Asian Stories by Aussie G

Vietnamese Wedding Challenge
Copyright By Aussie Greg 2002
Aussieg@operamail.com

Although I have met Thuy, Tranh and Kim and have heard them talk of each other, most of my stories I have told of them have come from others, and I personally can't verify the events alleged to have happened, or if they did how much they have been exaggerated. I have visited the ex factory in Springvale and witnessed similar, though less wild nights to that which I have described when Thuy and Tranh competed for supremacy.

What I can say is that I witnessed the following occasion with my own eyes. It took place in Melbourne in the late eighties at a time when the Vietnamese refugees had not yet achieved the economic muscle to have their own Reception Centres as they do now. However they had been here long enough for some of their children to be Westernised and lose some of the traditional respect for their elders.

The following background I have related in another story, but it is necessary to retell for this story. If you have read it just skip over it. As a Westerner and husband at times to four Asians (Vietnamese, Chinese. Japanese and Philippino) I have observed that of all the Asian races Vietnamese women placed greatest emphasis on sensuality, femininity and being proud of being judged as a better woman. Even factory workers or women sewing at home on low piece rates are fashion proud and would not even go to the supermarket without wearing full makeup, painted nails, high heels and modern clothes. They thought nothing of spending to look good. An invitation to a wedding was a chance to show off to other women, and most would be wearing revealing scooped necks or translucent tops and dresses with the most exaggerated slits that the other Asian 'normal housewife' would be too embarrassed to wear in public. Young girls of eight or nine were encouraged by their families to wear makeup and heels in public, enter beauty contests at parties and study fashion magazines. Older women did everything to maintain their sexuality, before reluctantly finally accepting and dressing as a respected elder. My own fifty four year old mother in law, Phuong, who lived with my thirty seven year old wife and me, never wore any other underwear except thongs, suspender belts, and minuscule quarter cup transparent bras that left her nipples exposed. She made totally sure I was fully aware of this. Dressed up to go out she wore lacy camisoles under her expensive blazer jackets knowing it exposed the dark shape of her nipples and aureole. When I took her out shopping she would deliberately arouse her nipples explaining to me she wanted people to be proud of the woman I was with. After a bitter argument with her daughter she triumphantly showed me she was a superior lover and single-mindedly set about cuckolding her own daughter and replacing her as my bedmate. From that day she successfully did everything she could to flaunt her femininity and sensuality and outshine and take attention away from her daughter in public. To be a Vietnamese woman meant defending your sexuality and doing anything to avoid losing face to another woman

It was a usual Vietnamese wedding: the bride Ngoc had participated in the, to my eyes, overproduced and Hollywoodised ceremony that to the Vietnamese shows how important is the day. The more money spent, the more they will be respected. As an aside I have seen wedding videos made for those back home take the whole day before the wedding with numerous retakes of each scene include inserts that show the couple looking at kangaroos as if they graze in the cities. Ngoc stood at the door of the hired hall with Lam her husband wearing her fourth change of clothes, this time a vivid pink wedding dress with matching elbow length gloves. As guests arrived they would pose for the obligatory photo with the couple. As always I noticed the difference with the men mostly underdressed for the occasion and the women making every effort to look their best, display their jewellery and be noticed by other women. Already I knew enough to realise that no matter how poor no woman would be wearing an outfit she had been seen in before. I studied the passing parade as the women assumed model like poses for the photo.

I had accompanied my mother in law Phuong, as my wife was in Sydney on business and Phuong was the closest relative (a distant cousin) of the groom's mother Huon we were on the main table. As she had been a widow for thirteen years, and was unaccompanied this meant I was sitting between Phuong and Huon. We enjoyed a pleasant meal with the usual wedding dishes including the small bony quail that did nothing for me, and had reached the speeches before the Karioke and the dancing.

Not being fluent in Vietnamese I spent a lot of time looking around and observing. Obviously I noted Huon: she was in her early fifties though she looked younger, and had a small featured, attractive faced and a magnificent mane of permed hair. From close up I could see the smooth skin, tattooed eye shadow and the attention to detail of her makeup. She was about five foot five, slim though her stomach was not totally flat and was dressed formally for the wedding. Her dark crimson dress was a halter neck style that crossed tightly over each breast revealing their shape before clinging to her midriff. The rest I could not see as the table and white table-cloth covered her lap.

Despite looking around the room my attention returned to Huon as we tried to communicate: her English more fluent than my Vietnamese. Phuong was elsewhere in the room talking to old friends. She was vivacious and easy to talk to and as I was a 50 year old ex teacher we arranged for me to give her some free English lessons. As we talked I noticed more, both the prominence of her nipples against the soft material and the firmness and fullness of her tits uncovered at the sides of her halterneck revealed she wore no bra. As we stood up for the Bridal waltz that preceded the speeches, I as the closest, though remote male relative, had to partner her, the rest of her dress was shown. It was skin tight with a slit on the right side to above mid thigh and was matched with towering high heels. Following the dance that made me all too aware of her tits and nipples resting against my chest, her stomach brushing against my groin and that she wore a suspender belt as it pressed against my thigh, I reflected on how stupid were middle aged Vietnamese men. They ignored women like Huon to marry and bring out to Australia a young, unsophisticated 19 old bride from Vietnam hoping to impress her and keep her subservient with their house and money.

Sensing my interest Huon devoted even more attention to me after we sat down and I appreciated her animated personality, flirtatious eyes, and exposed leg: Huon having sat so the table cloth no longer covered her legs.

The speeches were in progress and Ngoc the bride spoke. Suddenly a hush fell over every table, and I heard Huon's intake of breath, and felt her stiffen then slump beside me. Ngoc had taken this opportunity to state how lucky she was that she and Lam had a house, so she would not be living with her mother in law; how humiliating was this small 200 guest wedding paid for in Vietnamese tradition by the groom side, meaning Huon; how the jewellery and car given to her were little more than an insult. Huon who had worked up to 60 hours a week sewing at home for the past thirteen years supporting her spoilt son was publicly humiliated. Carried away Ngoc she said how embarrassing it was to be seen shopping with someone as old as Huon trying to be young.

I was aware of the movement beside me as Huon stood up and challenged Ngoc to prove she was a woman. An immediate buzz of nervousness mixed with anticipation went around the room. A challenge like this origin lay in the betting that was so important to many Asians including Vietnamese. As a small community with no traditional gambling venues and prior to the casinos we have now, card games and other traditional gambling activities were a regular feature of any party. One particular form of betting that evolved in Australia: I can't speak for other communities involved couples competing simultaneously with each wife attempting to make the other's husband cum first. Apart from these standard betting matches, I myself have watched 13 and 11-year-old sisters compete for a boyfriend, women fight for a job, or settle real or perceived insults or putdowns. Some of these took place out of sight in a bedroom, but most were settled in public in order to prove superiority and belittle the loser. Because the winner flaunted their success over the loser, this on occasions led to a fight between the women.

Ngoc contemptuously looked at Huon, and spoke to Loan her bridesmaid who reached into her handbag and pulled out a wad of banknotes - the red envelope money given by the guests that night- and handed it to Ngoc. "I bet $4000 you cunt, and I won't take you cheap jewellery," she responded. Ngoc knew Huon had spent everything on the wedding and relished the thought of Huon with no close relations having to ask and beg her few friends there for the money.

Call it providence, luck, fate whatever, but that Saturday I had picked the quadrella (four winners in nominated races) at the horses and had $5000 in my wallet. Not that this took any skill as I just used lucky numbers. I took this out and quietly slipped it under the table into Huon's hand. She glanced down, met my eyes and tried to give it back, but I closed her hand over hers t. Huon stood up proudly and to Ngoc's amazement countered out the money.

As Phuong and Loan negotiated the match Huon gripped my hand and sat with her leg pressed up close to me under the table. Because her son Lam was involved and because Huon had no husband, it was decided to bring in men from an escort agency specialising in catering for wealthy visiting Vietnamese male and female business people. Ngoc insisted through Loan that the contest take place on the dance floor in front of everyone.

Four men came from the Agency and were informed of their task and that the longer they lasted the greater their pay. Ngoc and Huon prepared by taking off their clothes. Huon's braless tits were surprisingly firm for her age and as I had learnt she was wearing a black suspender belt with a matching thong made of a transparent shimmering material which she took off and handed to me along with her dress. She had shortened her suspender belt straps on her industrial sewing machine. This resulted in the stockings reaching her groin enabling her to wear her suspender belt and have dresses or skirts that showed a large amount of her legs. She kept her high 5 inch heels on and proudly walked on to the dance floor. Ngoc took off the pink wedding dress to disclose she was completely naked. She was lean, muscular and fit with small pert breasts each nipple pierced with a gold loop, and had a coiled snake tattooed on her flat muscular stomach with its head pointing down and its tongue entering her shaved cunt. Huon teased and extended her long inner cunt lips, so they hung exposed from her silky haired love box.

Ngoc immediately took one of the men in her mouth and noisily started working on him. Huon on the other hand let her tongue reach out to tease her man's cock, knelt and then used her nipples to tickle and arouse him before wrapping her elongated exposed wet inner lips around his cock. Even though he had not entered any part of her body he was rock hard. Huon placed her hands on the back of a chair bent forward and guided him into her. Reaching out she took a second man in her mouth and deep throated him. In less than five minutes after entering her the first man exploded. She took the chair and the second man to where Ngoc was still sucking on her first man, again bent over resting on the chair and took her man anally and fucked him.

In less than three minutes, she withdrew him, held his cock in her hand and directed the stream of cum into Ngoc's face. She turned and walked back to her table the winner.

With a scream Ngoc picked up the chair and hurled it into Huon's back knocking her to the ground. She rushed after her and ground her heel into Huon's nipple, then stepped back, kicked off her shoes and bouncing from foot to foot like a boxer motioned with her hands for Huon to get up. Huon got up nursing her breast. Ngoc spun on her left foot and one of her long shapely legs lashed out striking into Huon's thigh causing her to stagger. Rubbing one finger through her cunt Ngoc turned to her friend's tables and 'chalked' a one in the air.

Again Ngoc lashed out, again Huon stumbled, but this time Ngoc put two fingers inside herself before signalling the score in the air, before she danced in front of Huon effortlessly bouncing from foot to foot. The third blow to Huon saw her leg give way and she sank to the ground. I was half way out of my seat to help her but catching me in her eyes; she vehemently shook her head. Phuong held me explained that by assenting to this unprovoked attack both women had forfeited any right to outside interference.

Ngoc having signalled three in the air with her wet fingers lashed out again but Huon manage to grab her foot as it struck, held it against her body and kicked out with her shin crashing into Ngoc's cunt. Ngoc lost complete control and swearing rushed at Huon her hands grabbing and tearing at Huon's hair. Despite the pain Huon seized the opportunity and brought her hands up to Ngoc's unprotected tits. Her fingers dug deep into Ngoc's flesh, and the two naked women stood toe to toe exchanging pain. Huon shifted one hand concentrating on the nipple, snatching at the nipple ring not the entire breast. Suddenly Ngoc let go of Huon's hair and tried to pull Huon's hands off her breasts. Huon let her pull one hand away and then sunk her teeth into the uncovered nipple. Ngoc's shriek of pain went on and on. Such was the agony her flailing arms and weakened hands made no attempt to stop Huon. Huon thrust her free hand into Ngoc's cunt and savaged her clit with her nails.

Dragging the sobbing Ngoc to a waiters cart, she ripped the decorating ribbons off a table, tied Ngoc's hands and feet to each leg of the trolley so Ngoc was trussed up face down and pushed the trolley to the nearest table. Taking a candle off the table she rammed it into her step daughters arse, moved to the next table where she forced another candle into Ngoc's love hole. Huon proceeded to twelve tables each time inserting another candle. At the thirteenth table, comprising Ngoc's closest friends who had encouraged Ngoc in her speech and fight, she removed all the candles and drove her fist all the way into the defeated, hysterical and humiliated Ngoc's cunt.

After Huon dressed Phuong and I took her home by taxi. Travelling through the suburbs to her house seated in the back seat between the two women I felt the sleeping Huon's head against my shoulder, as she lay sprawled against me. I was aware of the breast that lay against my side, bare and uncovered by the halter neck and the hand resting in mine. As I spoke to Phuong my thoughts were elsewhere thinking of Huon's words as we sat in the taxi waiting for Phuong to say goodbye to friends. "I'll need a lot of English lessons, but keep it secret from Phuong"