Chapter 6

This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, and twists and turns will be found by reading the entire series.

After her defeat of her aunt Kim Cuc in their sexfight, it was settled. My wife would be the 20-year-old Lan. But there was a fly in the ointment. A few days after lodging the papers, I received a letter from Immigration. WTF. Some faceless department head was trying to keep his overpaid position by showing his role was needed by changing regulations.

The letter said immigration procedures had been changed due to numerous abuses of the existing rules. Now, a temporary visa arrival like Lan or Kim Cuc who met someone in Australia, as I had pretended, and were to marry here, would not gain the treasured Permanent Residence visa. They had to return to their country of origin and start the process by building up proof of a real relationship: emails, phone calls, visits from Australia to that country from the Australian citizen and so on. It would be a long process as Lan’s application would start from the bottom of the pile after she returned to Vietnam.

But the Government was up against me. Deep scrutiny of the regulations showed me that it would be quicker to marry someone there with whom I had a long, genuine relationship, and that person and dependants under 21 could come to Australia. And Lan had a divorced mother, Cai, whom I had directed all correspondence to as Lan’s job took her all over Vietnam. I therefore had existing proof of long correspondence and visits to Vietnam. A genuine relationship thanks to the correspondence being addressed to the mother and my habit of calling my current woman, Darling, rather than their name. A habit I had picked up long ago in case I tripped up while cheating.

So, a flight to Vietnam, a marriage to the mother Cai, and the necessary paperwork for my bride Cai and her daughter Lan to get Australian Permanent residency quickly in Australia. But the ever-suspicious Australian Immigration Dept. was known to make spot checks to see if it was a real, not pretend marriage of convenience, as payments of AUD $30,000 in the early 2000s or $200,000 now would be paid by Vietnamese wishing to get permanent residency via a fake marriage. Usually, these visits happened within 3 months of the overseas arrival, so Lan had left the house, and there was just Cai and me living together. We would be sleeping in separate rooms, although if a Government official knocked on the door, it would appear we shared the same bedroom.

I put down the book I was reading: book 8 of the Robert Jordan series, The Wheel of Time. Boring fantasy dragged out with some good parts, then completely ruined by the Amazon prime series, thankfully cancelled after 3 seasons. Anyway, what would history repeating itself have to do with my life? So as it was Cai and my first night together alone, we went to Footscray, the main Vietnamese shopping centre in the west.

There, the Vietnamese jeweller had pulled a swift one on me regarding buying the wedding ring and was playing dumb when I queried the price discrepancy between price per carat and total cost. I was out of my league and being run around in circles by the Vietnamese jewellery shop owner when Cai let her have it in Vietnamese. I knew enough Vietnamese to hear “my husband” being repeated over and over by Cai.

We left with the refund, and as we departed, the jeweller muttered something bad under her breath about country girls marrying Westerners. Cai spun on her heels and again verbally assaulted the woman, giving her the impression I was as big as John Holmes and apparently as insatiable as King Henry the Eighth and with the staying power of a man who had consumed a packet of Viagra. She finished by wrapping my arm around her and marching out the door, glaring daggers over her shoulder at the woman.

“No one badmouths my husband,” she declared.

Hadn’t the penny dropped, I thought. This wasn’t a real marriage. It was only to get her to Australia and bring Lan as her dependant. It was her horny 5ft 1 32DD 25 34, 95-pound daughter Lan who was my real partner, but instead of going straight home, we went to dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant. Being an Aussie-Vietnamese couple, there were plenty of eyes on us as we ate our Bun Cuon, and Cai played the part of a wife to the fullest. I looked at her for the first time. An inch shorter than her daughter at 5 ft, more solid at 110 pounds and 34B 28 35 and unlike most Vietnamese women, short-haired. I fantasised, like most men would, on what she would be like in bed, and the old cock flared, but I knew it was impossible. Her daughter, Lan, had made it obvious to me that Cai was off limits.

At home, she unpacked the groceries bought at the market while I indulged in a mental fantasy fuck with her daughter. When she finished, she picked up the phone and pulled out the business card of the Jewellery shop.

“What are you doing?” I queried

“Phoning the shop to tell her how good you are. Better than her Vietnamese man.”

I reached out to take the card from her. She grabbed it back and started to dial.

“If I don’t do this, then she will think you are not what I told her.”

I tried to grab the card again, and our bodies pressed as she tried to hold it away from my reach. But she could feel my hard-on caused earlier by thinking about her daughter. She wriggled closer. I should have pulled away, but I didn’t.

Of course, I could have ended it, but just like the protagonist in the Australian Musician master songwriter Paul Kelly’s Song “Dumb Things”, I too never learnt from my past mistakes.

Welcome, strangers, to the show I’m the one who should be lying low Saw the knives out, turned my back Heard the train coming, stayed out on the track In the middle, in the middle, in the middle of a dream I lost my shirt, I pawned my rings I’ve done all the dumb things

And I get all your good advice It doesn’t stop me from going through these things twice

Take a look at it on YouTube. Well worth it

She smiled and pulled my head to hers so our lips touched. I tried to stop, really, I did, but 2 minutes later, we were in the bedroom. So instead of being faithful to Lan, I watched Cai clamber onto the bed and lie on her back, ready for action.

I let my hands wander over her body and met no resistance, only encouragement. I undid two buttons at the top of her dress and pulled it away from her blue Asian bra. I call them Asian bras with their thick padding and elaborate embroidery. Take a look at any JAV video to see what I mean. I ran my tongue over her cleavage while slipping my hands under her back. Anticipating my intentions, Cai lifted her back from the bed, allowing my hands to locate and undo the zip at the back of her dress. I undid her bra and let Cai lower herself back on the bed. She lifted her arms as I slid her dress and bra over her shoulders, freeing her tits.

They were, like her daughter’s, big for an Asian with a large dark areola and index finger thick nipples. Lowering my lips to her tits, I took turns in sucking gently on her nipples, feeling them explode into hardness. Her breathing deepened as I began caressing her waist and outer thighs. Slowly, I worked towards her inner thighs. Raising my mouth to hers, I slipped my hand between her parted thighs, moving upwards until I reached the lacy material of her full brief, matching panties. I moved my hand to her pussy and stroked it slowly through the material, and her thighs parted further.

“Ohhhhh, more, more,” she murmured. Sliding my hand down under the top of her panties, I reached past her surprisingly straight cunt hair and down into her welcoming wetness. She pushed upwards as my finger slipped inside her.

“Ohhhhaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.” She let me finger her for a short time before rolling on her side towards me, lifting a leg over mine, leaving space for me to continue stroking her cunt. Cai kissed me before her hands attacked my jeans. My jeans were soon unzipped, and her hand was inside, fondling my erect cock. Feeling its hardness, she frantically began pushing my jeans down past my feet.

I rolled Cai over onto her back and, as I eased her panties off, she lifted her pelvis from the bed so I could get them down over her ankles. I gazed upon her pussy for the first time, a wide triangle, for a Vietnamese, of straight dark hair that had been trimmed short above four long, dark brown, crinkled, two-inch hanging outer lips. I moved my head downwards, with the intention of sliding my tongue between her parted thighs.

Cai guided my face back to hers and moved under me, “Get on top: please get on top. I can’t wait any longer.”

I mounted her, and her hand guided my cock to her pussy, and she pushed up her hips, giving a better angle. My cock slid easily into her wetness, and her legs locked tightly around my thighs. “Ohhh yes, that’s sooooo gooooooood,” she moaned into my ear. “It’s been too long without a cock in my pussy. OOOohhh, please fuck me good, my husband.”

We settled into a hard rhythm as our bodies slapped against each other, and after a while, Cai lowered her hands to my buttocks and coaxed me to a slower pace with longer, deeper strokes. “Ohhh, that’s it, just keep it like that. Ohhhh, you’re going to make your wife cum really good. That’s so good. I’m going to cum soon.”

I felt her body tremble as my cock ground steadily in and out of her, until she pushed up hard onto my cock and held me tight with her legs. “Ohhh, keep still. Ohhh, stay just like that with your cock inside me.”

Her body tensed and her back arched as her orgasm hit her. I could feel her sex juices flow around my cock and balls as she slowly rotated her pussy on my cock. “Ohhh fuckkkk. I need it,” she groaned.

She relaxed and again began to move back and forth on my cock. “Mmmm, that was really good, my husband. Your cock is so hard,” she moaned as she guided my mouth to hers for a tongue-exploring kiss. Breaking the kiss, she smiled up at me. “I can cum like that all night with my husband.” Things were getting out of hand, I thought to myself. It was then I realised that if this was just the start of the night’s proceedings, we were on different train lines. For me, a one-nighter, for her, a husband. As I began to fuck her slowly, she moaned. “My husband’s cock is bigger than a horse. Fill your wife.”

It’s one advantage for a Westerner when fucking a Vietnamese, the competition is smaller than you. It’s lucky for me she’d never seen a Negro. “I can feel it inside me up past my tits.” It was certainly good for my ego.

Cai locked legs around me and grasped my shoulders tightly, “Do I fuck good for you?”

I groaned in agreement and rolled over onto my back as Cai moved astride me and prepared to lower herself onto my cock. Supporting her buttocks, I guided her downwards as her hand directed my shaft towards her pussy. Her tight lips and cunt felt fantastic as she worked her pussy up and down until it was in all the way. My hands roamed her body as Cai lowered her body to mine and slowly gyrated on my cock. Then she lifted herself from my cock turned to face my feet, and moved down my body. I felt her warm tongue working down my navel and then up the shaft of my cock as we started 69.

For the next few minutes, I explored Cai’s cunt with my hand and mouth as she ate my cock. Her tongue didn’t miss a beat as it lapped its full length. Then she moved into a kneeling position astride me, rubbing my cock up and down her glistening slit before I pushed into her again, gently fucking her as I praised her body, her nipples, her cunt lips. Finally, I withdrew, turned her on her back, moved between her thighs and lowered my mouth to her pussy. I concentrated on her large, exposed hanging inner lips, taking each one in my mouth in turn and gently pulling away, extending it and flicking my tongue over the smooth inside to her clit.