Acknowledgements: Sexyvibe, editor
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I hop on the motorbike behind my Vietnamese host, Jericho. The sun has started to set behind the waterfall we'd just conquered. If we were in Canada right now, I wouldn't feel comfortable driving. I feel intoxicated, not just from the beer we'd drunk, but also from the events of the day.
I'm holding onto my slender Vietnamese host's hips as we peel away on the dirt road. As we drive in silence, I start to worry that he may harbor some resentment for being humiliated in front of me, but he seems in good spirits as we pull up to the house.
As the motorbike comes to a stop, I immediately notice the heat. Without the breeze from the motorbike, the air feels hot, humid, and oppressive.
"Holy shit, man, it's hot," I say to my counterpart.
"Ya, man. Fuck," he laughs as he shakes his head.
As he opens up the door to his house, I'm hit with a blast of muggy air. I can't believe how much hotter it is now than it was just yesterday.
"You sit down, man, we cool down a bit before bed," Jericho says as he grabs a fan and sets it up in front of his living room sofa. It appears as though the rest of Jericho's family has already gone to bed.
I grab a seat on the red, fabric couch as Jericho runs to the kitchen. He returns with a tray of glasses, ice, and beer. He pours beer into a glass with ice, something I would have found sacrilege in Canada, but which I'm thankful for today.
After serving me a beer, he pulls off his shirt. He starts to unbutton his pants but stops to turn to me.
"Do you mind, man?" He asks.
I let out a laugh, "Jericho, buddy, after the waterfall, I don't think we have any shame. Here, I'll join you."
We both strip down to our boxers. After losing my clothes and starting on my iced beer, I'm already feeling miles better.
We sit and shoot the shit for a while. We've gone through quite a bit of beer when Jericho finally addresses the elephant in the room.
"You have fun at the waterfall, man?" He asks.
"That was crazy wasn't it?" I respond.
There's a bit of a pause before I interject, "Hey, Jericho, I hope it doesn't feel like I was trying to embarrass you out there."
"You worry about that, hey?" Jericho lets out a knowing laugh. "No way, man, Layla make fun of my cock every day, nothing new."
"Doesn't that bother you?"
Jericho laughs again, harder this time, "No, man, I like it."
I look at him quizzically, trying to decide whether or not he's serious.
"Anyway, man, I get to see her naked. I don't mind she tease me, if she get naked."
He raises his glass to mine. We clink glasses and put back some more beer.
Once again, Jericho breaks the silence, "You know I get married when I'm 16?"
I didn't know that.
Jericho continues, "Lynn, she from a poor family. My parents know her parents. They want us to get married. That why she so beautiful and I'm so average."
Once again, Jericho has put me in a situation I don't know how to respond to. Fortunately, he continues speaking.
"But I'm not good to her. She too boring." Jericho looks right at me, "When we at the waterfall, and Layla naked, I wish that my wife. I wish my wife crazy like that."
I start to imagine innocent Lynn swimming naked in front of four guys. Having her homemaker hands on my cock, her pretty lips around my cock. While Layla was sexy, Lynn is the forbidden fruit. I start to feel aroused and cross my legs to avoid embarrassing myself in front of my host.
"Anyways, man, time for scotch," Jericho stands up and grabs a bottle of Johnny Walker Red Label and a pair of whisky glasses.
I've already got quite a buzz on; I'm thinking this guy is crazy.
We spend the next hour blabbing on about the differences between Canada and Vietnam, particularly the differences between their women. We've put away more than half the bottle when we decide it's time to crash.
We walk towards my bedroom, forgetting our clothes in the living room. As we open the door to my room, I'm reminded of the heat.
My room doesn't have any windows or fans. It feels like a furnace in there.
"Oh shit, man," Jericho slurs. "No way you sleep there. Too fucking hot. Come with me."
Jericho leads me to his room and opens the door. This room feels much better, with windows on two walls and a ceiling fan running.
It's not the temperature I'm paying attention to though. Jericho's wife is splayed out on the bed, with the sheets only going to her waist. With the ambient light coming in from the window, I can make out the contours of her body. Through the shadows, I can make out the outline of her dark nipples against her well rounded chest. Her tummy is flat and firm. The peaks of her hips support the light sheet which covers the rest of her body.
Jericho breaks my trance when he unrolls what resembles a bamboo yoga mat.
"What the hell is that?" I whisper to him.
"That a bed," He responds.
The thought of sleeping on bamboo reeds half a centimetre thick sounds worse than sleeping through the heat.
"Jericho, it's ok. I'll sleep in my room," I say back to him. I'm trying to keep a hushed tone but the alcohol was making it hard.
"No, man, this bed for me. You sleep up there," Jericho points to his bed.
I just stare at him, perplexed, unresponsive.
"What you waiting for?" He says and, just then, he pulls off his underwear.
For the second time in one day, I'm staring at my housemate in the nude. If the light was a bit brighter, or my new friend had a slightly bigger cock, I'd notice his arousal. But for the time being, I didn't.
"Jericho," I plead. "This is a nice offer and everything, but seriously, man, I can't get in bed with your wife."
"Matt," Jericho responds, using my first name, which he rarely does. "Your room too hot, you don't like to sleep on bamboo, so I think you go into the bed now please."
Jericho steps forward and pulls down my underwear. I'm not sure what did it, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was Jericho's newfound confidence, or maybe it was the shock of having my underwear pulled down, but I obediently got into bed, in the nude, with Jericho's wife.
As I did, Lynn stirred. While still asleep, she turned to my side, put her arm over my chest and her leg on top of mine, clearly believing I was her husband. I felt her breast against the side of my chest and the heat of her legs on mine. I was terrified to move, for fear of waking her, but I felt my cock move all the same. Before falling asleep, I turned to see Jericho staring at us.
I wake up, not because of my throbbing head, not because of my dry throat, but because I hear a man and a woman yelling at each other in Vietnamese. Jericho is standing to my left, fully in the nude, trying to explain something to his wife. Lynn is on my right sitting with all the blankets gathered around her. I'm in the middle of these two, lying down naked and exposed in their bed.
I'm trying to piece together what happened last night, but my mind is foggy. I sit up and grab my underwear off the floor. I want to get myself out of this situation as soon as possible. I pull on my underwear and leave the room while the two of them continue their argument, paying me no attention.
An hour later, I'm dressed and sitting in the living room. Lynn and Jericho stopped fighting some time ago. Jericho joins me on the sofa. I can tell by his dour expression that conversation is not on the table. Shortly afterward, Lynn comes in carrying a bowl of rice soup. I know I'm supposed to act reticently given the tenseness of the situation, but instead I stare at her chest and recall how beautiful she looked topless in the moonlight the previous night.
I grab a bowl of soup. Jericho reaches towards the soup ladle to serve himself. Smack! Lynn hits him on the wrist. He hastily retreats and watches us eat. Lynn stares at me while we eat, as though her husband did not exist. I'm squirming in my seat, looking back-and-forth between the intense Lynn and the cowering Jericho.
After we finish, Lynn clears the table, except for the nearly empty serving bowl. After his wife has departed, Jericho picks up the serving bowl and drinks from it. I escape to the front patio where I drink some coffee and spend the remainder of the day.
The sun is setting when Jericho joins me outside.
"Hey, man, come on, we going to karaoke now," he explains as though everything was normal.
"Are you sure, Jericho?" I question, "Is everything alright?"
"You no worry about that," he replies while handing me a helmet.
We pull up to a four-story building with a neon pink 'Karaoke' sign hanging down the entire length of the building. We're not big on karaoke in Canada. I can tell it's a big deal here as we walk in. The lobby is a slick modern design with grey and black accents and plush red furniture.
We're greeted by a hostess in a school girl uniform with the top buttons opened to expose her white bra. After an exchange with Jericho, she leads us up the stairs. I follow her, getting a great view of her white cotton panties as I do. Jericho pinches me and smiles as he catches me gawking.
We reach our room, which features a large red and white sectional set-up in front of a big screen TV, with speakers all around the room. In the room are our three friends from the waterfall. All three are dressed better than the first time I met them, but still have a punk edginess.
Rocky and Luke are sitting on one side of the sectional; it's Layla my eyes are drawn to though. Today she's decided to wear a bleached blonde shoulder length wig with straight bangs. It contrasts strikingly with her Vietnamese features. To go with it, she has on a tight black zip-up dress which hugs her petite frame.
"There are my favorite toys," Layla says, as she approaches us, cupping both our cocks.
Jericho leans in and gives her a peck on one cheek while giving a squeeze of the other. I'm still shell shocked from our encounter at the waterfall, so I politely make my way to the couch giving a hand shake to the other two gentlemen on my way.
Shortly after grabbing my seat, a waitress walks in the room. Like the hostess, she's adhering to the theme of the venue, with a mini schoolgirl outfit. She gives a smile on her way in, displaying a set of braces. Clearly just 18 years old.
Other than the braces, she's quite average, with a petite youthful frame. Her white button up shirt is held together with a single button in the middle. Her lack of a bra is obvious as her nipples poke against the thin fabric. Her plaid skirt shows off ample leg above her thigh-high stockings.
