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Last summer my wife, Heather and I went to Thailand for two weeks and had such a great holiday we booked to go back the day after we got back. We thought it was going to be just a regular holiday away in the sun with 9 days of sightseeing and then 4 days relaxing at an exclusive resort on the beach. The first part of the holiday was great and we saw all the sights and the major cities and visitor attractions, including buying all the rip off 'Lacoste' & 'Pierre Cardin' polo shirts etc. I eventually had about 20 plain white XXL sized T-shirts and 20 pairs of white 'Calvin Klein' cotton boxer shorts, all for less than £20.
We then went on to the relaxation stage of our holiday and arrived quite late at the small hotel that we were staying at. Although a hotel it was made up of nine chalets and a larger building with a large bar, restaurant, sports room, reception area etc. The chalets were built in a crescent with the larger building closing off the open end to form a 'D' shape with a large pool and Jacuzzi in the middle. By walking through reception you were taken to a path that led to the beach about 200 yards away.
We were welcomed by two lovely Thai women who checked us in and gave us an inventory of the activities that would be on during our stay. A young man who introduced himself as Tsau (said with a silent 'T') then took us and our luggage to our room via the beautifully landscaped and secluded courtyard. We weren't hungry and were tired from our travels so we turned the air con onto max and had an early night to catch up on some well needed rest. We awoke to bright sunshine filling our room as we had forgotten to close the curtains but we both felt relaxed and ready to hit the poolside for a day of sunbathing, swimming and general relaxation. We both put on our swimming costumes and headed for the pool. Heather was considering going topless as she often had but decided to wait and see if anyone else was topless before committing herself.
It was nice and quiet around the pool with a few other couples of similar age to ourselves doing as we were by just relaxing. At lunch time I wondered to the bar to mingle with three other guys whom were drinking, chatting and laughing. As I arrived I ordered a Thai beer and the group all welcomed me and introduced themselves. Most of the others had already been here a fortnight and were telling me how they all got together in the evenings with the wives and girlfriends to drink into the early hours.
'Most of them will not wake up until after lunch!'
One of the men said with a chuckle in his voice. They were telling me that you could still get completely pissed for £10 even in this hotel. They told me how much fun we would have if we chose to join them tonight.
'Last night was a toga party,' I was told, 'the best bit was that my girlfriend ended up showing her tits accidentally as her toga slipped when dancing!'
I asked if the girls went topless here but was told that none had. All three said that they had tried to persuade their wives and girlfriends to go topless but none had wanted to be first.
I was then told that tonight was due to be a wet T-shirt contest but that none of the girls had the bottle and had hidden all the light coloured T-shirts. With no shops nearby it wasn't going to happen. I then realised that I could become the best loved man here with my case stuffed with more T-shirts than you could shake a stick at. When lunch came around the other four couples arose and the blokes came straight over to us and I was introduced. The youngest guy was just 22 and here with his 19 year old girlfriend and the oldest guy was 44 here with his wife who was 35. As we ate I told them about my stack of T-shirts and was instantly handed about 1000 glasses of beer by the others, all of whom wanted their partners to attend.
After Tsau had served lunch I went back to our chalet and met up with Heather for a chat. As we talked about the people who were here (she had met most of the women) I casually picked up the itinerary and brought it over so we could look at it together.
'That looks like fun!'
I said quite casually pointing to the wet T-shirt contest. Heather laughed thinking that I was messing about as she took the piece of paper from my hand.
'Free Drinks For 24 Hours is the first prize,' she read. 'Sounds like fun but I'm only doing it if the other girls attend'.
I explained that the two reception staff from the hotel were in it and that it would be up to my wife to persuade the other wives and girlfriends to play along. During the afternoon around the pool Heather was going around trying to get the other women to join her but spoke to each woman individually and alone. In under 30 minutes she came over to me and Ray, the oldest of the men here, and explained that they would all attend but there was one condition. Ray and I seemed oblivious to this condition as Heather wouldn't say exactly what it was until the evening.
At six O'clock we all gathered in the dining room for supper where the talk of the town was the lads giving their opinions on whom they thought would win; the girls just giving each other telling smiles and laughing. I was now becoming a little worried as to the condition and before we parted after dinner the women made all the men promise that their condition would be adhered to, not that any of us knew what it was. Heather and I went back to our chalet to shower and change for the evenings activities. Despite constant badgering Heather refused to tell me the 'condition' that the women were giggling over but smiled at me a sexy smile and kept saying that, 'It would be fun!' Heather put on her pink thong bikini bottoms, her short pink skirt, flip-flops and one of my huge T-shirts on. NO BRA! Heather suggested I try on a pair of my new boxer shorts under my denim shorts, I also wore trainers and my England rugby shirt.
We left for the event room arm-in-arm and, despite wearing big grins on our faces, full of apprehension. We were one of the last to arrive and I noticed that Heather must have distributed my T-shirts to the other girls as they all looked the same. The drinks flowed and we danced to the disco for an hour or so Tsau interrupted the music to announce it was time for the wet T-shirt contest. He explained the rules as such: The women would line up on the stage and the lads would pull a ticket from a beer glass on the bar. Each ticket corresponded to a number painted on the floor of the stage where a woman would be standing. You then took the bucket to the pool and filled it up to throw over the girl stood over the number you had on your ticket. Once all wet he would call out the girls numbers one-by-one and the one who got the biggest cheer would win! Easy! As there were two more women than men the two barmen got to partake as well.
The girls all lined up and we all took a ticket from the glass on the bar. I got number 3 which meant I got to drench the 19 year old, Jenny. My wife had got number 2 after one of the hotel staff. First it was the hotel receptionist to get soaked, her tiny titties all but naked, the hard brown nipples clinging to the material of her T-shirt. We all cheered. Next my wife's 36D's came into view as she got covered in water. Being a show off she wiggled them about getting a cheer and round of applause. I went next and threw the warm pool water all over the young lass in front of me. She was very petite and the weight of the water in the shirt almost made her topless as the head hole was far too big for her shoulders. Her tits looked nice and firm (I'd guess at 32A's) and we all cheered some more. This continued all the way to the end of the line until 22 tits and 22 nipples were on view to the cheering group of lads.
Tsau then asked us all to help judge. We all cheered for our favourites and it was quite clear that it was either going to be Heather or Wendy, a 6ft blonde with huge tits that had obviously got a lot of silicone in as they were too bulbous. Despite this Wendy was announced the winner and we all cheered. The two hotel girls removed their tops completely and threw their T-shirts (with the hotel's logo on) into the crowd as souvenirs. I didn't get one but they were passed around a bit as we all got more beers. There was a short pause as we all went to congratulate our partners for trying and Wendy loudly ordered a cocktail that was the most expensive drink on the menu. None of the girls tried to hide their tits now but the heat was drying them out and so we were losing the view. I gave Heather a huge kiss and thanked her for persuading the others to join in.
'Don't worry,' she replied, 'They can't wait for you lads to get up their and have your contest.'
I looked at her slightly puzzled and she kissed me before downing her beer. She deliberately let most of it dribble over her T-shirt, soaking it again before running up onto the stage.
Heather took the microphone from Tsau and called the room to silence. She got another big cheer for letting her tits show through her top but shut them all up again with a serious look in her eyes.
'OK lads,' she said. 'It's your turn up on stage. The rules are simple. As you are all aware, your wives all gave you a nice pair of Calvin Klein boxer shorts to wear. You all have one minute to get up here on stage wearing just those boxer shorts and the rest will follow as before!'