Chapter 9: Bonding
As the sunset began to fall, dyeing the room a magical purple-orange color, Troc stirred slightly, realizing it was time to fly. A flicker of regret appeared in his eyes as he looked at Linh sleeping soundly in his arms. He gently removed Linh’s hand and was about to stand up. Suddenly, Linh woke up, her eyes still sleepy but shining with mischief. She looked straight into Troc’s eyes, squeezing his hand tightly. “Mr. Troc, I think… I don’t want you to go.” Troc was stunned. “Linh… are you telling the truth?” Linh nodded, her lips slightly pursed, an unusual determination evident in her eyes. “I want you to stay here… with me… with Duc Anh too.”
Duc Anh, who had been silently watching, now spoke up: “That’s right, Troc. You stay here for two more days. It’s been a long time since the three of us have had the chance to gather like this.” Troc looked at Linh, then looked at Duc Anh, a glimmer of doubt flashed through his eyes, but then the desire to stay with Linh and curiosity about Duc Anh’s intentions overcame everything. “Really? Then I’ll postpone the flight!” He smiled brightly and hugged Linh tightly, not knowing that this decision would drag them into a more complicated and forbidden emotional vortex. Duc Anh watched that scene, the smile on his lips deepened, his eyes sparkled with calculation, and an indescribable feeling of excitement rose in his heart. He knew that this game had only just begun.
The next two days passed in the villa like a wild dream, where all moral boundaries seemed to melt under the heat of desire. Linh, Troc and Duc Anh lived in a private bubble, separate from the outside world, where the only thing that existed was desire and complex, intertwined emotions.
Together they explored every corner of the villa, turning each place into a stage for passionate lovemaking. The living room with its luxurious black leather sofa became the place where instinctive lovemaking took place. Linh was no longer shy, she actively wriggled, caressed, and provoked both Troc and Duc Anh. Her moans were no longer restrained, but burst into lewd, inviting sounds. When Troc pulled out, leaving a stream of warm semen flowing down his thighs, Duc Anh approached, his eyes full of possessiveness but also full of support. He kissed her lips and slowly entered, continuing the journey of exploring her desires. Linh moaned and called out both their names, without distinction, without any embarrassment, the initial feeling of guilt was quickly overwhelmed by pleasure.
Then they moved into the bedroom. Under the soft yellow light, three naked bodies were entangled endlessly. At times, Linh lay in the middle, feeling both men taking turns taking over. She felt like every cell in her body was awakened, living a new life. She bounced strongly, her slim waist curving with each thrust, her big breasts shaking and bouncing with each push. The sound of her pussy juices, her gasps, her moans blended together, creating a wild symphony of desire. Linh suddenly realized that she enjoyed being possessed by two men at the same time. The moment all three of them entangled on the bed, their bodies merging together, she felt absolute freedom, an unprecedented pleasure. The barriers of incest and betrayal seemed to have been burned away by desire.
The steam room was the pinnacle of nakedness and intensity. The hot, humid steam enveloped her, blurring everything. Linh sat naked on the chair, her legs spread wide, letting Troc kneel in front of her, sucking her pussy. His tongue skillfully swirled deep, sucking hard, creating provocative sounds. At the same time, Duc Anh stood behind, his hand caressing her bare back, then slowly slid down, massaging her plump breasts. He bent down and whispered obscene words into her ear, encouraging her to moan louder, to let go more. Linh could not hold back, her moans burst out in the steam, like a declaration of instinctual liberation. She had completely let go, no longer shy, no longer had any barriers. That was the moment she realized, she had never lived so fully with her desires.
And then, the all-night fun in the pool. Under the dim moonlight, their bodies glistened in the water, naked and free. Linh swam between the two men, sometimes actively rubbing, sometimes diving down, kissing their erect cocks under the water. She giggled, a clear but inviting laugh, like a mermaid luring her prey into her net of love. Duc Anh and Troc took turns lifting her up so that she wrapped her legs tightly around their waists, then entered the cool water. The cold feeling of the water and the heat of desire blended together, creating a contrast that was extremely stimulating.
The moral barriers that Linh had tried to maintain, like fragile silk threads, were torn apart in the storm of desire. She realized that this was no longer a sacrifice for Duc Anh, but a deep satisfaction of her own. The feeling of being embraced and caressed by Troc brought a different safety and protection compared to Duc Anh. Troc’s kiss was sweet, full of respect. Linh could not name this feeling exactly, but she knew it existed, it was intense, and it made her crave to experience more. Deep down, she was still tormented by this “wrong” but every time her body moaned with pleasure, her reason seemed to fade away.
When the second night fell, after a passionate lovemaking session in the bedroom that left Linh completely exhausted and falling into a deep sleep, Duc Anh gently slid out of bed. He looked at Linh curled up in the thin blanket, her face rosy, her breathing even, seemingly dreaming sweet dreams. An indescribable feeling of satisfaction rose in his heart. He pulled his robe on, then quietly went out to the balcony, where Troc was sitting drinking beer, his eyes looking far away towards the city sparkling with lights.
Troc turned back and was startled to see Duc Anh. “Aren’t you sleeping?”
Duc Anh sat down on the opposite chair, clinking his beer can with Troc’s. “I can’t sleep. Your flight is tomorrow night, right?”
Bald nodded. “Yes, tomorrow night. We have to go. The work in Japan is still unfinished, and the new company here is waiting.”
Duc Anh took a sip of beer, then turned to Troc, his eyes sparkling under the city lights, as if he was hiding some secret. “Mr. Troc, I think you should consider staying in Vietnam.”
Troc was surprised and almost dropped his beer can. “Why in Vietnam? The work is urgent, and besides… I think we should end it here.” He said, although his heart was still full of longing.
Duc Anh smiled lightly, a mysterious smile. “Brother Troc, I know you are also very… interested in everything Linh brings. You don’t need to hide it. I can see it too. Moreover, you have been in Japan for many years, now is the time for you to return to Vietnam to stabilize your new job, closer to your family. You can fly to Japan to finish what needs to be done, then come back here. What do you think? It’s convenient for both sides. Linh and I also want you to stay longer, we can get to know each other better, and perhaps… discover many new things.”
Troc looked at Duc Anh, his eyes full of hesitation. On one hand, he was afraid of moral barriers, afraid that staying would make everything more complicated. On the other hand, the desire to be with Linh, to continue to indulge in unprecedented pleasures, was too great. Moreover, the idea of returning to Vietnam to live near Linh and Duc Anh was also very attractive. He had been lonely in a foreign land for too long.
“Are you serious? Linh also wants me to stay?” Troc asked, his voice filled with hope.
Duc Anh nodded firmly. “Of course. Don’t you see how comfortable Linh is with you? I know Linh likes you too. Besides, this is also an opportunity for you and me to understand each other better. We are brothers, right?” He patted Troc’s shoulder, the smile on his lips even brighter. “Besides… I think Linh still has a lot of things that you haven’t discovered yet. Linh and I have had a long journey for her to reveal herself. Now that you’re here, I think this path will be even more interesting.” He slowly added, as if opening a new door. “Brother Troc, have you ever thought about the fact that you… have cuckolding tendencies? That means… you like to see your wife… being made love to by someone else. Like me, I see Linh making love with you is even better than doing it herself. This feeling is very special. I think you also have a little cuckolding tendencies. In the near future, I plan for Linh to take the next steps on this path of lust. Perhaps, you will be an important part of those adventures.”
His face reddened even more, he remembered the moments Duc Anh witnessed them making love, and the way he said those stimulating words. A current ran down his spine, a mixture of embarrassment and novelty. He had thought he was sick for feeling excited about Duc Anh witnessing. Now, hearing Duc Anh say it, he realized that maybe he wasn’t alone, and this feeling had a name. “Ah… I… also find it strange… but… there is something very… stimulating.”
Finally, Troc nodded, a bright smile on his lips, dismissing all doubts. “Okay! Then I will fly to Japan to finish the work, then return to Vietnam! It will probably take about a month or two.”
Duc Anh smiled triumphantly, raised his beer can and clinked it with Troc’s. “Great! Now the three of us will have more time to bond. Brother Troc, I know you won’t regret it.” Duc Anh’s eyes sparkled with calculation, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction. He knew this game had just begun, and Troc had completely entered his net.
That night after his conversation with Troc, Duc Anh returned to the bedroom and gently lay down next to Linh. He held her in his arms, feeling the warmth of her body. But sleep did not come to him. His mind was still filled with the words he had just said, and his plans for the future. He was lost in thought, until he felt Linh stir slightly, then slowly slip out of his arms.
He opened his eyes and saw Linh gently get out of bed and walk towards the door. He wanted to ask, but then kept silent, curiously watching. Linh went straight to the living room, where the moonlight shone through the large glass window, clearly illuminating Troc sitting on the sofa, seemingly unable to sleep either.
Linh sat down gently next to Troc, she looked at him, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “Can’t you sleep?” Her voice whispered, full of gentleness.
Bald shook his head, he reached out to hug Linh and pulled her close. “I… I still regret it. I don’t want to leave.”
Linh tightened her grip on him, a feeling of guilt creeping in, but then desire rose even stronger. “Me too. I… I want you to stay.”
And then, without words, the two bodies merged together again. In the dim moonlight, Linh took the initiative to kiss Troc’s lips, a deep kiss full of desire. She slowly slid down, removing the thin robe left on her body, revealing her naked body under the moonlight. Troc moaned, his trembling hands caressing all over her body. Linh took the initiative to ride him again, bouncing gently, her pussy was soaked and contracting crazily. Her moans were no longer restrained, they burst into lewd, pleasure-filled screams, echoing throughout the living room. “So good… Mr. Troc… harder… I’m so happy!”
Duc Anh was in the room, clearly hearing every sound. He knew what was happening. He walked out to the living room, standing still at the doorway, his eyes glued to the scene before him. Linh was riding Troc, her round ass bouncing up and down, her big breasts shaking and her lewd moans echoing. He stroked his cock faster, experiencing the real feeling of cuckolding, it was both bitter and painful but also extremely stimulating to the point of madness. Linh was not only lewd but also devoted, pampering Troc with both body and soul, just like the way she did with him – kissing cheeks, stroking hair, moaning his name, her eyes sparkling with love. He thought, a complex mix of excitement and jealousy was surging in his heart: My bitch… you did so well! Linh’s extreme lewdness, combined with the fact that Troc was her real brother, stimulated him until his throat was dry.
Unable to hold back any longer, Duc Anh approached without saying a word. He knelt down beside Troc, his hand caressing Linh’s firm thigh, then slowly slid up, touching the place where the two bodies were entwined. Linh was startled, letting out a small moan when she felt Duc Anh’s touch, but then she continued to thrust harder, as if inviting him to join. The threesome continued passionately until dawn. All three lay exhausted on the sofa, their bodies glistening with sweat and semen as evidence of a wild and limitless night.
As the first rays of dawn broke, signaling Troc’s departure, the three of them staggered to their feet. Together, they cleaned the villa, trying to erase all traces of their orgies. Their physical exhaustion had reached its peak, but each of them carried an indescribable feeling in their hearts, a deep and forbidden connection.
Duc Anh and Linh took Troc to the airport. There were no more furtive glances or stolen touches. Instead, there were tight hugs and promises for the day of reunion. Troc hugged Linh tightly and whispered in her ear: “I’ll be back soon, Linh. I’ll be back for good.” Linh nodded, her heart also going through complicated emotions. She kissed Troc on the cheek, a kiss that was no longer shy, but full of intimacy, like a promise.
As the plane took off, taking Troc back to Japan to finish his work before returning to Vietnam, Duc Anh held Linh’s hand tightly. They returned to their apartment without saying a word. The exhaustion after two passionate days finally hit them.
That night, Duc Anh held Linh in his arms on the familiar bed. Linh snuggled up to him, her body still limp, but her mind was extremely alert. She gently raised her head, looking into his eyes. “My dear husband!…”
Duc Anh held her tighter. “Listen, honey. Just tell me everything.”
Linh began to tell, her voice whispering with confidence. She told about the feeling of being liberated, of living fully with her instincts, about the strange attraction of Troc, about the new pleasure she had experienced. She did not hide anything, even the times when she moaned Troc’s name, even the times when she felt guilty. She also shared about her inner struggles, about the moral barriers that had been broken, and about the rules she had set. Linh emphasized that, despite her new feelings, her love for Duc Anh was still the most important. She wanted him to understand that she would never let anything harm their relationship.
Duc Anh listened, he did not interrupt her. Every word Linh said, every little detail about her lovemaking with Troc, about the emotions she experienced made his cock hard under the blanket. He could not stop imagining those scenes. He caressed her hair, occasionally letting out a small moan when Linh told a special detail. Even though they did not have sex, hearing Linh talk about her lust, about her complete abandonment with Troc made him extremely excited. He felt like he was reliving those moments, through Linh’s honest words.
When Linh finished, she looked up at him, her eyes still a little worried. “Honey, are you… are you angry with me?”
Duc Anh shook his head slightly, bent down to kiss her forehead. “Why are you angry, my whore? I just… think you’re wonderful. I know you’ve let yourself go, and I really like that. You’re truly mine, my own whore.” He hugged her tighter. Linh breathed a sigh of relief and nestled into his arms, feeling safe and understood. Sleep came to them, a deep and comfortable sleep on the familiar bed. Linh lay in her husband’s arms, feeling the familiar warmth, and wondered how their lives would change when Troc returned to Vietnam? And would she really be able to control the new desires that arose within her? The door to a new life, full of taboos and challenges, had opened.