I still don't know to this day how it came about but sometime fairly soon after we met, my wife, Lisa, and I realized that aside from being really good friends and sharing a wide range of mutual interests, we also shared a sexual fantasy, and that was for her to get it on with a tall, young and hot stud.
What helped propel the fantasy along was that we live in Asia where there are very few opportunities to meet such a specimen, and anyway with her being, despite her very provocative dress sense and ability to flirt with the best of them, a good Asian girl, she always insisted that it would remain a fantasy.
Through regular exercise and trying to stay out of fast food joints, at 38, I've managed to keep myself in reasonable shape. I run when time permits and swim occasionally in the hotel pools on my travels.
Lisa on the other hand eats what she likes, does almost zero exercise, and at approaching 30 has the body of an Olympic athlete. She has curves in the right places including a gorgeous ass and carries almost zero body fat. I don't know how she does it, but who cares? I have a beautiful, loving wife for a life partner, who gets more admiring stares and whistles than anyone else I know, and not just from the guys.
So, anyway, enough background and onto the story...
We were planning to spend the weekend in nearby Phuket where we would be staying at a plush hotel on the island courtesy of a package I had got through my air mileage.
Checking into the hotel on Saturday morning, we noticed that there was to be a beach party further down the beach that night and that hotel guests were automatically on the guest list. We thought no more of it as we figured it was probably one of those corporate functions which were not that much fun.
Not wanting to waste any time we quickly completed the check-in formalities, headed off to our room to change and then hit the beach. Now before we go on, just a quick word about the room. Firstly, it wasn't a room; it was a suite, with an ocean view to die for and a walk-on balcony off the lounge area running from one side to the other. There was a huge bed, a multi-head rain shower and even a hot tub. Perfect
Hitting the deserted beach, Lisa quickly rolled out a towel and lay down un-hooking her bikini top as she did, and announced that she was going to sleep. Once I'd completed my job of applying lotion to her back and the backs of her legs, I decided I would have a light jog up and down the surf.
About 30 minutes later I came back sweating and panting only to find that Lisa was nowhere to be seen. No problem, I thought, she's either gone to get a drink or popped to the restroom. It was only when she finally came back around 10 minutes later that she explained that there was a group playing volleyball a little further down the beach and as they were a little short of numbers they'd asked her to join in.
I thought it kind of unusual for local people to invite complete strangers to join a game in that manner so I casually asked where they were from.
"Oh, I don't know" she said. "There was a real mix of accents. Some European-sounding, some American and a few Australian I think. I spoke to one girl who was from Germany and she told me they were all exchange students doing a semester at the local university."
We stayed out in the sun for the remainder of the day, had an occasional dip in the sea to cool down when the heat got unbearable, and then around 6pm we headed back to the hotel to clean up for dinner.
Once back in the room I nodded off to sleep for another couple of hours or so while Lisa got her design books out and did a little studying, so by the time we were ready to head down for dinner it was around 9.30pm and we weren't actually all that hungry.
I had a different kind of hunger now though as I gazed at Lisa who looked stunning. Of course being at the beach she was wearing one of her trademark mini skirts, and a top which was not really a top at all but a strategically wrapped silk scarf which left her pert boobs free to bob around but were also visible if you just got yourself at the right angle behind her and showed off her model-like, golden brown shoulders..
Seeing that the party down the beach was now in full swing we agreed to head down that way and take a look. Once we'd popped our heads around the door and maybe had a quick drink if we still felt like eating we could get room service back at the hotel.
We got quite a surprise to find that it wasn't at all what we had imagined and was in fact entirely populated by young 20-somethings. I got an even bigger surprise when, while I was at the bar ordering drinks, a group of them walked right up to Lisa and greeted her like a long lost friend. They were clearly complementing her on her appearance and she, at her flirtatious best, was lapping it all up and reveling in it.
The mystery was solved once we regrouped; when she revealed that they were from the beach earlier that day and that they were all exchange students as she had explained.
"But I thought you said they were girls," I enquired, clearly feeling a little short-changed that she had had a vigorous beach volleyball session with a group of 20-something guys and not told me.
"No." she said matter of factly. "The only one I really spoke to was that girl over there. The rest carried on playing while I took a rest. Actually, now I think about it they did mention that I was welcome at their party but I just didn't put two and two together and realize it was this one."
I headed to the bar and no sooner had I gone than she was whisked off to the dance floor by a couple of the guys who had greeted her when we first walked in and I watched as she teased them with some of her sexiest moves and they tried to keep up with her.
Lisa was in her element on the dance floor and I noticed the two guys glance at each other a couple of times as if to acknowledge that they had got more than they bargained for.
A few dances later and Lisa was back by my side albeit looking slightly red in the face and ready for a drink, having exerted so much energy.
The two guys were in their early twenties and I have to admit that they were both in good shape and both at least six feet tall. The slightly shorter of the two had cropped blonde hair and wore orange shorts and a brown shirt which showed off his great tan, while the other had a darker complexion with curly brown hair and was wearing white shorts and a white shirt. In all honesty, both looked like they could have been models if they'd wanted.
After a couple of drinks I decided it was now my turn for a dance and led Lisa out into the middle of the floor. We danced a couple of disco numbers and then stuck around for a slow song, when we held each other and admitted to each other how horny we each were, with her having teased the guys all night, and me having watched her.
The party was clearly winding down so we decided to call it a night and having said goodnight started to walk back to the hotel.
In the hotel reception we bumped into Ben and Olivier the two guys from the party. Lisa made the introductions and we joked about her almost wearing them out on the dance floor.
