Double Trouble for the Wife in Thailand
Malaysian wife is tempted into bar whoring on her holiday to Thailand with her husband. Dedicated to Sidney and his wife Rachel. If you disapprove of fiction about whoring and cheating, this story is not for you.
"Let's go to the bar," said Bambi eagerly to her new Malaysian friend. "The boys can always join us later."
"I don't know," said Rachel protesting meekly.
She flicked her hair in a nervous subconscious gesture. A cute crease appeared on her forehead.
"Maybe, we should wait for Sydney..." She ventured.
The Malaysian couple had arrived in Thailand just over two weeks ago. After 14 days quarantine in Bangkok, they had flown on to Chiang Mai, finally checking into Tim's guesthouse. This was handily situated in the Loy Kroh red-light district.
Rachel was in her early thirties and still extremely attractive. She had long black hair she liked to wear down her back, a cute little nose, smiling slanted eyes and a pair of lovely lips that always smiled provocatively other men.
Her red lipstick contracted strikingly with her delicate white porcelain skin, thought Bambi who was herself a sexy brown Thai beauty. Bambi examined her new companion with an appreciative eye. Her body was petite and well-proportionate, like Bambi's own, but breasts were surprisingly large. Bambi was sure that the customers at the bar would want to play with Rachel.
Bambi had been working at the beer bar, freelancing off and on, for some time. Like all bar girls, she enjoyed working drinking, lazing around and selling her pussy short-time to horny mongers and sexpats. Her marriage to Tim had not really changed things in the that respect. Once a bar girl, always a bar girl. She loved to drink, flirt outrageously and get a white cock in her snatch whenever she could. This Thai wife was a real slut, and she could never get enough; a fact that her husband had long since come to accept. Bambi had an insatiable sexual appetite, larger than any single man alone could satisfy. She constantly yearned and needed other men to desire her sexually and fuck her constantly. Bambi had found the beer bar an ideal place to meet horny old perverts looking to fuck young brown pussy. It never ceased to amaze her husband how his wife let complete strangers touch her intimately, kiss her all over and even play with her pussy in the bar. Without fail, she would always take them back to her room to fuck.
The only concession she had made to her husband was that she fucked most of her johns in front of him. When Tim had suggested that Rachel's husband Sydney would probably not object to his wife fucking a farang, Bambi had instantly decided to bring Rachel to the bar so that mama could turn her out. Bambi knew that she would get a commission; besides, Bambi always got a perverse thrill out of corrupting an innocent soul.
"It will be fun, don't worry," insisted Bambi, her eyes shining brightly.
She tugged her friend by the arm and smiled reassuringly, adding in an excited and sultry tone:
"You will see. We can drink and play. You will like it, I'm sure."
"But I have nothing to wear here," objected Rachel, looking down at her plain cotton dress with a frown.
"It's okay. Mama will have something for you to wear," Bambi said, dismissing the other girl's objection.
"Come," insisted Bambi pulling her like a little girl. "I need a drink and a new cock in my pussy."
Bambi laughed salaciously and the other girl blushed. She was shocked, embarrassed yet shamefully aroused; although, she would never have admitted it.
Reaching out and caressing the air in the Thai manner, Bambi waved down a tuk-tuk. The two women hurtled through the narrow streets amid the unpleasant smell of gas and street dust. The roads were fairly empty that night. COVID-19 had ravaged small businesses in spite of the absence of the pandemic per se. Two-thirds of the tourism-reliant traders had gone bankrupt already. The recalcitrant hold outs were clinging on to dear life thanks partly to expat money. The junta's strict quarantine rules and the shocking long list of travel requirements, procedures and costs had terrified even the foolhardiest of tourists, leaving the country empty of all visitors.
It was a sad sight indeed. Most of the bars in the red-light district were shuttered, a bleak reminder that COVID-19 had stolen their very source of income; the middle-aged grey-back sex tourist. Normally by 10pm, the bar hookers would be drinking, making merry, waving at tourists, smiling enticingly or cat calling to passers-by. Music would be blaring out of the bars and the streets would be full of wide-eyed mongers and street vendors. Instead, apart from Maya's place and a couple of other bars in the complex, the alley was strangely quiet. Fortunately, mama had focused her trade on regular sexpats. These clever locals had settled in Thailand to take advantage of the weather, the cheap living and the bountiful young pussy. The lighter skinned Chiang Mai sexy girls were just dying to enjoy some white meat in their hungry brown snatch. Why, a good fucking was no more expensive than a restaurant meal as those sexy sluts needed to drink cock spunk and alcohol to keep happy.
Surprisingly, there were six bar girls working there that night. Maya had been able to keep the lights on by subsidizing her business using the money sent to her monthly by her husband and two boyfriends...
"Hello, Mama. This is Rachel. She has come to visit us tonight," said Bambi introducing her new friend.
Maya smiled broadly and waied, giving the newcomer an appraising look. Her customers would be sure to appreciate the fresh meat, she thought, already selling Rachel to them in her mind. She would have her working and whoring herself in no time.
"Hello," said Rachel, smiling shyly.
The new girl's eyes lingered on Madam's falling neckline, taking in the tight thin white top and the impressively large bosom. Such vulgarity, thought Rachel, swallowing hard. She could never wear something like that, she thought.
Maya had got her female attributes supersized a few years back in an attempt to compensate her for ageing figure. She was past her sell by date, but she still tried to remain attractive.
"Welcome. I am pleased you come work here tonight. Let me get you some nicer clothes. You can't stay out here dressed for the mall. It will scare off the customers," said Maya with a laugh.
"Yes, they are here to escape their jealous wife, not meet another," added Bambi.
"But I am not working here tonight, right?" Rachel responded.
She glanced at Bambi for reassurance. Her tone anxiously high-pitched and broken.
"Of course not. We are just having some fun," said Bambi, her eyes staring innocently at her companion.
Rachel blushed. Partly relieved, she let herself be ushered into the storeroom to change. Maya had chosen a tight red dress with strategic gaps placed to reveal a lady's assets. To these slutty clothes, she had added a pair of her own hooker heels. The perfect attire for an aspiring bargirl, thought Mama, just enough to get some cocks hard.
Bambi and Maya were already laughing and drinking shots of Tequila when the girl reappeared. Maya gave her a quick look over and smiled broadly.
"That is so much better. You are dressed to make a cock hard, darling," cooed Maya.
"Hmm. I like it," agreed Bambi.
Rachel walked awkwardly and paused, embarrassed.
"I feel as if everyone is looking at me..." She protested.
"Don't be silly, all hookers look sexy," said the Madam. "Our customers will be here soon, and you can greet them with Bambi."
"Oh. I don't like younger men," remarked Rachel.
Bambi bit her lower lip to refrain from reminding her that Sydney, Rachel's husband, was actually quite young.
"Most of my customers are farangs over sixty," explained Maya proudly.
"The guy I short-timed last week was so old that he nearly died of a heart-attack when he came," said Bambi with a giggle.
