Dara Visits a Resort

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Chapter 13

Choices

Friday afternoon when Sung and I had sex, it was especially hot for us, even compared to what we had done earlier in the week. We started in the shower where I was all over him, I was so turned on by everything sexy that had happened. I insisted on eating his ass with relish. I was delighted when he returned the favor. Then once we got in bed I once again worked on giving him oral sex. I took him deeper than before, then moved him to my pussy. For the first time I then took his cock from by pussy to again enter my mouth where I tried to swallow him. It was a seamless move that amazed him and I loved to feel him react so strongly. He had to struggle to retain his climax. I was half-determined to finish him in my mouth but he insisted on turning me over and finished with a rear entry to my pussy instead. He had to kiss my crotch before he put it in again. Then it was amazing because we both got off so hard!

While I was on my stomach he gave these real loving kisses to my pussy and ass. It was not like rimming or anything, just soft, appreciative kisses for being such a wonderful wife. He said he knew I did not love him yet - how could I after only a few weeks? But he was far more pleased with me than he imagined any husband would be.

I knew what he meant, and I said exactly what he most wanted to hear. "I love sexing with you too, much more than I thought I would... more than I dreamed I could." We both laughed and fell into a nap with his head on my butt like I was a pillow.

I did think about it a little. I realized that most of all, I was being well treated, and felt good because of that. But also all the sex I had been exposed to was making me more willing - which is another way to say it was breaking down barriers. So far I had not crossed a line of required behavior for a good muslim wife, but I was a lot closer to that line, as I perceived it, than I ever expected to be. Would I cross the line? It had been a few weeks and I had 5 years so it was a daunting thought. Also, I wondered what would happen after the marriage ended. Would I be so corrupted that I would do bad things to get another man? I hoped not, that was not how I was raised. But them, I was not really raised to be a temporary wife either; I was told I would take comfort in my children.

But I had to think of my mother also; I shared her genes.

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A half hour later we were still in bed when he asked a question which again made me think again of the lines of behavior. "Do you know what a 'happy ending' is to a massage?"

"Yes, I do. I did not think married people experienced such things."

"Well, this might be hypothetical. Assume I booked us for a couples massage where the two of us would be massaged together, side-by-side, by a man and a woman. Which would you want for yourself - knowing the other would be for me. We would be naked for the massage and they would be attractive people who wore only shorts, and were by nature bi-sexual. Would you want the man or the woman?"

The idea of an attractive man putting his hands on me was a nice fantasy when I was single, but no longer. "I would want the woman. When I was single I would have wanted the man, but now that I am married having the man would bother me then and in the future."

"Okay, I get that," he said. "Now let us make it a little more 'Lady or the Tiger.' Let us say that one of us, and only one of us, will get a 'happy ending' to end the massage. Assume that I was okay with your choice. Switching the massagers is possible. Would you prefer to get the happy ending? Or would you prefer to see me get it? You must choose one or the other - don't bother to protest, just pick one."

"That is a pickle," I said, using a phrase from a movie. I was picking up the culture!

I thought a moment, then said, "Since you presumably set up the massage, I would want the woman to give me the 'happy ending' on the assumption that it was a gift from you and that you would enjoy the show. The man doing me seems distasteful, and you are not like Rafe. If you wanted either, you would arrange it without my knowledge or make it your choice. So I choose the woman for me."

I saw he was pleased and surprised, I guess that was a good thing and that I had shown him something he liked.

He started for the shower again (we had worked up a sweat after our first shower) and then, almost as an afterthought, mentioned, "by the way, we have a 'couples massage' booked for tomorrow before lunch. One or two 'happy endings' is an option, you can decide tomorrow. Think about it until then."

There was nothing to think of; if it was an option rather than a requirement as his hypothetical had been, then my choice was "no happy ending." I was quite pleased to pleasure my man on my own rather than employing the hired help.

Saturday, we went to our couples massage wearing the same outfits we had worn Tuesday night. I must say I was more comfortable being dressed in a way where I was so close to exposing myself.

Once we got there I noticed that the "extras" included pubic hair removal, so I asked for that, and for the man to do me. This surprised Sung, he never would have expected such a request. I asked for it before the massage, and when I wondered aloud if they could do it naked, since I was sure things would be nicer that way. They were glad to comply. It felt very wicked as the man, the naked stranger, used his fingers to stretch my intimate flesh, front and back, for the razor. As for Sung, there is no other way to say it, he popped a hard-on when the woman first touched him. She smiled and said that his reaction made it easier, and would not have worked if the man had done him.

The couple stayed naked for our massage. They knew it was not a sexual massage, but they acted like they just forgot. They were both very good at their work. I had the woman, and she intentionally dragged her tits over me, front and back. I thanked her because it felt so good. I also enjoyed the muscles the man was using on my husband, he was Thai, was not handsome, but he had a very well developed body. He did not seem to mind that he got hard while I watched him. Meanwhile, my husband got soft. Plus, I must admit the massage itself was wonderful, I have never had the like before or since.

When we were dressed and leaving we ran into Pihu and Tammy, who had the next appointment. They begged us not to tell their husbands, this was apparently a gift to themselves because their husbands were busy.

Back in the room we took a quick soapy shower to get rid of the massage oil, then I dragged Sung to bed. I was aware that he would finish very quickly. I took him into my mouth to get him hard, then into my pussy to add a little flavor, then I dismounted. He was very stiff and very close to getting off, my taking the lead with others, and the things I asked them to do, really had him ready to get off, he just needed a trigger. He kept trying to jack himself but I would not let him. "That belongs to me, you will waste the good stuff."

He submitted to my direction so I gave him a hot kiss, one where I led with my tongue extended. In that state I asked him, in a breathless voice of anticipation, if he wanted to clean up "his stuff" as a snowball or a creampie. His eyes got wide as he considered. He knew where the long term benefit was so he said "snowball."

I took him as deep in my mouth as I could stand, then I used suction (I admit, not a lot) and rapid stroked of my tongue on the tip and the frenulum to summon his climax. His body arched as he let go, he fired at the deepest point so far, a little deeper than I expected but I kept control.

I visibly swallowed just a bit, then brought my open mouth, dripping with his cum, to him. He was suddenly out-of-control with passion for me, for my lips and tongue. He had to devour them. We both shared the snowball of his cum in the sloppiest kiss I could imagine. We both ate directly from my mouth, both his tongue and mine seeking the flavor, and when it was diminished I sought to take some back from him.

As the flavor was swallowed we each cleaned each other; we were very dirty with it and we each wanted to be sure we got ever drop. I went back to his cock several times to get the last bit of flavor to share with him. Some had even dripped down his shaft to his ass, so I told him to spread himself as I was a piggy and ate that without sharing.

He moved me to my back then positioned himself over me, took hold of my head, and alternated deep tongue kisses with praise for how fortunate he was to have found me for a wife. He said I was worth far more than any woman he had been with, and he hoped with all his heart that the temptations of the big city did not change me, because he could not stand to be parted from me. He went a step further when he said "Let us not share this, but I swear to you that you will be my wife all the days of my life, and when I die you will be my treasured heir."

With that we hugged, and with our bodies wrapped together we slept.

At supper Tammy and Pihu - still without their husbands who were watching "the most important cricket match in the world" - sought us out and asked to join us. They raved about the mood the massage couple had been in, cheerful, sensual and very giving. The couple had asked if they could stay nude while giving the massage and the girls thought that was a wonderful idea. There were lots of fringe benefits during the session. The couple alternated between them, the girl did both for the front massage while the guy did their backs. Tammy asked for the "happy ending," picking the girl's fingers. She did a masterful job. Pihu watched and wound up handling the guy's member as his hands pleasured and relaxed her, but between them they were just being friendly and reacting to the show.

In all both said it was the best massage they had ever had.

At supper they asked how we found it. I said - and I am very ashamed that I did - that "it was the best warm up for a married couple that I could imagine. We could not keep our hands, and other things, off each other for the rest of the afternoon."

There were yells of "You Go Girl!" and high fives for me, plus very interesting looks for my husband. At this point our friends had figured out we were honeymooners, and not the sharing type, but they were both interested in both of us if we ever met again under more flexible conditions. Sung blushed at that, I have never seen him turn so red.

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Sunday, our last day at the resort, the alarm went off earlier than usual. It was especially significant for me because tonight I would sleep in another country.

A light breakfast had been pre-ordered, Sung wanted me to get a full day on exercise, sunning and swimming before we had to be out of our room. He said that the program had improved me and looking in a mirror I had to agree. He also looked healthy and fit.

When I sat down for our breakfast I had a question regarding Thursday night. I would not have asked the question of him, except I help so comfortable since he made his "wife forever" speech. I felt good, and closer to him, every time I though of it.

I asked about Tammy and Kawin Thursday night. "Have you ever done such a thing? I mean what Rafe did, send your woman to another man just so she would return to you soiled?"

"Not with my own girl, her infidelity would be cause for breaking up. Recall the part that fidelity playing in my seeking you out, it was a critical factor in contacting you. Still, I think you are asking a general question. As I think of it, in theory I could consider an exception for a reciprocal activity, like a wife swap or such... I can imagine that happening. But not as a matter of course. Rafe is from a different culture, and so it is reasonable to expect different norms of behavior. Being disrespected is actually a counter-reaction to how he was raised. Now, when I did not have a girl, there were parties I attended, in college, where one unattached woman might pleasure several men. That is different. But again, not my woman."

"I hoped you would say something like that."

He hesitated, then said he had to confess something. "You should know... before Tammy and Rafe were a couple, I had a few dates with Tammy. Rafe and I were in school and she was actively looking for a husband with a good career coming. She was fun to take to a movie or a party, and she never failed to satisfy in bed after. But she was not my type of person, we were never exclusive. Once she met Rafe they soon became a couple. Now I am sure you have read about 'Hotwife and Cuckold' couples. Well, as you saw, Tammy and Rafe do that sometimes. It is not a full-time lifestyle for them, but with people they know they sometimes play those games."

Rafe was such a physical presence that the statement surprised me. I also wondered how much my husband had experience with them. He explained how Rafe was reacting against expectations. "He is healthy, he runs and plays tennis, but he does not play the sports found in his home community, the baseball, basketball and football. He is worse than me in all three, and where he is from those sports are such a large part of a man's identity. I guess he feels less like a man. So he tries to be a man from another culture, a 'more civilized' culture, although your clerics might call it something else."

Once Tammy and Rafe were a couple, Sung said that he was with Tammy only twice. Once, when they were living together, he showed up at their door and took Tammy out on an overnight date while Rafe waited at their apartment alone, not knowing when she would return. Tammy had extended an open invitation for Sung to do such a thing with minimal notice. Sung picked a Thursday and took full advantage, sending her back without a chance to clean up, and without underwear. It got Rafe quite worked up for Tammy, on Monday she was walking bow-legged and said she felt like she had been gang-banged. (Yes, that had happened also, at her choice in her past.) She had been naked all weekend and Rafe "reclaimed her body" again and again.

Then came Tammy and Rafe's engagement. To mark the occasion Sung and two other guys enjoyed Tammy while Rafe watched. "We tied Rafe to a chair, then took turns with his future bride, it was sort of his bachelor party. He watched, and on occasion he was called upon to use his mouth to clean her up... or to stiffen one of the guys up. Not me. The event lasted 24 hours. We made sure to regularly cum on her ring engagement ring."

"That seems hard to believe," I said.

"Different strokes for different folks," was his reply. "I was younger and had taken every medicine and herb I knew to enhance my virility. Some of those were also party drugs, giving a heightened state of mind."

I thought for a moment. "Why didn't you tell me you had dated Tammy, before I met her? It would seem that most husbands would confess such thing to their wives. As I recall, one of the movies you assigned for me had that as a theme."

He made the same type of face the twins used to make when they got caught with their hands in the few treats we had around the house. "Well, before I saw them on Tuesday night I was not sure Rafe was still with Tammy, and Tuesday night did not seem like a good time to talk about it. But the next day I should have told you, and I am sorry I did not. I dated Tammy 5 times before she took up with Rafe, and we spent time in bed at the end of each date. Then there were the two times when we cuckolded Rafe. He knows most of that from things I told him, I don't know what Tammy might have mentioned."

I did not like hearing that news, but I was glad he was honest with me.

In his defense, he noted that being married and running into an old girlfriend was something he had never done before, and after due consideration, he was in the wrong. He promised to do better next time.

"Will there be a next time?" I asked.

"If I was a plumber moving to a new city, it would be unlikely. But academia is a smaller world despite the distances, so the likelihood is that we will run into more people who I have seen naked and made happy."

"I imagine they made you happy too," I grumped.

"It is far better than the alternative," he responded.

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Kimono Party

Sunday around noon we left the resort. During the flight to Bangkok, it occurred to me to ask about his school in Hong Kong, in terms of open marriage.

Sung explained that Hong Kong was not like California; affairs were casual and did not mean divorce. "The school has an international faculty, no tenure means no investment in the location, so people come and go. Also there are a lot fewer divorce lawyers in China, so the situation is very different. It is more a case of 'adult experiences' with people you will never see again. Also, there is the privacy thing; we all live in the same building and you never know who will open a door or be on an elevator to see you, so the adult expectation is for no privacy. But people are still people, and the temptation to taste forbidden fruit is still there, so it is almost like high school. Some people play on a 'don't ask, don't tell' basis. For others it tends to be couple oriented, where both play the game - like my parents. Playing tends to be one-shot or short affairs. Singles either play or not, once you start it is a stigma if you don't continue. They know I do not play."

I was starting to develop some skill at reading him. "You are not telling me something," I said.

"Well, there is the Kimono party, which is sort of an institutional meet-and-greet/sex party for the married faculty of the college. It sort of opens the door by throwing people in the deep end. Roughly a third of the faculty are new each year, so the 'meeting part' is a big deal. I have never been to the party because I was not married; attendance is sort of expected, but only for married couples under about 40 or 45, I don't know the details."

"Is there sex between husband and wife during the party?"

"Not exactly. Well actually, to be clear, there is NO sex between husband and wife at the party. All the, well, 'not sex' is with others. It is sort of a toga party, not quite 'Caligula' but not as tame as 'Animal House' in terms of grab ass. Nobody gets drunk because that is bad manners. They end evening with something like the 'key-exchange' wife-swapping parties you have read about."

We had seen both movies at the hotel in Bangkok, and I knew about key-exchange parties, where degenerate men put their car keys in an empty goldfish bowl or hat, and at the end of the party the harlot wives pick a key to select who they spread their legs for. It seemed very unsanitary, you never knew where the key or the keyhole had been.

It seemed that here, all the faculty had apartments in the same building, and they keys were apartment keys.

"Why is it called a 'kimono' party?"

"Twenty years ago it was more a basic dance party, and all the women wore real kimonos to be festive. They can be VERY expensive. But now things have changed, it is a pretty serious sex party. All the dances are slow dances, and the expectation is that nobody dances with their spouse except the first and last dance. All the men have small tokens, and the women have to dance with the men to see the tokens, that is very important. For the party both men and women wear short silk robes, caricatures of a kimono. It is short, with a hem less than 6 inches below the crotch. Also, the sleeves are a more or less elbow-length, and cut very wide both at the cuff and where it joins the body; they are designed so while dancing a man's hand can easily slip into the woman's clothing and make it's way to the chest, where both might enjoy some appreciative contact. Women wear these kimonos with nothing else, or maybe with a G-string, the idea is to encourage hands to explore and pleasure the woman while dancing. Men wear something similar, plus they wear a lower garment that is very loose with a draw-string waist, so hands can explore below the waist but the ugly parts are kept out of sight. I understand that dancing is done in a room where there is less light than the sex room Tuesday night. That promotes friendly contact."