Chapter 4: Hoi An Night, Prelude to the Forbidden Play
Under the mysterious silver moonlight, the Hoi An villa seemed to be immersed in a dream of love. The dim light streamed through the large window, spread across the pure white silk sheet of the king-size bed, drawing inviting and enchanting patches of light and dark, like an extremely provocative painting, revealing hidden curves. The whispering sound of waves from the Thu Bon River gently echoed in like a melodious background music for the prelude, blending with the gentle night breeze through the crimson velvet curtains carrying the gentle scent of tropical flowers, penetrating every sense, awakening desire. The crystal chandelier sparkled like drops of dew at night, reflecting on Linh’s figure – a jade statue lying on her back, her eyes covered by a smooth black silk strip. The whole world around her suddenly became only a bare touch and feeling. The thin, tight-fitting black lace panties were soaked, the traces of moisture sparkling under the soft yellow light, like a wordless invitation. Her plump, round breasts rose and fell with each rapid breath, her rosy nipples were hard from the cold and the stimulation, standing out on her smooth white skin like precious pearls, inviting all senses to touch gently. Linh trembled slightly, her cheeks flushed with the lingering wine from the romantic dinner, carrying with it a bit of the intoxication of love and the shyness of her rising instincts.
Duc Anh knelt beside the bed, his eyes were fixed on his wife. His hand gently caressed Linh’s thigh, his fingers slid from her groin up to her waist, feeling her smooth skin tremble slightly under each movement of his fingers. He bent down to give her a deep, suffocating kiss, not just lips touching lips but a blend of breaths, his tongue entwined with hers, his hot breath mixed with a soft moan from her chest, like the echo of a heartstring. “Honey… I love it so much, honey…” Linh’s voice was soft, mixed with a bit of hesitation but full of burning desire, her fingers lightly gripped the bed sheet, as if wanting to hold on to the last bit of reason before the whirlwind of emotions. Duc Anh’s heart pounded as if it wanted to jump out of his chest, a cuckold blood rose strongly, burning like an unquenchable fire, burning all limits, all moral barriers. He imagined the moment Linh – his beloved wife – was touched and made love to by Troc right before his eyes, without her knowing, a taboo but enchanting and perverted thought. He checked the silk, making sure it completely covered her eyes, so Linh could completely surrender to pleasure. His eyes swept across the room where hidden cameras were ready to capture every sensitive moment, every gesture, every moan.
He leaned close to her ear, whispering in a lustful voice: “Are you ready for the upcoming surprise, my love? I know you will love it, trust me…” Linh nodded slightly, her lips parted in invitation, a small moan escaped like a silent agreement, without words. Her cheeks were bright red, her hands gripped the bed sheet tighter, and being blindfolded made it easier for her to immerse herself in the world of pleasure. Today, Duc Anh had filled her with happiness with this trip – the steps walking around the old town with colorful lanterns, the fragrant, alluring smell of crispy bread, the bright smile by the iconic bridge, and the romantic moments by the river, where she leaned on his shoulder, feeling the deep, wordless love, like an endless flow. She wanted to please him, wanted to make him extremely happy, even though the idea of “some” still made her heart strangely confused, mixed with a bit of curiosity and excitement that she was used to from previous games with strangers. Her pussy was wet, her full breasts shaking with her rapid breathing, completely betraying her weak restraint, like an irresistible invitation.
Duc Anh started kissing her lips, sliding down her white neck, his lips gliding over her seductive collarbone, stopping at the deep valley of her chest, he deeply inhaled the sweet, seductive scent of Hypnotic Poison perfume, like a love poison slowly seeping in. He used his fingers to draw small circles around her areola, gently stimulating her enough to make Linh arch her body in pleasure, like a string that had just been touched, resonating with desire. “Husband… don’t tease me like that, I can’t stand it…” Her voice trembled with shame, but her eyes and breath were completely immersed in unconcealable pleasure. He slowly slid his hand down, caressing her pussy through the thin lace, feeling the warm lubricant seeping through the fabric, his fingers gently swirling, making her moan intermittently, full of desire. “Ugh… honey, slowly… Don’t torture me anymore…” The cuckold blood in him burned fiercely, burning all limits, he whispered into her ear, his voice full of temptation. “Imagine me and Mr. Bald playing with you, how do you feel, my dear wife? Mr. Bald caresses you while I kiss you, do you like it? Do you want to try that feeling? Tell me…”
Linh paused, a moment of hesitation crept in when his question touched the deepest taboo boundary. She was used to Duc Anh’s obscene words about the “third person” in previous games, but mentioning Troc – her real brother – always made Linh choose silence, despite the pleasure surrounding her. However, tonight was different. Duc Anh was too perfect, from the romantic trip during the day to the stimulating, passionate foreplay just now. The soft black silk scarf covering her eyes not only increased her curiosity but also strongly aroused her latent lustful instincts, freeing Linh from the constraints of sight and reason. She felt an unprecedented release, and this wonderful combination extinguished all doubts. The surging pleasure, along with the trust and desire to satisfy her husband, made her overcome the invisible barrier. Linh was no longer silent. She joined in, her tone becoming incredibly flirtatious, full of invitation, like a goddess of love arousing desire. “Brother Troc… fuck me, harder… Can you hear me?” Her pussy contracted strongly, pussy juice flowed everywhere, her full breasts shook violently, as if being intensely stimulated to the extreme. Duc Anh was so happy that he felt like he was about to explode when he heard her oral sex about Troc without knowing that he was right here, witnessing everything, a perfect play. He whispered, his voice hoarse and full of excitement. “My bitch, continue, what else do you want Brother Troc to do to you? Tell me…” Linh pursed her lips, moaning softly, the moan was full of lust, full of desire. “Bald Brother… make me happy… harder… thrust deeper into me… Don’t stop…” She arched her hips, her pussy was already soaked, as if it was being torn apart but she couldn’t resist, just wanting to make her husband ecstatic, satisfy all his desires, and satisfy herself as well.
Troc hid behind the velvet curtain in the dark, listening to his sister moaning about him, his cock jerked, his whole body trembling with desire. He gasped, trying to hold back his rapid breathing, his passionate eyes glued to Linh’s full breasts, as if wanting to swallow her whole. He thought to himself: “Are you really happy, baby? I wish you knew…” He slowly took off his pants, his large, erect cock popped out, the head glistening, red, but he remained absolutely silent, following the plan, his heart both extremely excited and nervous that Linh would find out. Duc Anh glanced at Troc, smiling meaningfully to signal his brother who was in extreme ecstasy when Linh moaned lewd words.
Duc Anh slowly pulled down the lace panties, revealing her plump pussy, the soft, neatly trimmed pubic hairs, wet and sparkling under the moonlight, like a hidden pearl waiting to be discovered, full of mystery and charm. He caressed her slit, gently swirling her clitoris, stimulating her to the core, making Linh tremble violently, moaning intermittently, full of desire, endlessly. “I love… that place… that’s right, honey…” He bent down, kissed her thighs, his tongue slid from her groin to her pussy, swirling deep into her slit, making her arch her back, moaning wildly. “Oh… I’m coming… I can’t take it anymore.” Her cheeks were flushed, shame was rising but pleasure was driving her crazy, unable to control herself, her lustful instincts had completely taken over. He stood up, gently pulled Linh to sit up, leaning against the headboard, his hand caressing her bare back, kissing her neck, whispering in a seductive voice. “Do you like it, my bitch? Does it feel good? I like you like this…” Linh moaned softly, her voice trembling with pleasure, like a call from the depths of desire. “Ugh… I want you…” Her secret place contracted continuously, warm pussy juice flowed onto the bed sheet, her breasts shook violently, as if she was reaching her first climax, an indescribable feeling of explosion but it was only the beginning.
A light footstep on the wooden floor echoed softly like falling leaves, Linh was completely immersed in Duc Anh’s passionate kiss so she didn’t hear it, she completely relaxed. He gently signaled, Troc stepped out from the darkness, standing next to the bed, his hand touched Linh’s thigh, caressing from her groin to her pussy lips, his fingers penetrated deep inside to explore, her vaginal fluid flowed freely signaling an invasion, a new integration. Linh was startled, an electric current ran down her spine making her body tense, moaning in surprise and a little confusion. “Who… husband, who is it? Is anyone here?” Even though she had predicted Duc Anh would find a “partner” for a threesome like the previous times, Linh still couldn’t help but be surprised when that moment actually came. Her cheeks were red, extremely embarrassed because she had just spoken dirty to Troc, she thought this person had heard everything, her hand groped for the thin blanket as if wanting to hide herself, cover up her nakedness. Duc Anh kissed her lips, reassuring her with a gentle, reassuring voice. “Just my friend, my love. Relax, I’m here, there’s nothing to be shy about.” He whispered into her ear, his seductive voice pouring honey into her ears. “Let’s bring our wife to the top, okay? It’s twice as good… Feel it…” Linh pursed her lips, nodding slightly. “I… I’m so shy… People… people heard everything?” Her cheeks were red as if she was being torn apart, but the pleasure overcame everything. The shame of a stranger hearing her moan about her brother lingered in her mind, but it wasn’t strong enough to stop her lustful instincts from rising.
Troc knelt between Linh’s legs, he kissed her thighs, his tongue moved to the edge of her pussy, swirled deep into her slit, sucking lightly, feeling her body tremble in waves. Linh arched her body, moaning. “Don’t… Oh my god… I can’t take it…” Duc Anh caressed her back, kissing her neck while gently squeezing her breasts, his fingers swirling into her nipples, making her moan. “Honey… I… I…” Cu Troc began to enter gently, each rhythm slow but deep, full of exploration, then gradually stronger, his hand squeezed her ass, feeling Linh’s pussy tightening, the squishing sound after each thrust created a stimulating sound, full of pleasure, like a symphony of desire. Linh moaned. “Too big… slowly, honey… Too deep honey…” She arched her hips rhythmically, her whole body trembling non-stop. Duc Anh took off his pants, revealing his erect cock and brought it to Linh’s mouth. She took it in, sucked it gently, moaning. “Ugh… man, I’m going crazy…”
A few minutes passed, Duc Anh pulled out his saliva-slicked cock, moved to an armchair a few meters away, his eyes glued to Linh, he didn’t want to miss a single moment, every expression, every vibration, every moan. She lay on her back, her chest heaving, her legs spread wide, her pussy soaking wet and inviting, like a blooming flower, revealing its most naked beauty. Troc continued his gentle rhythms, his hands caressing her thighs, his eyes passionately looking at her in silence, as if he was passionately in love with her, cherishing every moment, every secret moan. “There… that’s right, honey… Don’t stop… keep going…” They changed positions, Linh was lifted up, gently leaning against the window frame. The bright moonlight poured down, covering her entire body, drawing out every seductive line, a living statue of naked desire. Troc stood opposite, lifting one of Linh’s legs up high and draping it over his waist. That position made her vagina open wide, invitingly. He entered more strongly, deeper, and more decisively, each thrust seeming to penetrate, while his hands tightly squeezed her full breasts. Linh moaned intermittently, her voice choked with sobs. “Oh… slow down, I’m about to come… I can’t take it anymore…” Duc Anh circled around behind, he leaned in close to kiss Linh’s neck, whispering words of encouragement full of lust, his hands caressing her bare back, gently squeezing her slender waist. The feeling of both sides coming at her at the same time made her crazy with pleasure, moaning intermittently, uncontrollably, repeatedly. “I can’t take it anymore… Oh, I’m dying!” Her pussy contracted repeatedly, she reached her peak a second time, her vaginal fluid flowing down Troc’s thighs, her body trembling violently, an incredibly strong orgasm, the feeling of satisfaction surging through her body far surpassing any previous time, Linh never knew she could be so happy.
The two men led Linh to the armchair, she sat sideways, her back against the armchair with her eyes still blindfolded, completely surrendering to the pleasure. Troc knelt down opposite, lifting Linh’s legs up high and draping them over his shoulders, that position made her pussy completely exposed, wet and inviting. Troc’s cock continued its gentle, slow but penetrating rhythms, at the same time his two hands tightly squeezed Linh’s plump breasts. On the side, Duc Anh gently turned Linh’s head to his side, leaned close and slowly put his cock into her mouth. Linh took it in, began to suck passionately, her mouth mumbled lustful sounds, unable to form words, only muffled moans remained. Linh’s pussy contracted strongly, she climaxed for the third time, the lubricant overflowed and flowed onto the chair, her body trembled in waves, the feeling overwhelmed beyond all limits, as if she was floating on clouds of pleasure, weightless. They switched to doggy style, Linh kneeled on the bed, Troc continued from behind, squeezing her ass, harder, deeper, decisive, each thrust seemed to penetrate. Linh moaned. “Don’t go so fast… I’m so happy… Deeper, honey… I’m about to come again…” Duc Anh stood in front, letting her suck, stroke her hair, cherishing, proud. “Very good, my bitch… Wife, keep moaning loudly… Don’t be shy…” Linh stuttered, her breasts shaking violently after each of her brother’s thrusts.
Linh turned to lie on her side, Troc from behind continued to pound her sister’s pussy continuously, his hand caressed her thighs, Duc Anh lay in front kissing her, his fingers stimulating her. Linh moaned. “Oh my… I’m dying…” She reached the peak again, her body trembled in waves, more pleasure than ever before, an explosion of pleasure like a tsunami swept away all her senses, completely drowning her. Linh knelt between the two cocks, her hand gently stroking, her mouth holding another cock, taking turns. Troc and Duc Anh stroked her hair, squeezed her breasts, and shared the two nipples. The two cocks jerked and then released semen onto her face, the liquid flowed down her chin, down her chest, sparkling under the moonlight, like precious pearl drops given, proof of the pleasure. Linh licked the two ends of the cocks lightly with her tongue, her body trembled, the extreme satisfaction made her exhausted, lying down on the bed and gradually falling asleep, a dreamless sleep, only the aftertaste of ultimate pleasure, deeply engraved in her mind. This was the most satisfying night, beyond all limits that Linh had ever experienced, an indelible mark.
Unlike Linh, the two men were still immersed in the aftertaste of passion. For Duc Anh, satisfaction came not only from physical pleasure but also from the complete satisfaction of his cuckolding hobby. Watching his beloved wife being possessed by his own brother, listening to her passionate moans, a feeling of both pain and extreme pleasure surged through his veins. He witnessed, controlled, and everything happened exactly as he had wished. A feeling of victory, mixed with ecstasy, made him tremble. As for Troc, this was a night beyond all imagination. Having not had a lover for a long time, the long-suppressed desires were released intensely. Moreover, his lover was his own sister – a taboo full of temptation, causing all his senses to explode. The feeling of penetrating Linh’s body, hearing her moan his name, feeling the wetness and tightness from within… all of it created an unprecedented sublimation. It was both sinful and sweet, and Troc knew he would never forget this night.
Linh lay on the bed, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath, sweat glistening on her skin, the semen on her chin like evidence of a night of extreme pleasure. Troc gently removed the silk blindfold, his eyes passionately looking at her, keeping the silk as a souvenir and quietly leaving the villa without her knowing, like a mysterious ghost. Duc Anh covered his wife with a blanket and quietly got out of bed, checking the video again: Linh moaned lustfully, her secret place was wet under Troc’s influence, her face was covered with semen, every moment was recorded clearly, not missing a single detail. He texted Troc. “Okay, my sister is still sleeping. The video is beautiful, I will send it to you tomorrow.” Troc replied. “Okay, uncle, today was so good, more than expected.” Duc Anh closed his laptop, walked to the bed, hugged Linh, whispered in her ear, a smile full of hidden meaning, full of satisfaction. “Honey, tomorrow you will know the real surprise. It will be an unforgettable memory…”