'Yes.'
'What for?'
'To enjoy, of course.'
'You have to explain,' he said. He was not too keen on the sights and sounds of strange places however exotic.
'David I have been reading books on sex written by women; serious writers all of them. They are all unanimously of the opinion that sex life of women does not end when the nest is empty. They say the second phase actually starts then, and it is often better than the honeymoon part. I feel that I am depriving myself, yes myself, as well as you of normal pleasures. I want to make a new start, and what better place to do so than Bangkok?'
'How do you know about that place?'
'The Internet of course. We do not go for the more florid things, but would you be shocked if I tell you what I am proposing?'
'Of course not.'
'We book into a hotel and get the services of a couple. We spend some time with them, and then ask them to make love in our presence.'
'And then we return the compliment?'
'Possibly not, but we proceed as our mood leads us.'
'Indeed,' said David. He rolled his eyes upwards; his lips moved in prayer possibly, and then he stood up and whooped.
*
David and Mabel looked at each other and smiled sheepishly. The long periods of silences were getting very embarrassing.
"Shall I tell you about my first experience?" Niran said, "That often breaks the ice."
"Please do," said David eagerly. He was wondering if their adventure was becoming a non-starter.
"First about how I come to be doing this job. I was in my first year of civil engineering diploma when I got into this. I am a physical fitness addict and I never miss workouts in the gym every day. One evening as I was getting out of the gym one man approached me. He said he wanted to talk to me on a very serous matter that would lead to fortune. He offered a hundred dollar bill just to demonstrate his sincerity. I met him the next day in a room in a posh hotel. I was dressed, as he had asked me to, in my Sunday best. 'Please do not ask any questions now,' he said, 'but just do as requested. Soon I would clear every doubt of yours.' He handed over another hundred dollar bill. He directed me to a doctor's office where the senior consultant examined me thoroughly.
"When I met the agent two days later he told me that he was selecting me for the job. He then explained the job. I was so surprised that you could have knocked me down with a feather. I was to offer sex to visitors in some of the famous hotels of the city. Not by soliciting but on invitation. I liked the job of course; who wouldn't. He gave me a booklet explaining the customs and habits of Westerners who would be the bulk of my clients. There was a long list of dos and don'ts, and a warning that if I lapse in any way I would lose the job.
"The day after I took up the job I had a call at my new residence, a flat in a posh suburb. I went to the hotel, and straight to the room. I tapped; an authoritative male voice invited me in. The couple were both relatively young, the woman in the late thirties and the man about forty. The man was tall and athletic and had the confident bearing of an army man. But his wife appeared timid, and did not seem to look forward to my company. She was small and slim, and pretty, very pretty. In my nervousness I stood as if on parade and introduced myself in a style drill sergeants had taught in school cadet corps. The man introduced himself and his wife. He said they were from Canada. Their English accent seemed to suggest that they were French Canadians.
"I darted a glance at her. She was doing the same. She immediately turned away blushing. Though only a small part of one cheek was visible I could make out that she was smiling. Shy thing, but full of mischief.
"The man offered coffee. His wife went to the kitchenette and prepared coffee in the microwave oven. We sipped. When it was over the man spoke. He made the first of the three statements that was to stun me that night.
"'Make love to my wife,' he said. It sounded like an order. I said nothing. Even the sharpest witted man could not have come out with a satisfactory response to that statement. I must have stared with eyes open in incredulity. 'Make love to my wife,' he said again this time softly, and as if to give weight to what he said he moved over to the single seat of the sofa thus making room for me by the side of his wife.
"'Pretend I am not here,' he said.
"I moved over. My heart was racing and my hands were trembling. The man must have noted the tremor.
"'Don't fear, I am unarmed,' he said and laughed. 'I'll make myself very clear, fuck her. Please let me assure you that there is no greater turn-on for a man than to see another man fuck his wife.'
"Later when I recollected the event I could see that making love to married women was what my job was about. I wondered why I had to confront the fact before realising it.
"Still hesitant I touched her shoulder. She averted her face. I held her chin and turned her face towards me. I kissed her on the cheek and then I kissed her on the lip. Her lips pouted slightly. Thus encouraged I embraced her and as I held her I unzipped her frock a couple of inches. She held me too, but not tightly. We held for a while and then I loosened my hold, and as I removed my hands I fully unzipped her frock and catching the edges I pulled it forwards. Very helpfully she stretched out her arms and then pulled her arms off the sleeves, and then in one swift movement she removed the skirt altogether. She was now in her bra and knickers.
"I undid her bra hooks and released her breasts. For one of her slimness they were grand. I gently fondled. Then I bent down and sucked. She placed her hand under the breast and gently lifted it up. I bit her nipple; she made moaning noises. I pulled down her knickers; she helpfully moved her legs to enable me to remove it. She was now seated with her slightly parted legs fully stretched on the sofa, totally nude, and displaying the densest brush I have ever seen before or since.
"'You seem not to like the brush,' said her husband. It was indeed so. Now he uttered the second of the statements that was to surprise me that day.
"'Shave her,' he said. I hesitated for a moment, and then I took her by the hand to the bathroom. The man with forethought had laid out shaving kit and a plastic chair on which she could sit. She sat and spread out helpfully. I soaped her and then I shaved her with great concentration. I did the mons first, and then the major lips, and then the minor lips. I parted the lips and removed hair from every cranny. I washed and dried her pussy. I shone. Her inner lips were thin and the clit hood was prominent. I liked the look of that pussy.
"'Good job,' said the husband. I kissed her pussy for I was now quite hot, and then I licked her clit. She was hot too for her pussy was getting wetter by the second. She responded magnificently. Soon she was vibrating and then I pulled the trigger by slowing down and licking her in wide swathes. She screamed softly and then she spoke for the first, and as it turned out, the last time. 'Fuck me,' she said.
"I carried her and placed her on the bed. I climbed up and I was over her when the husband spoke his third stunner.
'I'll insert your cock into my wife,' he said. He did so deftly, and so hot were both of us that soon we had orgasms in unison and then she had I do not know how many. We lay embracing each other. The husband shook me gently by the shoulder.
"'It's my turn now.' I got up and stood by as he entered her. I thought she would be exhausted, but apparently she was not. She had another cascade of orgasms. The husband turned to me and said. "Thanks for jump starting our fuck. Please take the envelope on the table. Close the door but do not lock it.'
"I rushed to my room and drank half a jug of water for I was immensely thirsty. I then lay on the cot and reviewed my experience of the night. I just could not understand why such a virile man should need someone to kick start his fuck. The next day I was less perplexed. During my college days I was an avid browser of voyeur sites. In these sites amateurs under conditions of anonymity published photographs of women in various stages of undress. Most photos were of their wives. The sender, often the husband, openly offered sex with his wife. Now I know that many of these were physically normal men and respectable citizens who are just bold enough to give vent to their innermost urges.
"Two days later I met this couple in the shopping mall. I avoided them as instructed in the booklet. I observed them discretely. I assure you that no one who did not know what I knew would consider them as anything but normal well adjusted married people."