I pulled out slowly, then reached under and guided it into her pussy, her pussy waiting it seemed for that final few moments of sliding in and out until we both hit the ceiling of passion together, and then our juices met in the middle of her tunnel and they must have had the force of two opposing waves as I certainly felt my body shudder, and Mae’s under me jumped equally. I continued to pump inside her for some moments, and she could do nothing it seemed but groan and lay there trembling in diminishing shivers, and then I relaxed my body down to lay fully along her, kissing her back and neck softly and tenderly, as we both sighed and came down floating from a very long way up in the Clouds it seemed. Eventually, I rolled my wet cock and body to Mae’s side, and she rolled to face me; she was crying, and I licked her face. I hoped they were not sad tears, and I didn’t think they were only emotions releasing, but she clung to me fiercely, and buried my face into the crook of her neck as she crushed my body to hers, and sobbed quietly for some minutes. When she brushed her hand on my cheek, I moved my head away to focus on her; she was smiling. “Never have I had a man do all of that. Never have I had a man give me all of that. Never have I had a man make me feel like a woman like that. I am a Woman from my hair to my toes at this moment: thank you, Steve. I kissed her lightly, not speaking deciding anything I said would sound trite, but happy if Mae was happy, so I squeezed her back, hoping that would tell her what words might not. The bed was wet from sweat and cum; we slept. When I woke, daylight behind the curtains, and a glance at the clock told me it was five minutes before my alarm would go; I rolled over, but Mae had again slipped silently away she didn’t seem to like saying farewells after sex, but I understood she had mixed emotions. When the alarm buzzed, I pushed the button and showered and dressed casually for work Saturday so only a half-day and a weekend to myself: wow, it had been quite a while since there was no Ping around every day, and I was quite bemused at the idea of time to myself. I offered a quiet thought to send to Mae: I love you but in another way and I left for work when Long drove up. I phoned Yen in the car; Yen, I need you; I am getting too long-song here without you. That’s it: go back to class oh, it’s Saturday! Ok, then study hard! That’s all I said, but I needed to say it tell her I was confused here. Then I phoned Mae; her phone was off, yet I wasn’t surprised: I had never known in my years of marriage to her daughter how emotionally complicated she was. Yet, I had seen a new side of her, and found her warm and passionate exceedingly so and I could only hope the happiness she felt, I was sure, during and after our sex, our love-making, over-rode her feelings which drove her to run away so fast, so that the good outweighed any bad. Ping would normally be in class at this time, Saturday notwithstanding, so I text her just to say Hello Ping’.

Work passed swiftly, mostly by reading the weekly reports from the other offices; though the reports were usually glowing about their activities, sometimes I detected something underlying the words, and it was on these I often acted on instinct and made a visit soon after.

It was Liem’s office manager’s report which took my attention today, and I made a note to phone him on Monday…just something about his report disturbed me. I made a mental note to call Liem first; maybe she would help me understand without in any way betraying confidences. I asked my boss if he had heard anything from that office’s manager, Duc; but he hadn’t, and asked if I had a concern about something. Not sure at the moment I answered. He said Well, I trust you to handle it’, whatever it might be, ok”. Back at my desk, thinking of Liem led me to realize I had yet to pick up the photos of my weekend’s shoot of Kim, Phung, Trinh and Ping a few weeks back; I had forgotten when I had to fly north and, surprisingly, the girls hadn’t asked me about them why not, I wondered? When it was time to close the office, I asked Long to drive to the film shop, found the manager, and he grinned at me, while handing me a large bag of ten developed films and the negatives. He said Miss Ping said you would remember one day! I looked rather blankly at him, and he continued Miss Ping came the day after you left the last lot with me, and asked for one set to take and show the other girls. I knew her from being with you, and seeing her in the photos, so I agreed. So here is the master set, and she has the copies, ok Mr. Steve? I accepted, understanding now the girls had already seen them well, Ping at least so I paid and left for home, still rather confused, though guessing they wouldn’t want to talk about them, let alone show them around, when we had last met for dinner and Ha was there, and also perhaps Mae’s presence. Ok, that made sense. I arrived home, told Long I wouldn’t need him for the weekend, and grabbed a beer, stripping my work clothes off and substituting a loose pair of house shorts and no shirt. No sport I wanted on TV until this evening, so I opened the photo folders one-by-one, then began again when I had them in order. God, my cock jumped in my pants! And my phone rang; Hello? I answered Hi, Steve, it’s Trinh, what are you doing? Actually, Trinh, I am looking at photos of you! Oh, Ping told me you didn’t have them yet! Can I come over and see them, please? After the briefest of thoughts that Ping still thought she had to battle Trinh for my affection, and maybe had kept her copy of the photos to herself, I couldn’t refuse Sure, Trinh, I am just relaxing at home. Come over. As Trinh pulled up outside on her bike, my mobile rang again: it was Ha; Hi, Anh, what are you doing? Oh, I am lost, I thought and as per usual, I couldn’t lie. Oh, hi Ha how are you? Actually, Trinh has just arrived to see me. Oh, so I can come over too, yes? What could I do…but Trinh just then took my mobile from my hand and spoke Hello, em, I didn’t even know you were here until this morning when Kim told me I knew you had gone to Hanoi and thought you were still doing business there; I would love to see you before you go home again. She paused, listening, then I am just here to pick up Anh Steve, take him to lunch out in the countryside. Another pause Yes, I told him it would be hot, but he likes the countryside he told me; you want to come? “Oh, ok, yes, too hot I know, but I promised him we would go. Yes, I’ll tell him, and we’ll phone you when we are back bye Ha”. She hung up, handing the phone back to me. I was dazed Where are we going Trinh? Inside she said, I just told Ha that stuff to keep her away! She said she will call you later.”

‘I am dead was my unspoken thought, if Ha finds out, so I let Trinh park in the courtyard and motioned her inside: I needed a beer, but now I had a chance to look at Trinh: she was tall naturally, but with a short jeans skirt on, her long legs seemed unnaturally longer, and when my eyes lifted, her mostly unbuttoned red blouse, exposing a white tube top over large, firm breasts she can’t have a bra on, I thought, as I could see nipples protruding from either side when she walked past me and, well: her face was just beautiful in any situation. She brushed closely past me, pausing to look closely at me, no doubt seeing the flush on my face, and equally no doubt feeling the growth in my shorts as she leaned against me; Chao, Anh she smiled, entering the front room. “Want me to get us a beer? she cooed, turning to look at me over her shoulder. Yes, please, em need cooling down, thanks. I sat on the sofa, and Trinh joined me, a glass for her beer, and a cooler already encasing my can. She picked up the first folder of photos and soon began moaning. I did notice when she was looking at a photo of Ping she was more subdued, but truly there were ten folders of erotica and they aroused me even looking upside-down or sideways from next to Trinh! When she came to the final lot, taken when the 4 girls seemed totally in love and in lust with each other under the trees and at the fishing hut, she slumped against me, and said You did this to us, did this to me, Anh and she reached across and clamped her mouth on mine, certainly not a lesbian now, Trinh ate my mouth and tongue as if I was again taking her virginity as a male lover, rather than the females she had previously enjoyed. So much for time alone, I shrugged to myself and kissed her back. I broke apart for a moment, Did you see yourself in the photos, Trinh? Do I take them as well as your studio-photographer friend? “Oh, yes, Anh, you do; he never made me wet when I looked at the results of his work but yours has! She reached for my hand and slid it under her skirt, to place it against her very wet panties; at the same time she leaned and kissed me and I raised my other hand to grope her breasts under her top. A knock on the door interrupted us; oh, hell has arrived: Ha was outside the door! Trinh and I broke apart as Ha strode into the room. Guess there is enough heat here so you didn’t need to go to the countryside, right? Aunty, she addressed Trinh, I need to talk with my ex-husband do you mind if I borrow him for a few minutes? Trinh couldn’t speak any more than me, as Ha reached for my hand my cock pushing out my shorts as she pulled me upright and led me upstairs wordlessly. In my bedroom, she pushed me back on the bed, and within a minute she was naked and had stripped me the same! If Ha in Hanoi had raped me, then this Ha, here and now, raped me brutally; on top of me, thrusting her cunt against my rigid prick again and again, cumming for herself but with no thought of me: she didn’t care what happened to me, but she wanted and she got - her own satisfaction it seemed.

When she collapsed on top of me, I decided to assert my own manliness, and I whipped her over and began. I pounded inside her, and she grabbed my bum cheeks, just as she used to do when we were married, and squeezed them in her hands, pulling me into her more on every thrust. Nothing had changed, I thought she had always been an enthusiastic lover when we were married - as she also bit my neck and I wrestled my hands between us and grabbed her boobs and nipples and pulled and stretched them all as I slowed and changed to a more love-making rhythm, deep and shallow, and deeper, as far as I could until she climaxed again, slowly withdrawing when she had settled down and let go of my neck between her teeth. You didn’t cum I want you to cum for me, Anh she sobbed between gasps. No, Ha, I keep that for another now. For whom: Trinh, or Ping, my mother or maybe Yen? “Ha, a gentleman never talks about such matters with another lady; and I still always try to be a gentleman. Anyway, did you get what you wanted from me? Not yet, Anh, not yet all I want: I want you to love me again, just like you used to. I made a mistake, and I apologize; I will apologize every day of my life to you, if that’s what you want I leaned in and covered her mouth with mine, shutting off further words, and trying to stop myself from crying at the same time. But some tears ran from my eyes, down my cheeks and onto Ha’s also. She leaned back You do feel it the same, don’t you Chung em? I rolled away and lay on my back, one arm under her neck and cuddling her breast gently. Ha, you left me, you took Yen from me, you fought me to get a divorce, and then you took two years to pay me my small share of all I had given you. Then you forged papers from me and got yourself and Yen settled in Australia. Yet, through all that, I loved you and wanted us back together as a family; yes, I still love you, but not as before, Ha, I can’t do that now. I guess I love you as an ex-husband loves an ex-wife. I wrapped her in my arms, kissed her forehead and more tears came from me. But not from Ha; she had always been strong her early years had strengthened her, taught her to go for what she wanted until she got it and emotions sometimes got in the way of avarice and needs of pure monetary concern.

She wanted me back now like a lost possession suddenly re-found but in danger of being given to another, or others; I knew all this about Ha, perhaps better than she did herself, and I had long ago accepted it, and I still did. But I was at least a little stronger now myself, and knew it was time to step apart from her; so I gently disengaged, went to my bathroom for a shower, and put on a new, stronger, pair of shorts. Ha was still lying in the bed, exposed, watching me; I leaned down, smiled and kissed her gently, and left the room. I was a little surprised to find Trinh still downstairs, curled on the sofa, dozing, but she woke as I stood over her. Are you ok, Anh what did Ha do to you? I sat beside her for a moment, unsure what to say She wants me to be hers again, like a dog which has been lost, but I hope I convinced her it cannot be that way again. We all change, and as much as going back might seem a good idea, it cannot be: we all must move forward. Love changes too, but it was, and always remains, Love. Very sweetly, Trinh patted my hand; You’re a nice man, Anh, too nice sometimes; I hope no more women do to you what Ha has done, even if she is my niece”. I smiled and rose to get another beer for both of us, but Trinh declined for the moment, so I sat in the chair and watched Trinh’s legs as she straightened them along the sofa and closed her eyes, as I just contemplated Life at this moment. Five minutes later, Ha appeared down the stairs, and I ran to the kitchen to get her some water. She had showered and, while subdued, she had a smile on her so-beautiful face; she drained the glass, then announced she was going home, kissing Trinh on the cheeks, and turning to me Can we have dinner again soon, Anh, catch up some more before I go back to Melbourne? Of course we can Ha; next week for starters, and many more after that. I kissed her cheeks, but she again turned her face to mine and lingered her mouth against mine, many more yes, I like that idea. Bye my husband and she trailed her tongue across my lips as she twirled away, repeating her byes to Trinh, and only then I realized I hadn’t even heard her bike, her mother’s motorbike, ride up earlier. Now she rode it away.

“Are you ok, Anh? Trinh asked quietly; Fine, Trinh, but ready for an afternoon sleep soon. And you? Good idea, your place or mine? she smiled. “Well, since we are already here: what about here? It was good to purge, even if only for a short time, serious thoughts and memories, and be in a more jocular mood for a while with Trinh. I locked up as Trinh preceded me up the stairs, undoing the buttons of her blouse and stripping it off as she went, then nonchalantly dropping it over her shoulder to land at my feet. Do you have a slave pick up after you in your home? I asked as I bent down for her blouse. She laughed, then paused while she crossed her hands over her chest and pulled her tube top off up over her head, dropping it behind her also; she had no bra to remove I knew already. At the top step she stopped, and as she reached behind and slowly unzipped her skirt, I was right there and I reached my hands around her back to cup her breasts, her soft, big breasts with nipples already stiff and begging. Her skirt fell down on my feet, then her panties on my head as I bent over, now with an armful of her clothes, and she padded off into the bathroom, while I folded her clothes and laid them on a chair, stripping off my only clothes my shorts and sliding under the quilt.

I was falling into sleep when Trinh’s body spooned itself back against mine, and I automatically wrapped an arm across her to cup a breast my preferred sleeping position and lightly kissed her shoulder, Good afternoon I whispered and snuggled closer to sleep. Trinh settled against my body, pulling my arm tight against her and my hand tighter against her breast, and we both drifted off to sleep. I normally wake from an afternoon nap after one hour, give or take five minutes; a clock in my brain seemed programmed to tell me this was enough at least when I slept alone it worked. Today, when I looked at the clock beside my bed on opening my eyes, I was surprised to find it about two hours after we had come upstairs. Trinh was breathing softly beside me, and was still well asleep, as I found we were laying flat on our backs with our hands holding each other’s tightly between our bodies. I was in that half-woken state, not quite ready to give up a nice sleeping state, but I rolled to my side facing Trinh, and gently cupped the breast nearest to me, no intention of waking her, just feeling comfortable with her here.

She didn’t stir, and after perhaps five minutes I knew I wasn’t going to sleep further, so I withdrew my hands and quietly slipped sideways and out of bed. I picked up my shorts and crept downstairs to wash my face and clean my teeth there, then made a coffee and turned the TV on with low volume to watch the BBC. An hour later, I heard movement above, the toilet flush, and the water pump continuing: equal to telling me Trinh was washing or showering again. Then she appeared downstairs, wrapped in Yen’s sarong; Is it ok if I borrow this, Anh, just until I shower and wash my hair soon? As I stared at her body, vaguely covered but hardly hidden behind the sarong, I answered of course, Yen wouldn’t mind. Can I also borrow a toothbrush, Anh? so I gave her a new one from the cupboard in the kitchen, and she used the downstairs bathroom. She came out smiling, That was a most wonderful sleep! I must have been tired; did you sleep well, Anh? After making love with you twice, Trinh, I sure did sleep well! She gaped at me Really? I didn’t…I don’t believe you…you’re joking aren’t you, Anh? I just smiled enigmatically but didn’t respond further, turned to watch the TV. I would have known if you did, I would have woken; you didn’t! But if you had, I hope it was nice for you, Anh; my dream of you was also really nice. “No Trinh, I didn’t do anything; you slept for about three hours, and I slept for two. I did nothing more than cuddle your breasts, and we both slept well, and I felt well, really nice, you know what I mean Trinh? Yes, I know, Anh; it was, and again you are the only man who could make me feel that nice”. She moved to me and leant down for a light kiss on my lips, and then she went into the kitchen and poured herself some orange juice, joining me on the sofa and holding my hand. Trinh picked up the photos again, just as her mobile rang, and when she answered I knew it was Kim. I understood from hearing Trinh’s side of the conversation, and when Trinh looked at me, I nodded: we were going for dinner with Kim.

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