Chapter 113: Asian MILF’s Husband is Kinda SUS

I looked back—it was Minh Tran, the Vietnamese guy, and Lan, his thick-ass wife, coming into the lobby from the first floor hallway.

He was wearing basic ass shorts and a normal shirt—looking plain as hell. But his wife, hmm, she was getting my attention quick.

She wasn’t in a bikini—seemed like an innocent wife who didn’t want to show off too much skin—just a yellow sundress, light and flowy, hugging her thick curves. I could see the shape of her heavy melons under it, nipples poking faint, and her hips always looked fertile, wide and swaying slow as she walked beside him.

This motherfucker Minh always called me so casually like I was his old friend—loud and friendly, waving big.

“Hey… you guys aren’t on the beach yet?” I asked, turning a little.

“That’s what I asked you,” he laughed. “Why aren’t you with the others? They’ve been gone a long time.”

“I had to sleep,” I said easy, shrugging with a grin. “Was feeling tired… didn’t want to go to the beach half-assed, you know?”

“Yeah… us too,” he nodded. “Lan couldn’t sleep properly last night, so she wanted to rest peacefully. I just hung around the beach house until then—it’s really nice.”

Lan smiled shyly beside him—eyes flicking to me quick, then away fast, cheeks subtly pink like she remembered last night clear.

Yeah, we kinda met last night—I knew she couldn’t sleep after seeing my big dick bulge in the hallway. Maybe that’s why she tossed all night, mind on it.

“You feeling refreshed now, Lan?” I asked casual, smiling direct at her.

“Yes… I feel good now,” she said soft, not speaking much—probably because her husband was always right there, hovering. I wanted to get her alone sometime, see how innocent she really was without him around.

“Good morning, sir… good morning, ma’am,” the reception pregnant lady called warm as they got closer to me and the counter.

“Good morning,” Minh said loud and friendly. Lan just nodded shy, eyes down.

“Would you like breakfast before going to the beach?” the pregnant MILF asked, hand resting gentle on her belly, smiling caring.

“Aren’t we all late for breakfast?” I said—I knew hotels usually had time windows.

“Not at all, sir,” she laughed soft. “We care for our guests… no time limit on meals here.”

“Nice… then we’ll have something before we go,” I said, looking at her longer, smiling back.

She smiled back—warm and inviting, eyes lingering a second on my open shirt.

“Please come with me,” she said, gesturing us to follow her herself, hand waving graceful toward the dining area.

We all started following—Minh chatting loud, Lan quiet beside him, me trailing with a grin.

Then suddenly—someone came running from the side, grabbed my arm hard, pressing close.

It was too sudden—I startled, feeling soft things push heavy into my arm, warm and full through the thin crop top.

I looked to the side—it was a woman, kinda tall for a woman, muscular build under the skin, wearing tight denim shorts hugging strong thighs and a crop top showing off big boobs, cleavage deep and bouncing from the run.

She wrapped around my arm tight—face hiding in my bicep like she was scared, breath quick against my skin.

“Hey… miss, what happened?” I said low, voice calm but startled, arm flexing subtle under her grip.

“Shh… please stay like this…” she whispered urgent, voice soft but deeper than expected. “Is there still a man around the front door?”

I looked back quick—a guy just exited the front door, looking around suspicious, scanning like he was searching for someone.

“Yeah… he just left, I think,” I said low, guessing it was the same man she was hiding from.

She peeked careful—still leaning a little into my arm, body tense—then relaxed visible, shoulders dropping, breath exhaling relief.

Then she stood straight—leaving my arms slow.

Holy fuck—it was a trans woman. Hands hard and callused when she let go, face clearly shaven close under light makeup, jaw stronger, Adam’s apple subtle but there.

“Thanks for your help,” she said, voice soft feminine but with depth, smiling shy. “He was my ex… I broke up sudden, so he just won’t leave me alone.”

Then she looked at me top to bottom—kinda hungry, eyes lingering slow on my open shirt, chest, down to my shorts, biting her lip subtle like she liked what she saw.

“Are you single?” she asked bold, leaning into me closer, showing off her cleavage deep in the crop top—boobs big and round, looking real enough to grab.

“No… it’s kinda complicated,” I said quick, smiling easy—and it really was with all the MILFs.

“Maybe we can uncomplicate things,” she insisted, voice teasing. “What do you say… we take a sun bath at the beach, dive in the ocean?”

She pushed too much—eyes hopeful, body close.

But I wasn’t into it—I was a straight male, loved MILFs, thick curves. Didn’t know how to turn her off polite without being rude.

“Hey girl… you looking nice,” Lan’s husband Minh called out loud and flirty, eyes lighting up as he stopped with us, staring straight at her crop top and cleavage.

“You seem like a man with good taste, mister,” she laughed playful, leaving my side quick and going around to grab Minh’s arm tight—pressing close, boobs pushing into his bicep even though his wife Lan was right there on his other side, quiet and watching.

Lan just looked at her husband—eyes narrowing slight, lips tight like “how could he do that,” but deep down she looked like she kinda expected the disappointment from him, shoulders sagging subtle, glancing away to hide the hurt.

“Why don’t we have some fun on the beach together?” she said looking at everyone, voice teasing, leaning heavier on Minh, hand stroking his arm slow.

Minh looked so excited—like he’d found his muse, grinning big and stupid, eyes locked on her boobs, completely forgetting Lan standing there, already hooked bad.

“Yeah, let’s all go to the beach,” Minh said excited, hands already in the new woman’s hand—the one we all just met minutes ago, grinning like a kid. “Alex, just buy something from the vending machine at the beach… we’re going right now!”

“El, our guest seems to like you very much,” the pregnant receptionist called out teasing, hand on her belly, smiling amused.

So this trans woman’s name was El—maybe they knew each other already, staff or regular.

But El wasn’t listening—she was busy with her new found “boyfriend,” leaning close to Minh, whispering something that made him laugh loud, arm around her waist already.

What was happening on this trip, man—this was too wild. And I didn’t even know what the others were doing on the beach, what kind of bikinis they were wearing, bodies out in the sun.

But now that Lan’s husband was busy with someone else—completely distracted, eyes only on El—I could make my move on Lan who was standing there feeling really left out, arms crossed tight, face quiet but hurt obvious.

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