I had been given an impossible deadline – 2 weeks to finish a major report that was holding up a major construction project.
To ‘guarantee’ my undivided attention, the company had booked me into their ‘place of solitude’, a dual bungalow on the outskirts of a luxury tropical resort in Thailand.
“Focus for 2 weeks and the 3rd week is yours” they said.
My wife P was ecstatic – we hadn’t had a good holiday together in 5 years, and 3 weeks away free was too good to be true. I warned her for the first 2 weeks she might have to amuse herself.
The location was superb, sandy beaches, palm trees, exotic steamy rain forest, some apartments and the guest facilities inconspicuously arranged around the pool.
Our large apartment was actually two smaller apartments that could be joined. It was 5 minutes walk from the central area, and remote from other buildings, almost completely surrounded by the rain forest.
The first day we lost it – swimming, relaxing, eating, giving each other massages, having sex, sleeping in the warm afternoon sun.
The next day was one day closer to the impossible deadline – so I worked hard writing all morning, while P read by the pool.
But after lunch when faced with P standing sexily by the study door in a stunning new red bikini she had just bought, I capitulated and we were soon in bed noisily fucking, my unfinished chapter lying on the desk.
When I returned to my work there were several emails asking when the next chapters would be ready, so with regret I moved into the other end of the apartment, only seeing P at mealtimes in the restaurant.
P was relaxing but obviously getting a bit bored by herself. She had finished all the books she bought and checked out all the shops and activities. She made friends with a group of people from around the pool.
At mealtimes she would tease me by pointing out all the handsome men in the room and tell me how she’d make love to them because I was being neglectful.
I would tease back and say “He’s probably gay” or “ He looks like a Republican senator” or “He’s obviously impotent”, “He’s ugly” or just “I dare you” in the case of one young particularly attractive one.
Anyway I sort of lost track of her for a few days as the emails and pressure started to mount. I often worked all night to be able to email to London at 9AM their time and then collapsed and slept during the day.
I suppose I underestimated my neglect and P’s state of frustration as next morning I went to say hello and noticed her bed hadn’t been slept in all night.
She appeared later in the morning, blushing and embarrassed, but still amorous, kissing and caressing me, trying to lead me towards the bedroom. She explained how she’d taken my dare.
They’d stayed at the bar drinking and flirting until it shut at 2AM and then…well it just happened.
I was astonished and aroused but didn’t press her further as the Japan office wanted the updated draft in one hour.
I kissed her and said “Did you enjoy yourself?”. She looked back at me, blushed and said “Well yes”. “Well go to it” I said and winked at her, and returned to my apartment to type, desperately wanting to ask her more.
And I wrote for the next 2 days virtually continuously, only pausing to catch an hour or so of sleep or eat room service meals.
Then late that night I could tell P was home and was shocked to hear lovemaking noises coming from her bedroom in the other apartment.
I didn’t know whether to confront them, or knock on the wall, in the end I just listened, counting at least 4 very loud screaming orgasms at various intervals though the night.
There was no sound from her room in the morning and I wasn’t game to go in , not knowing what or who I would find.
She came to see me in the afternoon, just wearing her red bikini, smiling and obviously aroused.
“I’m enjoying this holiday – pity I can’t share it with you” she said winking at me.
She looked so seductive and glowing. I moved close to her and kissed her, caressing her shoulders and body, feeling warm firm breasts beneath the top of her bikini.
“Tell me about your man” I said.
“She paused, to compose her response and then said “He’s Alain, a doctor on holiday from a refugee camp in Laos. He’s a lovely guy. We’ve become good friends”, she said as a slight understatement.
“Just friends?” I asked
“Well a little more than friends” she blushed. “Remember you dared me.”
“Yes I remember” I said “And I obviously neglected you too.”
I gave her a kiss and caressed her hair thinking how weird our holiday had become.
I went back to my work and she went to have dinner with Alain.
That night was the same. P was very excited and this time I could hear them both cry out as they came. I was feeling left out but aroused, but that turned to panic when I realised that my modem card was missing and I had ½ hour to email the updates to New York.
Then I realised that P had borrowed it in the morning for Alain.
I tiptoed to her door and though the curtains could see them both on the bed, P with her legs high up in the air, Alain thrusting deep inside her, P just building to another enormous orgasm.
I stood transfixed by the window, just watching in amazement.
They collapsed together and cuddled. I remembered why I had come here and knocked on her door.
P recognised me and came to the door in her robe. As she opened the door the robe fell apart revealing wonderfully swollen breasts and vagina, and I just noticed semen leaking down her legs.
I said nothing and P took me in and introduced me to Alain. He said he had seen me at the restaurant and asked how my week was going while P went off to get the modem card.
She came back and they whispered together.
Then she escorted me to the door, kissed me passionately and said shyly ‘why don’t you return after you’ve finished your work”, letting her robe drop open again so I would be reminded what was on offer .
“Sure – if its not a bother” I stuttered, looking to Alain for a reaction.
“You are welcome” he said.
Well the report was then sent off very quickly and I was left to debate with myself with what to do. Yes or no? But one thought of P and her open robe was enough.
Soon I was soon backing knocking on their door again.
They both led me inside.
P kissed me while Alain slowly and carefully took of my clothes and placed me on the bed.
Then both started massaging me all over, first my back, shoulders, neck, buttocks, legs, feet and hands. Soooo goood …
When they turned me over both noticed my enormous erection. P kissed me there and took it into her mouth doing things she’d never done to me before, while Alain continued massaging me all over, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations.
I opened my eyes and noticed that P was standing legs apart and Alain was between them licking her engorged pussy in time with her sucking on my member.
Soon P was on fire, and forgot about me, concentrating only on her own clitoris as she climaxed and screamed.
Then she grabbed me and inserted my dick deep inside and she rode me until I came deep inside, Alain at her side caressing her back.
She kissed me, then lifted off me and she lay on the bed, legs apart, holding my hand, wet pussy glistening in the light.
She motioned him to come towards us. He took her other hand and resumed kissing her all over, and she responded by pulling him closer. They continued making love, oblivious to me watching. It was so passionate.
They she lay back, opened her legs and guided his enormous erection into her while I watched from the side in disbelief.
Long and slow thrusting again, P had her eyes closed concentrating on the sensations. She held my hand, and I watched as she relaxed her muscles as he pushed inside and then would squeeze them on the way out, the look on his face as she did this was amazing.
Finally they both climaxed together and then we all lay together and slept.
What an amazing night. In the morning I convinced her to move to Alain’s apartment so I could get some work done and then furiously set to work on the last chapters.
After posting the final version 2 days later, I went next door.
P was by herself watching television.
Where’s Alain” I asked
“He had to go yesterday” she said “But he was nice wasn’t he”, with a sparkle in her eye.
“Yes I said”, perhaps a little disappointed, but mainly relieved that I could now have my wife back.
The report was a success. I got my extra week at the resort and a big bonus.
The red bikini kept doing its job (although its main job seemed to be being removed) and I did not neglect my wife and she did not neglect me.
P learnt some new things from Alain which she was happy to share with me.
And I learnt some new things about my special wife.
“I can’t decide whether to holiday next year in France or Laos” she teased.
“What about both” I said “And no more deadlines”.
(A piece of fantasy writing I wrote for my wife when she went on a tropical holiday with some friends - part of the small steps) -