The horniest man I ever knew was Dick. He was 32, had been divorced for two years, and was making up for lost time. The easy availability of inexpensive sex in Bangkok, Thailand drives many men into a sexual frenzy and Dick was one of them. By all accounts, he had been a good husband but, after his divorce and assignment to a job in Bangkok, he got into sex in a big way. During his lunch hour he often went out for a blow job. He ran thru all the girls, numbers one through sixty-nine, at Madame Lulu's 69 Club in less than two months -- and started all over again.
I know this because Dick and I were tennis partners. I went by his house on Saturday and Sunday mornings to pick him up for a game. A giggly Thai cutie was always there, often still in bed with him. I never met the same girl twice. Dick had a maid -- a middle aged, dumpy woman who he paid about twice the normal salary. He had sex with her occasionally -- and the extra salary he gave her helped keep her jealousy in check at the parade of women going through his house. She loved Dick -- and I would bet that ten years later, long after Dick has departed Thailand, he still sends her a monthly check for services rendered. He was a nice and thoughtful guy.
Dick and I were soul mates. We're both Americans. I was forty years old, tall, big-boned, big-boobed, and attractive in a clumsy, clunky way. To all appearances, I was a serious career woman who dressed and behaved with professional primness, but in my private life I was an unrepentant slut -- and a secret drunk.
Dick and I often followed up our tennis games with lunch and a bottle of wine, and frequently by afternoon drinks and chats at his large, rambling house. We were the best of friends. We shared secrets and trusted each other. As far as I know, I was the only round-eye woman he had a close relationship with in Bangkok.
We had sex with each other now and then, as well as with a lot of other people, but that's a story for the next chapter. Dick's sexual energies were aimed at Thai women-for-hire and I was having an affair with a woman-for-hire -- a Thai masseuse. He met my lover, Noi, once at my apartment. His eyes lit up with interest and I have no doubt that he subsequently procured her services. After all, she was a working girl -- and I could hardly begrudge her attentions to paying customers. I'm glad, however, he didn't tell me about his tryst with Noi.
Dick invited me out on the town to go bar-hopping one night. Four old school friends were visiting him and they wanted to see the wilder side of Bangkok life. I was along because Dick thought I might enjoy extending hospitality to one or more of his friends during their visit to Bangkok. I did.
We were in a Thai night club about midnight. To set the scene, you had a small stage with half-naked dancing girls and a dance floor with strobe lights. The tables surrounding the dance floor were in absolute darkness. Waitresses showed you to a table with a small flashlight, and you called a waitress to your table with a flick of a light -- thoughtfully provided.
All this darkness had a purpose: anonymity. You could not recognize anyone. Girls in bikini outfits worked the room, going from table to table, allowing the men to feel their assets in the dark and sitting down with them if asked. Around the main room were smaller rooms outfitted with cushions where, for a modest fee, one could take a woman for pleasuring. There was a lot of traffic back and forth to the rooms.
The five men at my table kept hopping up and down, dancing with Thai girls, inviting them to sit down at our table, and then disappearing into the darkness. I was bored and neglected until I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was a small man, a Thai, I could tell by his accent, and he asked me to dance. I said yes. We swayed around a dark corner of the dance floor for a couple of slow songs. His head fit nicely between my tits. I usually feel self-conscious dancing with a man shorter than myself -- but it was dark, really dark.
