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 Part E India's First Actual 'Extra Guy' Fuck

   Dearest Joan,

   Let me now tell you about the second part of our Thai trip.  We got to
Phuket at about 5 pm from Bangkok, after a 45 minutes flight.  This part of
the mini-vacation was the one where India popped her "monogamous cherry".

   Thursday Evening:

   By 6 pm we had settled into our hotel room and decided to go to the pool
and swim for a while.  There were very few people there.  Most of them were
portly business people, and there was one old (unattractive) couple.  As
none of them appealed to us, we took a table away from the populated area.

   We spotted our target the moment we sat down at the patio.  The guy was
just getting out of the water from the swimming pool, and he walked
directly toward us.  In his swim trunks, his entire body was on display. 
India noticed Martin (his name) straight away and remarked, "WOW, look at
that guy.  I'd love to screw him."

   He walked past us and sat at a chair that was two tables away.  We later
realized that this was not a deliberate move.  He had been sitting there
earlier, as his towel and other belongings were on a chair there.  He took
his towel, dried his hair dry, wiped his body and sat.  The waiter brought
his beer.

   While he stood toweling his hair and body, India said to me, "Raj, he is
really sexy.  Look at his body.  He's good-looking too." I remarked to
India, "Like him?  Let's cultivate him.  Hope he's alone." Yes, I agreed
with my wife.  Martin was a hunk, with a well-toned and tanned husky body.

   He was lean and athletic, about 5' 11", and seemed to be in his 30's (we
later found out he was 32).  He had light brown hair.  Both India and I
find blonde/light haired men and women sexy -- maybe because we don't have
any in our part of the world.  His hair was longish, which again India
likes.

   As is the case when strangers meet in hotels, he looked at us and nodded
a greeting.  I said "Hi," and as he responded.  Martin and I struck up a
conversation, asking each other the usual questions: "Where are you from?"
and "Are you here on a vacation?" etc.  I introduced India to him and asked
him, "Are you alone?  Care to join us?" Martin confirmed that he was alone,
and said that he would love to join us.

   Martin moved over to our table, and we made small talk, asking each
other what made us come to Phuket, how long we were staying etc.  We
ordered another round of drinks.  Before long, we were chatting very
warmly, and we found out the following facts about him.  He was an
Australian.  He was unmarried, and had a girlfriend back home.

   He visited Thailand 8 to 10 times a year.  He worked as a buying agent
for an Australian company.  He said that sometimes when he finished his
work (in a nearby city) he drove to Phuket and spent an extended weekend
here to relax.  He was alone on this trip and was staying in the same
hotel. When we mentioned where we lived, he told us that he visited our
hometown, on work, about once a year.

   When Martin went to the toilet I had a chance to talk to my wife.  "So
far so good.  He's alone, but how does one ask him?"

   She replied, "Yes, he's really nice.  But Raj, please be careful.  Let's
not get into an awkward situation.  This is not a swing club.  We can
always hire a guy from an escort service, if Martin's not interested."

   I replied, "Let's see what happens.  Let's spend as much time as we can
with him.  He's here until Monday."

   When Martin came back, India announced that she wanted to swim.  I
declined, but Martin said that he would not mind a couple of laps.  India
was wearing her one-piece swimsuit below her beach dress.  When she stood
and took her dress off, Martin saw her in the swimsuit for the first time.

   He did a double take and said, "Wow," making my wife blush.  (I must
describe her sexy swimsuit to you.  Though it was a one-piece, it was as
revealing as a bikini.  It was the usual panty-bra combination of a
swimsuit, with cleverly designed straps around her neck, waist and tummy,
that held the pieces together and covered her bottom and her breasts,
leaving her entire back, and most of her waist and stomach exposed.  I had
picked it up in Singapore some years ago.  India considered it too daring,
and wore it only when we were away from our hometown.) India and Martin
swam for about 15 minutes or so.

   When they came back, I noticed that Martin was paying a lot more
attention to my wife.  She sat in her swimsuit, and he kept stealing
glances at her thighs and legs, which I think are her best assets - not
that the rest of her body is bad.  I remind readers that she was a model
before we married, and her body now is 36-28-35, and she is 5'4" in height.


   I asked Martin what he would recommend we do that night, as he knew
Phuket well.  Martin invited us to dinner.  I accepted saying, "Sure, lets
have a drink-up tonight.  After all, we are on a vacation." The opportunity
was there - Martin was alone, on vacation, he was an attractive man, and my
wife fancied him.  I was sure that a sexy situation would develop, if we
spent lots of time with him.

   India and I left him and went to our room to shower and change,
promising to meet him in the lobby in one hour.  We went to our room and
fucked.  We were both hot.  India was very wet.  I made it 'hotter' by
suggesting to her that she imagine Martin and me fucking her together.  She
had her orgasm as if I had put my finger on a magic button.

   We lay for a while, talking about Martin.  India is a reserved person
and I stressed to her that she must be warm to him, and flirt with him. 
India does not usually flirt.  In fact the only time I had seen her act
coquettish was on our two visits to the Amsterdam swing club.

   We showered and met Martin in the lobby.  India looked stunningly sexy
in her black lycra jeans that clung to her legs (her legs are sexy), and a
figure-hugging T-shirt, with her shoulder length hair left loose.  We went
to a couple of bars, had a drink in each one and then had dinner.

   Over dinner, Martin suggested we go to a nightclub and dance.  I thought
that was a good idea, as India loves to dance (I don't).  Dancing would
give Martin and India the opportunity to have a bit of physical contact.

   By the time we reached the nightclub, I was very excited at the prospect
of seeing her in Martin's arms, and I hoped that it would lead to a more
intimate situation.  At the nightclub, I realized that my wife was a bit
quiet, so I asked her (in our language), "You OK?"

   She said, "Yes.  Excited, but also scared."

   I told her, "Seduce him, get him hot.  We'll see what develops.  You
know that I love you."

   They danced to a couple of fast tunes.  In between dances, India would
touch him a great deal on his hands and arms while talking.  It was not
overtly sexual touching, but a sort of social touching, showing warmth and
friendliness.  Then as the music changed to slow songs, Martin and India
danced again.  He held her quite close to him.

   That was a sight that got me hard.  She looked so sexy in Martin's arms,
and I was dying to see her naked in bed with him.  But unfortunately,
nothing developed beyond that.  Martin did not try to act fresh.  He did
not explore her body, nor did he try to kiss her.  At the table, between
dances, I kissed India once on her lips and caressed her cheek in front of
Martin saying, loudly for Martin to hear, "You look smashing.  I'm really
horny, can't wait to get you back to the room."

   I did it in front of Martin to get a reaction from him.  India was
clearly aroused, as I found out when I danced with her.  She was breathing
heavily.  When I asked her if there had been any positive moves by Martin,
she said that he was aroused, as she could feel his erection when dancing,
but nothing more.  I was in a fix.  I knew he fancied India, but how does
one seduce him to bed.

   I realized that picking up a man in a swing club (or through a contact
magazine) is a different matter.  I just could not get myself to come out
and tell him that we wanted him to join us in bed.

   I presumed that Martin was not making any advances toward India, because
I (her husband), was present.  I told India so, and I suggested, that I
would leave, feigning a headache or something.  I was sure, that if she
then danced close and gave him the 'come on,' he would respond and she
could then go to his room and fuck him.  India was not prepared to do that
for a couple of reasons.  She said that firstly, she wanted me present if
we were to have fun.  Secondly, she did not want him to think of her as a
cheap woman, cheating on her husband.

   She perked me up by saying that I should not feel disappointed - "I am
looking forward too, but if nothing happens, we can always get a guy from
an escort service tomorrow."

   I said, "but you don't like Thais, and you don't want to fuck a
masseur."

   She replied, "I don't: But now I think I want to fuck, and even a Thai
masseur will do.  I will let him screw me if Martin does not."

   That is how frustrating the night ended.  We were both disappointed, but
very aroused.  When we got into our bed, India was really wet, and I too
had oozed a lot of pre-cum.  We had a super wild fuck.  After we finished,
I got thinking, trying to find a way to get Martin into our bed.  The only
way I could think of was a direct approach, to ask him to join us in a
threesome.
Friday:
As planned the previous night, we met Martin in the lobby to go to the
beach together.  He had been very thoughtful.  He had gotten a hamper
basket and icebox packed, with beer and a pitcher of Margarita's (in a
plastic bottle) for India.  India is not particularly fond of Margarita's,
but she was drinking them the previous night, so that she would get a good
"high" to face a sexy situation, if it arose.  Martin presumed that she
loved Margarita's.  Anyway, we had breakfast together in the hotel and went

to the beach.

   We walked some distance from the hotel and spread our towels under a
palm-thatched, mushroom-shaped umbrella in a secluded area.  India lay in
the middle, with Martin and me on either side, not more than a foot apart.
There was not a soul in sight.

   India took her bottle of sunscreen and started to spread it on her arms
and legs, and on her front, wherever she could reach.  When she finished
she turned to me saying, "Will you rub this on my back?" She lay on her
tummy, and I knelt beside my wife and lovingly massaged the sunscreen into
her skin, all over her back.

   I took my own time, caressing her inner and upper thighs.  I felt her
melt under my hands, and when I looked up I saw Martin watching me with a
great deal of interest.  After I finished, I asked her if she felt like
returning the favour?  India sat next to me, and applied the sunscreen,
first all over my back and then I turned over and she did my front.

   She was about to cap the bottle when I mentioned, "Aren't you going to
rub some on Martin?  Just because he does not have his girlfriend here, is
no reason he should be neglected." She turned to Martin saying, "Sorry.  OK
lie down."

   Martin lay on his tummy.  India applied the sunscreen on his shoulders
and arms, and then went all over his back and did both his thighs and legs,
very clinically I thought.  She said to Martin, "OK turn over now," and
Martin turned over.  Her touch on his body had made his bulge bigger.  He
was not erect, but his penis had definitely swollen.

   She started doing his front, starting with his shoulders and arms.  She
was just giving him a rub, not a massage, which I had hoped she would do. I
said to her (in our language), "do it more sensually.  Get him hot.  See he
is already getting bigger." She replied (again in our language) that she
felt a bit awkward making first moves toward a man.  She finished doing his
front, in a very matter-of-fact manner, and lay between us.  Things were
not going as well as I had hoped.  India was too "staid," and it was
getting frustrating for us.

   Unfortunately, India has never been a flirt.  She has always been an
"introvert" when it comes to men.  The only time she has really flirted
with men, and been "open" with them, was in the Swing clubs we visited. 
Her "boldness" on those occasions was due to the fact that she was under
the influence of drinks and "joints," and in any case, the atmosphere there
was highly sex charged.

   Even Martin was a being very formal with India.  He was on his best
behaviour.  Maybe India gives people the impression that she is hard to
get. In all our married years she has had very few people make actual
physical passes at her.

   I realized that I had to get some joints to get my wife "uninhibited,"
to get her to let her hair down.  They would also help me to become bold,
to make things happen, rather than just wait for them to happen.

   I thought to myself, I could be more direct to Martin in my talk.  I
could create a sexy situation.  Maybe I had to fill my talk with
innuendoes, and maybe persuade my wife to expose herself to Martin.  Maybe
I would have to indulge in some sort of sexual activity with my wife, in
Martin's presence.

   Perhaps I would have to encourage Martin or drop blatant hints, that I
(and India) would not mind if he were to get physical with her.  I had
mentally decided, that if all this failed to get a response, I would
bluntly proposition Martin, and ask him if he would like to fuck India.

   Though it is a major crime to carry joints in or out of the country, I
knew that they were easily available in Thailand, thanks to the Shan
triangle.  I asked Martin, "Do you know where we might get some hash or
grass?"

   Martin was pouring us all drinks, and he looked at me, "You guys do
joints too?"

   I said, "Yes, sometimes.  We like it on vacations.  It relaxes us, makes
us lightheaded."

   India too piped up, "I love the lazy feeling I get after a joint."

   "I can get them in 15 minutes flat," Martin replied.

   "Really, how?" Asked India.

   "I have some in my room," Martin replied.  "I did not know you liked
them."

   "We'd love some, if it is not too much of a problem," India replied.

   Martin gave us the drinks.  I said, "Maybe after this drink, we can all
go together and fetch them."

   After we finished our second drink, Martin suggested that he would go to
his room and bring the 'joints'.  I suggested that we all go, but he
insisted that he would be quicker as he would jog part of the way, and be
back soon.

   As soon a Martin left, I told my wife what I had in mind.  I explained
that Martin seemed to be too much of a gentleman, and it did not seem
likely that he would realize what we wanted.  I told her that we would have
to seduce him, and that may require her to expose herself to Martin.  Maybe
she and I would have to engage in some sexual activity, and I would have to
be direct and tell him what we desired.

   When India heard the second alternative, she got a bit chicken, and said
that I should avoid an embarrassing situation.  She agreed that she would
be a bit less "inhibited" with the joints.

   I took India in my arms and started to kiss her and touch her all over.
I unclasped her swimsuit top, sucked on her tits, and put my hand inside
the bottom of her suit and fingered her cunt.  She was already a bit wet,
with anticipation I guess.

   I massaged her clit to get her hot.  I know of nothing that can get her
turned-on as quickly as fingering her clit.  I fingered her cunt and her
clit alternately.  I did it to work her up, not to make her climax.

   She too pulled my suit down, and she kept stroking my cock.  She was
hot. She suggested, "Put it in.  Let's have a quickie." I resisted.  I had
decided that I would take the initiative once we were all a bit high on
'joints'.  When we spotted Martin returning, we both tidied up, though I
did suggest to my wife that she remain topless.  She declined.

   When Martin arrived, he quickly got busy and lit a joint.  We passed it
around.  In a twinkling it was gone.  (It was not easy smoking in the
breeze - smokers will vouch for that.) We lit another and passed it around
too.  I cheated a bit, pretending to take deep drags, which I did not. 
When I felt a bit 'woozy', I was sure, that both Martin and my wife would
definitely be 'high' too.

   We decided to go for a swim.  When we walked to the sea, India leaned
toward me and Martin a couple of times for support.  Maybe she was feeling
the effects of the joint.  Maybe it was the waves making her lose her
balance.  We swam for a while.

   Afterward, we stood close together in knee-deep water, just fooling
around.  As she attempted to tie up her wet hair, I put my arms round her
from behind.  As I held India, I pressed my body against her.  I kissed her
on her neck.  She resisted a bit, whispering, "Martin's here." I whispered
back, "Relax, that is the main idea."

   She threw her head back against my shoulder, enjoying the attention to
her nape.  I reached around her and cupped her right breast, caressing it,
through the top of her suit.

   Martin was standing a couple of feet away, a bit awkwardly, not knowing
how to react.  I looked up at him and smiled.  "I'm horny," I said to him.

   He replied, "you two are making me horny too."

   "Want to join us?" I asked Martin.

   "What do you mean?" Martin asked.

   "Martin, we have a fantasy we want to live out.  You want to know our
fantasy?" I asked him.

   Before Martin could answer I blurted out, "We would like you to watch
us, while we make love.  Are you game?"

   "Sure.  I have no problems with that.  It would be a pleasure," he said
with a grin.

   The cat was out of the bag.  I had said it.  It was as easy as that, but
I don't know why I said a half-truth.

   I added, "Martin, actually you can even touch India or do anything else,
that she agrees to." I could see that the bulge in his suit had swollen. 
India was breathing heavily too.

   Martin was stuck for words and mumbled, "You mean you are inviting me to
join you two, to make love to your wife?"

   I corrected him, "No, not to make love to her, fuck her."

   By now, I had taken India's right breast out of her swimsuit, and was
playing with her naked tit, having exposed it to Martin's view.

   Martin had a funny expression on his face.  He asked, "Are you serious?"


   I said, "Yes, dead serious.  If you don't believe me, why don't you
touch her and see for yourself?"

   Martin hesitatingly extended his hand toward India's exposed breast and
touched it...  gingerly at first...  and then cupped it in his palm and
gave it a couple of squeezes.  I gave my wife a shove toward Martin, and at
the same time Martin took a step forward.  They were against each other.

   Martin took my wife in his arms and his mouth sought her lips.  They
kissed.  Martin held her close and his arm reached behind her, to caress
her bum and brushed against my erection.  I moved aside to give Martin's
hand some space.  I pressed my body against my wife's body from the side
and noticed that India had put her arms around Martin's neck.  She and
Martin were locked in a very deep and passionate kiss.  Their bodies were
so close that you could not drive a knife between them.

   A while later, they broke their kiss and stepped back.  India reached
for her swim suit top to cover her exposed breast.  She said, "Let's go
back, I'm thirsty."

   She started to walk toward our towels.  Martin and I followed her from a
few feet back.  Both of us were sporting half hard-on's that tented our
suits.  I said, "Martin, I love her a lot.  There are a few things I'd like
to explain."

   "Sure," he said.

   "I must tell you, that this is her first time with another man, so
please don't hurt her.  You may do what ever she says, whenever she is
ready.  Don't mind it, if she takes time."

   "OK, that's no problem," Martin replied.

   "There are a couple of other things too, that I must clarify.  You must
use condoms, and no anal at all.  And, no rough stuff, just plain sex.  Is
that OK by you?"

   "Of course," Martin replied.

   I added, "Another thing, do you have a problem with contact between us?"


   "No, I don't have problem with that.  But, to what limit?"

   "Only fondling and oral.  No penetration between us.  I like to be clear
in the beginning, so that it does not spoil the mood later."

   Martin said, "OK, I don't mind it at all."

   We reached our towels.  India and I sat, and she asked for water. 
Martin went to the icebox and got water for her, and he cracked a couple of
beers for us.  He asked India if she wanted another Margarita, which she
declined, saying that she would sip beer from my can.

   There was a bit of awkwardness between my wife and Martin, and a lot of
sexual tension too.  They kept stealing glances at each other.  She sat
next to me on my left, and Martin sat to her left.  India toweled her body
dry, and she asked me to spread on some sunscreen lotion.

   I suggested to her, "Take your swimsuit off." I made it sound
light-hearted.

   By that point, my wife was quite chirpy, and retorted, "This is not a
nude beach."

   "Come on, don't be such a prude.  Let's be naughty.  Let's have fun," I
said to her.

   I added to Martin, "What do you say Martin?"

   Martin added, "Yes, India take it off.  You are out voted."

   She was cornered, but made a condition.  "I'll do it, but on the
condition that first you guys take yours off!"

   So, I raised my bum and slid my suit down.  Martin got on his knees to
slide his suit down.  What an erotic sight it was to see my wife in the
presence of two naked guys, outdoors, in broad daylight.  Both, Martin and
I had full erections by the time we were naked, but India was looking at
Martin.  Martin was terrific looking.

   India shyly slid her top off, and by raising her bum she managed to slip
out of the bottom of her swimsuit by just sliding it off.  She quickly
turned and lay on her stomach.  She looked so lovely and sexy lying naked,
in broad daylight.

   I took the bottle of sunscreen and asked India, "OK, shall I give you a
rub down...  or would you like Martin to do so."

   She replied, "Both of you."

   I poured some oil on her back and passed the bottle to Martin who took
some on his hand, and we both started giving my wife a rub on her back and
shoulders.  I took one side of her body and Martin took the other.  We both
put a lot of feeling in giving India a really sensual massage.

   There were a lot of occasions when Martin's bobbing cock came in contact
with India's waist and bum.  Gradually we reached down to her bum.  We each
took a bum and squeezed it while massaging her.  When we reached her upper
thighs, India started to squirm and wriggle her bottom, and I pushed my
hand to spread her thighs apart.

   Her cunt was clearly visible to us.  While rubbing her inner thigh,
Martin's hand brushed against her cunt lips, causing my wife to wriggle. 
We went on to finish her legs, and I asked her to turn over.

   India turned over and I saw a very turned-on expression on her face,
coupled with a mischievous smile.  I asked her, "Like it?" She just said,
"Mmmmm, lovely."

   As India lay on her back, her eyes shut.  Martin and I started with her
legs, and moved up.  When we reached her thighs, I gently pried her legs
apart so that we could do her inner thighs.  She looked so delectably
inviting, lying there with her legs partly spread, for a stranger to see
her cunt.

   At about that time I stopped massaging her thighs, leaving Martin to
continue, as I moved up to take her arm.  Martin went on to sensually
caress her inner thighs, and I felt my wife wince/shudder a few times as
perhaps his fingers brushed against her cunt lips.

   He did not overtly put his fingers inside her, nor try to open her cunt
lips to indulge in blatant sex; but he explored every inch of her thigh and
pubic area, before he moved up to her pubic hair, then to her waist and on
to her breasts.

   When Martin reached her breasts and started to caress, massage and
squeeze them, India opened her eyes.  She had a glazed look, which signaled
sexual arousal.  I had first noticed this look when we had our first
threesome (with Dave) in the swing club in Holland.  She looked at Martin's
cock, which was by then rock hard and was touching her stomach, and
commented to me, in our language, "His cock is very fat.  I like it.  It is
cut too."

   I encouraged her, and said (in our language), "Take hold of it."

   India extended her hand and touched Martin's cock with her fingertips,
tracing it's contours, and then going under it until she reached his balls.
After cupping and squeezing Martin's balls, she wrapped her fingers around
his shaft and stroked it in her oily fist.  This brought about a moan from
Martin.  India asked him, "Like it?" Martin smiled down at her, nodded
approvingly, lowered his mouth, and gave her a peck on her lips.

   Let me describe Martin's body and cock.  He had a very strong looking
cock, and though it was not one of the 'out-sized' cocks, it was a very
thick one.  In fact, in thickness he was the thickest cock of the four
India had played with until then.  She claims (and I also confirm) that
only a handful of her 36 lovers so far match Martin's thickness.  It was
smooth and very fleshy, with no veins marring its beauty.  It had one very
prominent vein running on the underside.

   The shaft thickness was the same from the root to the head, and there
was no 'helmet'.  From the base of the 'head', the cock narrowed
dramatically to the pointed tip, giving it a 'bullet' like effect.  It was
straight as an arrow, with a slight upward curve.  Martin had
proportionately large fleshy balls.

   We noticed over the next couple of days that his balls were very 'full
and spongy' to the touch.  In our experiences we have not come across
anyone with bigger balls.  As I have told you, balls turn India on as much
as a large cock.  On closer examination later on, we noticed that when soft
or semi-erect, Martin's cock was not a circular tube, it was wide and flat.


   Martin had a slim body, but he was lean and muscled.  His chest had very
sparse brown hair, and his stomach, arms and legs were practically
hairless. Even his pubic hair was sparse, and was a wispy brown in color,
and there was no hair growing on the root of his cock, and very little on
his balls.

   Martin finished doing India's body.  He went to freshen up our drinks,
and India turned to face me, still lying on her towel.  I too lay on my
side, not more than a foot away from her.

   I said, "OK Ani, now it's your turn to look after us guys."

   She replied, "OK, who's going to be first?"

   I said, "Why don't you start with Martin?"

   She turned to Martin, who was standing near our shoulders, handing me a
can of beer.  She said to him, "Come Martin.  Lie down."

   I don't know why everyone lies face down for a massage.  Maybe it is
modesty.  Maybe they want to reserve the best for the last!!  Martin lay on
his stomach and India knelt beside him and started to rub sunscreen oil on
his shoulders.  She moved down and gave him a very loving massage,
exploring his entire backside.  When she finished his back, she gave
Martin's bum a slap, saying, "OK, turn over." Martin turned over.

   Unfortunately, Martin had lain away from me, and as India was between
Martin and me my view was obstructed.  So I got up under the pretext of
picking up my cigarettes, and went and lay on the other side so that I
could see my wife's front and get an unobstructed view of what she was
doing to Martin.  Martin had a full-fledged erection, and his heavy cock
was lying on his stomach.

   India, who was near his foot, commented, "Look, at both you guys.  You
men can't control yourselves.  You both have erections."

   Martin had an embarrassed look on his face, and India and Martin
exchanged a look which made India blush, and she too fell quiet.  There was
a lot of sexual tension in the air as my wife started massaging his legs,
and reached his thighs.

   I was rock-hard, seeing my wife lovingly massaging another man's nude
body.  While she massaged Martin's inner thighs, her hand 'accidentally'
touched his balls and his cock sometimes.  When she finished his thighs,
she moved to Martin's pubic region.

   India took a fresh supply of oil and poured it into her palm.  Then she
slipped her slick palms under Martin's erect cock, and massed his pubic
area.  Just when I thought she would avoid his cock, her right hand cupped
his balls, and she 'lifted' Martin's cock with her left hand and started to
stroke it.  She made a fist and stroked it quite vigorously in a 'jerking'
motion.  She soon brought her other hand into the action, and with both
hands she started to 'milk' Martin's cock.  She did that a few times, and I
noticed that Martin's body had tensed, and there was a subtle movement of
his hips.

   I told my wife (in our language), "If you continue, he will cum." She
then went easy, and while giving one or two loving squeezes, she remarked
to me (in our language), "I like his cock very much.  See, how fat it is!"

   I said, "I'm sure you want to suck it."

   And she responded, "Of course I do.  But later."

   Martin apologized for his condition and said, "India, I'm sorry about
this.  I usually have more control, but you are a very sexy woman."

   With that she reluctantly left his cock area, and moved to do Martin's
stomach and chest.  As she reached his shoulder, Martin reached out and
touched India's breast.  He looked at me for approval (or disapproval) and
as I did not disapprove, he started to squeeze it and trace it's contours,
cupping it and weighing it.  Then his hand explored her flat belly and her
hips and thighs.  This was too erotic a sight for me.

   Martin put his arm around my wife's waist and pulled her toward him. 
India was taken unaware, and she 'fell' against his chest.  His other hand
was quickly on her head, pressing her mouth to his as he kissed her.  At
first she did not respond, but after a while she started to kiss him back.
India's arms were pinned between her breasts and Martin's chest, and as his
hand released her head, she freed her arms and put one arm around Martin's
neck, and with the other she caressed his face and hair.

   She then lay on his body, and they were in a very long kiss,
sliding/grinding their oil-slickened bodies against each other.  Her right
thigh was massaging Martin's cock.  Meanwhile, Martin was exploring and
caressing her bum, and her waist, and back.

   Eventually, India slid down from Martin's body and they lay sideways,
still kissing and holding each other.  Martin's hands were on her bum, and
India had managed to squeeze her hand between their bodies to stroke
Martin's cock.

   I kept away, just looking.  I had 'interfered' a lot during our first
couple of times in Amsterdam, so I had decided that until she was
'comfortable', we would not force a 'threesome' per se.  I would just be
there to 'help her emotionally', and let nature take its own course.  I
would join in to make a 'threesome' in the real sense of the word, when she
was 'ready', after her 'first fuck.'

   A few minutes later India and Martin broke their kiss.  India turned to
lie on her back; she turned to me and said, "Lets go to the hotel.  It's
hot and muggy here."

   I asked her (in our language), "Don't you want to fuck him?"

   She replied in our language, "Not here.  We don't even have condoms with
us here.  It will be cozier in the room.  Lets go." She reverted to English
and told Martin, "Come.  Let's go back to the hotel."

   India got up and just slipped on her beach dress, not bothering to wear
her swim suit.  Martin and I slipped on our suits.  We gathered our stuff,
and we walked back to the hotel.  The anticipation that in a few minutes my
wife was going to get fucked by this guy with us, prevented my erection
from going down.  I noticed that Martin's erection was also making a tent
in his trunks.

   When we reached the hotel, we took turns standing under the shower near
the swimming pool, and then toweled of.  My wife pointed to our erections,
saying, "You guys better do something about those.  The hotel staff will be
suspicious." Martin and I carried the beach towels in front of us, to hide
our erections.  In the lift, there was awkwardness and sexual tension, and
no one said a word.

   On reaching our suite, I locked the door and took India in my arms.  We
kissed.  There was a certain urgency in her physical reactions.  She was
aroused.  I whispered to her to take her dress off.  She did not hesitate
to pull her dress off over her head.  She stood naked, as she was not
wearing her swimsuit under it.

   I took my trunks off, and my erect cock jumped free.  I signaled to
Martin to do the same.  As he got naked, my wife reached out and held his
cock in her hand.  With her other hand she took mine.  That was a very
erotic sight, to see her with a cock in each hand.  Martin stepped close to
India and took her delectable naked body in his arms, and held her.  She
put one arm around Martin's back, and she still stroked my cock with her
other hand.

   When she disengaged from Martin's embrace, I took her by her arm and we
walked to the bedroom.  We got onto the bed, holding each other.  Martin
came and sat on the edge of the bed, unsure what to do.

   While I held my wife, we whispered to each other.  I asked her, one last
time (in our language), "Are you sure you want to fuck him?" She whispered,
"Yes, I'm positive.  Are YOU sure?  Do you want me to go ahead?" I said,
"Yes!" I spoke to Martin, and asked him to join us.

   Martin came and lay behind India, pressing his body against her.  I gave
my wife a couple of pecks on her lips, and she turned to face Martin.  He
took her in his arms.  I moved back a bit, as I did not want to
'interfere', as I had done in the swing club.  I just wanted my wife to do
what she wanted, at her pace.

   Martin was exploring her body with his free hand, and India was grinding
herself against him.  They were both in a frenzy.  I got up and went to the
dressing table and picked up the packet of condoms.  I came back, placed it
on the bedside table, and lay down again, just keeping my hand on my wife's
body.  Very shortly India turned on her back, and whispered to Martin,
"Come put it in.  Fuck me!"

   Believe me Joan, those were the most sex-charged words I had ever heard
in my life until then.  Those words sent a flash of electricity through my
spine and onto my cock and balls.  Even now, whenever India says those
words to another man, it has a terrific effect on me.

   Martin got onto on his knees, and I handed him the packet of condoms. 
Imagine the erotic impact of this action.  There I was, India's husband,
handing condoms to another guy, so that he could put it on and fuck my
wife.

   Martin took a condom and unrolled it onto his cock as India lay watching
him, waiting for him with her legs slightly apart.  After Martin put the
condom on, he moved between her legs and spread them wider with his hands,
and positioned himself.  I had forgotten that I wanted to guide him into
her.  Just as my wife took his cock in her hand to guide him in, I
remembered, and I reached out and held Martin's cock and said, "I want to
guide you in."

   I placed his cock between the lips of my wife's cunt, and Martin pushed
forward.  My eyes were simultaneously on India's entire body, taking the
scene in, memorizing every detail.  He went in a bit, and then he pulled
out.  When he thrust again, I again guided his cock, and this time he went
in half way.  I took my hand away, and when Martin pushed the third time,
he disappeared all the way inside my wife's body.

   India winced when he went in all the way, and let out a long
"Hisssssss," followed by a long "Ahhhh." Her eyes were shut.  Martin
lowered his body onto her, and put his arms around her.  India's arms went
around Martin's neck, and she wrapped her legs around Martin's bum.  Then
Martin started to fuck my wife with long slow strokes.

   After the first few strokes, India picked up the rhythm and moved
against Martin's thrusts.  I really did not concentrate on his cock going
in and out of my wife's cunt, as my eyes were on her face.  My wife is a
beautiful woman, but as Martin was fucking her, she looked more beautiful
than she ever had.  I can't describe the expression on her face as she
fucked Martin with her eyes closed.

   I lay next to Martin and my wife, my cock tip touching my wife's body,
and I stroked her hair and her forehead.  They could not have fucked for
more than a minute, when India's face contorted and her body movements
became jerky, and she whispered to Martin, "Don't stop now.  Fuck hard. 
I'm Cumming."

   My India went wild after that.  She bucked her hips like never before,
her breathing was ragged, and she took her hands from around Martin's neck,
and covered her face (which was contorted).  Her body arched, and she had
her first orgasm while being fucked by another man.

   Martin did not know what to do, as I held her tight, whispering, "I love
you" to India.  Martin also kissed her on her lips, a few tender pecks, and
asked her, "Do you want me to stop?"

   India recovers quite quickly after an orgasm, except that her clit is
sensitive for a while.  India opened her eyes, looked at me, smiled, and
kissed me on my lips, saying, "I love you." Then she put her arms around
Martin's neck, kissed him on his lips and said, "That was nice Martin.  I
enjoyed it.  I want you to cum too."

   India was more composed and relaxed, now that she had gotten her
release. I held her in my arms as she put her arms around Martin once
again, and he resumed fucking her.  She gradually responded and moved to
his rhythm.

   In another couple of minutes of fucking, Martin's body was speeding up,
and he was panting.  His thrusts were faster, and I felt India too was
within reach of her second orgasm.  She whispered, "Martin, do it harder,
I'm going to come again." That set off Martin's orgasm, and he came with a
loud grunt, smothering my wife's face with kisses.

   India was near, but she had not yet reached her orgasm, so I put my hand
between their bodies and lightly massaged my wife's clit.  That, coupled
with Martin's last few thrusts, set off India's second orgasm.  That one
was a very long, as her stomach muscles went into spasms, and she again
covered her face and arched her back, making guttural sounds and 'hissing"
and "sighing".

   Martin lay on her for a while, and I took my hand away from India's clit
and held her in my arms.  At that time Martin also had his hands entwined
around her.  Don't ask me how we managed it, but it was a nice sight to see
that the two men to whom she had given pleasure, and from whom she had
received pleasure, were simultaneously cuddling her.

   Martin dismounted from my wife's body, and we saw the condom hanging
limply from his then soft cock.  The tip of the condom was full of Martin's
semen, quite full!  Martin stood up and went to the bathroom to dispose of
the condom, and to wash up.

   India turned to me and asked, "Want to fuck?" I said, "Yes!" and I
mounted my wife.  She guided me inside her.  She was so wet with her own
secretions, after being fucked by Martin, that I went inside on the first
push.

   As I pushed in, it hit me that I was in my wife's cunt, where another
man's cock had been, for the first time, a few moments before.  I stopped
thrusting, as I would have cum immediately.  I knew Martin would be back
soon, but I needed to talk to her privately about what had happened.

   I asked her, "So, my darling actually got fucked by another man!  Did
you like it?"

   India replied, "Yes.  I enjoyed it VERY much.  I like Martin.  Raj, his
cock is so fat.  I think I want to do it more with him."

   I told her, "We have until Sunday.  You can fuck your brains out."

   She asked me, "Are you OK?  Did you also enjoy it?"

   I replied, "You looked absolutely ravishing.  It was a more erotic sight
than I thought it would be.  I love you more than ever honey."

   India asked me, "Were you jealous?"

   I told her frankly, "Yes I was a bit jealous.  I was a bit sad that
another man had entered your cunt.  The place you had reserved for me, for
all 39 years of your life."

   She saw Martin come out of the bathroom and whispered, "We'll talk
later."

   I resumed fucking my wife as Martin came and lay next to her, caressing
her breasts.  The sight of this man, who had just fucked my beautiful wife,
caressing her tits, sent me over the edge.  I came inside her.

   After I recovered, I got up and lay next to India, with Martin lying on
the other side.  I asked Martin to light a cigarette for me, and India
asked him for one too.  Martin reached out, lit our cigs and lit one for
himself.  We just lay there, smoking quietly.  Both Martin and I were
caressing her breasts and stomach in a non-sexual manner, as she lay on her
back, her ankles crossed.  She looked absolutely beautiful!

   India suggested, "Let's wash up," and she and I went to the bathroom to
shower.  She looked so sexy as she walked nude.  First she brushed her
teeth (as we had the taste of hash, beer etc), and then I brushed.  I
joined her under the shower as she finished shampooing her hair to get rid
of the sunscreen oil, seawater, and a bit of sand.  We fooled around a bit
while soaping each other.  As she soaped my dick, I started to get an
erection.  India pointed to my dick saying, "Ah ha.  I'm hungry.  So tell
your dick to behave itself."

   We toweled off, and India wrapped the towel around her hair.  We both
walked out nude.  India went to the closet and took a fresh beach dress and
put it on.  Then she took the hair dryer to dry her hair.  I stayed naked,
and so did Martin.  He had tidied the bed, and was by then sitting in the
chair.  Martin and I went to the sitting room and left my wife to finish
her hair.  I asked India what she wanted to eat, and I placed our lunch
order with room service.

   Here, I'd like to explain something to the readers.  We like 'hot
sweaty' sex as much as anyone, but we like to start with freshly bathed
bodies, and we also like to clean up afterward too.  I mean, we like to
shower as well as to brush our teeth and mouths, or use a mouthwash, as we
are smokers.  Showering together also acts as a tremendous foreplay for the
next round.  We also don't believe in 'messy' activities like anal or even
shoving 'fingers in ass' etc.  You may call this a fetish, but that is our
practice, even between us.

   Martin and I (still sitting naked) each grabbed a beer.  I was surprised
that there was no awkwardness between he and me, considering that he had
just fucked my wife in my presence.  He was a thorough gentleman, and a
courteous man too.

   He asked me questions about whether we had done this earlier.  I
explained that he was the first man to ever actually fuck India, besides
me. I told him about our earlier 'swap' and 'threesome', and told him that
both were non-penetrative encounters.  I also told him about Lee, the
masseur in Bangkok.

   He told me what a lucky man I was to have such a beautiful wife, and
that he felt privileged that we selected him to be the first to have made
love to her.  He wondered if she had a nice time, and I told him that she
had told me that she had enjoyed herself, and that she wanted more.  He
smiles and said that he was always ready.

   India joined us.  By then she was quite comfortable with Martin.  In
fact, over the next couple of days she was very chirpy.  She commented,
"You guys are sex maniacs.  Martin...  look your thing is standing again,"
making Martin blush.

   He handed her a Pepsi and replied, "It's you India.  You are having this
effect on me." He sat and we continued to talk lightheartedly.  She
commented, "Martin...  I like your thing.  It's nice.  It's so fat.  It
really stretched me."

   Just then our lunch arrived.  India opened the door as Martin and I ran
in to dress.  I gave Martin a pair of my shorts.  I wore the hotel
bathrobe, and we came back.  The waiter must have guessed what we had been
doing, as he saw me in the bathrobe and Martin bare-chested and only in
shorts.  But who cared.  We were strangers in the hotel.  India blushed,
saying, "You guys could ruin a lady's reputation.  Look at you guys.  It is
very obvious that we have been naughty."

   After lunch, when I was putting the trolley out in the hall and India
was cleaning up, I took her aside and asked her if she fancied another
round, or should I ask Martin to leave.  She told me that she would like
another bout, but she would like to sleep after that as the 'joints' and
'drinks' were making her sleepy.  As we lit our cigarettes, I asked Martin
if he would like to join us in bed.  He accepted, and I informed him that
India wanted to sleep for a couple of hours afterward.

   After India tidied up, she came and sat on the arm of my sofa, giving me
a hug and a light kiss.  She asked me, "So what do you guys want do?  Want
to screw, or can I go to sleep?" I said, "We want to screw!"

   India led the way to the bedroom.  Near the bed she took her dress off.
Then she lay in the middle of the bed.  Both Martin and I also got naked,
and we climbed in with her.  She turned to Martin.  They embraced and
kissed.  I just pressed my body against her back and held her, kissing her
neck.  I was tempted to involve myself actively in their sex, but I decided
to let Martin and India have this session to themselves.  There would be
enough time that evening and the next couple of days for real "threesomes".

   They were exploring each other's bodies (with my wife concentrating on
Martin's cock), their legs entwined and bodies grinding/humping against
each other's.  Soon India could not resist her love for cocks.  She
whispered to Martin, "Shall I suck you?" This was more a statement than a
question, and she sat up and started to fondle his erect cock.  She
examined it visually before she bent down and licked and kissed it,
tentatively.

   She then moved and lay between Martin's legs.  She put her mouth on his
cock.  For the next few minutes (I don't know for how long), she made love
to Martin's cock and his balls with an enthusiasm that a child might show
for a new toy.  She actually made me jealous.  She also teased Martin, by
sucking the head of his cock for a while, and when Martin started to groan
and fuck her mouth, she would take her mouth away and ask him, "Like it?" I
must admit that Martin had an extremely thick cock.  It was beautiful.

   She told Martin, "Come fuck me now," and she came up and lay flat on her
back next to me.  Martin got up and put on a condom.  As he was about to
enter her, India told me to hold her.  I held her, her upper body half
turned toward me, as her lower body was flat for Martin to fuck.

   I could make out the exact moment Martin penetrated her cunt.  She
stiffened and started to push along with Martin's thrusts.  She was
breathing heavily and groaning and returning each of Martin's strokes. 
Gradually their tempo changed.  Her breathing pattern changed and she held
me tighter, saying, "Harder Martin, I'm going to cum." I heard Martin groan
too.  He said, "I was waiting for you.  I'm nearly there."

   India let out a long "Ahhhh", and Martin grunted with his last few
strokes of savage fury, and they both came together.  She whispered to me,
"I can feel his prick throbbing inside me."

   India disengaged from my embrace, turned on her back, put her arms
around Martin's neck, and kissed him on his lips saying, "That was nice
Martin, I enjoyed it.  Was it good for you too?" Martin replied that it was
fantastic for him.  He then got up and went to the bathroom to get rid of
the cum-filled condom.

   When he came back, he was wearing my shorts and his T-shirt.  He came to
the bed and kissed my wife goodbye.  As he was leaving we made plans to
meet by the swimming pool around 6 pm that evening.  We decided that after
a swim, we would go out to dinner together.

   I got up and went to the door to see him out.  We shook hands and he
said, "Raj, thanks for your trust, I'll never forget this." Then he looked
at my cock, which was still erect, smiled and said "You better go and get
rid of that." We just sort of grinned at each other as he closed the door
behind himself.

   I went back and I made a dive for my wife's legs.  This was the first
moment of privacy we had since her 'monogamous cherry' had been popped
hours before.  I lay between her legs and examined her pussy.  I expected a
gaping hole, like I'd read in some stories.  I did not find that.  Yes, her
cunt lips were slightly 'open', and her cunt was 'reddish' in colour.

   It had that `just fucked' look, but there was no hole, even though
Martin had a very thick cock.  As he had used a condom, there was no cum
either.  This is something, I decided, we must rectify, as I wanted to lick
cum from India's pussy, and I also wanted to put my cock inside her
cum-filled, slick cunt.

   I kissed her cunt lips and ran my tongue all over, making love to the
cunt where Martin's cock had been minutes before.  India jerked when my
tongue ran around her cunt lips and when my tongue touched her clit.  She
positively jumped and let out her usual, "Ahhhh, Raj that feels nice!" I
concentrated on her clit and licked it, and she humped her hips and she had
a big orgasm very quickly.  I then lay next to her and held her.

   I asked her, "How do you feel?  You have just been well-fucked by
another guy."

   She said, "You want the truth?"

   I said, "Yes of course."

   She replied, "I loved it.  There was something naughty to it.  I don't
feel guilty, since you were present.  Raj it was different, and the
sensations I got from his body were somehow more intense.  His cock felt
different from yours.  He filled me up.  Raj he is big.  I think I want to
fuck more men.  That is if you don't mind."

   I slipped my cock into her cunt, as we lay sideways, facing each other.
We moved lazily.  I told her that I did not mind, and she said, "I like big
cocks, and I want to have only men with big cocks."

   I told her that she could accompany me on these short business trips
more often, as now I knew it would be a piece of cake to seduce a business
traveler, who she found attractive, in one of the large hotels.  But,
finding a big cock would be a different story.  We would know his size only
after we were in bed with him.  For that, I explained, we would have to
contact men on the net or meet them at swing clubs, and see for ourselves
(when the were naked) before we said "yes" to them.

   She asked me to look for couples on the net, people we could meet in
Europe while on vacations.  She was concerned about 'partners' for me.  I
assured her that we would look for other couples.  When I wanted a woman,
we would find a couple.  But for the time being, I was happy to screw her
along with another man.

   I climbed on top and started to fuck her faster as I really wanted to
ejaculate.  We fucked at a steady pace...  and I came.  After a bit of
cuddling and kissing, I dismounted my wife and lay next to her.  We were
both fast asleep in an instant.

   I got up before India did, and I had my coffee in the living room.  I
had some sadness and remorse at my wife 'opening her body' to let another
man fuck her.  She had 'saved' this body for me (her husband), all her
life. The same body that she did not even let me, her husband-to-be,
penetrate before we fixed the wedding date.

   When India got up, I told her I was sad.  She did not look at it that
way.  She explained that she considered fucking Martin as part of "our sex
life." She, however, said that if it were not my 'need' to do so, she would
not ever have had an affair, nor would she have let another man fuck her.
She said she did so because she felt secure and trusted me.

   We showered and went to the poolside and met Martin.  There was no
awkwardness between Martin and my wife, or between Martin and me.  India
was her 'chirpy' self.  We were like social friends.  We swam and had tea
and then planned our evening.  We all went to change and met in the lobby
to go out for an evening of wining and dining.

   We did the usual bar hopping, and after a couple of drinks India asked
Martin for a joint, suggesting that we take a 'few drags each'.  We all
stepped out in the open air to light a joint and have a couple of drags. 
This was to avoid the offensive smell that would otherwise be noticeable in
the bar.

   Then after dinner we went dancing at a nightclub.  India and Martin
danced close and indulged in a bit of necking and cuddling on the dance
floor.  I could see that she was getting turned-on.  When Martin went to
the toilet, she told me that Martin had told her on that dance floor, that
he really enjoyed himself that afternoon and that he hoped that she had a
nice time.

   I asked India quietly if we should ask Martin to come along to our room.
She said "yes," so we three promptly went to our suite.  We lit another
joint, and passed it around while we guys had a beer and India had a Pepsi.


   I suggested it was time for some 'fun', and we retired to our bedroom.
As Martin and I undressed, India excused herself to the bathroom, "to
freshen up." She came back naked, as Martin and I lay in bed awaiting her,
with semi-hard-ons.

   She climbed onto the bed from Martin's side, and Martin pulled her
against him.  They cuddled a bit.  Then she lay between us with our bodies
pressing against her.  When she faced me, Martin's hands would caress and
squeeze her breasts.  And, when she faced Martin, I would put my hands on
her tits and on her cunt.

   While doing that, I brushed against Martin's cock and I held it,
stroking it.  Though we had earlier decided that it did not bother him,
this was the first time I had actually stroked it.  As India had observed,
it was really thick.  India got up to suck Martin, and I held the cock for
her.

   After a while, she wanted me to suck his cock, and I lay on my back as
India sat on my face.  Martin knelt besides me, feeding his cock toward my
mouth.  I actually alternated between licking India's cunt and sucking
Martin's cock.  While I was doing that, Martin reached with his hand and
stroked my cock.  That was just great.

   After some time, India wanted to be eaten by Martin.  As Martin lay
between her legs licking her cunt, he stroked my cock as I lay next to her.
While Martin licked India's cunt, she had her first of many orgasms that
night.  After that, I went down on India, as I wanted to 'nurse' her back.
So I lay between Martin and India, sucking her cunt and occasionally
sucking Martin's cock.

   Soon things got serious, and India wanted to be fucked.  She said,
"Someone, fuck me!" Martin and I looked at each other and he signaled to
me. So as he put on his condom, I fucked India.  I dismounted when Martin
was ready, and he took over.

   While he was fucking India, she sucked my cock.  Again after some time,
I changed places and fucked her, while she played with and sucked Martin's
cock, without the condom.  She had complained, that the condom left an
odour.

   We went on that way for a long time, and India had a couple of
tremendous orgasms.  Then when I had nursed India back again, and I was
fucking her, and she was gently sucking Martin, she asked him, "Shall I
give you a full blowjob?  I feel like it." Martin agreed, and she started
to give him her famous blow-cum-hand job.

   This had Martin fucking her mouth, and the sight was too much for me.  I
ejaculated while fucking her.  Martin was groaning.  I too took his balls
and began to caress them.  This combined effort of India's mouth, her hand
on his cock and mine on his balls was too much for Martin.  He shot all
over India's face, hands and neck.

   We went to shower and clean up.  We played around under the shower.  It
was just natural that she was in Martin's arms more than in my arms, and
that she was touching Martin's cock more than mine.

   We came back to the bedroom, and as India was feeling tired, we said
goodnight and thanks to Martin.  Then we both saw him out.  Back in our
bed, India and I had a nice slow sideways fuck, recalling what we had done.
We climaxed together when I climbed on her and gave her a hard fuck.  It
was really a memorable day.  We slept like logs.
SATURDAY:
On getting up, we realized that it was raining.  While we had breakfast
with Martin, he commented that he had packed for the beach, but that it
would now be a waste.  My wife insisted that she would like to go, as she
loves rain.  She said that because of the rain, the beach would be "more
private," and that it would be "sexy" to be nude outdoors and to screw on

the beach.

   So we relented and took Martin back to our room, to repack the stuff we
would take with us.  We smoked a joint and just packed a couple of towels
and our cigarettes in a plastic tote.  We guys even left our T-shirts,
going just in our trunks, but India wore her beach dress, which she said
she would remove in the locker room near the swimming pool, as she felt odd
walking through the lobby in her swimsuit.

   We reached the giant mushroom-shaped, palm-thatched umbrella, under
which we had sat the previous day.  It did not afford much shelter.  We all
undressed.  Of course seeing my wife naked in Martin's presence, and in
broad daylight, made me erect again.  Martin was erect for other reasons.

   As the sea was rough, we only waded into knee-deep water.  It was great
fun, all of us standing there in the nude, kicking around in the water.  We
were alone, because of the rain.  No one else was on the beach.  In any
case visibility was poor.  We indulged in a lot of sex play.

   India was so full of fun, frolicking about and running naked and
splashing around in the rain, which by then was quite heavy.  She held
Martin's cock and mine, in each hand, and we both held her between us. 
Then we came back to 'our umbrella' and she sat on the bench, and sucked
Martin and me, alternating between our cocks.

   Then she wanted to be screwed, and asked Martin, "Did you remember to
bring a condom?" Martin fished one from the tote bag, and fucked her as she
lay on the sand.  She was having a ball.

   I think she was extra aroused, being outdoors.  I think this was one of
the hottest fucks I have seen my wife have.  It was short and rough.  Even
Martin seemed to be very aroused.  She screamed a lot and kept saying, "I
love this.  It's fun in the rain." I just sat next to India and she held my
cock, and I kept caressing her breast.

   Martin started to cum, but India was not yet there, so when Martin had
come and he dismounted my wife, I immediately entered her.  I was also
terribly aroused having seen Martin fuck my wife outdoors in bright
daylight.  I fucked her hard and she fucked back like she was a bitch on
heat.

   Just when I thought, I would cum; India's orgasm hit her.  She tensed
and came, covering her face with her hands and screaming a loud, "Ahhhhh".
I also came while she was having her orgasm.

   We went back into the sea to wash up.  It was hilarious when Martin
threw the condom he had been wearing.  The current kept bringing it back.
We went back to our room, changed, and went out barhopping before lunch.

   After lunch, we again went back to our room and fucked.  This time it
was a hot threesome, in the proper sense of the word.

   We tried different positions for foreplay.  We made a sort of a chain,
and when Martin licked India's pussy, I sucked his cock and India sucked my
cock.  Then we changed positions and I sucked India, Martin sucked me and
India sucked Martin's cock.  This position was more popular with India (as
I have told you of her love for cocks - especially a new one that was as
fat as Martin's).  Afterward both Martin and I again took turns fucking
India until we had all cum.  Martin left us and we rested until the
evening.

   That evening after a swim, we again went out wining and dining, and had
a great time.  Once again we got back to our room and fucked India.  Before
we got down to fucking, we indulged in our newly-learned three-way
foreplay, which was totally uninhibited.  This time we lay her sideways and
I fucked her.  Then she turned around to face Martin, and he fucked her
lazily.  Only when we were nearing our orgasm, did we mount her.
SUNDAY:
We were to leave on Monday morning on the same flight as Martin.  This
was our last day there.  The day was clear, and we went to the beach.  We
had a great time frolicking about.  That day the beach was too crowded for

sex or nudity.  There was a fair number of local families.

   The only naughty fun we could have was when we lay under the 'mushroom
umbrella' and were out of view of the passersby.  There we (or rather India
and Martin) indulged in a bit of nudity and fondling, as I kept watch. 
India sucked Martin to orgasm out there.  Then we went back to our room and
had a nice prolonged fuck before lunch.  We called it an afternoon, and
rested.  We were sad, that it was to be our last evening with Martin.

   In the evening, it was the usual wining, dining, dancing and then back
to our room for more sex.  This time we went on until very late at night.
After the first round of fucking in the bedroom, we went to the living room
for some more drinks and some 'joints'.  India also sat naked with us.

   We were all quite 'high' on drinks and hash and were very uninhibited.
India took turns close dancing while nude, with both of us.  This nude
dancing, led to more sex.  I wanted her to have a 'private' fuck with
Martin before we called it a night.  I thought that she would lose all
inhibitions if she did it when I was not present.

   I explained that she would be 'safe' as I would be waiting for her in
the bedroom with the door open, and she and Martin could fuck in the living
room.  India declined, saying that she would try that some other time.  So
Martin and I both fucked her again, this time in the living room of our
suite.

   The next morning we took the flight back to Bangkok.  We said our
good-byes to Martin there at the airport.  It had been a lovely time.  We
both agree that it could not have happened with a better person than
Martin. He has since visited our hometown twice since that weekend.



   India and I would like to make a recommendation to all couples who are
toying with the idea of a threesome.  Actively pursue a threesome while on
a vacation trip.  We have had threesome fun a few times on our "business
cum pleasure trips," and we have had a good success rate, in being able to
pick up men on our working vacations.

   We usually stay at large up-Martinet hotels, so we usually meet people
who are of the same socio-economic level.  India is not shy anymore, and
she and I don't have to rely on 'joints' to approach people.  This does not
mean that she is shameless either.

   Though India does not actively scout around, she is game for new men. 
On a couple of occasions, when I have been busy during the day, she has
been out shopping, or has had lunch with a guy who she (with me present)
screwed the previous night.

   Yes, some of the guys have flirted with her, but most of them have been
shy and did not even mention the previous night.  A couple of these guys
she had lunch with wanted to fuck her alone, but so far, in each case she
has said "No."

   In fact, these "extra" men have been like `sex aids' to us.  When they
thank me (or both of us), I thank them back for the pleasure they have
given to both of us.  I frankly tell them that we are in fact using them as
vibrators - flesh and blood vibrators.

   Our attitude is that any pleasure they may have derived from my wife's
body, while fucking her, is purely 'incidental'.  The main thing that
counts is that we as a couple got pleasure from them.

   You have just read Part E.  The entire story, Story #3-050, Parts A-H
are available free at:
hhp://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Joans_True_3-some_Stories.