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I have read countless stories about wife sharing, or the derivation of wife sharing, cuckolding, yet few convey sufficient emotional depth to those of us who have experienced it. This is our tale of when our relationship underwent a dynamic change and provided the foundation for the experiences that followed. Reading our previous parts will allow you, our reader, to understand how we arrived at this point.I had endured five long, torturous months of patience testing waiting before my young Thai girlfriend finally let me fuck her. Yet twice in the previous few hours since we had arrived in Krabi, she had ridden me with incredible enthusiasm. My first sexual experience with an oriental girl had proved to be far more exciting than I had imagined. May too, had found her long fantasized about first white cock, to be more thrilling than she had expected. For her, in addition to the contrast in colour and culture that added to my arousal, the forbidden nature of dating me, an older white man compounded her enjoyment. And our holiday was only in its’ first morning.As we sat at breakfast, the beach beyond the restaurant beckoning, I continued to be surprised by May. Her painful shyness, the purity that she espoused from her every action, not least from her traditional culture and the innocence in her pretty face contrasted with the secret sexual appetite that lay hidden beneath. I had expected her to be tentative, I hadn’t expected her to straddle me and ride me with such lustful energy. I could not help but smile to myself and know how shocked my friend would be if he knew.We were in a hurry to get to the beach and back in our bungalow, May had unpacked a swimming costume favoured by traditional Thai girls, that of shorts covered by an outer skirt and wide top. When she casually asked my opinion on whether she needed a new one, no, was the obvious answer, it was cute, it was her and it represented the modesty of her culture. Yet, no was not what I thought and not what I replied. We would have a look at the store in the resort.May was firmly favouring Thai style bikinis; I was encouraging her to wear something more Western, more revealing. I felt a desire to show off my new girlfriend, although I did not know why. Did I want men to look at her body, having worked so damned hard to see her body myself? Was it the tease? Did I enjoy the thought of them looking at what was unobtainable to them, but now available to me? Or did I, in the darkest corner of my mind want more than them to just look? Or was it an act of selflessness, a desire to share the visual treat of my loved one’s body. I did not know the answer then I understood only my desire for her to wear the bikinis that I chose, the pink one and the brown tie up bikini.As reached the beach May was infused with a puerile excitement. It was her first time at the beach without her parents and she was amazed to see so many people lying openly in the sun, wearing so few clothes. Eventually, she summoned the courage to take her shirt and white shorts off and we headed into the warm transparent water. The brown tie up bikini was the sexier ankara travesti of the two, skimpier and the little tie up bows made it look wonderfully fragile, as if a strong gust of wind would pull it off her. Tightly tied, it displayed her slim body nicely, hugging her firm Asian tits and pert ass.As she collected shells I found myself wanting men to look at her body and the stab of jealousy when they did, was surpassed by the thrill of them finding her as sexy as I did. I noticed several men followed her tiny, skimpily clad body with their eyes. Her eyes too, had a furtiveness that I had not seen before. I suddenly realized it was the first time in her life she had seen so many barely clad white males. Her eyes were hopping intriguingly from one to another, hoping none of them would notice.After lunch, we escaped the searing midday humidity in our bungalow and it was then that we met him. Or rather I met him, when I went outside. On the little terrace adjacent to ours sat a tall, well-built man with a wizened face and blonde grey hair. He stood abruptly as I walked out onto the terrace, offering his hand with over friendly zest. Jan, his name was, Dutch, first day in Krabi, fifth day in Thailand, on his own and overawed by the beauty of the country and resort.Jan was not obviously good looking, in his early fifties, yet he looked like he once was. His face was lightly tanned and heavily lined and he looked like he had worked hard to enjoy the luxuries that money can afford. He had clearly kept himself fit and his body, in shorts, looked like it was only just beginning to lose what must have once been a previous perfection. Most striking were his eyes that exuded the aura of confidence, tinged with arrogance, that only serial seducers have and as May emerged in her wet, tie up bikini, those eyes casually feasted on my girlfriend’s sexy little body.‘Well hello!’ He grinned as his eyes flitted past me and over her. ‘And this must be your pretty wife, or girlfriend?’ He asked, as if immediately telling my girlfriend she was pretty was entirely conventional.‘Girlfriend’ I corrected him, as May averted her eyes, her face flushed with the usual embarrassment she felt when Western men spoke to her. ‘Her name’s May,’ I added, in her shy abstinence of a reply.‘So nice to meet you May,’ Jan extended his hand, refusing to accept her shyness as a reason for impoliteness.May momentarily flicked her eyes up to his, smiled and hurried back into our bungalow. His eyes roamed down her back and onto her cute little ass before returning to mine without any trace of wrongdoing.‘How’s the beach?’ He grinned.I felt wrong footed, unsure whether to meet his grin with coldness or politeness, unsure of my own emotions, unsure whether it was not just my imagination that he had just signalled to me that he found my girlfriend sexually attractive. I told him the beach was great and we would head down again later in a voice that I hoped sounded as neutral as possible.‘Probably see you down there,’ Jan smiled warmly, ‘enjoy your rest!’When we returned to the beach after lunch, May had changed travesti ankara into her pink bikini and Jan appeared to make a point of finding us. I noticed him wandering along the sand apparently looking for a place to sit and upon seeing us, he nodded and lay his towel a few meters to our right. It was the first time I felt that emotionpush-pull-pull that was to return, greatly accentuated, in the months to come. I wanted him to look at her, I enjoyed him looking at her, yet it stung me when he did. I simultaneously felt like covering her with a towel and like pulling her bikini down.I was restless, my eyes furtive and uncertain. Every time May stood to adjust her towel, I watched his eyes, yet they stayed firmly in his book and I began to think my imagination was working overtime. My anxiety began to fade and I lay back as May was, eyes closed, listening to the gentle waves, the cries of children. Until a while later, when her gentle, persistent nudging made me aware I had dozed off.She was sitting up. ‘Look!’ She hissed, ‘how can he wear that?’Jan was walking towards us, but the eyes were unavoidably drawn to what little he wore. Unfeasibly tight blue swimming trunks were stretched around his groin and his clearly thick and heavy cock was obscenely visible. May giggled beside me.‘I can see everything,’ she whispered in a voice that blended shock, disgust and more than a hint of wonder.He took his towel and began drying himself, towering over us, his hips forward, and cock protruding in an almost vulgar way. Yet, he made everything seem so normal as he enthused about the warmth of the sea. Sensing her gaze was safely obscured by her dark sunglasses, my side view of May revealed the truth, her eyes were not letting go of his big dick. My heart began to quicken, I thought of things to say to him, to keep him there longer, to let May see what she wanted to see.‘May I join you?’ He asked already spreading his towel out in front of us.Jan sat, knees up and open, his bulging cock staring directly at May, whose eyes obediently followed it. He talked of the places he had been, his work, his love of Thailand and when listening to his strong accent proved too much for May and she stood and walked slowly to the sea, his lust for Thai girls. With her out of earshot, he told me how, from the moment he landed, he found Thai girls exotic, mysterious and blessed with beautiful faces and perfect bodies. He asked if I knew where he could meet one, bars, clubs and restaurants, anywhere. I didn’t know, this was a family resort I reminded him.As May returned, her wet bikini clinging revealingly to her tiny body, his eyes openly scoured her body for any trace of what lay beneath. The wet cloth was betraying the shape of her nipples and May felt his eyes and shyly wrapped a towel around her tits, yet his eyes were not giving up and simply dropped between her thighs to where the pink cloth clung to my girlfriend’s cunt. I followed his eyes anxiously, hopefully, to see what he could see.May was beset by uneasiness caused by her emotional confusion. Never had she publicly displayed ankara travestiler her body so much and never had she been the subject of such obvious sexual interest. Yet whilst obviously unnerving her, it was the other affect it had on her that confused her more and that came from his explicit confidence. He made no attempt to hide his admiration of her body, his desire to see more, from either of us and he made us feel that staring lecherously at my girlfriend was completely normal.Earlier than planned, we headed back to our bungalow and I sat out on the terrace expecting her to join me. I was unaware of how much it had affected her until, when she failed to join me I found her standing in front of the full length mirror, studying herself in her bikini worriedly.‘Why he did that?’ She hissed, shaking her head.‘It’s ok,’ I assured her, wrapping my arms around her tiny body, stroking her damp hair. ‘Some men are like that. He likes you, that’s all.’‘Why you not tell him to stop?’ I couldn’t answer that. Her voiced was laced with frustration and there was a faint hint of anger in her voice, an anger I feared may blow up into a teenage tantrum.‘Don’t worry, he didn’t see anything’. I tried to turn her from the mirror to me.‘I’m not going to the beach again!’‘Don’t be silly, my guide book says that at low tide it’s possible to walk around to the next beach, which is deserted all day.’‘I don’t care, I will wear a big coat. I will cover everything like the Japanese girls do.’I laughed, recalling how we had watched a large group of Japanese girls dip their toes into the water sadly fully clothed, holding umbrellas. I pulled her to me as May buried her head in my chest, stroking my hand down her cold, damp back. Her little body pressed against me, I kissed her forehead. My cock, semi erect, rubbed through my shorts against her.‘Why you hard?’ She glanced up suspiciously.I didn’t answer, I couldn’t. The clink of ice against glass outside told me that Jan had returned and sat beyond our curtain, which was being blown gently by the breeze through the open door. For all the wrong reasons I lowered my hands until they cupped her sexy ass through her wet bikini. I glanced at the curtain, Jan sat less than two meters from where we stood. I pulled her ass to me. Her hand slipped back between us, gently massaging my hardening cock through my wet shorts.I sighed as I kissed over the top of her head until my hand tilted her chin upwards. Our eyes locked in suggestive combat, our lips met hungrily, tongues cavorting as our bodies pressed tighter, as her hand slipped down the front of my shorts. Her fingers curled then tightened around my cock, gently pulling it. I tugged the string of her bikini top and smoothed it from her nipple sharpened tits with my hands as May pushed my shorts down. My cock sprang up, fiercely erect.Stepping out of my shorts I held my cock and slid my hand up her thigh until I found the little groove of her pussy in her bikini bottoms. I readied to rip them off her and fuck her, but she dropped to her knees, guiding me backwards, in front of the mirror. Looking up at me with those innocent Asian eyes she, grasped my cock, looked in the mirror then slithered her tongue over my swollen tip. I moved her hair, I wanted to see my hard white cock against her cute Asian face and this time she didn’t stop me, she wanted to see too.

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