Surreptitious Love Ch. 147

Chapter 147 - Setting up a House of Pleasure</p>
After the juicy period sex with Nguyet last week, we finally wanted to get the brothel project under way that we had been planning together for a while. From time to time, the two of us enjoyed titillating stage productions to breathe fresh air into our relationship, and we also wanted to reinvigorate the ties with the other members of our orgy posse. Since Nguyet's real estate company had recently acquired an older, charming guesthouse, which wasn't used at the moment, we also had a splendid venue for our debauchery.
Over the last four years, we had extended our sensual circle quite a bit, but for several reasons we had drifted apart over the last three months. I had spent my time primarily with Nguyet - and also met Hanh and Emily - but since Casey and Hoang had hooked up, they had disconnected from us. Similarly, Vu and Giang, my niece-in-law, hadn't shown their faces since Charlie's farewell party in March, and we didn't have any idea what they had been up to. Charlie's encounters with his aunt Yen had been awkward, to say the least, and we had no idea what Thuy - who had deflowered him last Christmas - was doing these days.
In our ruse, Nguyet was going to be the bordello queen, and we had agreed to pretend that we didn't know each other. So, Charlie and I would just show up at the old delightful guesthouse, not knowing what to expect nor who else might be there. Our petite blind masseuse Hanh was probably going to show, as she had expressed her interest in taking part in a role-play and, step by step, the others would either be interviewed to work there or appear by some sort of cleverly contrived happenstance. Hoang could be the handyman, for instance, and Vu a food delivery driver; or something along those lines. Nguyet was full of ribald ideas, an ardent exhibitionist, had a wide variety of ravishing clothes, and loved to arrange such tantalizing, erotic situations.
Yes, this could only end well. Since Charlie wanted to eat lunch at home, however, we skipped our habitual coffee-shop visit and decided to directly just meet at the small hotel. After all, we should also be able to chat there, particularly since the brothel was just starting to operate; there wasn't going to be a dozen of ravishing young women waiting for us. Knowing Nguyet, she would engineer everything much more slowly, as trying to bring everyone back together at once would have meant wasting an array of beguiling opportunities for sensual encounters.
I arrived first and decided to smoke outside, of course. Only Nguyet's older Honda was parked here, but she obviously could have given Hanh, who wasn't able to take part in traffic anyway, or another girl a ride. After I had lit my ciggy, I wondered what roles Charlie and I were going to assign to each other. The door was perhaps five inches ajar, but I didn't peek inside, as Charlie and I were meant to walk in together and Nguyet and I were pretending not to know each other. Soon, I could hear Charlie from a quarter of a mile away, as his 50cc rice burner had a sawed-off muffler.
After he had parked his spiffy cookie-saw and taken his helmet off, he fumbled a pack of smokes out of his chest pocket and asked what he could expect today.
"Well, Nguyet is setting up a house of ill repute... and we're the first clients in a long time... I guess we heard somewhere that there's such an establishment here... and then, over the next months, there will be more and more people from our orgy party... she might be 'interviewing' one person right now to get the thing back on track... I'm sure she's gonna tell us the background story she has come up with in a minute... or she's all by herself, but that would be a bit unusual for a brothel..."
As Charlie was just listening and taking puffs from his ciggy, nodding occasionally, I asked him if he had banged Emily during the last few days.
"Yeah, I was at her place on Monday... but we knew her roommate would be back soon, so we didn't do much... and: no anal," he laughed. "But it was still cool..."
I was glad that I had brought the two of them together, as they both weren't from our town and needed company. Not just for sex. Charlie's father had been an airline pilot, so the family had lived in various big cities over the years and only moved back to our sleepy town during Covid, when Charlie's father had wanted to change careers.
"And what about your aunt? Have you talked to her since that botched anal attempt?" I asked, since we couldn't discuss such delicate matters inside, with Nguyet present.
Charlie and his aunt Yen, who was his dad's younger sister, were mad about each other. They had managed to have proper sex once - at his farewell party in March - but lately things hadn't gone so well. Three weeks ago, she had given him one hectic blowjob and, another time, tried to get him to fuck her in her butt, but when he had seen her two small hemorrhoids, Charlie had been Ataşehir Escort turned off.
"No," he shook his head. "And I don't think it makes sense to try anymore... it's really awkward if it's just the two of us; there needs to be at least one more person... ideally you, Ben..." he said, looking rather solemn. "Or we'll get her to join us here..." he grinned, pointing at the guesthouse with his ciggy between his index and middle fingers.
"I'm sure Nguyet's already working on it," I tried to comfort him, even though I had no idea if Nguyet had already got in touch with his Yen.
Yes, Charlie's aunt was an outright classy woman: sensual, stylish, with a nice womanly figure, a precious face, and gorgeous hair. Overall, she was full of lust and life but, presumably, troubled by her bad conscience. Perhaps Charlie was right: here, in our mock-up whorehouse, they could pretend not to be related and live out their wonderfully depraved fantasies, as moral principles and ethic norms were pretty much suspended anyway.
"But, Ben, today we can... Nguyet... I mean..." Charlie was trying to make sure he would get to fuck, after all the awkward shit he'd been through with his lovely aunt and a bunch of girls in Saigon over the last six months.
"I assume so... you know how much Nguyet likes you... but there might be another girl or lady, too... Hanh, for instance..."
He ignored the latter, as he wasn't too keen on interacting with our blind friend, but then asked if he could have anal intercourse with Nguyet during the next few weeks. He had tried that with Emily for his very first time just a few days back. Obviously, he had liked it.
"Last week was great, man, wasn't it?" I chuckled. "But sure... if you ask Nguyet nicely... I think she likes anal... I don't see why you couldn't..."
Since we were long done smoking our two cigarettes, each, Charlie suggested to go in. Nguyet had certainly heard him arrive about fifteen minutes ago, which may have triggered some final touch-ups here at the house. Charlie commented how dark and quiet it was on the ground floor, and we didn't see any signs that anything had changed over the last three weeks - since I had been here for the unctuous period sex with Nguyet. But then, we didn't have the means nor the authority to do much to the building, anyway. Brothels were actually illegal in Vietnam; solicitation for sex happened at hair salons, massage parlors, or karaoke bars but, eventually, people often ended up at such small guest houses. So, our ruse was fairly consistent and plausible, in the end.
Walking along the hall on the ground floor, we went all the way back, trying to see a sign of Nguyet or any other woman - carelessly strewn stockings, lacy underwear that was still warm, and such sundry items - but there was nothing, even though most of the doors were ajar. So, we decided to go upstairs, were we then could hear faint noises in the back of the hall, before we saw Nguyet slowly walking backwards out of one room, sweeping languidly. After I cleared my throat, she turned her head, hesitated for a second, but then leaned her broom against the wall and began to walk toward us.
"Oh, hello... how can I help you?" she asked.
"Well," I was kneading my hands in front of my chest awkwardly: "We've heard that there's an establishment here... you know, where we could... for an hour..." I was hemming and hawing. "This young chap here," I was pointing at Charlie, "... ahem, wants to get a bit of... well... experience before he's moving to Saigon in three weeks..."
Nguyet was sweating and now melodramatically wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.
"Oh, yes... well... that's gone... because of Covid..." she laughed a tad sarcastically. "All the girls have pretty much disappeared... but, you're right: I'm trying to get the gang back together... actually... but it's not going to be easy..."
Nguyet was wearing an older, non-descript beige blouse, which I had never seen before, as well as the greenish denim skirt, which she had so charmingly soiled about a month back, when she eventually had joined me for lunch in just her pantyhose. No stockings today, though. She didn't appear to be wearing a bra, either, as her boobs were further down on her front as they would in a lacy harness. Her feet, on the other hand, stuck in cute grey socks and then in yellow flip-flops, which looked surprisingly sexy, though. She could just wear anything.
"On a brighter note: One of the girls has already promised to be back..." she added now, before she invited us to sit down at the small, square table in the alcove.
Since Charlie and I were visiting a whorehouse, I hadn't brought any beer, so, for a second, I didn't know how to proceed. Well, we could be sure that Nguyet had a plan.
"You're rather attractive... a-hem... beautiful, yes, Mrs....?"
"Nguyet," she completed the line, extending her hand.
Of course, we told her our names, but then Ataşehir Escort Bayan she threw the ball back: "Beautiful..." she sighed. "What does that even mean?!"
"A-hem... well, would you be available, once the establishment is in full swing again?" I dashed forward.
Charlie was looking at her keenly, probably waiting for an emphatic 'yes.'
"Pah... that's not for me... anymore..."
"But back then, before Covid, you usually were part of the fracas?" I chuckled to make light of the slightly somber situation.
"Sometimes..." she divulged coyly. "If there were a lot of customers, and I particularly liked one guy... but normally, I was downstairs, at the door, sifting through the men..."
'Sifting'. Ha! Awesome.
"You didn't let anyone in?" I double-checked.
"Of course, not..." she replied firmly. "We're more like a meeting point, anyway... not a brothel... that's illegal... And most girls had regular jobs and only came here during their lunch break... or in the afternoon, after work... most of our clients were the Koreans and the Japanese who used to live in the neighborhood... you know, the engineers from the nearby oil refinery..."
Slowly, a picture was emerging that was pretty plausible, and I realized that I was gathering steam. When I looked at her slightly sagging boobs, I caught my cock twitch. Nguyet asked Charlie if he didn't have a girlfriend, which startled him, and now he looked at her with his eyes wide open:
"Well, I do... but things aren't going well at the moment... and she's not here, anyway... but my uncle and I often have sex together... I mean, with a woman... or two..." he blushed.
'Uncle'. Ha! Well, ok, I could live with that. I was glad, though, that Charlie didn't divulge that he had had sex with three or four women at once. Or his gorgeous aunt. Nguyet didn't seem shocked by his revelation, but she wasn't giving any clues that she might offer herself today, either. Which was great, in a way. The tension was palpable, and when she was drying her sweaty hands on her skirt, I could see the contours of her wonderfully oval thighs, and my arousal reached a new level. But how could I suggest sex to a slightly aging, sweating, deliberately unattractively dressed madam in a former whorehouse that wasn't open at the moment?!
"Well, Charlie, you're probably disappointed, huh?" I asked him across the table.
"Well, as it stands...or doesn't... ha-ha..." he quipped. "But, true, I had been looking forward to some action..." he admitted.
I prayed, though, that he wouldn't ask her crudely now to blow him. Nguyet had a pitying yet also compassionate look on her face and seemed to be thinking.
"Well, real sex you probably won't have today... not yet... I'm sorry, but I can offer you one thing..." she added cryptically. "Just follow me!"
We went another floor up, all the while ogling her swinging little butt under her skirt. Charlie seemed really excited; he was perhaps hoping to find Thuy upstairs, naked on a bed. As she had deflowered him last Christmas, he had a special relationship with her, of course, even though she wasn't a stunner, like his aunt. Ha, yes, perhaps Yen was sitting in one of the rooms, with a ludicrous back story, like she was the cleaning lady or something. That would be something! Nguyet and Yen knew and liked each other, so that wasn't completely impossible, but it would have been too contrived, perhaps.
Or our blind masseuse Hanh would offer us a blowjob under some pretext? She couldn't be the cleaning lady, though, but Nguyet had enough imagination to provide even a blind young woman with some sort of plausible background. Well, the problem was, though, that Charlie was a bit leery of Hanh, as she was tiny and blind. Nguyet wasn't aware of his slight trepidation, on the other hand. And what about Mira, our friend from the Philippines with the long clit?! Nah, she wasn't back yet. She would be staying at the private English school where I worked; I would have seen her there already.
Technically, even Emily could be here, as she and Nguyet were working at the same company, but in different departments. I wasn't sure if they had ever spoken to each other, though. And Nguyet didn't know that Charlie and Emily had hit it off so well last week that they even had backdoor sex. So, Emily was kinda unlikely, in the end. But what about Casey? Well, Charlie didn't know her, so Nguyet couldn't be certain if that would work, and I wasn't sure, either, if Nguyet wanted Casey to ever show up here, since the latter had stolen the thunder from my long-term affair when she had offered her easy-going anus to me, right around the time Nguyet and I had been in the process of mollifying her sphincter.
I didn't get further with my ruminations, as we had arrived at the room that Nguyet wanted to lead us to. Right away, she sat down on the foot end of the bed and laughed at Charlie and me, who were looking around but couldn't see Escort Ataşehir anyone. The only thing that was special was a curtain from wall to wall that separated the room into two unequal parts.
"If you look a bit more, you might be able to detect the genie that will relieve you today..."
I obviously trusted Nguyet that she had prepared something rousing and charming but still wasn't sure where this was going. When I looked at her again, however, right away I wanted to kneel between her legs, fold her skirt up, and rip her panties - if she was wearing any - off her little nimble legs and eat out her cunt. Yes, I knew that wasn't very sophisticated, but didn't she want to be perceived as such today?! With her coarse blouse, her old flip-flops, and grey socks; unwashed and sweating, as she was?! Without a bra?! Oh, Jesus Christ, she probably smells rather savory under her skirt right now, I thought to myself.
Kind of feisty, she now asked us to get our 'tools' out. Did she change her mind and now wanted to jerk us off, or even blow us?! Of course, Charlie and I both obliged and dropped our pants and underwear, before we stepped out of everything. I moved a bit closer to Nguyet, stroking my cock up and down. Charlie's noodle was nicely stiff, but he didn't appear particularly happy about the whole situation, as Nguyet was holding up her palms now and shaking her glorious, diamond-shaped head, rejecting us.
"No, no, not me," she laughed cheerfully. "You gotta keep looking... at the curtain..." she suggested instead.
I bent forward and searched for more clues in the brightly colored material. Slowly, it began to dawn on me what might be going on, and, yes, then I saw the opening: I turned toward Nguyet, pointing at the five-inch hole, and she held her thumbs up, smiled, and nodded. I took a deep breath and turned a bit more to be able to see Charlie behind me, who still looked dumbfounded. Well, since this whole scene had been arranged by Nguyet and another good sensual soul, we had to play along now.
I could hear Nguyet giggle to my left and stepped closer to the curtain. It had sounded like Charlie had plopped himself down in the only armchair in the room, and I saw that he was looking forlornly at his half-stiff cock. But when I lifted my limp dick through the hole, I felt fluffy hair after a second or two - which was probably of the pubic variety - and then naked skin, with a cleft, it seemed - which may have been a butt - before a tender female hand - so I thought - grabbed my cock and began to fondle it. Eventually, my foreskin was pushed back and some, nicely rough tongue went around my glans, before my dick disappeared into a warm, moist mouth.
Aaahhh! Oh, oh yes, this was already pretty awesome. Languidly, someone was sucking my cock now behind the curtain. Oh, how much I loved Nguyet - and the other person, whoever that was - for their vision and courage! How original that was! A glory hole! Our very first! I rejoiced. With slightly swinging hips, I turned to Nguyet and nodded appreciatively. I told Charlie quickly that he would definitely need to try that but then gave in fully to the heavenly treatment. I felt tickling and prickling all over my midsection and thighs and grew exceedingly happy about having my cock in such a perfect wet and warm environment.
But who could be the one blowing? I instantly wondered. Was it Hanh? Or Thuy? I couldn't tell, really, but thought that it must be a young woman who knew us both, Charlie and me. Well, perhaps it was his aunt Yen, after all?! But then, she had a large mouth and blew more ferociously. Voraciously. With panache. This here was different. Tender. Languid. Was Tina back in town? But she didn't know our young friend...
At some point, Nguyet reminded me to push my balls though the opening a well, which prompted the fabulous genie at the other end to juggle and suck them. As I was still missing a bit of visual stimulation after a while, I asked Nguyet to pull her skirt back and show me her legs, which she did after some hesitation. But only to the point where we could see the lower two-thirds or three quarters of her marvelous marble thighs. Knowing that that may not be enough, she also opened two buttons up on her blouse, before she smiled at me again with her head cocked, lasciviously licking her lips. My cock was only about half-stiff, but we weren't in a hurry - apart from Charlie, perhaps, who was panting heavily like a puppy behind my back.
I heard how Charlie asked Nguyet something in Vietnamese, after which she pulled her skirt up a bit more. We could now see about five sixths of her glorious light thighs. Since she seemed aroused as well, I began to ask myself what Nguyet actually could have in mind for quenching her own thirst today: She wasn't just gonna wait, until Charlie and I had lavished ourselves inside that glorious creature's mouth behind the curtain?! I still had the carte blanche from our previous role play, but wasn't sure if that hadn't already expired. Right when I thought to myself that the mysterious genie behind the curtain was doing a superb job, it occurred to me that, technically, it could also be a guy. O-oh! The ladyboy from my niece Giang's mother's hair salon? O-oh. How piquant would that be?