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Chapter 108 -- Our Orgies are Gaining Dignity</p>
My long-term affair Nguyet and I had been thinking and then preparing orgies for a few weeks, when our provincial government here in south-central Vietnam had imposed fairly strict Covid-19 restrictions. Since Nguyet worked at a vintage hotel, which was supposed to be renovated in a month or so, however, we had still been able to hold a few ribald bashes, but some of the most eager young women hadn't been able to join us yet. Thanh and Anna, for instance, still were confined in quarantine at home, as the latter's dad and the former's mom were doctors who daily had contact with Covid-19 patients. In other words, of all people, the two who had most passionately prepared the rumpus were forced to keep away. At least, Nguyet, whose idea it all had been, had been released from her quarantine ten days back, so that she had already been able to join us once, but now, we needed to make plans for the following Friday.
As far as I knew, Nguyet's beau Vu and his friend Hoang would be there as well as Thuy, Nguyet's cute, petite colleague with her fairly large boobs. What looked like a decent line-up, wasn't good enough for Nguyet, though, as there were three guys but only two ladies who would roll around together at the Art Deco hotel that was slated to get renovated soon. Both, Nguyet and Thuy were real estate brokers who, in addition to selling cookie-cutter homes to the aspiring Vietnamese middle-class, had become the part-time stewards for the vintage building. Since my long-term affair Nguyet and my cute, petite, blind masseuse Hanh didn't get along, I didn't want to invite her. My niece Giang and Nguyet's lover Vu had kind of hit it off, too, but bringing Giang could create a volatile situation. And Mira, my young colleague from the Philippines, had rescinded her consent a few days back, as she would be menstruating by the end of the week.
Well, my blind masseuse Hanh had perhaps told her god-aunt Mrs. Yen, what had happened when we were at Hanh's massage parlor a few weeks back, so Mrs. Yen got in touch with me, surprisingly. She was about my age, early fifties, but still pretty as a picture. She was Buddhist and very quiet and calm. Unlike me, however, she still had a stunning figure. We had partied hard six or seven times; at first, with her slightly handicapped daughter Linh, but then also with Hanh at her massage parlor, as Mrs. Yen was friends with Hanh's mother. Linh was a med student in Hanoi, who had had a stroke or something when she was about ten. As a result, she limped a bit, but was gloriously beautiful, otherwise. Once, we had bumped into each other in Da Nang, where she chose to let her family go to some matinee to join me at my home stay for an hour. That morning still was one of the most moving and arousing sensual encounters I had ever had.
Eventually, Linh had told her mother what had happened that fateful day, which had prompted her to let me massage Linh one afternoon at their home. Mrs. Yen had left the house for about an hour, but when she returned, finding us engaged in sensual play, she joined us, and ever since then, we had met infrequently for sensual massages, which invariably ended in intercourse and, sometimes, peeing onto each other. Mrs. Yen was also a great masseuse, and so she was now eager join us at the old hotel. I was sure she would be a great addition to an, otherwise, erotically eager yet not particularly gifted young bunch of people.
Of course, Nguyet remembered Mrs. Yen as well, as she was stunningly beautiful and her daughter stood out with her minor walking impediment. Like Nguyet, Thuy was also beyond 30, which might have tipped the scales for my glorious mature friend. I asked Nguyet if she wanted to punish her lover once more, but she only laughed and told me that we shouldn't, as we had a new guest at our 'party'. I wondered if Hoang or Vu knew Mrs. Yen, as she stuck out from all the women of her generation and if those two young guys were into older women at all, but I didn't ask. We would find out, obviously. If they didn't, I'd take care of her, as I hadn't touched or seen her naked her for several months. When I asked Mrs. Yen if she couldn't bring her blind godchild, she declined immediately as she didn't want Hanh's family to know that she was on going on an erotic adventure. But she knew to old hotel and agreed that the location was ideal. Even though she had promised herself to abstain from sex, the lonely time in lockdown at home had let her juices ferment, so that she was now eager to indulge in some ribald rumpus again.
Either way, I showed up at the old hotel on Friday around 11, and Thuy pushed the large metal harmonica door open, like she had been waiting behind it for the sound of a motorcycle arriving. She was wearing her tailored navy-blue work pants again and a dark-orange hoodie, which seemed too warm for the 82 degrees we still had here in the beginning of October. When she pulled up her hood to amuse me, she looked super-cute, like an elf, with her 4'11'' frame. I took that stupid ankara sınırsız escortlar blindfold with those silly bulging eyes, which had been given to me by last Christmas' Secret Santa, out from under my seat, as I had had the idea to let all the guys sniff the ladies' asses as the beginning. Or let the girls suck all the guys' cocks and see if they were able to tell which one was whose. I liked the image of Nguyet, Mrs. Yen and Thuy kneeling onto the bed next to each other, with their naked asses protruding into the room. And, also, us three guys sitting on the bed with our erect cocks, being approached by a blindfolded girl. Whoever got every cock or ass right could perhaps pick with whom to fuck first. Or something like that.
Yes, in some ways it was almost magical that the numbers added up today; Nguyet had been right to complain: we had, for the first time ever, the same number of lads and ladies. The only danger was that we would see three 'couples' emerging, which would defy the idea of group sex, of course. But then, on the other hand, I didn't think we should implement any rules about that. Whatever happened, happened. When I stepped into the kitchen, everyone was sitting around the table, chatting and laughing. They greeted me somewhat staidly, especially Mrs. Yen, who smiled and nodded, like I had entered a temple. But, of course, she wasn't gonna holler, as she was almost about twice as old as the others. Vu and Hoang got up to get me a chair and a beer, while Nguyet put a glass with ice in front of me. Even the women were to be drinking beer, apparently, which was a little unusual; perhaps because they were all above 30. Or because they wanted to loosen up.
Nguyet was wearing a simple, light top and a dark, knee length skirt, as so often when she had been working at our school. She was sitting across from me again; like the last time I had been here. Next to her, to her right, was Mrs. Yen, but I couldn't completely see what she was sporting, apart from her blueish-greyish tight blouse. Probably a fairly short skirt, the way Vu, who was sitting to her right was looking at her legs. Both young guys had dressed up in white, long-sleeved shirts, whose sleeves were rolled up. There were two plates with fried noodles with vegetables and what looked like chicken on the table, and nothing presaged what was about to unfold here in about 30 minutes.
Radiating dignity and beauty, Mrs. Yen was the uncontested star of our lunch here. What I couldn't imagine, though, was her getting undressed unceremoniously in front of those young guys. But then, on the other hand, her just watching them and doing nothing was difficult to fathom, too. I grew keen to see exactly when and how she would let loose and what would trigger it. Yes, I liked imagining her conduct upstairs and her first step: would she unbutton her blouse, first, or just reach under her skirt and nonchalantly pull down her panties? Oooarr, that would be hot! As the whole conversation was taking place in Vietnamese, I mused over Mrs. Yen's likely comportment some more, before I began to admire Nguyet who, as I just said, was sitting straight across from me again.
Nguyet had pinned her hair up on the back of her head and looked great with her bangs of different lengths and her hair parted asymmetrically. I watched her small bosom heave and also admired her upper lip, which was shaped like a flying seagull. At some point, Mrs. Yen's beauty demanded my attention again, however, and I noticed that she had cut her hair shorter. She had precious dark almond-shaped eyes, and I imagined her in a kimono. Yes, perhaps we should reenact the scene that Nguyet had thought up once during an outrageous lunch with her mother: Nguyet purported to have lived in Japan for a few years when she was 19. There, at the office, it became a tradition that every Friday, all the ladies would pull down their pantyhose for lunch, so that their male colleagues could dip their sashimi or whatever between the girls' labia. Nguyet had never elaborated if that ever led to sex, but I had imagined an office like that countless times and was super keen to actualize that fantasy.
When Thuy was finally taking off her hoodie, her T-shirt made its way up all the way to her décolleté. Everyone had seen her bra and her large breasts and laughed. What would have been embarrassing in any other social situation didn't matter today, though, as we all were going to get naked in fifteen minutes. Everyone was still snorting and blushing, and I became hornier and hornier. It had been such a small moment, but Thuy's non-descript bra had triggered all kinds of hormones in everyone's body. While Vu was looking at Mrs. Yen's thighs again, Nguyet warned me in English that Thuy was ovulating today, which the other two guys knew already, she said. To make a little conversation, I asked the guys if they knew Mrs. Yen, as her daughter had been at their school a few years under them, but they declined. Ok, fair enough, but now Hoang got up and fetched us several more beers and fresh ice.
Mrs. ankara suriyeli escortlar Yen's cheeks had become reddish from the laughter and the beer, and now she had discovered how handsome Vu was, as she was looking at him whenever she had a chance. Now she even let her gaze completely rest on him, which seemed to make him slightly nervous. But across from her was Hoang, who had long, wavy, gelled hair and was older and taller than Vu. And, unlike Vu's, Hoang's girlfriend wasn't in the room, so Mrs. Yen had better focus on him, perhaps, I thought to myself, although Nguyet didn't seem jealous at the moment.
Anyway, just like Nguyet, neither of the two young guys had an ounce of fat on his body. Mrs. Yen's figure was more womanly, of course, and she was also taller than the two other women. Now, she got up, possibly to pee, and squeezed herself past Nguyet, which made everyone in the room--even the girls--focus on her midsection. Mrs. Yen was wearing a dark-grey, tight skirt which ended about six inches above her knees. Nguyet explained to her where the bathroom was, and I wished I could see Thuy's bra again. I didn't say anything, though, as she surely would get naked in a bit upstairs. Looking at everyone, and especially the way Nguyet was smiling and nodding at me, I was super optimistic that our sensual rumpus would be cheerful and thoroughly amusing.
When Mrs. Yen came back into the kitchen, I admired her shapely legs, which she noticed immediately. She blushed once more and sat down again next to Vu, who didn't let the opportunity to ogle her fine figure once more pass. Hoang poured the leftover beer from the cans into everyone's glasses, and we toasted to a successful afternoon full of debauchery. Nguyet and Thuy put the bowls and the chopsticks together; it looked like they wanted to do the dishes right way. When Hoang got his pack of cigarettes out and offered me one, I politely declined and lit one of my own menthols, instead. We puffed away happily, while Nguyet was helping Thuy with the dishes over at the sink. Mrs. Yen was asking Hoang something in Vietnamese, while Vu turned a can into an ashtray.
When the girls were done with the dishes, they remained standing next to the table, like they wanted to break up our lunch circle and go upstairs. So, we dropped our cigarette butts in the empty beer can and got up as well. Gentlemen that we were, we three guys took Mrs. Yen, as our star, in our midst, and then we proceeded upstairs like a group of museum visitors. I pointed out the gorgeous chandelier to her but then let her go one or two steps ahead, so that I could admire her perfect mature butt. I couldn't detect a panty line, but the fabric of her skirt snuggled up against her fine roundish form perfectly. I was glad that neither Mira nor my niece Giang were here, as Mrs. Yen's charisma and the vibes we were getting from her were more than enough. When I asked Vu how his relationship with my niece was coming along, he told me that he was going to see her on Sunday. He then winked and said that his forestry office in the woods had a simple bedroom.
Mrs. Yen was carrying her purse with her and waited in the hall to see where exactly we would go. We turned left and were now passing half a dozen empty hotel rooms whose doors were ajar, before we finally went into the only room that still had some furniture in it. Nothing had really changed since the last time, of course; only the single bed was now parallel to the larger double, perhaps five feet away. I tossed that childish blindfold onto the double bed, but when Nguyet saw it, she picked it up and laughed:
"What's that for?" she demanded to know.
"Oh..." I began like I didn't have a clue: "Perhaps we could play a game or something..." I only said slightly cryptically.
When Nguyet put on her inquisitive look, I explained my plan to her: We could, I proposed, determine by smell who wanted to fuck whom. I conceded that Mrs. Yen might find that strange, as she was much older than most and perhaps didn't want to expose her ass like that in front of four young people who she didn't know well. And, yes, Thuy was ovulating, which would kind of ruin the plan anyway. Sure enough, Nguyet didn't seem particularly enthused.
"Well, you got a better idea for the beginning?" I asked her.
Vu was already looking at Mrs. Yen's thighs and her curiously firm yet also soft figure again, and it dawned on me that--if we guys could pick--we probably would all have wanted to fuck Yen, although the two young dudes looked a tad too queasy to approach her directly.
"Well, Ben, Thuy needs to go at 1:30..." Nguyet told me now, as if that was doing anything for the beginning.
"Well, then she could start by blowing Vu or Hoang," I suggested halfheartedly, so we could proceed.
As we had seen Thuy's bra already, it seemed to be the most natural beginning. Nguyet, Mrs. Yen, and I were sitting on the double bed--Nguyet half next to and half behind me--while our mature lady friend was a little further away; sincan türbanlı escortlar literally, out of reach. Nguyet asked Vu and Hoang if they didn't want to warm up with Thuy, to which Hoang nodded but then went to the bathroom first. Mrs. Yen got up in the meantime and fetched a bottle with massage oil and a colorful pack of condoms from her purse, which she had left near the door. Okay, she had come prepared, and the way she was putting these two things on a chair near the bed showed us that she consented and was ready.
I wasn't sure what to do while Thuy would be blowing Hoang, though: should I ask Yen to massage me? But I didn't want to be in Vu's way if he was really so keen on banging Mrs. Yen. But he didn't seem to be able to muster enough strength to tell her what he wanted to do. Anyway, we now watched Thuy take off her T-shirt, and there it was: her whitish bra, who was probably a few years old. She left is on, though, just like her pants, but then at least took a pillow off the bed and put it on the ground. She redid her hairband in the back, after she had kneeled down on the side of the single bed, and then looked at Vu and Hoang, whose turn it apparently was. Hoang took off his pants and underpants and then lay down perpendicular to her head and the footrest of the bed, kind of like the wrong way.
"Nguyet... this is sooo... so clumsy, in a way," I whispered. "Don't you think?!"
She just shrugged shoulders, like she was asking 'what else do you wanna do?!' Well, we had prepared all those great tombola notes, which we were going to put in a hat, but they were at Anna's house, and since Anna and Thanh couldn't be here, I guess, it would have been wrong to use them anyway. And they had prepared a rousing striptease, too, but obviously that wasn't going to happen, either, as long as they were confined to their respective homes. Hoang had already stripped to music at Thanh's about six weeks back, but we didn't have music today. Well, anyway, as Thuy was blowing him, the party was slowly taking off. Bordering onto boredom, I looked at Yen's legs five feet away from me, while Nguyet seemed happy to watch her colleague Thuy blow Hoang. And, yeah, the noises were mildly rousing. Perhaps we should just get all naked?!
I was still unsure about Mrs. Yen, though. Would she mind? Would she like that? When I asked Nguyet, though, she only shrugged shoulders again, like she had lost all her moxie and gumption suddenly, but then she whispered that Mrs. Yen had said that today she was only here to 'meet everyone.' Nguyet had even done the air quotes, which was cute, but then I asked about the condoms.
"Well, she said she will perhaps have intercourse, but not without a condom, especially not with the boys," Nguyet told me, as Mrs. Yen's English was as poor as my Vietnamese.
Well, ok, then. When I turned my head, I saw that Thuy was genuinely enjoying herself, blowing Hoang's dick. Her rakish smile made her ten years younger, and everyone seemed to have noticed the joy that she was radiating. Yeah, slowly, I was being turned on as well, and so I asked myself if I should get in line with the lads. But then there were Nguyet and Mrs. Yen, who I'd rather have banged. But Thuy must have been doing a lot of things right, as Hoang's cock seemed nicely stiff. Was Mrs. Yen perhaps waiting to be officially invited? Just when I wanted to ask Nguyet for her take, Yen got up and began to unbutton her blouse.
What a powerful moment that was! Everyone knew that this was the signal to more and better things. Just like Thuy, Mrs. Yen grabbed a pillow from the bed and kneeled next to our petite tooter, who slid over a bit to make room for our mature goddess, who took off her blouse before she languidly and lasciviously removed her bra. Her breasts were like sources of light: warm, welcoming light that was. Her areolas were perfectly round and burgundy red. What a sight to behold! She asked Nguyet for the oil bottle, and once it had been delivered, Mrs. Yen applied some of it to her perfect tits.
Kneeling next to Thuy, Yen whispered something in her ear, who then let go off Hoang's cock. With a nod of her chin, Yen asked Hoang to move closer to the middle of the bed, so that she could rub his cock with her tits pressed together. Oh, this was divine. Thuy nodded towards Vu, who quickly took his clothes off and then Hoang's spot from a minute ago, but then couldn't turn his eyes away from the thrusting of Mrs. Yen's marvelous tits up and down his buddy's rod. Mrs. Yen had her tongue between her teeth and seemed super-focused. She had found her rhythm quickly and now nodded at Thuy to prep Vu for the tit treatment that was to come. I was sure that the firm flesh of her well-developed breasts was causing utmost delight in Hoang's groins already. Yes, finally we were talking.
I got up to undress, and when I sat back down again, Nguyet took off her panties form under her skirt, which I then draped up on her belly, so that I could admire her pitch-black, dense bush. Nguyet and I kissed and, of course, my hand ended up between her legs, where it met the juicy stickiness that I loved so much. I used some of the jus to twiddle her clit which made her close her eyes and moan. We kissed profusely but then, eager not to miss any action, she opened her eyes again to watch the cock-treatment-production line.