Part 3
The next day. I was still musing at the craftiness of the doctor’s scheme, when, at 10 am, the wife walked into the reception area of the hotel where I was sitting, waiting.
‘Didn’t recognise you with your clothes on’, she said.
‘Funny. Are you wearing any underwear today?’
She looked like she was dressed for a business meeting, wearing a grey sleeveless dress, fully covered at the chest and back, but the skirt section still above the knee. Just missing the jacket. She also held an overnight bag in her left hand.
‘Course not, but I’m wearing a bikini under this. I want to use your pool.’
There was never any issue ‘sneaking’ her into my hotel room, which wasn’t a room as such, more of a chalet; as the hotel was virtually deserted. The trip had started in bustling Bangkok. I picked this hotel on arrival at Phuket airport, never thinking the location would be a problem, but in a whole week here I’d hardly seen a soul. My only interaction had been with the dining room waiter and passing the odd pleasantry with the hotel manager.
Back at the room we were both keen to go down to the pool. While the wife went to change in the bathroom I considered my swimwear. Speedos or… I’d brought along a black G-string swim costume, but hadn’t plucked up the courage to wear it…. until now. I packed my sports bag for the pool. Towel, goggles, sunscreen, sun glasses, water bottles, book. I was about to put in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, but… ‘O sod it, I’m not bothering with clothes today.’
The wife emerged from the bathroom, wearing a fairly regular black bikini, with tied string sides.
‘I like your suit’, I said.
‘I like yours’.
I walked past her to go the door and she then said, ‘I like yours much more!’
The walk to the pool was surrounded by bushes on both sides, so it was fairly concealed, so probably no one would see my bare bottom. We reached the pool area, which wasn’t deserted – the old German couple were there, but I couldn’t care less. We picked a shaded side of the pool area, and then both entered the pool. I swam some laps. I used to think that you couldn’t beat the feel of Speedos, with the water sloshing on your legs – but the feeling of it on your naked bottom was something else. Eventually the couple left and we had the pool to ourselves. We walked over to the disused bar area.
‘Crouch under the counter.’ I said. She went down on her hands and knees, and I removed her pants and mine. I had placed my book on the counter as to give the impression I was standing there reading (one had to be discrete) – and then I thrust into her. Of course I lost my discretion at the final moment, but no one entered the pool area for the rest of the day. After sex we just spent the afternoon swimming and relaxing.
We took dinner in the quiet hotel restaurant, and then when back to the room. I had an idea; ‘There’s a path outside the room which leads through the forest. Let’s take our clothes off and go for a walk.’
‘I’d rather keep mine on’.
Oh. It just occurred to me that I’d never seen her completely naked. Maybe it was a cultural thing. However, walking into the forest with her, holding hands, knowing that she was naked under her dress, actually made me more aroused. She leant against a banana tree while I took her standing up. A lovely warm breeze had sprung up which made my skin tingle. I really could get used to doing this outdoors!
She stayed the night but I felt too tired to do anything. However, I woke up at first light, and was invigorated by the sight of her naked body. My cock slipped into her with scarcely an effort.
We had breakfast on the terrace and she said to me, ‘Will you be coming back to Phuket?’
‘When?’
‘About a years’ time.’
‘Okay. February is a nice time of year to come here. Why not?
‘Good. By then I will have had the child and you can give me another one’.
What kind of madness was this? I was dangling like a puppet on a string. Why should I do this? In truth though, I think I’d fallen in love.
But as the time approached I’d met a girl back home, and it was going to get a whole lot more complicated….
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