Bangkok.
We fucked like teenagers over the next few days in Bangkok after my wife was bound and used by her American FWB and his friend. She didn't learn the name of the friend and never asked. She loved the whole experience, to be bound, helpless, desired, used and satisfied sexually eventually. It's been a good trip so far and it was about to get better.
The Invite.
It was the second last day of the trip. We were out and about having the usual shopping, eating and massages when my wife received a text message from her FWB. He was attending a party at a client's place and was wondering if we both would like to join.
By then, the American was a friend of ours. No awkwardness nor embarrassment between me and him, just consenting adults who are both fucking the same woman, my wife, and that made her felt like she was the luckiest woman in the world.
As my wife had done all she had wanted to do on the trip, she suggested that we attend the party as she had heard that such parties hosted by rich clients were awesome. I told myself why not.
The Party.
The party was held in a huge house in the suburbs of Bangkok. The taxi driver had a little problem finding the place as it was a little secluded.
When we arrived, there were the usual security checks at the main gate. Once passed the gates, we were treated to a huge lawn before we arrived at the first building, which was an open tent-like structure where the party was held.
We were greeted by the American when we arrived, who was visibly tipsy. He stared at my wife leeringly when he saw her and honestly, I had been doing the same since we left the hotel as she was in a short, tight fitting maroon dress that showed her off her hourglass figure and ample cleavage. I believe the American would have an instant hard-on if he knew what she was wearing underneath, a matching set of sheer bra and thong that I would have the pleasure of removing tonight for sure.
The American explained that the party was hosted by his rich client to celebrate the successful marketing campaign that they had just collaborated on. He cheekily said he had to be on his best behaviour that night as he is with business associates but he still managed to give my wifes ass a naughty squeeze when he saw her.
He then led us into the tentage and introduced us to the hosts. They were a nice friendly couple who were around our age. He was European, tall and handsome and she was local Thai, tall and sexy but in a sophisticated way. They were humble and welcoming. We immediately hit it off.
The hosts explained that they run an online business and had worked with my wife's FWB on a successful campaign that had helped their business to grow exponentially. We congratulated them on their success and thanked them for the invite. They welcomed us to the party and invited us to enjoy ourselves as much as possible. They had even arranged transportation for all guests who are expected to be too drunk to drive themselves home, typical Thai hospitality.
The party was great, held in a semi-open tentage that was the size of two basketball courts. There were delicious Thai finger foods on one side, a bar on the other and a DJ console in the middle. There must be like a hundred guests in attendance, and they all looked matured and sophisticated but without any hint of pretentiousness or arrogance. The hosts did choose their guests well and we were glad to be invited.
The Ladies
The party was banging. Everyone was relaxed, getting intoxicated on the free flowing alcohol. Soon the remaining guests were forming two distinct groups, the first was a group of guys, led by the Host. They were partaking on fine Whiskeys and Gins, probably talking about work, golf or women they have played with.
The second group comprised the ladies led by the Hostess. They were seated at the lounge area, sipping champagne, giggling in a girly manner, probably talking about their latest shopping trips and spa sessions.
Everyone was having a good time including us, standing at a corner, having wine and watching some guests dancing to the tunes played by the DJ. Then out of nowhere, the Hostess show-up next to us and invited my wife to join the ladies at the table. My wife politely declined but she insisted, so my wife reluctantly went along, after I assured her I would be fine.
The Hostess held onto my wife's hand and led her to the sofa to be seated next to her. My wife's dress was short and when she sat down, the hemline of her skirt was pulled up, barely covering her upper thighs. I could see her constanting pulling her skirt down to protect her modesty and she looked sexy everytime she did that.
The Flirt.
The drinks flowed and my wife was getting visibly tipsy. She was enjoying herself as her shyness disappeared with the alcohol. She was now behaving like besties with the ladies at the lounge area. I could see that the Hostess started getting touchy with my wife. She had her hand on my wife's arm, on her lap, one her shoulder and even leaning onto her, but I thought nothing of it.
My wife's dress was loose at the top to provide ample room for her bosom. In the seated position, Straps of her dress began to slip off her shoulder, revealing the strap of her sexy bra underneath. She had to adjust the top of her dress from time to time to prevent it from falling off her shoulders. She looked clumsily sexy doing it and I could see the Hostess catching glimpses of my wife's cleavage. This was getting interesting, I thought.
The Hostess and my wife then stood up, walking hand in hand into the direction of the house, I presume to the ladies' room. The rest of the ladies continued with their drinks and banter.
The Discovery.
The Hostess and my wife were gone for around 10 minutes and I started to feel the urge to visit the loo, so I wandered into the house to find the washroom.
It was a beautiful house, something rarely seen in land-scarce Singapore. It was modern in design with big glass windows on all sides, surrounded by nicely lit greenery all round. The inside of the house had high but flat ceilings. The corridor was dimly but tastefully lit. The floor was laid with Italian marble end to end. I looked around, searching for the washroom, which I guessed would be right at the back near the kitchen.
