“Let’s go guys… stop standing around like spare parts… we’ve got some serious partying to do.”
Sam and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes, which was becoming a habit when Charlie was present. This wasn’t our scene at all.
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The evening had to rank as the most eye-opening spectacle of our, thus-far sheltered, lives. We hopped from area to area of various red-light districts; from Soi Cowboy, where they told us that Hangover 2 had been filmed, to Patpong that was thronged with Western tourists wanting to experience the sleazy side of the city. We visited go-go bars where girls danced on platforms and were either topless or completely naked, and we visited Ladyboy bars where the girls were actually guys. We even saw the famed ping-pong trick, which is the hallmark of Bangkok’s sex trade. This wasn’t Milwaukee for sure.
“Ohh, let’s go over to Nana Plaza,” pleaded the tipsy Charlotte. We had been drinking all evening, and it was gone eleven. Sam and I were more than ready to call it a night, but Tony smiled indulgently at his wife, and we went to find our driver yet again.
Nana Plaza describes itself as The World’s Largest Adult Playground, and as we pulled up, it was easy to see why. Flashing neon lights were enticing all-comers to sample any perversion their heart desired. Charlotte seemed to know exactly where she was heading as she led the way to a back corner of the complex. She took Sam’s hand an pulled her inside a door to a club. Over the door, the flashing sign read STAGS and VIXENS. It meant nothing to Sam, but I’d seen enough websites to recognize immediately what the place was about.
A handsome young guy, who had a Scandinavian look, immediately latched on to Charlie and Sam and led them to a booth on the far side of a large room that was mainly comprised of a bar, a dance floor, and surrounding booths. Tony and I followed, and I noticed that Tony had a half-smile on his face. The seating in the booth seemed a little strange, as Tony and I were encouraged into the middle, and Sam and Charlotte were positioned on the two ends. It felt like the opposite of how the protocols normally worked.
Once we got seated, Mr. Scandinavia introduced himself to our wives as Sven, while virtually ignoring Tony and me. We ordered a round of drinks, and Sven went off to the bar.
“Good crowd tonight,” observed Charlotte. Tony nodded. I registered the fact that they must be regulars to be commenting on crowd size. Once my eyes had acclimated to the low lighting, I looked around the room and realized there were a lot of single men in the booths while, on the dance floor, a lot of women were dancing very provocatively with younger men. The name of the club flashed into my mind again. STAGS and VIXENS. Was this all about what I thought it was?
When Sven came back with our drinks, I could see that Sam was shocked by Charlie’s brazen flirting. She stroked his cheek as he leaned over to place a drink in front of Tony, and when he reached further to give me mine, she actually squeezed his thigh with an appreciative sounding “Mmm.”
Sam looked horrified.
“Shall we dance?” asked Charlotte.
“Oh, Jake’s not really much of a dancer, I’m afraid,” responded Sam. “I love to dance, but he feels awkward. I can rarely persuade him onto a dance floor.”
Charlotte took Sam’s hand and pulled her out of the booth. “You and me then.”
With only the slightest protest, Sam giggled and allowed herself to be pulled into the middle of the dancing throng. The dance floor was busy, but I did my best to keep my eyes on Sam while in the back of my mind the name of the club kept scratching at my brain.
I could see that Tony was watching intently and I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised when I saw Sven and another handsome young guy make a beeline for our wives. Where Sven was tall, blond and Teutonic looking, the other guy was dark and brooding. They both looked to be well acquainted with the gym… hard bodies were encased in tight T-shirts and jeans. That appeared to be a kind of uniform for all the young studs on the dance floor.
I watched as Sven moved around behind Sam and took her by the hips. It was the most intimate way she’d been touched by another man since we met. She was laughing, and I could only assume that the significance of where we were had not sunk in. He pulled her back into him, so her ass was grinding into his groin. My cock was like steel, and my mouth had gone dry in anticipation. At exactly the moment when I suspected she could feel his hard cock against the crack of her ass, I literally saw her face register the implication of what she was doing. Her smile disappeared, and her face became contorted with horror. Without saying a word, she left the dance floor and came back to our table. She sat down without saying a word, took my hand, and then whispered into my ear.
“We need to leave. NOW.”
“It’s a bit difficult, Sam. It’s their driver, and we don’t even know where the villa is. We’ve just been along for the ride.”
“Well, the ride’s over as far as I’m concerned.”
Sam was not a happy camper.
Tony asked me if everything was okay, and I told him that Sam was just very tired. He was being ultimately considerate, and we couldn’t really demand to go immediately.
“In that case, we’ll not stay too much longer. I’ll tell Charlie when she gets back to the table.”
Since Sam had left the dance floor, Charlie had been looking ecstatically happy as she was erotically sandwiched between Sven and the dark-haired guy. It would be difficult to describe their movements as dancing per se, it was more like they were having sex with their clothes on. It was somehow compelling to watch, and it was even more compelling to consider that Charlotte was a pillar of the community in Singapore, yet here she was being entirely uninhibited.
The three of us were glued to the action, and none of us spoke a word. Sam watched with a strange look on her face. Was it a look of alarm, or was it one of interest?
After a while, when most people would be thoroughly exhausted, we watched as Charlie grabbed both Sven and the other young guy by the hand a dragged them over to our table.
You all know Sven, but I wanted to introduce you to Javier. He’s from Spain, and he’s been seconded here from the University of Barcelona for six months. He’s studying medicine at Bumrungrad Hospital.
We all shook hands with Javier, but it was more than a little awkward to see that Charlie was running her hands over his solid biceps as we did so.
“Charlie, Sam is tired, so I think we should call it a night now and head back to the villa.”
Tony was doing his best for us.
“Ohh, just another half-hour. Please, please,” she asked, aiming her request directly at Sam.
What could my wife say? They were our hosts, and they had been kind enough to bring us away for the weekend.
“Of course, Charlie. I’m fine.”
Without looking back at us, Charlie took the guys by the hand again, and they moved off towards the dance floor. Just like before the three of us were fascinated to watch Charlie’s uninhibited performance. But as we strained to see through the crowds, it became apparent that Charlotte, Sven, and Javier had disappeared.
It was Sam who looked the most concerned.
“Tony, Tony, they’ve gone. They’ve disappeared. Is Charlie alright. Oh my God Tony, where are they?”
He reached over and took Sam’s hand, and in a gentle, calm voice, he told her it was okay. That Charlie was fine.
“They have gone to the special rooms at the back of the club.”
Sam couldn’t have looked more confused if she’d tried. I hoped she would stop pressing the point, but she naively asked the question I’d been dreading.
“For what?”
He laughed. “To explore each other.”
I saw the realization hit Sam squarely between the eyes. She gasped. Her mouth fell open, and she made a strange whimpering sound of disbelief.
“Do you mean to have sex?”
“Yes, Sam, to have sex.”
“With both of them?”
“Most likely, yes, Sam.”
&
nbsp; “But what about you?”
“If the two of you weren’t here as our guests, I would be back there watching them. Everyone has their fantasies, and the couple whose fantasies converge are the luckiest couple in the world. It’s the thing we love to do, and it makes our marriage all the stronger. I hope you won’t judge us poorly for it. Charlotte and I love each other more than anything in the world.”
If we had been shocked before, we were now certifiably stunned. He liked to watch his wife having sex with other men, and she liked him to watch.
I now actually felt guilty that Tony was having to sit here, entertaining us rather than watching Charlie in the “special rooms.”
“Oh God, and you’re missing out because of us. We must go. Can you get the driver to take us back to the villa? We’re cramping your style.”
“You are doing nothing of the sort Jake. There will be many, many other opportunities for me to watch my darling wife. Tonight, you are our guests. I just hope we haven’t shocked you too badly. We would hate it if you thought less of us. We have come to think of you as close friends, which is why we were willing to be open and honest about this. We have never been the sort of people to develop close friendships but, for some inexplicable reason, we knew, as soon as we met you, that we just clicked. We are very hopeful that you both feel the same way.”
We assured him that we felt that closeness too. That seemed to encourage him to continue.
“One of the things we decided a few days ago was that, if we felt that close to you, we shouldn’t hide the lifestyle that we enjoy. Our philosophy is to always share everything with those you are close to and always tell the truth. Mark Twain was right when he said, “If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.”
I felt I needed to show some gratitude for their willingness to be so open with us.
“When we arrived in Singapore, we assumed that we would be in a strictly employer/employee relationship with you and your wife. It has made us feel so much more welcome and at ease with our decision to relocate knowing that we have close friends here instead. Sam and I have huge respect for you both and all that you’ve achieved in Singapore, but this degree of openness has taken our friendship to a completely new level. We can’t thank you enough.”
Sam was actually nodding in agreement as I said my piece. Did that mean she had recovered from the shock?
Tony took Sam’s hand again.
“I have no doubt that you are overflowing with questions, Sam. Ask me anything, and I promise to be as truthful as I can.”
I could almost hear the cogs and levers, the wheels and gears as they worked overtime in Sam’s brain.
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While we were waiting in anticipation for Charlie’s return from the “special rooms,” Sam took him up on his offer and interrogated our host with a litany of questions.
“You actually enjoy watching Charlie with other men?”
“I honestly do, Sam. I can hardly begin to describe how exciting it is to see my wife as a primal, sexual being.”
“But don’t you feel jealous?”
“Of course, I do, but that’s somehow part of the excitement. And, ultimately, I know that Charlie will be going home with me. I hope it doesn’t sound like I want Charlie as a possession, but there is something really hot in knowing that all these young studs want my wife but that I’m her only love. She has no interest in any deeper relationships with them… it’s all about satisfying her deepest elemental needs. I’m sure you have observed that Charlie is a highly sexual woman and, for me, sharing her like this, is just one way for me to show how much I love her.”
“But, coming somewhere like this… isn’t it, um, dangerous. I mean, um, you know, health-wise?”
“Actually, this club is healthier than the general population. You shouldn’t confuse what’s going on here with most of the other clubs in Bangkok. The young guys here are not actually paid for their services. Let me explain. There is an urban myth that has circulated for many years. It revolves around a supposed tradition. It’s a well-known fact that many international medical students come from all over the world to study in Bangkok’s renowned hospitals. The myth tells us that the young men in a new incoming group are offered the chance to join a club where they will get the chance to have sex with desirable and slightly older women. The offer is made by the outgoing group of students with a promise by each outgoing member to pay the membership fee of the new member. So, by this means, the tradition is handed down over the years. The interesting thing is that it’s not a myth. This is the club.
“All the guys here are international medical students, and they are well-educated, young men from good families who have one driving factor in common. They are excited by older women and especially married women. The demographics of couples who are in this lifestyle are well-educated and successful. These young men are stimulated by being involved with women they see as intellectually stimulating in return.”
Something appeared to occur to Sam at that instant.
“I remember Jake, you actually talked about this fantasy when you were first discussing the VR game. You seemed to know the degree of popularity of, what you called, the wife-watching and wife-sharing genres. Is that what we’re talking about here?”
Tony saved the day for me before I could think up an appropriate response.
“It is exactly that, Sam. You can find it referred to by several different names; wife-sharing, wife-watching, hotwifing, stags and vixens…”
“That’s the name of this club. STAGS and VIXENS.”
“It is.”
“I can’t say that I understand it all, but I’m beginning to get the picture clearer in my mind. But what about you? Does this mean you are swingers or something? Do you have sex with other women?”
“You’d think that might be the logical way this would work, wouldn’t you? But it doesn’t. There is no logic involved. It’s just deep-seated desires that dictate how it works. I have no desire to be with other women. All the excitement comes from seeing Charlie with other men. That seems to be how it works for the majority of people who enjoy the lifestyle. And anyway, Charlie would probably kill me if I had sex with someone else.”
“Hardly fair.”
“Maybe not, but I repeat… that’s the way it works. And it works brilliantly well for us and obviously for all the other people at the club here tonight. Look around you, and you won’t find anyone looking unhappy. Some of the men will be conflicted and emotionally torn by the situation but, strangely, those conflicts add to the excitement.”
“Do you mind if I get really intimate with my last question?”
“Fire away.”
“When Charlie returns to you after being with another man, don’t you feel as if she has been, erm, I don’t know… sullied?”
“On the contrary, it’s exactly the opposite. I feel as if she’s been liberated, and I can’t wait to reclaim her as mine. This might be TMI, but the sex we have after Charlie’s adventures is completely off the charts. Since we’ve been living this lifestyle, our sex life has improved about ten thousand percent.”
We’d been so deep in our discussion that we’d failed to spot Charlotte heading back across the dance floor. She had Javier and Sven by the hands, and she looked absolutely radiant. Her face was flushed with excitement, and the two young guys looked equally pleased with themselves.
“I’m really sorry to have been longer than agreed, but the stamina of my two new friends rather put me through my paces,” she laughed. “I hope Tony has filled you in on our little hobby.” She suddenly turned quite serious. “And I really hope you don’t think less of us for it. We value your friendship like no one before and would hate to put it in jeopardy.”
It was Sam who leaped in with an answer.
“Charlie, we love you and Tony, and we are so pleased to call you friends. Thank you so much for trusting us with your intimate truth. Now, I think I’m going to cry.”
Charlie dropped the
two hands she’d been holding and took my wife in her arms, after that they both burst into tears leaving poor Sven and Javier looking astonished.
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When we arrived back at the villa, we collapsed into the deep cushions of the sofa’s in the living room and Tony brought out a bottle of cognac and gave us all a hearty splash in some expensive-looking cut-glass snifters.
Sam wasn’t ready to let the subject drop for some reason, and she expressed an interest in hearing Charlie’s thoughts on their unusual arrangement.
“Fairly simple really,” Charlie told her, “It’s all about truth and trust and fulfilling each other’s fantasies. A common misconception is that this type of situation is so much about raw sexuality that it destroys a romance. When you consider it seriously, though, there is nothing more romantic than being able to share your fantasies. Tony and I feel so lucky to have been able to discuss our fantasies openly in the first place, and then we were doubly lucky that they converged in a way that we both find exciting. I can’t encourage you enough to have that first conversation.”
Sam looked just a little uncomfortable at that thought but Charlie, once asked, was intending to venture all her opinions.
“Thank goodness we are living in the age of the internet. When we first embarked on this adventure, it was quite comforting to discover that we weren’t some strange perverts who were alone in our weirdness. The whole hotwifing experience is extremely popular. You should just see the volume of porn that exists… it’s mind-boggling. There are loads of women who want to enjoy their sexuality and loads of husbands who get pleasure from either watching them or sharing them and hearing about it afterward. From Tony’s research into the origins of the fantasy, it sounds like it has been around since the most ancient of times, hence the new VR game… The Myth of Mylitta.”
“You said husbands might just get to hear about it?”
“Sure. You don’t think I’m going to keep my exploits with Sven and Javier a secret from Tony, do you? When we get to bed tonight, I will regale him with every last detail. Oh my God, I wish you could have seen me being spit roasted by those two young hunks, my darling. Don’t be surprised if we’re not up before noon,” she laughed.
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