My wife recently has gone on her annual girls' trip, this time to Thailand. It’s something she’s done before with the same group—three of them are married, and one’s still single. They’ve traveled together a few times, so nothing new there.
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On their second night in Pattaya, they hit up a pub—drinks, music, and the usual fun. After a while on the dance floor, my wife and one of her friends came back to their table to rest. Not long after, some guy came over and started chatting with them, offering drinks. At first, they said no, but eventually gave in.
Her friend got cozy with the guy and ended up going back to dance, leaving my wife alone at the table. That’s when another guy approached her. He offered to buy her a drink, but she turned it down. Still, he sat down and they started talking. She told me he was Canadian, also there on a trip with his friends. Eventually, they went to dance too. One thing led to another, and she ended up going back to his room.
She told me they made out. She doesn’t remember everything clearly, but she said it felt really good—and that he complimented her a lot. The next morning, she woke up feeling guilty and left quietly.
Later that day, he messaged her, asking if they could meet one last time before he flew back. She said no because she felt bad about what happened. That’s when she called me and told me everything.
Honestly, I didn’t feel angry. In fact, it kind of turned me on. I told her if she really wanted to meet him again, she should. I could tell she was tempted.
"It was good. He was great—slow and passionate."
That’s how my wife described her date when I asked her about it after 2 days.
Her return flight was last night. That morning, I called her—not just to check if they were packed and ready to leave for the airport, but also to hear how her date had gone. With her friends around, she couldn’t share much, but she said enough to set my imagination in motion.
They met in the afternoon for lunch at a café. She clicked a pic to show me her dress for the date. After the usual pleasantries and a relaxed meal, she went with him back to his hotel. This time, she was completely sober and aware of what she was doing. His flight was scheduled for early evening, so he didn’t delay once they got to the room.
He was on her right away—kissing her, touching her—and she felt her body respond. It didn’t take long before his clothes were off and she was in his arms, being pulled into bed. He asked her to leave her bra on, saying he wanted to unhook it himself later. She told me he took his time, teasing her, building the heat until she was begging for more. Even then, he stayed slow, dragging it out just the way she loves.
They ended up doing it three or four times before he had to get dressed and leave for the airport. On his way, he dropped her near her hotel, leaving her thoroughly satisfied.
As she told me all this, the images formed vividly in my head. I could feel my body react—my pulse rising, arousal kicking in hard. As soon as the call ended, I rushed to the restroom, needing release from the tension that had built up just picturing them together.
Now I’m waiting for her to come home so I can hear it all over again. And maybe together, we’ll explore her bold new desires.
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