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.
They turned out to be two very nice young guys once we got talking I invited them to join us on our balcony to help us finish the bottle of champagne we had ordered earlier.
We sat and chatted among the four of us, covering subjects as diverse as university and our respective home countries (Ben was Italian and Olivier half-French and half-Swedish) and they were keen to know about my business too. Lisa was keen to know if the guys had girlfriends but both gave the safe (and I suspect bullshit) answer that they were too busy with their studies.
I couldn't help noticing that, as interested in the conversation as they appeared to be, their eyes would frequently stray towards Lisa and I often caught them trying to catch a peek up her short skirt or checking out her boobs through the sheer silk of her top. She was either oblivious to their attempts or pretended not to notice.
Eventually Lisa announced that she was going to turn in for the night joking that it was so that she would have enough energy for the volleyball game the next day and thanked the guys for their company and with a half promise of us joining them on the beach the next day for some more volleyball.
The guys and I carried on drinking and in Lisa's absence the conversation was getting more and more raunchy, with me letting them know how much she got turned on by getting guys like them aroused. They agreed that she did seem to be enjoying teasing them.
It was at that point that I suggested to the guys half-serious and half-joking that we should play a little trick on Lisa and see what her response would be. The deal was I would go and check that Lisa was asleep and then have one of the guys strip down to his shorts and hop into bed beside her to see at what point she would notice.
Now, looking back, I have to admit that having had a few drinks and getting a little tired myself, I hadn't thought through what all of the various outcomes of our innocent little game might be but guessed that the result would be Lisa waking up in shock and throwing the young guy out of bed, giving me a telling off for jerking her around but eventually seeing the funny side of it.
I let myself into the bedroom and confirmed that she was asleep. I signaled to Ben, the taller and darker of the two, to enter the room. As instructed he headed to the shower and quickly cleaned up while Olivier and I watched the bedroom from the balcony giggling at the thought of Lisa's reaction. Having toweled off and slipped back into his shorts Ben gently pulled back the sheet and climbed into the vacant space besides Lisa.
In the darkness we could just make out that Ben just lay there on his back not really knowing what to do. He needn't have worried because Lisa, assuming I had finally joined her in bed, rolled over and snuggled up to Ben. It was incredibly exciting seeing Lisa unwittingly in full close contact with a young, handsome stranger.
I was surprised that she had not twigged yet that it was not me and was wondering how to end the joke and take my rightful place alongside my wife, when I got an even bigger surprise.
Lisa had pulled Ben's face towards her and proceeded to give him a long and sensuous kiss. Ben responded, not wanting to give the game away, by returning the kiss. He placed her back on her back, I assumed, to see if she would go back to sleep, but I was wrong. He kissed her deeper and deeper and she for her part was pulling him into her.
This was not the outcome I had been expecting and the sensible side of me should have marched in there, broken things up and explained the joke, but the sight of Lisa exchanging kisses with Ben was exciting and I wanted to see at what point she would realize it was a stranger she was kissing and not me.
I couldn't quite see what was happening now that they were intertwined, so signaled to Olivier to follow me into the bedroom to get a closer look and we took up a position in shadow about 2 metres away from the bed. The first thing I noticed was Ben's shorts on the floor by the side of the bed. He must have slipped them off out of sight of the window before climbing into bed. The thought that they were both naked under the sheet was certainly not in the script but even more of a turn-on.
As Ben leaned over Lisa she slid her hands all over his smooth and naked torso and well-toned arms. He was now kissing her neck and she was reciprocating with sighs and moans to indicate pleasure. He had found one of her major erogenous zones.
