened. Only the thin lace panties remained, soaked, hugging her secret place.
He kissed her neck, caressed her chest, fondled her nipples, felt her body tremble slightly. Linh moaned softly, her voice soft and full of pleasure. “Ugh… honey, I can’t take it anymore…” She clutched his shoulders as if torn between shyness and desire. Duc Anh lifted Linh up, she hugged his neck tightly, her breasts rubbing against his shirt. They walked through the dim hallway, the moonlight from the swimming pool reflected seductively. Duc Anh knew Troc was waiting somewhere in the bedroom – and the “surprise” was about to happen.
In the bedroom, Duc Anh laid Linh down on the bed, the cool silk sheet touching her back made her shiver. “Honey…” Her voice trembled, full of pleasure, mixed with a bit of shyness. He kissed deeply, tongue entwined with tongue, hot breath mixed with moans. Linh groped and hugged him, legs slightly spread, panties soaked. He whispered. “Do you like this, my whore?” Linh moaned softly, nodding shyly but absorbed. He kissed, his hand sliding down, fingers poking through the lace, feeling the flowing juices. “Are you ready for a surprise, my whore?” He whispered, his voice lustful. Linh nodded, moaning flirtatiously. “I’m ready…, do it, honey…”
She had no idea that hidden cameras – ceiling corners, night lights, mirrors – were recording every moment, from close-ups of breasts to near-nakedness. She had no idea that Troc was waiting in the dark, ready to bring her forbidden pleasures she had never imagined. The silk blindfold – silently stirring up her latent lust, like a fire waiting to explode. The moonlight from the river shone through the window, illuminating Linh’s perfect curves.