Surreptitious Love Ch. 136 by BenGarland

Chapter 136 – Another titillating Surprise at the Show Home

Last week, I had wanted to continue my rousing role-play with Nguyet, the realtor, with whom I’d been having an affair for the last four years, but she suddenly had to work at the company’s headquarters, which were about six miles north of town.

However, what had happened instead had been equally stunning, as her sweet petite colleague Thuy and I had been able to finally conclude our anal project: When, three months ago at Charlie’s farewell party, Thuy had been lolling seductively near the pool at the hot springs, I had fallen in love with her shallow, light-brown anus dent, which reminded me of a French egg biscuit. Back then, Thuy had naturally requested a few weeks of prep time, but last Thursday, I had finally been able to redeem the backdoor voucher.

I still wasn’t sure if Nguyet’s absence had been sheer coincidence or the result of some charming scheming. Knowing Nguyet, she had probably told her colleague Thuy about our realtor-and-customer role-play, which may have put the idea in Thuy’s mind that she could take Nguyet’s spot in the ruse for one day and, finally, offer her lovely soft sphincter. Be that as it may:

We had managed to develop a beguiling arc of suspense and arousal and had almost climaxed together. But now the question was, of course: Who would I meet this week at the model home? Thuy or Nguyet? Or both? And would there be someone else, like Hoang, Thuy’s young lover? And what would transpire? Since Nguyet and I were pretending not to know each other in our role-play, I couldn’t really ask, as I didn’t want to ruin the plot.

Interestingly, Nguyet’s young intern Casey, with whom I had started an anal affair about six weeks back, had conceived a tantalizing, stunning plan: Couldn’t we, she had asked me, arrange some kind of sex-performance once? She hadn’t told me too many details yet but seemed to envision a sex show on some sort of stage, during which we could watch how arousal slowly builds up in a man and a woman, before the two of them would unite. Perhaps she had conceived the idea while playing with her girlfriend – our lovely, blind masseuse Hanh – a relationship which offered everything, apart from a real cock.

I asked Casey if she would, in principle, be open to get banged herself up on said stage, which she confirmed, and also what her motivation was. Of course, she blamed me for her lewd proposal, reminding me that, four weeks ago, when I had tried to get her to join us for a trip to the hot springs, I had told her that ‘no one would sit directly next to a copulating couple.’ in other words, if she and one of the guys were to have sex, they could separate themselves in the relative large area at the Onsen – even though there was an unwritten orgy-rule that anyone can watch whoever if they desired to do so.

Back then, I had hoped, of course, that me saying this would alleviate Casey’s fears, knowing that once she would be there, no holds would be barred. And it had worked: after sitting and watching a bit sheepishly for a while, she had taken Hoang’s hand and led him to the bungalow, where he then mounted her from behind. Since Charlie’s aunt Yen had wanted to watch the two of them, though, the two of us had spied through the horizontal boards on the cabin front, but now Casey wanted to turn the tables: Why shouldn’t we sit or lie next to a fornicating couple and watch everything?!

Well, Nguyet was an avid exhibitionist, who would love to parade her dripping-wet pussy around and expose herself during sex. But there were two problems with Casey watching Nguyet or the other way ’round: while 18-year-old Casey could have anal intercourse at her will and leisure, her boss – who was also 15 years her senior – was still widening and softening her leathery anus thimble, which didn’t seem to be an ideal set-up. But when I clarified with Casey if it had to be backdoor sex, she relented, as the point for her was primarily to watch the build-up of arousal. So, vaginal intercourse would be fine. For now. As long as she could have the opportunity to watch with impunity.

Needless to say, I liked the idea of watching a sex-performance, but this week I had to see whoever was working at the model home in the ‘burbs and what would transpire there, as I had promised Thuy. And so Casey and I agreed to hatch sex-show plans the following week. To get some idea in which direction we were heading, though, I asked my succulent young friend who actually were her favorites to perform the act.

Hoang was her obvious choice, as he was a good-natured stud, but Casey’s pick for the female lead was surprising: she wanted to see Hoang bang our divine mature friend Yen, Charlie’s aunt, as her figure reminded Casey of her own. And even though I found it strange, at first, that Casey picked Yen, psychologically it made perfect sense: she wanted to avoid involving her colleagues Nguyet or Thuy, and in some ways, Yen was perhaps the closest Casey would ever get to watching herself fuck.

Fine. When I was driving over to the model home around 11 on Thursday, I was dizzy. My thoughts were going around in circles, from Hoang and Yen, to Casey, Thuy, and Nguyet. Stopping at a traffic light, my mind finally switched to the show home today, which was still a bit mysterious: who would be there, and how would things develop? Had the ladies already choreographed the afternoon, or would we just let everything happen?

Would Thuy want vaginal intercourse this time – as she had been ovulating the previous week – or did she enjoy anal sex so much that she would want me to fill her rectum again? Or both? Would we eat, first, before we would go up to the small bedroom? Or would we soil the vinyl couch in the living room, like I had done with Nguyet two weeks back? Or would things turn out to be completely different, like the last time I was there?

When I pulled up in front of Nguyet’s office, Thuy’s as well as Hoang’s motorcycles were parked outside, which I immediately liked. The only thing I couldn’t be sure of was whether Thuy had perhaps forgotten that we had a date and asked her young lover to swing by. Anyway, Hoang and I had known each other for quite some time and were on really good terms. Our ribald, salacious afternoon with Nguyet and Mira last fall would be difficult to top. As always, I smoked a quick ciggy to mentally prepare myself for the things to come.

When I finally went in, Hoang was standing on a ladder, straight across from the entrance door. He had taken the A/C unit apart and, for a split-second, I thought that he might be part of a role-play, in which he would be the handyman and, somehow, we would end up fucking the office lady together, which was almost confirmed when he didn’t greet me, initially.

Thuy, on the other hand, got up from behind her desk and smiled at me, but then he also turned around and nodded. She was wearing the light-blue company-polo and dark tailored pants, which looked good but different. Thuy usually wore skirts or dresses. She gesticulated that I should take a seat, as the two of them would be busy for another few minutes, while Hoang was carefully coming down the ladder now with a rather large part in one hand, which he then placed on the tarp on the floor, before he disappeared to wash his hands.