John was in a good mood. He sipped his coffee and recalled all that had happened to him since he first visited Vietnam with a cattleman's delegation a few years back.
He had arrived in Vietnam after the death of his wife depressed and dispirited. In the course of a couple of years he had been transformed from a disinterested visitor to the largest single foreign investor and businessman in this poor remote province. More importantly he had been adopted into Rose's Vietnamese family surrounded by the love and affection of her eleven orphan daughters.
This mornings meeting with the family would hear reports of the financial success of the Hotel, the chicken farms, the feedlot, the slaughter house and the orphan training schemes at the garage and the embroidery plant. They were over the hump and heading for a period of growth with bird flu the only possible threat. It could only be a problem if authorities ignored what he had done and acted with panic implementing controls irresponsibly.
Since he had moved into Rose's bed one night after returning from Glens girlie bar his sexual satisfaction had reached heights he had never experienced before. Under Roses conservative demeanor he had discovered a hot blooded exciting woman. After years of celibacy Rose now wanted him every night. At first she had demanded that the lights were off and the shades drawn. Then she had relented when he kissed her pussy. "Turn the light on love," she had whispered. "I want to watch you love me."
Each night she went a little further responding to his mouth his fingers his cock and his words. As their love grew so did her sense of security in his arms. No longer embarrassed to let her orphans know of her delight in his arms her moans and groans and shrieks of delight grew knowing smiles from her daughters.
As their love grew she confessed to him that she had never thought she would ever dream of wanting a man's mouth to make love to her pussy. "Oh my," she had cried, "I still can't believe how I excited I become when I wait for you to kiss me in that special way each night." Their love blossomed and it showed in their treatment of each other in public. Especially in the kisses and cuddles they exchanged every time they met on the farm.
Then things changed. Rose became ill. For a while she refused to see their doctor but eventually gave in when John promised to take her to the French hospital in Hanoi and then spend the weekend with her in Sapa. They never made it to Sapa. The foreign Doctors in Hanoi immediately admitted Rose and scheduled an urgent operation. That night John sat alone in the waiting room when the doctor told him that Rose had not survived the operation.
He was stunned not knowing what to do. He had told the women who made up his loving family to stay home because he and Rose were going to have a lover's weekend in Sapa. His loss of Rose compounded by the need to tell her orphans messed up his brain until he could not think straight. For a while he felt that they would be upset and hate him because they were not with him at the hospital when Rose died. The families loving response soon made him realise that they loved both him and Rose. If anything he felt they were more worried about him than the loss of their mother. "Bring mum home," they cried. "We love you."
Never the less John became despondent crying inconsolably as he traveled back with her body feeling that his life was over. For months after the funeral he procrastinated refusing to accept she was gone and unable to face life without her. Rose's orphans rallied around surrounding him with their love and their words. Caressing him and cuddling him at every opportunity they gave him new hope as he remembered how he and Rose had met and the wonderful times they had experienced building their families Business Empire.
But his active love life with Rose had made him a horny old man. He privately lusted after the young Vietnamese lovelies in the village. He watched the young women working with the cattle noticing sexually for the first time their tiny bodies and the curve of their bottoms in their clinging outfits. He lay in bed at night and masturbated unable to recall a time in his long life when he was horny like he was these days.
He found himself thinking of visiting Glen's girlie bar. Glen had opened the bar after making arrangements with an Australian travel agent to organize what were virtual sex tours. Most of Glen's customers were Australians. Farmers from the Glen's home towns who were guaranteed a visit to girlie bars in Ho Chi Minh City, night clubs in Hanoi and as a final highlight three to five nights in the small provincial bar Glen had set up in Rose's village.
Months before when Glen had been bashed by some unhappy husbands and boyfriends Rose had encouraged him to support Romany the beautiful Vietnamese widow who ran the establishment for Glen. Despite the fact that she had a history of involvement in gangs Rose gave her the benefit of the doubt. "She is not a bad woman," she said when he was reluctant to visit the bar; "You must help her. Make sure no drugs and no big city gangsters move up here."
The bar was a Mecca for local girls all of them warm petite and lovely. They had found Glen a kind but horny boss who looked after them in return for a few sexual favors. The major attraction for local women was the fact that the bar was reserved for foreign visitors no local men were allowed entry. The foreigners were very generous with their dollars when compared with the few Dong the girls could earn selling produce in the local markets in the province.
Glen provided girls who worked his bar with a free meal a place to sleep and sexy outfits to wear. They did not have to flaunt their profession in the village because Glen operated a foreigner only guest house above the bar. They could leave the bar with a foreign man have sex and return to the bar without venturing outside where their friends and relatives could see what they were doing. His spa baths and showers and the beauty parlor provided comforts not known in their modest homes. When he instituted weekly health checks more and more women tried to join their friends working in the bar.
Glen after his bashing had lost interest in the bar. "I'm going to move out of the province down to Hanoi for specialist medical treatment and I'm taking Pansy with me," he said when John paid him a visit. "I own everything in that bar. It doesn't make much money but as long as I don't have to pay graft it will be profitable. I started it for the safe sex and the fun. I wanted to relax each evening surrounded by these little sexpots knowing that I wasn't going to catch Aids or have my dick rot away from some local disease."
