The Old Vacant Hotel Ch. 03

Chapter 03 - The four of us this time?

'Douglas, Ly is still not pregnant!' my muse Nguyet messaged me on Tuesday, as if that had been my fault or responsibility.

Ly was working as a masseuse at her older sister's house. She got married when she was 23, but had lost her husband after only a-year-and-a-half of marriage, due to some war-related disease. She only had one or two brief relationships with men during the following 15 years and never remarried.

I had met Ly through her blind niece Hanh, who was her older sister's daughter. One day, when Hanh wasn't feeling well and another friend, who I had wanted to go to the thermal springs with, had to work through her lunch break, Ly offered me a massage, after which we had sunk into the vortex of lust.

Over the following weeks, we had cultivated our newly-found desire for each other and, over time, Ly had met Mira, Nguyet, as well as the latter's fiancé Hiroshi and joined us for several ribald orgies; partially, as she was rather fond of Hiroshi, with whom I had massaged Ly once, after which she had offered her anus for the very first time. Twice.

Ly had been trying to get pregnant with Khoa, Hiroshi's strikingly handsome chauffeur, but he seemed to be firing blanks. Of course, the problem could also have been on Ly's side. From what I have been gathering, she was now looking for other options: Another guy from our orgy posse could have a go at her. Perhaps even Hiroshi himself?

The only problem was that I had just met Quyen, who wished to see me again this week. She wanted to try a three- or foursome as well, but we had agreed to meet just the two of us, first. So, I would perhaps meet Nguyet for coffee to talk about Ly's predicament and then swing by the old vacant hotel to celebrate my lust for Quyen with her.

As I didn't like arranging to fuck just like that, I began to think if there wasn't a role-play or something along those lines that Quyen, Nguyet, Hiroshi, I and perhaps even Ly could engage in: something sweet and cool, charming and uplifting. Although, Ly probably didn't want others to be there when she was trying to conceive a child out of wedlock.

Eventually, Nguyet asked me to meet her after her weekly massage at Ly's house, around eleven, to have lunch together and forge plans how our orgy posse could assist Ly, who felt that looking for a proper husband might take too much time, as she was already I her late thirties.

Since Nguyet's older Honda was at the shop again, Hiroshi's chauffeur Khoa would drop her off at Ly's house and then drive his boss to the airport, Nguyet told me. Well, wouldn't that be a great chance for Quyen to meet the four of them briefly: Ly, Nguyet, Hiroshi, and Khoa?!

When Quyen told me that she had accrued a lot of over-time, I suggested she take the morning off, as classes weren't in session at the International School where she worked, anyway. I asked her to meet me outside Ly's house at ten, where I would introduce her to the whole bunch.

While Nguyet was getting her massage, Quyen and I would have coffee. Or even swing by the old hotel for a quickie, although the weather was kinda shitty, which meant we couldn't get up to the roof for sex. Quyen was happy, though, to be able to meet my muse Nguyet, as she was our first choice for Quyen's plan to explore a woman's body.

Yes, the more I thought about it, the more I liked this innocent, open arrangement: if Quyen or Nguyet didn't like the idea of a threesome, in the end, we would just talk, eat, drink coffee, and then part ways. Quyen and I would go to the cozy maid's chamber on the sixth floor at the vacant hotel and continue our journey of lust.

At least, it wasn't raining when I arrived at Ly's sister's house. The latter didn't seem to be there, though; she was probably working at her office somewhere in town. Quyen arrived next, telling me how glad she was that she had taken the morning off.

The funny thing was that she was again sporting her work clothes: an orange polo-shirt with the logo of the school and her grey, pleated, knee-length skirt, together with her blue sneakers and white socks - just as the previous two times we had twirled our loins. Well, she most certainly would go to work at one-thirty.

One thing that was new was, though, her hair: Quyen must have been to the hairdresser, as her hair was wavier and dyed maroon. Unlike the previous two times, when we had met over lunch and she hadn't been able to doll up, because she didn't want her colleagues to ask who she was seeing, today, she had put on make-up, including lipstick.

And she was positively beaming. I lit a ciggy and watched how the wind was blowing under her open windbreaker. Slightly annoyed, she fiddled with the zipper, until she closed her little raincoat about half-way. Looking for something to talk about, she asked again what our plans were:

"Well, you know what we talked about the last time: If you wanna have sex with another woman and, possibly, another guy, you'll have to see them beforehand, at least briefly."

Quyen nodded but, before she could reply anything, Hiroshi's white Lexus was languidly pulling up at the curb. Nimbly, the man of the world got out to open the rear door for Nguyet, but I kept looking at Quyen to gauge what might be going through her mind: Was she already thinking about having sex with the two of them?

While Nguyet had only nodded at us to knock on the metal entrance door, first, I waved at Khoa, Hiroshi's chauffeur, who I could barely make out through the tinted windshield, to briefly step out of the car, so that I could introduce him to Quyen. As he was getting out, I noticed again how darn handsome he was. He almost looked better than Quyen.

In the meantime, Ly had stepped out of the house and was smiling at us. I was glad to see in good spirits and couldn't detect any trace of frustration in her face. Yes, she wanted a baby, soon, but she looked like she knew that that would work out. Somehow. Eventually. If Khoa couldn't get her pregnant, maybe Hiroshi could.

I introduced Quyen to the bunch, without bringing up what exactly our connection was. Everyone in the group could put two and two together. Of course, I didn't mention that we had done it twice up on the roof of the hotel, either, as I wanted to introduce the new location at a more apt point.

I liked that Hiroshi was checking Quyen out, since that meant that he found her attractive. We would need that kind of energy during our looming foursome, to which Nguyet, in all likelihood, would agree. And Quyen seemed to be basking in his attention; not shy or indignant that a man twice her age was checking her out so openly. Almost lewdly.

Nguyet and Ly were talking; perhaps about the massage or the pregnancy project, but now, my muse asked me what the plan was. Since Hiroshi and Khoa were saying their goodbyes, however, I didn't get to reply immediately. As the two men were getting in the car, I whispered to Quyen, though, that those two were probably our first choice for the type of debauchery she had in mind.

Nguyet was wearing a long, beige coat and holding her purple helmet in her hand, since she would ride with me or Quyen, later. As she was talking to Ly again, I noticed that the latter was blushing and shaking her head now. Ly did look a bit worried, all of a sudden, as if she was thinking hard about something.

To move things along, I outlined to Nguyet what Quyen and I had in mind:

"Well, Quyen and I go for coffee and then pick you up here, in an hour or so. Whenever you want. And then, we'll go for lunch. With you. And Ly, if she wants to. And then Quyen and I will go to the vacant hotel..."

"Well, Douglas: Ly just said that she's busy this morning. Hanh isn't feeling well, and she's gotta help her sister, too."

Hanh was, like I said before, Ly's sweet blind niece.

"Oh well, then the three of us go for coffee now, and then lunch, huh?" I suggested to Nguyet.

When the latter relayed the change in plans to Ly, she genuinely seemed happy that she suddenly had gained another hour to take care of things around the house. Interestingly though, Hiroshi's Lexus hadn't left yet; perhaps, he and Khoa were discussing Quyen's butt. Or Khoa's plans to move to Japan.

They did slowly pull away now, like a ship, honking even. We could see Hiroshi waving at us through the tinted windows, and Nguyet, Ly, and I waved back, while Quyen only smiled and nodded at the two men; perhaps, she was already envisioning the foursome or had just squirted onto the crotch piece of her damp panties.

"Well, Douglas, look at the weather: I'd suggest we buy lunch and eat at the hotel. None of us wants to be driving from one place to another in the rain," Nguyet surmised.

Oh. Was Nguyet in the mood for a quick threesome? Did she have a hunch that it would be better to start things slowly, just with her today and then, later, with Hiroshi or Khoa?

I liked the idea, in principle, but wondered if Nguyet and I could discuss Ly's project in Quyen's presence. Well, if she was to have group sex with us soon, she might as well learn about the things going on behind the scenes. And she was a grown woman, who wouldn't blather about her sex-life at work.

When another strong gust of wind had killed our coffee house plans for good, Quyen offered to buy lunch and then meet Nguyet and me at the old, vacant hotel. Well, that would give Nguyet and me some time to talk about Ly's predicament, and Nguyet and I could also meet again over the following days. Or just write to each other.

Of course, I didn't want to sire a child with Ly, as much as I liked fucking her. But Ly would have to explain to everyone, over the next three decades, who the father was, as there were hardly any Europeans in our small town. Yes, lots of Filipinos and a bunch of Nigerians as well and South Africans but, in all likelihood, our child would look different from all the others.

I didn't know if Nguyet would want Hiroshi to father a child with Ly, though - provided, Khoa was firing blanks. But who else could we enlist? Hoang, of course. He was tall, handsome, and Hanh, Ly's niece, knew him. Or Vu, but he had fallen from Nguyet's grace when he had dumped her for my niece-in-law, Giang, the one with the sleek tanned legs.

To dissolve our stalemate, I asked Quyen if she wanted to buy summer rolls again. She grinned impishly and nodded in response. Said rolls were fresh, unfried spring rolls and came with a lovely peanut sauce. Both times Quyen and I had met, we had bought them for lunch, so that they were now inextricably linked to great sex, in Quyen's mind.

Nguyet could be fairly certain that Quyen and I had done it already, but she didn't know that that had happened up on the roof, which I found cool, somehow. Would we tell her later? I would probably leave that up to Quyen, but I was glad that she had met the bunch and that we had a plan, although the beginning had been a bit awkward today.

Yes, I also needed to talk to Quyen if she liked Hiroshi and Khoa enough to try sex with them, I made a mental note, as Nguyet and I were driving toward the vacant hotel through the lunch traffic. We stopped once to buy some beer and Pepsi, but then brought my Honda in right away, as it had begun to rain again.

We left the gate half-open for our young HR lady, of course, but I asked my muse right away if she was open for sex with Hiroshi and Quyen, at some point:

"You know, Quyen told me, the last time we were here, that she wanted to watch another couple, while having sex herself."

Nguyet nodded, but didn't reply directly. Instead, she brought up Ly again and her plan to conceive a child with some guy from our orgy circle:

"Douglas, either Khoa or Ly are infertile."

"Or both," I added, not being facetious at all.

Nguyet still chortled briefly but then told me that, yes, Ly wanted to try a different guy now, after four or five months with Khoa.

"Do you already have someone in mind?" I was curious, naturally.

"Not really. I mean, that's what I wanted to talk about with you, today. But then, you brought Quyen," Nguyet laughed.

Was she bitter? Nah, not really.

"Well, the last two times I was here with Quyen were super-hot," I defended myself: "She wants to party hard, before she gets married," I added.

"Is she already engaged?" Nguyet asked, somewhat naively.

"No, of course, not. She doesn't even have a boyfriend right now. She had one when she was at university in Saigon, but he went to Australia."

Should I mention the roof now? Well, Quyen might not like it if I gave our romantic secrets away. As she was coming toward us now, I quickly mentioned, though, that I couldn't be the father of Ly's child and that it might be better if Nguyet and I discussed the matter later:

"Just message me this afternoon. Or tomorrow morning."

"Well, Ly is ovulating again next week. Of course, she wants to try a different guy then. Two days in a row," she chuckled.

"Khoa could still be there, as handsome as he is," I suggested semi-facetiously, as I was pulling the screeching metal door closed, after Quyen had driven inside.

When I put the padlock through the latch, I remembered that either Quyen or I would have to drive Nguyet to her office in an hour or so, but we could worry about that later.

"Yes, Khoa could also meet with Ly again, sure," Nguyet agreed: "But he may have to work."

"Oh, c'mon, Hiroshi is his boss. And he knows why Khoa and Ly are having sex during the long lunch break. That could be arranged."

"They both look good: Mister Hiroshi and Khoa," Quyen chimed in, giggling, after she had gotten off her scooter and removed her helmet.

Nguyet gave me a quizzical look, of course, as she was watching me folding the two old army blankets, which we had taken up to the roof to have sex on and later washed, before I had come back in the evening to hang them over the banister here to dry. Neither of us said anything, though.

When I folded Quyen's white T-shirt, though, Nguyet shot me a mocking smile. At least, there were no panties. Although, I would have found that kinda cool, too. But yeah, up in the room on the fourth floor, there were her orange sports shorts and mint-green flip-flops, which she had left here for today. As well as the following weeks.

Quyen's two towels were still hanging over the backs of the chairs, too. Since we had maneuvered ourselves into some sort of stalemate, I didn't take any of the four hands today, although Nguyet had relieved me of the bag with the beverages.

On the way up, Quyen kept looking at the old, classy chandelier again, which she was in love with, before the ladies talked a bit in Vietnamese.

"And you work together with Mister Hiroshi?" Quyen asked Nguyet.

"Yes, he is the Vice President for Commercial Property at our company, and we will get married in April," Nguyet told Quyen proudly.

"And he's from Japan, isn't he?" Quyen inquired.

Nguyet nodded, but then Quyen remarked that Khoa looked Japanese, too, kind of, which I had also noticed before. Nguyet smiled but then told us that Khoa was too short to be Japanese, which I found endearing; especially, since she was four or five inches shorter than him.

"Oh, please: Khoa isn't that short," I interjected.

"Not here, in Vietnam. But in Japan, he would be," Nguyet insisted.

Ok, then. I didn't want to argue about trifles; particularly, since Quyen was here. But Hiroshi was no giant, either: Khoa was maybe 5'4" or 5'5", while Hiroshi was three or four inches taller.

When Nguyet saw the pair of bright orange sports shorts and the flip-flops under the chair, she laughed and asked me if I knew who they belonged to. Of course, I didn't want to lie to her - neither did Quyen - and so we told her those items were hers.

"Yeah, I brought a bunch of things, the last time I came here," Quyen giggled, blushing endearingly.

"And what are those thick blankets for?" Nguyet was naturally curious.

"Well, Nguyet, we... w-we..." I was hemming and hawing a bit but, when Quyen nodded, I told Nguyet the truth: "Quyen had the glorious idea to go up to the roof, about a month back. We found the blankets in the wardrobe upstairs, in the maid's chamber..."

I had been looking at Quyen's substantial bosom for the whole time and was glad that I could see the contours of her bra underneath her polo again. I was sure that Nguyet had noticed, too, with her bisexual leanings. Oh, yes, she was probably already planning for a little threesome later; now that the massage had fallen through.

"Yeah, I've seen the blankets there. I still have some clothes in that wardrobe," she added: "And, oh, Hoang has been up to the roof, by the way," she remembered now.

"Don't you want to have sex up there, Nguyet?" I asked her.

Quyen had thrown her orange sports shorts onto the single bed along the wall and was now unpacking our lunch. Since the rolls were cold, we could eat them at any time, and so I fixed us some drinks, first.

"So, Douglas, tell me more: you and Quyen did it on the roof?" she was finally curious.

The way she was nodding, with pursed lips, Nguyet seemed to appreciate the idea or was even impressed. Now, she asked Quyen something in Vietnamese again, as she didn't know how good the latter's English was. We toasted, and then Quyen and I relayed in broad strokes what happened upstairs during our two trysts.

"I also like the chamber on the sixth floor," Quyen giggled: "But we haven't done it there yet."

Oh, man, was it awesome again how she was blushing.

"Well, you could do that today, after I'm gone," Nguyet chuckled.

"Or, you join us," I suggested, before I lit a ciggy and went over to open the window.

Yes, it was still windy and raining a bit.

"Are you moving to Japan, after your wedding?" Quyen was curious now.

"No, Hiroshi likes it warm. He's bought a house here already. And we still want another child."

"Oh, you already have one?" Quyen asked Nguyet, of course.

Nguyet nodded, but mentioning the child brought the discourse back to Ly. Nguyet reminded me that we still needed to see how we could help our friend Ly; right when I had wanted to ask Nguyet about sex on the roof again. Oh, well. For some reason, though, Nguyet switched topics back to Quyen and her plans:

"So, you're thinking about group sex?" Nguyet asked her, rhetorically.

Quyen nodded, but then clarified that her idea was to have sex, while another couple was doing it, so she could watch, while getting banged herself. As Nguyet looked like she was trying to determine if that wasn't the same, I outlined Quyen's idea again:

"She wants to kneel in front of me and get banged from behind, but she doesn't want to stare at the bedsheet. Quyen, rightly so, thinks that it would be much hotter if she could watch another couple fuck, while she's getting banged herself," I laughed.

Nguyet nodded, like she got it, but still needed to think about it more. Eventually, she brought the conversation back to Ly:

"Quyen, I'm sorry, but Ly is 38 and wants a baby. But she doesn't have a husband. You know, her uterus is ticking," she tried to make light of the predicament.

"But it wouldn't be a problem to rear the child without a father?" I asked Nguyet, as I knew that most Vietnamese women wouldn't want to just get knocked up.

"She'll meet someone, eventually, who she can marry and raise the child with," Nguyet was optimistic: "And there's also Hanh, Douglas. We've talked about the situation."

And so, I filled Quyen in that Hanh was Ly's blind niece, who suffered from Neuromyelitis optica, which also gave her other kinds of health problems, from time to time.