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  Billy was a regular at The Eden Club, and one night, after a few too many drinks, he took five girls up to the VIP room. The VIP room had a huge bed, ten feet square, and an ensuite bathroom with three showers and two toilets. By the bed was a massive bowl of condoms and a dozen tubes of KY Jelly, and in a cupboard was a stack of dildos and strap-ons.

  I listened open-mouthed as Billy told me everything that had happened in the VIP room. And when he’d finished he raised his bottle of Singha in salute and said that I should head for The Eden Club when I got back to Bangkok.

  But I explained to Billy that it wasn’t just a threesome that I wanted – it was a threesome with Laura.

  Billy didn’t seem to understand that. He had been married but had divorced his wife after he left the army and had never been tempted since. ‘Why buy when you can rent?’ he said to me.

  I tried to explain that Laura was the love of my life and the fantasy was for me to be in bed with her and another woman, but he just shook his head and said that I was crazy.

  We moved on to another go-go bar and had another couple of beers, and I was just about to say goodnight and head back to the room when Billy suddenly slapped me on the back. ‘I’ve got it,’ he said. ‘A massage. That’s the way to do it.’

  ‘To do what?’ I said.

  ‘To get the missus ready for a threesome. You’ve had a massage here, right?’

  Sure, I’d had loads. That’s one of the great things about Thailand, the availability of cheap massages. Most days Laura and I would go to a massage place and sit in a comfy chair while a woman kneaded away at our feet. An hour’s foot massage cost a few quid and it was a great way of relaxing. We’d both had the full Thai massage, too, where you wear cotton pyjamas and lie down on a matt while a masseuse gives you a real going over. They’re really good at it, getting right into your joints and muscles and sorting out all the kinks.

  I explained that to Billy but he laughed and pounded me on the back again. ‘I’m talking about a soapy,’ he said. ‘A soapy massage.’

  A soapy, according to Billy, was a full-on sexual massage. It started with an assisted bath where the girl washes you all over, then she takes you out of the bath and puts you on an inflatable bed thing. She covers herself with soap and rubs herself all over you and then she makes love to you. Or she lies you on a bed and covers you with baby oil. ‘Shouldn’t cost more than a couple of thousand baht,’ said Billy. About forty quid.

  ‘I’m not sure that Laura would be up for that,’ I said.

  ‘Not if you tell her up front,’ said Billy. ‘But get a few drinks in her first. And tell her it’s just a regular massage. By the time the girl has slipped into the bath it’ll be too late for her to say anything. Plus you’ll have two girls so you can choose the one that’s most up for it.’

  ‘Do you think it’ll work?’ I asked.

  ‘Damn sure,’ said Billy. ‘You could have a word with the girls first, tell them to skip the soap and just to give your missus a sexy massage on the bed. They’re experts, the girls, they’ll get her all horny and then you’re in like Flynn.’

  I told Billy that we were going back to Bangkok the next day and he said that was perfect because he knew a terrific massage place on Sukhumvit Soi 33. It was called Teen Massage and it had some really pretty girls and a room with a bathtub big enough for four. Billy said all I had to do was to take her bar-hopping down Soi 33 until I got to Teen Massage and then I could suggest a massage and that would be that.

  It seemed like a great plan all the way back to our hotel room, but when I woke up the next morning I wasn’t so sure. We flew back to Bangkok and checked in at the Landmark Hotel at about four o’clock in the afternoon. I tried to persuade Laura to go out that night but she said she was tired and just wanted a quiet dinner. We ended up having steaks at the Rib Room on the top floor of the hotel and I have to say it was spectacular, great food and amazing views over the city. We drank a bottle of wine between us and then we went back to the room. Laura started kissing me as soon as the door had closed and we made love on the bed with curtains open and the lights of the city in front of us. It was great sex but I have to admit while I was making love to her I was imagining another girl in the bed with us, one of the dancers I’d seen in the last go-go bar I’d been in with Billy.

  The next day we did some last minute shopping and picked up the dresses and suits that the Indian tailor had made. The guy had done a good job, the suits fitted perfectly and Laura’s dresses were amazing. I suggested that she wear one of them when we went out that night. I said that as it was our last night we should do some bar-hopping in an area we’d not visited before and luckily she agreed. I told her I’d heard good things about the bars in Sukhumvit Soi 33 and she said fine, she was happy to go anywhere. So far, so good.

  We got a taxi from the hotel and it dropped us at the end of the road, not far from the Skytrain station. A lot of the bars down Soi 33 are named after artists so there’s a Monet, a Goya, a Renoir a Van Gogh, you get the drift? They’re all pretty much the same, up-market bars with Thai girls in evening dresses. There’s no go-go dancing or loud music and most of the customers seemed to be foreigners in suits, I guess they were expats who had come from work. The girls were prettier than we’d seen in the bars of Nana Plaza and spoke better English. We went from bar to bar and I kept plying Laura with drinks. We’d sit at the bar and chat with the girls and I’d buy a round of shots. Laura loves shots and we got through a dozen or so by the time we reached Teen Massage.

  Laura was a little unsteady on her feet so I slipped my arm around her. ‘We should have a massage,’ I said.

  She tried to focus on her watch but she was too drunk. ‘What time is it?’ she asked.

  ‘Half ten,’ I said. ‘Too early to go back to the hotel. Come on, it’s our last night. Let’s have a massage.’

  ‘There were a dozen girls sitting outside the shop in tight t-shirts and short shorts.

  ‘They look like hookers,’ she said.

  I pulled her closer. ‘Hush, you’ll hurt their feelings,’ I said. ‘It’s a massage place.’

  ‘It’s called Teen Massage,’ she said.

  ‘That’s just a name,’ I said. ‘You know Thais aren’t great with English. Those girls are all in their twenties, at least.’

  ‘I’m not sure,’ said Laura.

  One of the older girls, a bit plump with her hair tied back, came over with a laminated price list. I took it from her and showed it to Laura. ‘See? Oil massage. Lotion massage. Thai massage. Come on, it’s ourlast night.’

  Before she could argue I gave the woman back her price list and took Laura into the shop. There was an old woman behind a desk who looked at me over the top of half-moon spectacles. ‘Two oil massages,’ I said. ‘Ninety minutes. An hour and a half. Okay?’

  ‘One thousand two hundred baht,’ she said. I handed her the money.

  ‘Choose girls,’ said the woman as she put the money into her cash register.

  I realised that the girls from outside were now standing behind us and they had been joined by another six girls who were also wearing white t-shirts and red shorts. They all had name tags.

  ‘I’m not sure this is a good idea,’ said Laura, slurring her words.

  I gave her a hug. ‘It’ll be fun,’ I said. With my free hand I pointed at two girls. A small girl with short hair and large breasts called Lek and a taller girl with waist-length hair called Ann. They both grinned at being chosen and they took us to some stairs which led down to a basement area.

  There was a large pine-panelled room with a king-size bed and a large bath on a podium. There were wooden stairs leading up to the bath and beyond it, on the wall, a large poster of a Thai beach that looked like it might have been Phuket.

  Ann closed the door and smiled. She had beautiful teeth. ‘Oil massage, right?’ she asked.

  ‘That’d be great,’ I said. ‘One massage for me and one for my wife. Okay?’

  Ann nodded. ‘Big OK,’ sh
e said. She said something to Lek in Thai and both girls covered their mouths with their hands and began to giggle.

  Laura stood looking at me. ‘Now what?’ she mouthed and I shrugged.

  ‘Take off clothes please,’ said Ann, handing us two towels. We looked around but there was no changing room. Ann waved her hand at a line of coat hooks by the door.

  ‘In for a penny, in for a pound,’ I said and took off my shirt and put it on one of the hooks.

  ‘Are you sure about this?’ Laura asked me.

  ‘It’s a massage, that’s all,’ I said, taking off my jeans. I put them next to the shirt, then took off my socks. ‘It’ll be fine.’

  ‘Let me help you,’ said Ann, and she unzipped the back of Laura’s dress. Before Laura could say anything Ann slipped the dress down leaving Laura wearing only her underwear. ‘Wow, your skin very pretty,’ said Ann, gently stroking Laura’s arm. ‘Very soft. And so white. I like.’

  Laura laughed. ‘You’re joking,’ she said, ‘I’m pasty white. I love your colour.’

  Ann shook her head. ‘Too dark,’ she said. ‘I want my skin your colour but cannot.’

  Laura laughed again. ‘In Skegness girls pay a fortune in tanning salons to get your colour,’ she said.

  ‘Skegness?’ repeated Ann, frowning. I took off my boxer shorts and wrapped the towel around my waist. Lek turned on the bath taps and then poured bubble bath liquid in and swooshed it around with her hand.

  ‘It’s where we come from. In England. Girls there all want skin like yours.’ Laura reached out and gently touched Ann’s arm. ‘Your skin is like silk.’

  Ann laughed. ‘Thai silk,’ she said. She held out her hand. ‘Take off bra.’

  Laura folded her arms across her chest. ‘What? My bra? No.’

  Ann smiled. ‘You have to, for bath.’

  ‘Come on, babe, it’s only a bath,’ I said. ‘And you’ll need to take it off for the massage.’

  ‘How’s the bath thing going to work, anyway?’ she said. ‘Can’t we just shower?’

  ‘We clean you, in bath,’ said Ann. ‘Then massage.’

  Lek finished making the bubble bath foam and she took off her t-shirt and shorts and slipped into the water.

  ‘But there isn’t room for us all, surely?’ said Laura.

  Ann moved around her and unclipped Laura’s bra. ‘We take care you first, then take care your husband.’

  Laura looked across at me. ‘You should go first,’ she said.

  I wasn’t keen on that because I got the feeling that if I got into the bath with the two girls, Laura would get dressed and scoot off like a bat out of hell. ‘It’s okay, you get in. It’ll be fine, like when you were a kid being bathed by your mum.’

  Ann pulled the bra away and Laura wrapped the towel around herself. ‘You’re really sure about this?’ she said.

  ‘We’re in Thailand, we can’t go home without trying the traditional Thai massage, can we?’ I said.

  Laura pointed at the bubble bath. ‘That doesn’t look very traditional to me,’ she said.

  I shrugged, not sure what else I could say. Ann stripped off her t-shirt and shorts and placed them on a chair by the bed. She had an amazing body, long legs, pert breasts and a flat stomach you could have bounced an anvil off. Laura tilted her head to one side as she looked Ann up and down. ‘Wow,’ she whispered. ‘You are fit.’

  Ann laughed and patted her own stomach. ‘Fat, not fit,’ she said.

  ‘No, you look fantastic,’ she said. She looked over at me and shrugged. ‘Okay, in for a penny, in for a pound, I suppose.’ She undid her towel, tossed it to me, and slipped off her panties. I caught the towel and watched as she carefully went up the stairs and stepped into the bath.

  Lek pushed herself to the edge of the tub and Laura sat down at the other end. Lek giggled and Laura started laughing, ‘I feel ridiculous,’ she said.

  Ann walked up the stairs and gently eased herself into the bath behind Laura. At first, Laura looked confused but then she realised what Ann wanted and moved herself forward a little. Ann’s legs went either side of Laura and then Lek placed Laura’s legs on the edge of the bath. As Laura’s legs went up she leaned back against Ann.

  I stood holding her towel, wondering what I was supposed to do. I placed it on one of the hooks by the door and when I turned back Lek had started pumping liquid soap from a dispenser and rubbing it along one of Laura’s legs. Ann had another soap dispenser and she pumped it onto her hands, rubbed them together, and then began to softly soap Laura’s breasts.

  Laura opened her mouth and for a moment I thought she was going to object but then she just sighed and closed her eyes.

  As I watched the two girls gently rubbing soap over Laura’s soft white skin I realised that I’d made a mistake by not getting into the bath. It was sexy, three girls in a bubble bath, but it would have been a hell of a lot sexier if it had been me, Laura and one of the girls, preferably Ann. I felt myself grow hard under the towel at the thought of Ann and Laura kissing while I made love to Laura. The perfect fantasy.

  I walked over to the bath. Laura had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open and she moaned softly as Ann massaged her breasts. Lek looked at me and grinned mischievously as she ran her hands down Laura’s left leg, over her knee and up her thigh. ‘Madam likes,’ she said. ‘Madam likes a lot.’

  Madam definitely did like. As Lek’s hands moved up her thigh she moved her legs apart and although Lek’s hands were under the bubbles I knew what she was doing. As she played with Laura she continued to look me, clearly enjoying my reaction. ‘Madam very horny,’ she said.

  There was no question of that, Laura was definitely horny and, as if to confirm that, she sighed and tilted her head back. Ann kissed her softly on the ear and Laura twisted around and arched her neck and licked her lips and Ann tilted her head and kissed her full on the mouth.

  ‘Oh my God,’ I said. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Laura kissing a beautiful girl while another girl played between her legs.

  The kiss went on for over a minute before Laura sighed again and leaned back against Ann.

  I dropped my towel and started to climb the stairs up to the bath but Lek shook her head. ‘No room,’ she said.

  ‘Okay, but you can get out and I can get in,’ I said.

  ‘We take care of Madam first,’ said Ann. ‘Then we take care of you, okay?’

  Actually that wasn’t okay. I was standing there with a massive hard on just feet away from my naked wife, but I couldn’t get to her.

  I pointed at my growing erection. ‘What about this?’ I asked.

  Ann smiled sweetly. ‘You take care yourself, we take care Madam,’ she said. While she spoke she was gently massaging Laura’s breasts.

  Lek twisted around so that her back was to Laura and she started to grind her backside against Laura’s thighs. Laura opened her eyes and smiled lazily as she reached up to cup Lek’s breasts with her hands. Lek leaned back and twisted around so that Laura could kiss her.

  The idea of taking care of myself had occurred to me, but that wasn’t the fantasy I wanted. I wanted to be part of the threesome, not a voyeur.

  ‘I just think I’d rather be in the bath,’ I said.

  ‘’No room,’ said Ann. ‘You sit on bed. We take care you later.’

  ‘I don’t want to sit on the bed,’ I said. I was starting to get annoyed. I was paying for this fantasy yet it wasn’t going the way that I’d hoped.

  Laura opened her eyes. ‘They know what they’re doing, Jimmy,’ she said. ‘Let them get on with it.’

  ‘Yeah, but…’

  ‘Jimmy, you’re going to spoil the moment if you carry on like this.’

  Her eyes had gone hard and I realised that anything I said would make things worse so I nodded and went to sit on the bed. I watched as the three of them caressed each other and kissed and took it in turns to soap each other up. My erection had pretty much gone. I sat with my back to the wall, and figured that soo
ner or later they’d move to the bed and at least then I’d be part of the action.

  They continued to massage and stroke Laura. She lay back against Ann, her eyes closed and her mouth half open. Lek’s hands disappeared under the water again and Laura gasped and opened her legs wider. I wrapped my arms around my knees as I watched, knowing that Laura was getting close to coming. She was panting and her cheeks had gone red which was always a sign that she was about to orgasm. Generally it took me the best part of an hour to get her to come but the girls seemed to be doing it effortlessly. Ann smiled over at me as if she’d read my mind, and she nodded slowly.

  Lek’s hands were moving faster now and water splashed over the side of the bath. Laura’s legs stiffened and then she let out a long, slow moan and her hips banged up and down against the bottom of the bath and then she cried out ‘oh God!’ and lay still, gasping like a stranded fish.

  Lek sat back on her heels and grinned at me. ‘Madam come,’ she said, and she and Ann giggled like naughty schoolgirls.

  Eventually they stood up in the bath and used a shower attachment to rinse off the suds. Laura looked exhausted. She stared at me with unseeing eyes, her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply.

  Ann smiled at me and pointed at the towels. ‘Towels, please,’ she said.

  I got off the bed and fetched the towels for her. She and Lek towelled Laura dry. I tried to kiss Laura but she turned away and moved her face closer to Lek and before I could do anything Lek was kissing Laura.

  ‘Guys. Seriously,’ I said. I reached to hold Laura but Ann stepped in between us and wrapped the towel around Laura. ‘We massage Madam first,’ she said.

  ‘I can do that,’ I said.