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Old 12-28-2015, 06:10 PM
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The sea at the beach resort of Phuket, Thailand was exquisitely warm as I swam in my rather brief black Speedos (with 2 inch sides, to be accurate). Perhaps it was too warm, as I stopped a few times to let the waves crash over me. It was just so relaxing! After about half an hour it was time to change back into my clothes. I walked back to the seating area to discover to my, horror, the sports bag with my clothes in was missing! Surely not? Had it been moved? After several minutes of pacing up and down the beach I could only conclude that it had been stolen.
I was stranded with no clothes or money or water, and my hotel was three miles away up a hill. The best option (arguably) would appear to be to wait until sunset, in about two hours’ time, and walk back. This would at least avoid the tropical sun and make me less conspicuous.

It was now dark as I walked along the street. The street was very busy and several people glanced at me. It was hard to imagine a greater embarrassment. Then a smart looking gentlemen dressed in a white shirt and slacks asked if he could help me. I explained that I needed a lift to the hotel and he said ‘I can give you a lift. My house is nearby’.
The journey was quite bumpy and I was sliding a little on the plastic seat cover. My senses were heightened and I could feel myself becoming aroused. To my horror my cock stretched over the front of my Speedos, and this didn’t go unnoticed by the gentleman. ‘You’re in good shape’, he remarked. I quickly put my cock back inside. ‘Could this day become anymore embarrassing?’ thought I. I started up some small talk to distract myself. Found out that the gentleman was a doctor, which evidently paid much as we pulled into the driveway of a large colonial-style house.
‘Er… aren’t we going back to the hotel?’ I asked, slightly anxiously.
‘There’s plenty of time. You must be tired and hungry. My wife will prepare dinner.’

After a brief introduction to his wife, she went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. I sat in a comfy chair while the doctor brought me a glass of wine. It didn’t look like I was to be provided with any clothes. The only advantages to this predicament were that my Speedos were completely dry and I would stay reasonably cool in the warm house. The wife announced that dinner would be served soon after she changed.
I sat at the dining table and the doctor sat opposite me. The wife entered the room wearing a beautiful red dress, sleeveless with shoestring straps and fitted above the knee. She was also barefoot. She was very pretty, about 5 feet 5, slim, late 20s with flawless light brown skin. She sat down to my right. It was just as well there was a table in the way, as my cock was fully erect again.

Only the doctor and I spoke at the table, and when dinner was finished he said to me, quite matter-of-fact,
‘Will you have sex with my wife?’
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Old 12-28-2015, 06:16 PM
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Part 2

‘Sorry?’ was all that I could utter.
‘It is the right time for my wife to produce a child. Unfortunately, medically, I cannot give her this, so I’m asking for your help… please.’
Now even he was completely deranged, and refusal could be a dangerous decision - why would I not? I found her very attractive and I was merely fulfilling a biological necessity. No moral issues at all.
‘All right’.
‘Good. Now stand up and remove your pants.’

I stood there in front of them both, naked with my cock still fully erect. I didn’t think I’d ever go soft again. After several seconds the wife took my hand and led me into the next room. She stopped in front of a sofa and crouched down on all fours. She lifted up the bottom of her dress, and needless to say – she had no underwear on. At that moment the doctor walked in, sat down on a chair opposite, with a glass of wine in his hand.
‘Are you going to sit there watching us?’ I asked incredulously.
‘Of course. I need to make sure.’
Fine. I made my first insertion and the wife squirmed. ‘Going to take this nice and slow’, I thought, as I found a nice rhythm. I was finally starting to relax, the tension draining away. I didn’t feel any embarrassment being observed – he could bring all his mates round if he wanted to. I quickened the pace and sweat poured off my back and into my butt crack. Finally, the moment was over and I stayed in position for several seconds, experiencing the ecstasy.

Soon after the doctor drove me back to the hotel (this time). ‘How long do you have left in Phuket? he asked, after parking the car.
‘A full day tomorrow but I fly out the day after tomorrow.’
‘Not much time. Okay. I will drop my wife at your hotel tomorrow morning, and you will entertain her for the rest of your trip. Any problem with that?’
‘Nope. Look forward to it.’
‘Oh, and one other thing….’

He opened the boot and there was my sports bag….
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Old 12-29-2015, 01:24 AM
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O wow do continue. Want more details of round 2.
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Old 12-29-2015, 06:26 PM
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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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Old 12-29-2015, 06:31 PM
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It is a work of fiction, but it is based on real life experiences.

1. I 've had my clothes nicked while swimming
2. I've had a girl in Thailand.
3. The hotel in Phuket is an exact description of the one I stayed in there. I also did swim in a G-string there once!

So to continue the series I will need even more imagination.
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Old 12-29-2015, 07:18 PM
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Part 4

The following summer I visited a sports shop to buy a field hockey stick for the new season. The shop was deserted, which was just as well, as the shop assistant was taking a bit of a while to wrap my stick up. This was making me feel a little tense on account of her striking appearance. She had a Mediterranean look with jet black hair, about 5 feet 6, medium build, aged mid to late twenties, and wearing a rather tight t-shirt, showing off her toned physique. I had to break the tension and engaged her in small talk - her personality was pleasing, too. When I completed the purchase I said ‘Look, I don’t normally do this, but would you like to go out with me?’
‘Sure. I’ve never dated a hockey player before!’

We exchanged details, and the next night, just after finishing tea, I heard a knock on my apartment door. It was the girl!
‘Hi, can I come in?’
‘Please.’
‘I thought we could go out tonight if you’re free, or we could just stop in. I’ve brought a bottle of wine.’
She was indeed holding a bag and she was wearing a rather sexy summer dress.
‘I like your dress.’
‘It’s very comfortable.’
And in a moment the dress was lying around her ankles and she stood there completely naked…

I saw a lot of her that summer – well actually all of her as she liked removing her clothes. Nothing sexual, she was just a naturist and felt more comfortable that way. I wasn’t complaining.
We got engaged to be married and then good and bad news arrived from Thailand. Good in that the doctor’s wife had conceived a girl and bad, because I now had to carry out my pledge. However, I had no trouble persuading my fiancée to travel to Phuket for next St Valentine’s Day, but obviously I was economical with the truth. There’s honesty and there’s discretion.
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Old 12-30-2015, 08:16 PM
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Part 5

We arrived in Phuket in the February for two weeks of sun, sea and something else. I chose a hotel that was near to the beach this time. We were in our hotel room preparing for our first visit to the hotel pool. My fiancée took a couple of regular bikinis out of her suitcase, put them back and picked out a tiny pair of black G-string bikini bottoms.
‘Can I wear these here?’ she asked.
‘Yes. Just as long as you wear the top with them.’ I replied.
She went to change in the bathroom and when she emerged, I had changed into a pair of dark blue swim briefs, with only 1.5 inch sides.
‘Ooh, you look great in them!’ She exclaimed.
‘Too hot here to wear anything more.’

A couple of days had passed and we were strolling along the beach. We were wearing the swimwear as first selected. My fiancée didn’t wear anything different all trip. Now there were two things occupying my mind at this moment. The first one was how to stop the erection threatening to slip out of my Speedos, as the sight of my fiancée’s tanned bare buttocks, wobbling with every step on the soft sand, was a bit exciting. The second, was how to arrange a liaison with the doctor’s wife….

Except…. I heard my name called out. She had spotted us!
‘Who is that?’ My fiancée asked suspiciously.
‘I see you’re looking fit,’ the wife said, noticing the bulge in my pants.

I made introductions, retelling the safe version of how we met last year. She then invited us to dinner that night, which the fiancée accepted with glee. I had my reservations though.

Back at the house, one year on. Everything seemed the same, until the wife pointed out her three-month old daughter, lying in her cot. I felt a strange sense of responsibility. Maybe it was time for one of my own?
‘She looks quite pale,’ my fiancée remarked, unhelpfully.

The dinner proceeded well, as we chatted about our personal lives, the exchange rate etc. We had just finished dessert until my fiancée said, ‘I’m really feeling tired’, and then promptly collapsed at the table!
‘Ah, the sedative’s worked. Help me carry her to the bedroom,’ the wife said.
‘You what?!’ I exclaimed incredulously.
‘I just put some in her wine. We can’t have her getting in the way.’
‘How long will she be asleep for?’
‘Until next morning. Gives us all night.’
‘This is going too far!’ I uttered with exasperation.
‘But you have a promise to keep!’

So I procreated with her once that night, with little pleasure, and the following morning we all had breakfast together. My fiancée’s mishap was accounted for by consuming too much wine, and the effect of the warm night. I was starting to think it was time to move on, until the doctor invited us to go on his boat the next day, for some swimming and snorkelling, none other. My fiancée accepted the invitation. If only she knew what was really happening….

TO BE CONCLUDED
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Part 6

The doctor’s boat set off for sea. Our hosts changed into swimwear – the doctor a pair of board shorts and his wife a bikini. We changed into the swimwear we had worn all trip, and I heard the doctor say to my wife,
‘Nice bikini.’
‘I think I’m a little overdressed’, she smiled.
‘You don’t have to wear that if you don’t want to.’
‘Perfect!’

She then stripped naked and got me to do the same. It was not like I hadn’t been in this situation before. Curiously I didn’t find her quite as erotic minus her swimsuit. We then went snorkelling in the sea. It really was pleasurable swimming without any garments on.

Back on board the doctor’s wife asked when we were going to start a family.
‘I hadn’t really given it much thought,’ said my fiancée.
‘You won’t regret it, and It won’t show on your wedding day’. (We were due to marry in four months’ time). After a pause she said, ‘Why not start now?’
‘What? Right here? On this boat?’
‘They’re quite liberal, dear’, I remarked encouragingly.

The sex was amazing, as she spent all of it riding on my cock. It was like she was playing to the audience. I was certainly seeing a different side to her.
‘You enjoy that?’ Said the wife. ‘Good. I’m looking forward to him doing that to me later,’ she said, gesturing towards me.

Oh…my …. God… and then I saw another side to her, exploding out.

‘Didn’t you know? Said the wife, who then explained the position concisely.
‘What the fuck is wrong with you?!’ My fiancée shouted at me.
‘But I hadn’t even met you the first time it happened, and this time, well, I made a pledge,’ I said pathetically.

We got changed back into our clothes, and kept our distance until the boat arrived back at shore.
My fiancée then announced, ‘Right, carry out your scheme, but when it’s over I don’t ever want to see that bitch again!’

The plan was for me to propagate the doctor’s wife every other night, so the next night I met her at the hotel reception, and escorted her to my, sorry, our room. My fiancée was lying on the bed naked, watching television. After a few seconds I said, ‘Shouldn’t you be somewhere else, like in the bar?’
‘No can do. You are not leaving my sight. No more secrets, if you don’t mind.’ She then got up and said, ‘Both of you, take off your clothes’…. ‘Right, you (she pointed at the wife), lie face down on the bed! Now get to it!’
I just stood there and said ‘I don’t think I can, I’m too tense.’
‘Oh … dear’. My fiancée came across to embrace me, and I started to relax, and was able to perform the required duty.

Then the strangest thing manifested itself. With each session my fiancée enjoyed it more and more. I think it was because she controlled the situation, she called the shots. We played by her rules, which resulted in debauchery I didn’t think she was capable of conceiving.

And so the years passed. The doctor’s wife, of course, conceived a boy, while we also had a boy and the girl, and we kept in touch. Every few years we would travel to visit them, and to all intents and purposes, they became part of our family. Hell, what other relatives were like that?

THE END
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