Bali Special

Bali Special

<-Dale->

The first thing that hits you when you step off the plane is the heat. It's the same effect as opening an oven door and getting that blast of hot air in your face. After long hours in the air-conditioned comfort of a 737 the sudden exposure to 30 plus degrees is massive. The next thing you become aware of as you enter the terminal building is the sound of gamelan music coming from the background speakers, followed by the scent of incense wafting through the air.

Welcome to Bali - one of the most beautiful places on Earth and one of the prime destinations for westerners looking for a cheap taste of the tropics. Joining the queue to clear customs you are hemmed in with surfers, families, business people, wedding parties and so on, all in a hurry to get out and get into it. The airport is right by the beach and you can see the surfers bobbing in the waves as you fly over on your way in to land.

We've been here before, so the mad hustle outside the airport terminal is water off a duck's back. We planned ahead and arranged our own transport to the hotel in Kuta, which is only about half an hour's drive away through the traffic chaos and pedestrian hustle. It amazes me how there are no accidents on the roads when you have scooters flying up inside you with whole families on board, cyclists and trucks competing for space and a speed on the tight streets that some might kindly call reckless. The car horn is an essential tool to let people know you are coming.

The hotel is right in the centre of things in one of the main tourist areas. It isn't upmarket - it's geared more for families and lower budget tourists like us. My name is Dale and I'm here with my wife Anita for a week of rest and relaxation away from our busy life in Sydney, Australia. I work as manager of a school supply company and Anita works in hospitality as an event manager. We met when our respective roles crossed over at a school festival. I was supplying a large load of consumables for the kids to play with and she was organizing the catering and AV equipment. We got talking over a Thai curry. Anita stood out in the crowd. She is part Malaysian and part New Caledonian so she is an incredible exotic beauty with coffee brown skin and dark almond shaped eyes. They were the second thing I noticed about her. The first thing was her legs, which are gracefully slender but also beautifully strong, with nicely shaped thighs and tight calves ending in petite feet and ankles. I noticed her legs in her short uniform skirt through the crowd and was magnetically pulled towards them. Yes, I am a leg man - I make no secret of it - and these were some of the finest I had ever seen.

So I made sure I spent as much time talking to her as I could during the day and eventually threw caution to the wind and asked her out. Incredibly she was single and had only been in the country for a few months on a working visa. I couldn't believe my luck. Less than a year later we were married.

A little bit about me to complete the picture. I am a slightly taller than average with straight blondish hair and slightly paler skin than the average Australian. I enjoy a bit of sport, but now I'm in my early thirties it's a bit more for social reasons than for competition. Anita has a thing for blonde hair, and I've already told you what women's legs do for me, so it was a marriage made in heaven. And the bedroom. People thought we had disappeared for a few weeks after we got married, but we were still around - we just hardly got out of bed. I swear I lost about five kilos during those first weeks of marriage!

We've been together for four years now and we are still in the honeymoon phase. Our first trip to Bali was two years ago and we loved it so much we made plans to return. So here we are, checking in to our hotel amongst the noise and hustle of downtown Kuta, looking forward to a dip in the pool and a meal in one of the local eateries. Our room is tucked away near the back of the complex so it's nice and quiet. You wouldn't imagine there were millions of people swarming around in the streets outside. We have a view of a tall frangipani tree and the beautiful garden beds that line the walls. We collapse on the bed and let out a collective sigh, relaxing into the soft mattress under the air conditioning.

"Ah, that feels good," Anita says to the room, stretching her feet out and kicking off her sandals. We are still dressed for the plane, so we have long trousers and thicker than required shirts. "I think I'll have a quick shower and get changed. I forgot how hot it is here!"

You would think living in Australia would make you used to extreme heat, but it's really only for half of the year, and right now it's winter back home so the 10-15 degree difference in temperatures is definitely noticeable.

"I'll follow you in a few minutes. I just want to check the wi-fi and set up the chargers and stuff."

"Okay, babe - are you sure you don't want to join me?"

I look up into those big brown eyes and notice the cheeky crinkle developing in the corners. You mean she's horny already? Hell, I thought the flight would destroy any sense of passion, but she really is one of a kind. Okay, she talked me into it - the chargers can wait.

Two minutes later we are crammed into the little shower box in the tiled bathroom soaping each other down with the free toiletries and enjoying the little breeze coming through the open vent above the bathroom mirror. My hands have just finished lathering Anita's petite 10C breasts and I'm rinsing them off so I can suck on her dark chocolate coloured nipples. They are the sweetest little treat, about an inch in diameter with a plucky little peak that seems to be permanently alert. It fits perfectly into my mouth and I love driving her crazy with my swirling tongue. She cums with just breast play, which I discovered early on. It's an easy thrill to just give her pleasure in quiet paces where we hardly even have to get undressed. Like on a golf course for instance. But that's another story.

<-Anita->

Oh god, that feels good. I love doing it in the shower, but I need to feel Dale's cock soon or I'm going to explode. That plane trip took a lot longer than I remember and the in flight channel got me in the mood. Who knew a travel documentary could be such a turn on? All those tanned and ripped bodies in the lagoons. Yum! I've been looking forward to this for weeks. There is nothing like sex in the tropical heat. I want to stretch out naked on the bed and let my man have his wicked way with me right now. His cock is such a perfect fit and he is getting nice and hard as he makes love to my tits.

"Dale, baby, let's get out - I need to lie down so we can relax."

He stops what he's doing and let's the water run over the back of his head. "Yeah, true. I want to take this to bed too."

He's got me tingling in all the right places, so I turn off the water and skip over to the towels, throwing him one and running off to the main room with mine only half around me. Just a quick rub down, then I stretch out on the mattress for him, ready for some deep gratification. The first time we got together I remember how hard he got - it looked like his head was going to burst it was so crimson. He is pretty close to that now, but he is teasing me too much with all that drying off, so I sit back up and pull him onto the bed with me.

"I don't want to get the bed wet!" he protests, laughing as he tumbles down.

"It will dry. Come here and fuck me."

"Hmmm. Yes ma'am."

I'm already wet after his attention to my nipples so he glides in effortlessly and starts his wonderful languid strokes. I love the way he takes his time and seems to savor every thrust. The way he devours my body with his eyes as he pushes up above me on his elbows so he can enjoy the view. I wrap my legs around his waist to keep him where I need him. It doesn't take long. Within a few minutes we are both groaning and gasping as we climax together in the early evening light.

Sunset come on fast this close to the equator. By the time we are up again and dressed it's already night. It's still so hot that you don't need to wear much out. We keep it simple and go to a place nearby so we can sit on the balcony and watch the night time action going by. Everything stays open till whenever here so we can take our time. I grew up in Malaysia so it takes me back to my childhood. Dale has always liked Asian food so he doesn't mind the spicy meals. It's good to have a European man that isn't afraid of some heat in the air, on the plate and in bed. There is one thing that I have to keep in mind when I'm here though. Back in Sydney I stand out as quite exotic and I need to be aware of guys hitting on me continually. That's why it's good to be married so you can flick your wedding ring around subtly when guys don't take a hint. Here, I don't stand out as much and I know Dale has a thing for Asian women as well as the food. That means his eyes tend to stick out on stalks at times. He can look, but I need to keep him on a leash in case he is tempted to have a taste of something he shouldn't.

<-Dale->

I forgot how amazing it is here. The place is alive at all times of day and night and you can live in a t-shirt and shorts 24/7. All the photos you see can't prepare you for the noise and smells though. You can walk 10 metres and breathe in car fumes, frangipani, food cooking and the occasional dead animal in the gutter. Dogs here seems to have an especially rough time and even appear on the menu in the warungs. Those are local eateries that cater for 10-20 customers, usually attached to the front of the owner's house. My advice for newbies coming here - avoid the RC!

Then there are the women. Balinese women have to be the cutest in the world. No offence to the divine creature sitting across from me, but it's kind of a natural fact. They are all so neatly packaged with golden skin and those perfect slender legs. Yes, it's all about the legs again, but it's true. All the hotels and bars have girls working there in tight short skirts that show off so much. My eyes develop a life of their own here and it's all I can do to control them. I know Anita is aware of it and god knows I try hard to be good, but there's no harm looking, right? It doesn't help when we have our little secret lurking in the background adding fuel to the imagination.

<-Anita->

I should probably have never told Dale, because it's raised all sorts of unrealistic expectations.

When I was growing up boys were never allowed to spend much time around the girls. In fact, it was quite segregated, especially in senior school. The girls would go to separate schools and then spend time at home doing 'women's' chores while the boys were introduced to the men's life. Consequently, there was little or no time for mixing.

Since the girls were required to stay together, you were taught the arts of life by older girls or women. That meant grooming, health, massage and how to please your man. The latter two were often combined, but were only theory until you were old enough to practice massage in anticipation of how to please your man later in life. I would often see women grooming and massaging each other and it always happened in a quiet, controlled environment with any male presence kept very distant. Those were some of my happiest times, because the relaxed and honest conversation was a far cry from the mannered and structured interactions when both genders were present. You could be yourself around the other women.

It wasn't just about happy conversations though. When I was old enough, after my eighteenth birthday, I was given a more hands on lesson by a more experienced woman. She was a distant cousin - our grandfathers were brothers or something - so it didn't feel all that weird being naked in front of her and having her rubbing my back quite intimately. It started out as a massage instruction, but soon took on a whole new flavour. You see, I had always thought she was very pretty, and she had a confidence that made you feel very at ease around her.

Before I carry on, you need to know that I've only ever told Dale about this and no one else, so count yourself lucky. And you'll also understand why Dale has become slightly obsessed with somehow making it happen again.

My cousin is about three years older than me and is quite well endowed for a Malaysian girl. Kind of chubby I guess if you want to apply a western lens to it, but I prefer to think of it as healthy. She still has a narrow waist, graceful arms and legs and delicate fingers. At the time, she was approaching the age where she would have to start thinking about marriage, but she wasn't sure about the whole thing. It was one area where she wasn't so confident, and she didn't really trust men all that much, especially since it was more likely her future husband would be selected for her by the older ladies in the family. She still enjoyed spending time with the other girls too much to give it up just yet.

As I lay there listening to her concerns, I realised she was spending a lot of time on my lower back and my sides, up under my arms and across my shoulders. Occasionally she would rub along the sides off my breasts then slide down towards my hips. I recall her saying something like, "you need to work out the spots where men get the most pleasure. So that's around the buttocks and in the small of the back." She pressed her thumbs into the dimples above my hips to emphasise the point. "You see, just there. Does that feel nice?"

It did, and I remember giving a quiet, "Mm-hmm," in reply. Suitably encouraged she then reached for the bottle of massage oil and poured some onto each buttock before letting her hands glide around the outside to catch the little rivers that ran down. She then gently rubbed the surface of my globes and down to my groin, then further down along the back of my thighs.

"You have a very nice body," she said quietly. "You will make a man very happy one day, but you need to know your own body so you can tell him how to make you feel good."

I think you can guess where this is going. I was a bit naïve at the time, so I thought I was receiving a slightly more intimate lesson, up until she reached for the oil again and poured a little at the top of my buttocks so that it ran in a stream between my cheeks and down onto my pussy.

"Oops," she said, but I could tell it was no mistake. She slipped her fingers in between my legs and gathered up some of the oil that was running there, then started rubbing my pussy lips. I flinched, but she put her other hand on my back and said, "Relax. I'm going to show you where a man needs to give you attention. You tell me where it feels good."

I tried to relax, but the feeling of her fingers in my most intimate spaces was making me squirm and when she reached for my clit and started rubbing it I found myself pushing back against her hand, trying to make the contact stronger. Suitably encouraged, she next placed her middle finger into my pussy and started massaging me inside.

"How does that feel?" she breathed in my ear.

"It feels nice," I gasped. I could feel my orgasm building as she started nibbling on my ear and licking the back of my neck. Her finger was flicking inside me, hitting me at just the right spot and it didn't take long before I came hard on her hand, squirting out a little stream of juice, which ran down between her fingers.

I turned over and stared at her as she slowly licked her fingers, smiling at me seductively as she savoured my taste. "How was that?" she asked, her eyes locked on mine.

"That was nice," I managed to stammer. "But why did you do that?"

"Like I said, all girls need to learn how their body works. Men are easy. You just rub their back and buttocks and then stroke and suck their manhood. They usually want to rush things, so you need to get them to slow down and pay attention to your body, otherwise they will get all the joy and you will get none. If you can train a man right at the start, then you might have a happy marriage. If not, he will just use you without a second thought."

I listened as she told me this and watched as she undid her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. Then she unclasped her bra and took it off revealing her large breasts. I was transfixed by her slow and seductive movements. I imagined her on her wedding night with her husband, except this was no wedding and there were no men present. This display was for my eyes only. She got up and slipped off her skirt and panties then stood before me completely naked.

"Would you like to practice on me?" she asked.

I gaped at her feminine form. Women are pretty to look at, but I had never thought of touching another woman intimately before. Cuddling was okay, and the well-mannered kiss on the cheek was nice to receive, but touching in those most intimate places? This was totally foreign. I couldn't really say no after what she had just done to me though, so I just nodded silently.

She smiled again and picked up the bottle of oil, then she poured some over her chest and let it run down though her cleavage and over her stomach. Then she put it aside and lay over me with her glistening breasts swaying above mine, before lowering herself down and pushing our chests together, allowing her slippery skin to slide over mine. Both our nipples were hard and she made sure they slid around each other, sending surges of pleasure through my pussy and down to my toes.

We were face to face, her beautiful almond shaped eyes boring into me. I found myself reaching up and holding her waist so she didn't slip away. Our legs entwined and our pussy mounds touched. Then our lips met, and we sank into a long, gentle kiss with our tongues licking each other's lips and swirling together longingly. It felt so good having her body on top of me and my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. It didn't take long for our passion to build and we were soon rolling against each other with our pussy lips kissing and our clits rubbing together, but soon that wasn't enough and she lay me on my back before sitting up and scissoring me directly, holding on to my slick thigh as she brought both of us to orgasm.

<-Dale->

"Anita? Are you listening?"

She was miles away. I've been asking if she is ready to go and she's been off in a daydream. She was a little sheepish when she snapped out of it.

"Sorry. I think I must be tired."

"Yeah, me too. I was wondering if you were ready to head back to the hotel?"

"Yes, I think so. We've got to get up for the tour tomorrow so we'd better get some rest."

It's not even 9:00pm yet, but with the time difference between here and Sydney it's well past bed time for us. We wander slowly back to our room, taking in the pool area and the people sitting around the island bar in the middle. We look at each other in silent agreement.

"A swim might be nice before bed," she says.

"You read my mind. That water looks so nice under the party lights."

"Let's just have a quick dip. It will help us sleep."

It only takes a few minutes to walk back to our room and get changed. I just wear my swimming shorts, but Anita has a two piece bikini that she changes into before tying up her hair and taking off her jewelry. Wrapped in towels we head back.

I dive in first, breathing sharply with the initial shock before turning back and giving Anita the thumbs up. She takes off her towel and places it on a lounge chair, then walks over to the edge of the pool. Her stark white bikini stands out in sharp contrast against her beautiful brown skin, her hourglass figure filling the skimpy material generously. This is a show I've seen many times, so I glance at the guys around the bar to check out their reaction. Their expressions change from one of casual observation to one of amazement as they virtually drool at the sight of her. Yep, that's right fellas, she's gorgeous. And she's all mine.

I wait there as she swims under water towards me then I wrap my arms around her when she surfaces in front of me. I don't bother checking out the other people around the pool again - I'm only interested in feeling Anita's silky skin against me and enjoying the warm evening air. We don't stay too long, just enough to relax before we head back to the room and crash out from traveler's exhaustion.

I wake up with my usual hard on and I roll over to find Anita still sound asleep. We don't have long for breakfast as we need to be ready in the lobby to join our tour group for the day. Rather than having a morning tumble I opt for gently rouse her before getting up and getting ready. She follows sleepily. Today we are going on a trip to some off the outer islands to enjoy the sights and do a bit of snorkeling. We won't need much other than swimming gear and drinks. Anita chooses to wear her bikini under her clothes, which consist of a loose fitting cotton shirt and a wrap around skirt that leaves one side open to the air. She leaves her tight curly hair loose.

The lobby is quite busy when we get there. Anita sits down in a cane chair to check her messages while I stay standing to watch for the bus. One of the things I notice is a bright laugh coming from reception. I didn't pay too much attention at first but when it happens again I look over and notice her - one of the reception staff is helping out a new guest and is all bubbling enthusiasm and happy chatter. She doesn't look Balinese - a bit paler and with more Chinese features. Her long hair is set in curls, which really makes her stand out from the other girls behind the desk. Her bright attitude is also in contrast to the more laid back, time is meaningless approach of the locals.

I watch her off and on while we are waiting and during quiet times at the desk I notice something interesting. She keeps looking over in our direction. Well not strictly speaking our direction, more specifically in Anita's direction. Anita is still glued to her phone, but her skirt has separated so that one of her long, sexy legs has emerged and is on full display. A surreptitious glance back to the desk confirms it - the girl is definitely interested.

I move a bit closer to Anita and say in a low, calm voice, "Don't look now, but I think that girl at reception is checking you out."

Anita looks up from her phone and looks over. The girl immediately looks away. "What girl?"

"The little one with all the curls. She's been watching you while we've been waiting."

"Oh, come on Dale. You're imagining things. I thought we were here for a nice holiday, not confessions of a day tripper."

"No, I'm serious. I wasn't even thinking about that till I noticed."

Still skeptical, Anita looks at her again and notes her quick glance away when their eyes meet across the busy space.

"So what. She might just think we are a bit different. There aren't too many people like us around here."

She's right. There are a lot of families and a lot of Asian tour groups, but we are the only couple I can see, especially the only mixed race couple. But even so, I recognise attraction when I see it.

"The tour bus is a bit late, maybe you could go over there and ask her when it's coming."

Anita gives me a slightly annoyed glance, but she is also getting impatient waiting so she gets up and says, "This will be nothing."

I watch as she approaches the desk and notice the girl brightens up as she says hello. There follows a brief conversation that I can't hear, but I pay attention to the body language. The girl keeps nodding enthusiastically throughout and pushes her hair behind her ear as she leans over the desk to show Anita a brochure or something. They end their chat with a shared laugh before Anita turns and comes back. I note the girl watches her all the way over.

Anita rolls her eyes as she reaches me. "So, Sherlock, this is what I know. Her name is Putri, she speaks pretty good English and she doesn't know when the bus will arrive but confirmed we are in the right place. She is very bubbly, but that is her job, so I would put any sordid thoughts out of your mind."

"Hmm. That doesn't explain why she watched you all the way over here and is still glancing our way as we speak."

Anita looks a bit miffed by my persistence but tries a quick glance over her shoulder. She catches the girl's eye and this time they both hold their look for a second before Anita gives her a little wave. The girl seems to blush and diverts her attention to new guests approaching the desk.

"Okay, maybe she does think I'm attractive. But so do most people with a pulse, let's face it."

That makes me laugh. That's what I love about Anita - she knows exactly who she is and never seems to be fazed by anything.

It's only a few more minutes before the tour bus arrives, which pleases me, because I got Anita to make contact with a girl that finds her attractive, and irritates Anita, who realizes she didn't have to go over there and potentially make a fool of herself. "Happy now?" she says sarcastically as we get on board.

"Very," I smirk back.

That causes another round of eye rolling and a tired sounding, "You're unbelievable," in response.

Our day out is pretty spectacular so we soon put our unexpected start out of our minds. Hey, I'm not so obsessive that it would stay on my mind in the face of high speed boat rides, snorkeling among tropical fish and unbelievable picnics on white sand beaches. The sight of Anita snorkeling in her bikini is enough to knock thoughts of anyone else out of the park, let alone all the other stuff that's happening.

So we are a sleepy pair by the time we get back to the hotel in the early evening. Tomorrow we are having a day to ourselves so we are planning to set our own agenda and take things as they come. The only thing is, we will need to sort out how to get around. Most South East Asian countries have cheap transport options, and Bali in particular is geared towards helping out tourists in need. It is so easy, in fact, that we have zoned out on it. We are in a discussion about the best way to approach it as we are dropped off at the hotel when I note that our favourite receptionist is still working behind the desk, so I nod in her direction. "Maybe we should ask her if she can find a driver for us for tomorrow."

Anita notes who I'm talking about and gives me a 'not that again' look, but then thinks about it. Grudgingly, she agrees it might be a good idea and walks over, leaving me to interpret the body language again. This time their conversation is a little more detailed, but there is still plenty of opportunity for them to nod and smile together, then the girl makes a phone call. I note that she gives the occasional sly glance down to Anita's chest as she is talking, before looking back up and putting her bright smile back in place as she hangs up. There is no way I am imagining things, but I file it way for reference rather than pushing it when Anita comes back.

"So what did she say?"

"Well, she was actually really helpful. She knows a guy that she can recommend and made an arrangement for us to meet him here at 9:00 tomorrow. It's only going to cost RP250,000 for the whole day and he'll take us anywhere we want to go. How good is that?"

For those of you unfamiliar with Balinese currency, that's about $25. "Amazing. Does he have a name?"

Anita laughs. "Yes. Guess what it is."

"Wayan?" I guess, correctly, and we both laugh out loud.

Also, for those of you unfamiliar with naming conventions in Bali, all males are named after their birth order, almost like a title. Wayan means first born, so just about 20% of the men on the island are called that.

"At least we won't forget his name," she giggles as she slips her arm around my waist, leaning against me as we walk slowly back to our room. Time to get dinner at the hotel restaurant and slip into bed. It's going to be another big day tomorrow, but first I need to satisfy the sexy woman I've been lusting after all day, and I'm not talking about the cute little receptionist.

<-Anita->

I love the way Dale fucks me. He always tells me I'm the most beautiful woman he has ever seen and tells me all the things about me that turn him on while he is thrusting into me. He isn't just a one speed energizer bunny either - he mixes it up, so it's never repetitious - and he also has an exhibitionist streak that adds a bit of danger at times. I expect he will want to do it outdoors somewhere this week. That will be interesting when you think about how crowded the island is. He has just finished making me cum for the second time and has dosed off with a blissful look on his face. For some reason I'm still awake. Maybe I'll take this opportunity to tell you a bit more about how it is Dale and me came to be together, so you have a bit more understanding. On appearances it might seem a bit unlikely, he being a humble seller of pencils and rulers to schools and all, but there is a more interesting back story.

First of all - a bit more about me. My mother is Malaysian, from a successful and well-off family. I grew up in a big house with staff and all the trimmings. I have three brothers and there were always lots of aunties, uncles and cousins visiting, so it was never lonely. My father is from New Caledonia. He was a high powered figure in their national trade delegations, so he spent a lot of time travelling and working around the world. He met Mum in Kuala Lumpur and they had a whirlwind romance which led to him getting work in our family business and staying in Malaysia. I get my Asian features from my Mum and my darker skin and curly hair from my Dad. I think my curves are more likely to be from Dad's side of the family as well, as Malaysian women tend to be a little on the slight side.

It was my curves that caught Dale's eye at the school festival where we met. I had been living in Australia for less than a year. I wanted to get away from my home environment and make my own way in the world. The traditional role of subservient housewife to a man of my family's choosing really wasn't for me. Willfulness and independence are two other features I inherited from my father. So I came to Australia on a study visa and then later got employed by an event company, which allowed me to stay longer. I suspect I got the job because of my looks, but I'm good at organizing things and I soon found myself pushed up to event manager.

When I met Dale, he was working for a school supply company. He still is actually. It isn't the high point of his career. He had previously worked as an international buyer for a major Australian wholesaler, and had a similar life to my father, until Covid hit and his job was gone almost overnight. He has been rebuilding ever since.

I was looking for a fit across cultures. Moving to Australia wasn't about money, I want to experience more of the variety that a big cosmopolitan city like Sydney has to offer. An empty heart = an empty life. I watched all my Aunties following the traditional path and ending up unhappy - only interested in their children, never even mentioning their husbands. I wanted someone I could be happy with in all ways, not just financially.

Cynics might say that an easy way to get residence is to find a convenient Australian man to marry, and I'm sure a lot of people look at me with Dale and think exactly that, but when I met him I wasn't even thinking about the future, residence or anything more than getting lunch and going back to sort out the tasks for the afternoon. Dale took me by surprise by telling me my green curry selection from the food truck was a good option. He seemed to know what he was talking about, which I found interesting. He also didn't seem to be obviously hitting on me, which I found refreshing. It was a change to have a man talking to me that seemed to be genuinely interested in me, rather than just trying his luck. He seemed different and that made me curious, so we got talking and I discovered his experience as an international buyer. He had visited Kuala Lumpur several times in his travels and had even heard of our family business. He also made me laugh and seemed as much of an outsider in Australia as I did. Football and beer didn't interest him. He had a broader view of the world and a crazy streak that appealed to my wilder side. So even though we were both at a slightly silly event, we both could see the funny side of the situation and ended up having a good time. By the end of that first afternoon we had swapped numbers and the rest is, as they say, history.

I already mentioned the other side of Dale that appeals to me. His sandy brown hair and blue eyes are nice. He isn't a big man, but he is a head taller than me, and he has a fit physique that I love pressing up against. And then there is his cock. I was hooked after my first time with it. Not huge, but not small, just long enough to get both my hands around and thick enough to fill me up completely. It isn't just a blunt instrument either - Dale uses it like a musician, so sex is more like an erotic dance than huff and puff horizontal aerobics. Like I said, I love the way we fuck, and we are still as horny for each other now as we were when we first got together.

When I shared the story of my cousin's erotic massage I should have known he would run with it. I don't think it's because he wants to have a threesome, although being a man he isn't about to say no, I think he wants me to have that again so it can be part of our shared experience. The initial brief encounter was a nice taste, but I would have wanted to have done more with her, and it has left an itch that probably needs scratching. Dale occasionally brings it up and suggests potential partners in crime, but to date I haven't acted on it. If it's going to happen, I want to choose the person and the circumstances, so I was a bit irritated when he pointed out the reception girl when we are supposed to be here for a holiday, just the two of us. She has proved to be quite helpful though, so maybe it isn't all bad.

<-Dale->

We were up bright and early today. Anita was incredible last night and I crashed out almost straight away. There is something about the tropics that makes us both horny and I like it. Today we went out with Putri the reception girl's driver friend, Wayan. We said good morning to her when we arrived at reception and Anita introduced me to her. She is a little live wire - I don't know where she finds the energy to be that bubbly all day long behind that desk, dealing with self-indulgent foreigners and their first world problems.

Anita went over to a chair in the lobby and sat down to wait. I hung around looking out at the crowds and generally taking in the scene. I noted Putri watching Anita from a distance again. This morning she even managed to chew on her bottom lip as she checked out Anita's figure across the room, with her eyes slightly dreamy as if she was having a private fatntasy. It was only fleeting, but I felt a slight stirring in my shorts at the sight of it.

Wayan eventually showed up and connected with Putri at the desk. She waved us over and did the introductions. Wayan also speaks quite good English, so we worked out a rough plan for the day and got going. His car is an old Toyota, but it's well looked after. He asked for an advance so he could fill up with petrol so we obliged. Balinese are always interested in their clients and go out of their way to make them happy, but at the same time there is a business transaction going on that they don't let you forget.

Since it was our day to do what we wanted we decided to avoid the obvious tourist traps. We saw most of the temples on our first trip here, so today we wanted to go up Mount Agung to check out the view of the island, then do a bit of market browsing before ending up at a beach somewhere. Wayan was happy to oblige.

The view from Mount Agung was spectacular and we could see most of the island from the settlement at the end of the road near the top. Wayan parked away from the main crowd.

"Hawkers here very pushy," he said, "better keep a distance so you can enjoy more."

He took a few photos of us and gave us some info we probably wouldn't have got otherwise. On the way back down he took us to a local market and we had lunch in a restaurant run by his friends. Great food, nice company, we were having a good time. Afterwards Anita wanted to look at a few stalls nearby and ended up looking at some jewelry. Balinese are also incredible crafts people and there are probably more artisans per square meter here than anywhere else in the world. Wayan joined us and said quietly so as not to offend the stall owner, "These are nice, but Putri makes better."

That aroused Anita's curiosity. "Does Putri make jewelry?"

"Yes, she very good. She can't make enough to sell so she still work at the hotel for money. You should ask to see hers."

"I might do that. I want to get something unique while I'm here."

I listened in the background, liking what I was hearing.

Our last stop was a beach that locals visit more than tourists and Wayan made good with the residents to make sure we were okay to go there, then left us to it while he hung around with them and chatted. He had some useful advice for us before he left.

"Wear shoes on the beach. You see these?" He pointed to cactuses growing on the cliffs above the beach. "They drop down and put spikes in the sand."

That was good advice. We saw a few clumps of cactus plants floating in the water and took care where we lay down. It was nice though. Very quiet with gentle surf and interesting birds flying past. We lay around for a while but my plans for getting naked and skinny dipping with Anita were shelved - it wasn't totally private and eventually we called it a day and went back to Wayan. It was a great day out though. When he dropped us off it was late afternoon. We gave him the agreed fee and told him not to work about the petrol - we would pay for that as well. That made his day. It's amazing how little people live on here and how much of a difference a little gesture like that can make.

Putri was still at the desk when we walked in. Wayan went over and talked to her in Bahasa for a while before thanking us again and heading off. We went over to thank her for setting up our day.

"That's no problem!" she said happily. "Glad you had good time."

"We did," said Anita, adding a quick summary of the day, including our wander around the markets. "Wayan told us you make nice jewelry."

"Oh he did! Yes, I make some. See here?" She pushed her earrings forward so Anita could have a closer look.

"They're lovely. Do you sell them"?

"Yes, I sell some. I don't make enough for market but I sell to friends." She leaned forward so she could speak quieter. "Not supposed to sell to guests, but if you like I can show you some?"

Anita looked around conspiringly. "I don't want to get you in trouble, but yes I'd love to see some," she whispered.

"How 'bout tomorrow, I bring some to your room? I finish at 7:00 - is that too late?"

Anita looked happy. "No that's fine. I'll be there then."

She wasn't the only one, but I kept my mouth shut and privately enjoyed the feeling of growth in my shorts. I had to put my hands in my pockets to hide it. How good was this?

After saying some happy goodbyes, we walked back to our room. Anita looked at me on the way with a playfully stern look. "I know what you're thinking. Don't get your hopes up, but you will need to stay out of the way It will be better if it's just the girls checking out the jewelry without the husband being lecherous in the background."

"Hey, I'm good with that. I want you to have a good time, so I'll make myself invisible for as long as you need."

"Hmph. I bet you will. Like I say, don't get your hopes up. I just want to find some unique stuff to take home. I mean she's cute and everything, but I'm on holiday here, so let's keep things simple."

"Cool. But how about what happens in Bali, stays in Bali?"

"Dale - take it down a notch."

"Okay, okay I get it. I'll be good. I'll keep my mind out of my shorts."

She reached across and stroked my crotch as we walked. "Ha! Thought so. Looks like you're a bit late. I should have known you would have got turned on back there."

I almost felt embarrassed. "You can't blame a bloke for trying," I grinned, which got me an eye roll and a painful flick from her fingers across my dick.

"Behave," she said to end the conversation, then walked ahead up the stairs to our room.

<-Anita->

I managed to keep Dale's mind on me last night. I can tell he is as randy as hell over the prospect of me and Putri spending time together. This morning we were having breakfast by the pool when Putri walked past and waved.

"Hi 'Nita." She came over and slipped me a piece of paper.

"What's this?"

"My number. In case you change anything."

Our fingers touched as she passed it to me and I felt a little spark between us as they lingered longer than necessary. I know Dale says she is into me, but I'm trying to keep things real. That was noticeable though, and her eyes are definitely warmer when she looks at me. Less professionally bubbly and more... friendly. Yes, but also a bit more intense.

"Look forward to later" she said quietly with a smile as she went off. I just nodded and smiled back. I don't want her to get into trouble and I get the feeling she is taking a big risk.

I looked at Dale and he made a zip motion across his mouth while grinning from ear to ear. I just shook my head, but inside I was starting to feel a bit nervous.

Our day today was a quiet one. We didn't have anything planned apart from wandering around Kuta and spending time on the beach, which we did successfully. I'll admit to being a bit distracted. Every time I saw a jewelry stall in the markets I thought about what was going to happen later. Did I really want her jewelry or had Dale subconsciously got into my head and it was her I actually wanted to try on?

We had an early dinner outside the hotel so I could be back by 7:00. Dale asked me what he should do so I said to go and hang out by the pool and have a few drinks. I'd text him when we were finished.

"Okay babe," he said. "Hope you have a good time, whatever happens."

I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I doubt anything will. If I'm wrong you get bragging rights."

"And a massive hard on. If anything does happen I want a blow by blow account later on, okay?"

"Sure, whatever. I'll owe you that much. Now get."

So here I am, pacing around like a nervous teenager on her prom night.

"Get a grip," I mutter to no one as I consider how to dress. Just casual - this isn't a date. But if she is showing me dress jewelry I need to be in something nice. I don't have a huge range with me, so I settle for a nice sun dress with thin shoulder straps that stops just above the knee. I decide against a bra so it doesn't clash with the straps on the dress. We'll soon see if she is attracted when she sees my bare legs and open cleavage. The top half of my breasts are exposed, but the dress is tight enough that nothing is going to fall out.

It's now after 7:00, so she is late. About ten minutes or so. Maybe she had to back out. I'm wondering if I should text her when there is a very quiet knock at the door. I immediately feel a rush of apprehension but I shake it off and put on my welcoming smile as I open it. Putri is there with a small back pack, still in her hotel uniform, consisting of a white blouse and red skirt. She meets my eyes and smiles, but glances nervously around before coming in.

"Sorry I'm late. Had to wait until the manager was busy before I came this way. We not supposed to visit guests when we're not working."

That allows me to compose myself. "Oh, I hope it's okay. I mean you won't get into trouble will you?"

"No, don't think so. No one saw me come this way. I came around the back of the villas where no one can see."

"Okay. Come in then and relax. Can I get you a drink?"

"Just water is nice please."

"No worries. Have a seat."

Putri sits down on one of the two chairs in the room and begins fumbling in her bag. She pulls out an ornate wooden jewel box and places it under the mirror on the dresser. "These are some of my nice pieces for you. I got earrings, necklace and bangles. What would you like to see?"

"All of them I think. I could maybe get a matching set."

She smiles in satisfaction - like she knows she is onto a good thing - then takes the water from me and focusses on me fully for the first time. She takes a sip, calmly meeting my gaze. I can see a range of expressions in her eyes: curiosity, anticipation, friendliness and I guess maybe a bit of intrigue. She takes her time, testing out the feeling in the room.

"You speak Bahasa?" she asks.

"A little. I speak Malay mainly."

"Good. We can switch around."

Bahasa and Malay are similar, so we are able to make ourselves understood most of the time as we get chatting. We resort to English when we are stuck. Her jewelry really is lovely. She has a talent of combining natural elements like small shells with bright chrome and glass beads, all done in unusual arrangements and settings. It is so nice I forget my nervousness and enjoy the attention as she puts in earrings and clasps necklaces behind me, pushing my hair aside as she does. It's actually quite erotic receiving her gentle touches on my ears and neck and she occasionally comes close to my ear as she leans forward to ask what I think of them. I feel her breath every now and then and it sends a shiver through me.

With each new piece her touches become longer and more intimate. She lets her hands linger on my shoulders for a few seconds after clasping the next necklace and our eyes meet in the mirror. Her fingers are warm and soft. I can tell she isn't as interested in my opinion now as she was earlier and there is an undeniable tension developing. I can feel my nipples respond and I check in the mirror to see if they are showing. They are, prominently, through the thin fabric of the dress. Maybe having no bra wasn't such a great idea. On top of that there is a familiar tingle developing between my legs and the slight coolness of damp fabric to go with it.

Our eyes lock more and more in the mirror as the evening goes on, even when there isn't much to say. Sometimes we say nothing, and just smile at each other for longer than two relative strangers would normally allow. She has very pretty eyes, with long lashes that seem to flutter invitingly. I can see her glancing down at my cleavage every now and then.

After placing the last necklace and earring set she places her hands gently on my shoulders again and leaves them there. "Do you like these ones?" she asks.

I relax into her touch. "Yes, these are my favourites."

"I thought so. These are my best. I can give you good price for these."

I lean back into her so her chest is touching the back of my head. I'm turned on, I don't mind admitting it. As well as my nipples straining against my dress I can now definitely feel wetness leaking into my panties. It makes me wonder if her underwear are also as soaking as mine now undoubtedly are. Damn that Dale and his male intuition. I need to find out how far she will go. He's right - what happens in Bali can stay in Bali.

"I think I will buy a lot from you, but I need to stand up and stretch a bit. My neck is sore from the long driving yesterday. Tell me Putri - do you think you can give me a shoulder massage?"

I turn and face her. Her expression is a mixture of nervousness and triumph, like this is closer to what she really wants.

"I can rub your shoulder, sure. You want to sit back down?"

This is it. It's go hard or go home time. "No, I was thinking about lying on the bed. Is that going to work for you?"

She visibly gulps. "Uuh - yeah. Sounds good."

Before I go to the bed I make a side trip to the bathroom and come back with a towel and a bottle of massage oil. "Here - you can use this to make it easier."

She takes the bottle and smiles.

I move to the bed and unhook the shoulder straps from my dress, letting it fall to the floor, but I keep my back to her. I don't want to show her everything straight away. She will need to work for it. My bare back seems to be a good starting point though.

"Oh 'Nita, you are beautiful!"

"Thank you."

I stretch out lengthways on the bed with the towel underneath me and my hands under my forehead. I hear Putri gulp again as she opens the bottle, but I stop her and look back over my shoulder.

"You don't want to get oil on your uniform do you?"

She looks down at her pristine white shirt and bright red skirt. "No, I guess."

"Just take them off. It's only us here," I say, adding reassuringly, "my husband is out for the evening."

I smirk inwardly at my tactics as they seem to be paying off in spades and I watch silently as Putri unbuttons her blouse and slips off her skirt, revealing a delicate, slender body with flawless pale golden skin. She slides her blouse off her shoulders and is left in a simple white bra and panties. The only problem for her is that there is a very large damp patch visible in the crotch. I pretend not to notice, but it is definitely game on now. She is, as I suspected, as turned on as I am.

I shuffle over so she can sit beside me on the bed and relax as she applies the first drops of oil across my shoulders. Her touch is very gentle and her fingers very nimble as they find the spots I point out that need attention. It's all a ruse off course, my back is fine, but I fake some groans and moan in pleasure as she gets more deeply into it.

"That feels so good. You have magic hands. My lower back is killing me too. Do you think you can go lower?"

Of course she can. In fact she has the oil dribbling down my spine almost straight away. Just one thing needs adjusting.

"You might need to sit across me to put on the right pressure. Just there above my hips." In the exact spot my cousin started on when she seduced me all that time ago.

Putri pauses, thinking about what to do. "Where do you want me to sit?"

"Just there - on my buttocks. They will be a nice soft seat for you."

I give her a reassuring giggle and she does the same back.

"Your bottom is very nice."

"Thank you. Make yourself at home," I say, wiggling it invitingly. She giggles again, but then I feel her straddle me and the incredible softness of her inner thighs touch the lower parts of my cheeks, exposed by my fairly skimpy panties. I think about the wet patch in her own panties and feel a short dribble of juice leak from my pussy.

"You have a beautiful body 'Nita," she says as she starts running the palms of her hands up and down to spread the oil. "Where does it hurt you?"

"Just there around my waist. But wait, I don't want to get my panties all oily. Do you think you can slip them off for me?"

I can imagine the trickle of juice that she must have also shot out as her hands start to tremble slightly. She is either wildly turned on, or slightly terrified. My guess is a bit of both.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. It's no problem. We are both women - we're used to seeing other women undressed."

"Okay... lift up slightly for me if you can."

She slides off and I lift my hips off the bed. Her little thumbs loop into the waist band and I feel the cloth gliding down my thighs. The sudden exposure to the air makes me realise how wet I am. It's a good thing there is a towel underneath me. The juice is starting to run up over my clit and is heading down towards the bed. I'm not sure if she can see all this but she will feel it soon enough.

"Why don't you take off yours as well? I don't want to mess up your clothes."

I glance back and can tell she is changing from an apprehensive little creature into a horny woman. Her eyes are filled with desire. Our eyes meet and she can sense we're on the same page. Keeping them locked on me, she unclasps her bra, then firmly pulls off her panties to reveal a trimmed little pussy with puffy lips and her clit emerging from its hood. Then her bra comes off and her tiny titties are revelaled. She is so petite her tits are barely there, just little mounds topped with firm, caramel coloured nipples about the size of a $1 coin. They are perfectly tight with hard peaks protruding in my direction. Her figure is likewise gently curved, with a tiny waist and small hips. She flicks her hair back and returns to the bed.

"Putri, you are beautiful. How old are you honey?"

"I'm twenty years old," she answers, suddenly shy again.

"Well, you are a young lady, and I like young ladies touching me. Come and finish what you started. Please. I need to feel you sit on me again."

This time she says nothing, but slowly and deliberately straddles me. This time there is no holding back and she makes sure her lips kiss my bum cheek with all their soppiness. She slides around slightly, stimulating her clit, leaving a cool trail of juice behind.

"'Nita, do you like that?" she rasps, her breathing suddenly a bit ragged.

I moan approvingly, then she breaths, "How about this?"

I feel her lie down and she slides her body over my back, spreading the oil between us. The feel of her silky skin is divine. I really want to roll over and kiss her, but I stay face down so she can enjoy herself for a while. This is going to be so good it can wait.

Her mouth comes close to my ear and I feel her breathe out gently before the tip of her tongue gently licks the edge of my earlobe. This time my moan is genuine and I gasp in encouragement. "Yes, please. Do more. Rub your nipples down my back."

She kisses my cheek and obliges, sliding all the way down until her tits reach my buttocks where she finds the wet patch she left and rubs her nipple over it. The next thing I know she is back up at my ear. "Turn your head" she whispers.

I do, and come face to face with her tight little bud, hovering invitingly just inches from my lips. "Lick it."

Oh my, this girl is something else. I thought I would have to use all my powers of persuasion, but she wants this more than I do. I stick out my tongue and gently run it around her hard nub. This time she moans in pleasure and falls down beside me on the bed. I roll onto my side so we are facing each other, revealing my breasts to her for the first time. Her mouth drops open and she stares into my eyes like a kid getting the Christmas present of her dreams. "Oh my god, you are so beautiful!"

We lean in and kiss passionately. Her lips are as soft as the rest of her body and her dainty tongue writhes against mine as we devour each other. Our bodies are now tightly pressed together, legs entwined, tits mashing, her hands reaching to squeeze my buttocks as I try and position my pussy near hers. When I find the right place I roll her gently onto her back and straddle her in a scissor position.

"I'm going to make you cum now Putri," I tell her, staring into her eyes. "Are you ready to cum for me?"

She whimpers in return as our pussy lips lock in a squelching, slippery mess. I start rubbing slowly against her at first, making sure our clits are lined up, then begin moving my hips in a circular motion. For the next five minutes we grind against each other, filling the room with wet suction sounds, moans and cries of ecstasy. My tits bounce and swing like crazy. Putri massages them, stroking my nipples with her thumbs, playing with their weight. I hold her leg tight against me so our pussies stay connected, lost in the pleasure that's growing more and more intense in my clit.

When we cum, we cum together and collapse onto the bed with our bodies trembling, eyes rolled back, sweat slicking our backs and thighs. The mess between our legs extends onto our inner thighs and there are traces of froth and creamy cum juice around our pussy lips. My pussy hole is snapping open and closed uncontrollably as my body contracts.

Eventually my eyes open and I wrap her in my arms.

"That was incredible," I whisper in her ear.

She just smiles, then drops her head down to kiss my chocolate brown nipples and lick the sweat from my cleavage.

"You taste nice."

"I'm sure you do too. In fact, roll back and let me eat you."

She giggles, but obliges, spreading her legs so I can get access to her puffy pussy. Her outer lips are swollen, but her inner lips are spread like a pink flower, all soft and glistening. Her clit is protruding and her pussy hole is also pulsing open and closed. She is still feeling the aftershocks from our trib. When my tongue touches her lips she contracts, but stays stretched out. I run it around to get her used to it, then spread it flat and lick from her bum up to her clit in one long stroke, before suctioning my lips around hers and attacking her pussy hole with my tongue. She tastes divine, musky and sweet. It only takes a couple of minutes before she cums again, squirting into my mouth from beneath her hood. I do my best to catch it all but some spills out the sides and I have to chase it down over her bum cheeks. I lick her clean, then go up to kiss her so she can taste herself.

"Will you do that for me?" I ask, staring deep into her eyes.

She says nothing, but gives me a wicked grin and goes down on me, keeping eye contact all the way, no questions asked. Her licking is a bit more frantic than mine, but it has the same effect. She gets my body tingling with pleasure, from my pussy to my toes, and I hold the back of her head in place while I shoot out a pussy ejaculation of my own for her to catch.

When she comes back up she looks spent, so we lie there for a while, stroking each other's bodies.

We must have nodded off because the next thing I know I hear a startled cry from her and she sits up on edge the bed. "It's nearly nine," she says, obviously stressed.

"Oh shit" I answer, suddenly remembering poor Dale staying out of the way somewhere.

Putri looks worried.

"What's the matter baby?" I ask, feeling suddenly maternal.

"The night staff are on. I shouldn't be here this late. If they see me leave they will tell the manager I was with guests."

Oh crap - this is getting complicated. I switch into problem solver mode. She might have to stay here. The bed is big enough. I'm sure Dale won't mind, but that doesn't mean he will be getting any. I pull out my phone and check for messages. There is one from the man himself sent about 8:20. "How's it going?" with a questioning emoji.

I quickly type a reply. "Went well. You were right - she is a horny little thing. We fell asleep but now she can't leave in case she gets spotted. Can she stay with us tonight? Don't get any funny ideas, I think she is a lesbian."

There is a short wait before I get a series of grinning emojis and a high five.

"So does that mean she can stay?" I type.

I get a thumbs up and a kiss. Hopefully the kiss is intended for me.

"Putri, it's okay. My husband says you can stay with us for the night."

She looks even more stressed. "But there's only this bed!"

I look it over. It's like an aircraft carrier - a super king or something. Her tiny frame will barely be noticed. "I think it's big enough for three. I'll sleep beside you and my husband can have that side."

"What will we tell him?"

"About us? Um... I need to tell you something sweetie... this was all his idea."

She looks stunned as that sinks in, but all she can manage is, "What do you mean?'

"He thought you liked me, and he likes me having fun with other girls, so he said he was cool with you coming over. Don't be upset - I wanted it too, but I needed him to agree to stay away in case he frightened you."

"He will! I mean he does! I mean I don't really like men! They're mean."

I walk over and cuddle her. She is trembling. Oh boy, talk about a come down. "It's okay, he won't bite. He is really nice. And he will do as I say. I won't let him touch you."

She calms down a bit. "Where is he?"

"Downstairs. He's on his way back now," I tell her gently.

She puts her hand to her mouth as if stifling a scream, and cuddles back into me. Then she realizes we are both naked and rushes around picking up her clothes before quickly getting dressed. I do the same, a little less frantically. Damn my panties are wet. Just then I hear the door unlock and Dale comes in, looking as horny as fuck. Then he catches sight of the pair of us and stops, confused.

"She's frightened," I mouth to him.

He gets the hint and slows down. "Hello Putri," he says sweetly. "I'm glad you had a good time with Anita. She's nice isn't she?"

Putri turns and stares at him, still confused and possibly even a bit annoyed. "You mean you don't mind me here?"

"No, it's all good. What makes Anita happy makes me happy. And you make her happy."

I nod at him reassuringly but in a way that says, 'don't overdo it'. He raises his eyebrows, taking the hint.

"So, you need to stay with us tonight?" he adds. "That's okay. The last thing we want is for you to get into trouble. The bed is huge so there's a heap of room for all of us. Have you eaten? How about I go down to the restaurant and bring us up a snack."

Putri looks incredibly bewildered, but at least she has calmed down. She nods shyly and even manages a little smile.

<-Dale->

What the actual fuck! This is flat out bizarre. One minute I was sitting by the pool, twitching at every beep on my phone like an expectant father, the next thing I'm catering for an unexpected house guest that just fucked my wife. Admittedly at my instigation, but even so... can this get any weirder? I didn't actually think our cute friend would go that far tonight, let alone need to sleep over.

I went and got a take away from the restaurant and brought it back to the room, where Putri devoured it. They must have worked up an appetite. I can't wait to get the download from Anita, but now I've got to be a good host and stay away from our hot little roommate because she's only interested in pussy. I didn't see that coming. I figured she must be bi. What the hell, if it worked out okay for my babe it's fine. Now at least we have proved she can get another girl in bed with her if she wants to.

As you can see, I'm a bit mixed up by this whole turn of events, but after an awkward meal, where having a normal conversation was extremely difficult, I decided to get into bed and wait for the ladies to join me. Anita and Putri did most of the talking actually, in Bahasa and Malay, so I've got no idea what they were saying, but everything seemed okay when they emerged from the bathroom and came to bed. They both have big night shirts on - Putri borrowed one from Anita - so it all seemed very normal when they slid in beside me, with Anita in the middle shielding me from our now very shy guest.

I managed to get some sleep, despite the weirdness, but now I'm awake. It's the small hours and subdued noises are coming from the other side of the bed. Wet noises. Kissing noises. Surely not! I don't want to startle them, so I slyly position myself so I'm able to see them in the half light of the room. The moon is streaming in through the high windows and in the steely blue light I can see Anita holding Putri close and peppering her with soft kisses. They occasionally break off and whispered in each other's ear. There are also occasional giggles. Things are on the up, and so is my dick.

I keep still, pretending to be asleep so I can keep spying. It isn't long before I also hear quiet moans and sharp breaths. Not only are they kissing, I think they are also fingering each other. Putri has her eyes closed and her mouth partially open. She is lost in the pleasure Anita is giving her. Okay, it's official - Bali is the coolest pace in the world! It soon becomes too much and watching just isn't enough, I need to be a part of it, so I roll gently over and put my hand on Anita's hip. That causes her to jump, which startles Putri. Anita looks over her shoulder at me.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough. You two look like you are enjoying yourselves."

Putri looks concerned again and cuddles in close to Anita. I need to put her mind at rest.

"It's okay, I was enjoying watching you both. You can keep going."

Anita puts her hand up to my cheek and pulls me towards her. "You know what, my peeping Tom," she says, "I think we will carry on, but I'm so horny I need you inside me too."

With that, she slips her night shirt over her head so she is naked, then pushes her bum towards me so I can enter her from behind. She doesn't have to ask twice. I position myself and I'm surprised at how easily I slip inside her. She is wetter than I can ever remember - whatever Putri was doing to her, it was working. I keep my hand on her hip and begin slowly pumping into her. Anita kisses me and turns back to her playmate, kissing her on the lips, then gently guides her down towards her tits. Putri still looks concerned, but doesn't resist and takes her hint. She begins licking and sucking on Anita's nipples as I pump into her from behind. That is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I know how much Anita loves her tits being played with so I know how turned on she will be by this dual attention. Sure enough, it doesn't take long before I feel her start to quiver, and she explodes in an earth-shattering orgasm, putting her face into her pillow to muffle her screams.

I keep myself inside her, enjoying her contractions around my shaft and the sudden flood of juice running onto my balls. When she goes limp I look over at Putri, who is watching in wonder, waiting for Anita to come out of her blissed state. She gently strokes Anita's cheek and pushes her sweat matted hair back from her forehead, then looks over and meets my eyes uncertainly. I give her a reassuring smile.

After what seems like ages, Anita opens her eyes and looks back at me. "Was that good?" she asks dreamily.

"That was the horniest thing ever. You haven't cum like that for ages."

"Hmmm... it was nice." She looks back to Putri. "Thank you - you are so sweet when you make love to me."

Putri gives her a gentle smile, but she can sense Anita isn't ready for sleep just yet. "Do you want your husband now?" she asks innocently.

I think she is asking if Anita wants to have sex with me alone, but Anita has other ideas. "Yeah, I want my husband." She pauses for effect. "But I wonder if you might want to share his cock first?"

Putri looks concerned again. She is adorable when she is worried. "But won't that be cheating?"

Anita laughs out loud. "It can't be cheating when I'm lying here watching!"

Putri isn't convinced and her eyes grow wide. She looks over to me, silently asking if it's okay, so I say, "It's fine by me. If you want to. Anita says it's okay, but it's up to you. I don't want to put you under pressure."

"It's just... I only had boys when I was younger and they weren't nice. They laughed about me after. I don't know I'm what you want."

Several pennies drop at once. That's why she doesn't want to be with men. Some jerks used her and ruined her confidence. I can help with that. I reach over and stroke her hair. "Putri, you are so pretty. I will be the one who isn't good enough for you. I don't deserve all this."

Anita pats my leg under the sheet in approval.

My kind words have the desired effect and Putri relaxes a little, absent mindedly pushing back her hair. "Okay. I guess. Are you sure 'Nita?"

Anita just nods and lies back on her pillow to make herself comfortable, pushing the sheet off us so we are free to move around.

I take off my shirt and get out of bed so I can go around to her side. Putri shyly pulls off her night shirt and I can see her petite little body for the first time. She is so slender and lithe. Tiny little titties with prominent nipples, all hard and expectant. She lies back waiting for me to get on top, but I have a better idea.

"I think it might be nice if you face Anita so she can help you, like we did just before."

Anita nods in agreement and Putri looks happy with the idea. She rolls over and gets up so she is straddling Anita with her slim bum facing me. She has very tight buttocks with only a tiny waist, like a miniature hourglass. Her pussy lips are prominent, so my target is easy to find in the pale light. I get up behind her with my legs in between Anita's and place myself in position. She is sopping wet as well and my head slides easily up to her entrance. I pause there to make sure everything is okay. Anita is kissing her neck and has her hands around her waist, holding her in position for me.

"Okay?" I ask.

"Okay," she replies nervously.

I slip my head inside her hole and pause so she could get used to the size. She flinches, but then I feel her relax, so I push in further, giving her about half of my length. She lets out a short yelp so I stop. She is unbelievably tight, but also so slippery that I can still move easily. I'm not sure how deep I should go, so I pull back far enough that my head stays just inside her, then push back in gently. I repeat that a few times until I'm sure she can take it, then begin pushing in deeper, building up a rhythm. Her tightness is incredible and I can tell I've gone as far as I can without really stretching her. I'm not sure if she is enjoying it that much because she's letting out a lot of short screams that sound like she's in pain, but also lots of short gasps and moans that say otherwise. I hope the neighbours are heavy sleepers because it all sounds very loud in the stillness of the night.

Anita keeps up her attention on her neck and slides down to lick her nipples, stroking her back and gliding her hand over her bum cheeks to squeeze them as I pump in and out. I keep it up until I can feel my own pressure building. The last thing I want is to cum inside her, so when I think she's had enough I pull out and let her lie down beside Anita. Anita smiles up and lets me get above. She is so ready for it. Her pussy opens up, and I relax into a more intense pace with her while Putri watches in a mixture of relief and fascination. I cum, and fill Anita with a massive load that spills out and slides down between her sleek round ass cheeks.

All three of us collapse - Putri in Anita's arms, me spooning Anita - and crash out in the moonlight.

<-Anita->

I wake up to the sound of the shower running and realise someone is missing. Dale is asleep behind me, and he still has a hard on, which I imagine he will be maintaining for most of the day. I unwrap myself from his arms and pad across to the bathroom. I'm still naked so I creep in and walk over to the shower, where Putri is rinsing off her hair. Without saying anything I walk in behind her and put my arms around her waist. She gives a startled cry, then realises who it is and relaxes into me.

"You weren't going to sneak off were you?" I purr in her ear.

She giggles and pushes her bum into me. "No, of course. I need to get ready for work."

"Aah! That's alright then."

I spin her around and we kiss under the hot water. God, she gets me horny. I'm ready to go again.

"I don't have long," she says and turns to rinse off the rest of her petite body. She must only be five feet tall. I'm five feet five and she is nearly a head shorter than me.

"That's a shame. I'll come and visit you after breakfast. I need to pay you for your jewelry. How much do you want for everything you showed me?"

"You want everything?"

"Yes, I love it. I can't choose, so I'll buy the lot."

She giggles happily. "Wow, you are a great friend. I'll make you a deal. How about 1.5 juta?"

That's about $150. That's a bargain. "Not enough. I'll give you more. It will be a surprise."

She smiles again and turns off the water. I step out and leave her to get dressed. When I get back to the bedroom Dale is awake.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, Putri has to go to work so she's in there getting ready. I need to go to a money changer to get some cash to pay for her jewelry. We'll do that after breakfast before we go anywhere else."

The morning feels amazingly normal despite everything that's happened. You know - 'oh I need to pay the girl we both fucked last night for her stuff'. What happens in Bali...

Putri emerges from the bathroom fully clothed but without make up. She is naturally pretty. She says good morning to Dale, then there is an awkward pause before she says, "Thank you for letting me stay. I love you two."

Dale and me laugh kindly, then wish her well for her day behind the desk. I see her out and close the door. When I turn around Dale is standing in front of me naked, with a hard on for the ages.

"Okay" he says, "Spill! I need to know everything in technicolour detail. And we need to be in bed when you do it!"

So I do, and then we have very passionate sex for an hour or so while I go over the details again. Then we realise we are hungry and go out for breakfast before heading to a local currency exchange so I can get the cash I need.

I wave to Putri as we go through the lobby, but she is tied up with a customer. She is waiting at the desk when we get back. "Good morning," I say innocently.

She smiles back equally innocently, playing the game. "Good morning Ma'am. Did you sleep well?"

"Not really, I had a busy night, but it was good. Well worth losing sleep over."

"That's good. Remember I am here to help any time you need me."

I drop the act momentarily and lower my voice. "Was everything okay with your manager this morning?"

She leans forward slightly. "Yes, he doesn't know anything. I snuck in the back way and waited until the night girl was distracted before I came in. She was surprised to see me standing here, but I told her she was too busy to notice me come by."

We both giggle conspiringly.

"Here - this is for you," I say as I pass her the envelope containing the cash.

She looks in and does a rough count, then her eyes go wide and she puts her hand over her mouth. "'Nita! This is 2 juta!"

"And it's still cheap. I love your stuff, so it's worth every rupiah."

I can tell she wants to hug me, but she maintains her professional stance. Her eyes are tearing up though. That kind of money is easily two weeks wages for her.

"You are so kind!" she says, then thinks for a moment before adding in a hushed voice, "You are coming to my house for dinner tonight and I will make you something special - food and earrings! How does that sound?"

"Sounds good! When do you finish tonight? We will meet you here."

"I finish at 7:00 again, but let's meet past the warung next door. I don't want to be seen walking out with you, you know?

"Okay - whatever is best. See you then. We will look forward to it."

Wow, her manager must be a bastard not letting staff associate in any way with the customers, but that's the way here. It goes both ways - some guests might exploit the staff as much as the staff exploit the guests. In our case it's neither, and it's nice she wants to take us to her house.

<-Dale->

Going out and doing tourist things seems like a come down after yesterday, but we go with the flow and have a good time despite it. Both of us are looking forward to meeting up with Putri again and we pick up some stuff to take with us from the market. I've developed a taste for star fruit and Anita loves mangoes. Alcohol isn't something you can buy easily and she might not even drink, and chocolate melts so it's a messy option. This isn't a Sydney barbeque we are going to.

As for what to wear - well I'm easy. Clean t-short and shorts. Job done. Anita ponders over her limited wardrobe. It isn't a date, not really, and it isn't exactly formal, which is good because we haven't got any flash clothes with us, so she settles for a white dress with lace panels down the side and colourful trim she bought in the market. It is quite short, so it shows plenty of her beautiful long legs. Once made up with some of Putri's jewelry she looks like a goddess. I feel like fucking her on the spot, but that will make us late.

Putri is still busy when we pass through the lobby, but she manages a quick wave. We walk the short distance to the neighbouring warung and get a couple of drinks, then sit at a table outside, fending off the hawkers and enjoying the early evening breeze. It feels like night time when Putri comes by about half an hour later, puffing slightly.

"Sorry I'm late - I needed to pick up some things first. Are you ready?"

"Sure, we're in your hands," Anita says. "How far is your place from here?"

"Not far, but we need to take a bemo. This way."

A bemo is a little mini-bus the locals use to get around. Usually about 8-12 seats, with air conditioning provided by opening a window, assuming they work. Not the sort of thing a couple of obvious tourists would be getting into. Putri leads us down to the corner and talks to one of the drivers standing around smoking. He points to his ride. They don't go until they are full, so we wait inside on the hard seats for a few minutes while the rest of the passengers rock up.

Eventually we get going. The other passengers seem unfazed by our presence, although the men fully check out Anita when they get in, but soon revert to their Balinese cool. A dozen or so people in a hot minibus isn't the most comfortable experience, especially with a stranger crammed up next to you. We're lucky it's the evening - these things would be killers during the day. I'm sitting behind the driver facing the back, across from Putri and Anita, who are together on the opposite seat facing me. It's amazing how interesting people's footwear and t-shirt slogans are on a journey like this, but I gaze most of the time at my two companions who are doing their best to be cool with each other. Putri's hotel uniform looks starched and white in the grime of the bemo and her red skirt has ridden up, despite her attempts at modesty by pulling at the hem to keep it down. Her bare legs are pushed hard up against Anita's and I can see no effort on their part to keep them separate. On top of that they are discreetly holding hands on Anita's lap behind the bag we have brought containing our desert fruits. Putri occasionally whispers in her ear above the noise of the engine when they pass something interesting and I swear she even kissed her there a couple of times.

We established that Putri lives in Sanur, which neighbours Kuta, and is where the airport is located. It's about a twenty minute ride to get there through look-alike streets that are well off the tourist map. Scooter garages with oily young mechanics at work under single white fluorescent lights, craft warehouses overflowing with wooden artefacts all wrapped up on pallets, and less obvious buildings that could be anything all pass by the window. Eventually Putri calls out to the driver to stop and we disembark into the dimly lit neighbourhood. Putri leads us off and we walk a short distance past some late-night stalls and a local warung before she turns off and we walk down an even more dimly lit alley. A couple of mangy old dogs bark at us as we pass the gates of the houses that line it and we stop about halfway down.

"This is where I live," she announces as she opens a metal gate and we step into a small courtyard with what appear to be four apartments around it. A little bat skims through the branches of the tree in the centre of the yard and I duck as it passes. Anita giggles at my cowardice. I forget that this is will all be very familiar to her. I'm the odd one out here.

Putri unlocks the door and flicks on the light to reveal her tiny two room home. The main room has a small table and a bed/couch and also contains the kitchen bench and stove top. The other room is hers, and it contains a single bed and a work bench with all her craft equipment. The whole place is very tidy, with a place for everything and everything in its place.

We established during the bemo ride that she shares it with her older sister, who is away at the moment visiting their parents in the east of the island.

"Have a sit down," she says and points to the couch, "dinner won't be long."

I take a seat while the two ladies work away using the meagre facilities, but it really only takes about twenty minutes for them to be ready. Putri serves up a minor feast of satay sticks, rice puffs and a beef curry that is nice and spicy without being mind-blowingly hot. There is bottled tea to drink. I note there isn't a fridge or any air conditioning. The only relief from the heat comes from a small wall-mounted fan. We are occasionally interrupted by some of the little geckos called cicaks that occupy most of the buildings here and which chatter like sparrows. They climb up the walls and live behind the curtains. Everyone ignores them - they are there to eat up the bugs. Outside there is the noise of distant traffic and dogs barking, and occasionally less identifiable bird noises.

Putri has a TV on the wall that she puts on mute, so I watch the local programmes while the girls chat way in a mixture of Bahasa and Malay. Anita stops to ask me a few things in English so I can join in, but mostly I'm just happy to be there. We establish that Putri is from Manado, which is in the central part of Indonesia near the Philippines. That explains her lighter skin tone and her different sounding accent. Her family came here a few years ago looking for a new life and to avoid some of the political tensions that exist there. Her parents are still young and her father drives a truck for one of the shipping companies that work between Bali and the neighbouring island of Lombok. Despite this humble background she can speak three languages and her work at the hotel has given her a knowledge of the world that would put most Australians to shame. She is a smart, clever and talented young woman. A real dark horse.

After dinner we go into her room so she can make Anita a bespoke pair of earrings. I lie on Putri's bed and watch while they work away. Her equipment is simple, but she knows it inside out and uses a mounted drill press, magnifying glass and tiny tweezers to thread beads and shells into amazingly intricate arrangements. She uses a little gas burner and a crucible to melt metal and glass to drop into a tin can filled with water to make unique beads and balls, all from recycled bottles and old motorbike trim. She is also very handy with a soldering rod. It's amazing how entertaining it is watching her work while she and Anita chat away. When you don't understand the spoken language you read the body language to understand what's going on, and the chemistry between them is lovely. Anita looks amazing in her white lace, albeit slightly overdressed for the surroundings, and I can tell Putri is totally smitten by her, putting together a masterpiece for her new favourite customer.

It takes more than an hour, and I alternate spectating with checking through my phone and listening to the chirping of the cicaks on the wall. The night air comes in through her window, which just has a fine mesh over it with no glass, bringing with it the smell of wood smoke and food cooking somewhere. The city is quieter now and I think I can even hear the distant sound of waves on the beach. There is also the regular roar of a plane landing or taking off at the airport.

I'm snapped out of it by Anita turning around and asking, "What do you think?"

She is wearing Putri's creations - more than just earrings, she has also put together a matching necklace in the time they have been working. They look stunning against Anita's skin, all gold and chrome beads with natural bright orange and red shells interlinked between them in an intricate matrix.

"Wow! They are amazing," is the best I can offer, but it seems to be enough.

They both look happy with the results. Anita gives Putri a big hug and they kiss each other on the lips before hugging again. Then Putri steps away and gives Anita a mischievous look, to which Anita nods in reply. They seem to have been planning something amongst their conversation because Anita swings her chair around to face me while Putri advances towards the bed.

"I think Dale needs a reward for being so patient," Putri says coyly.

I put my phone aside and watch as she undoes her blouse and steps out of her skirt. Her bra and panties go quickly, and she is suddenly completely naked in front of me. I glance back at Anita, who is calmly watching with an affirming expression.

I like where this is going. I quickly remove my shirt while Putri helps me slip out of my shorts. Then there is nothing but my underwear standing between my now suddenly erect penis and my pretty little host. They don't stay on for long. I get comfortable as she straddles me, and uses her nimble fingers to position my head at the entrance to her pussy. The nervous girl from the night before has vanished and in her place is a bolder young woman. She slides down my shaft and shuts her eyes as I stretch her, concentrating on taking as much of me inside her as she can. Once I have almost my entire length inside, she squats on her feet and starts pumping her body up and down my now rock hard cock. This evening has suddenly got surreal, so I look over at Anita, who is still passively enjoying the show. Our eyes meet and she smiles benignly in approval. It's an odd thing to say, but at that moment, with this cute young woman riding my dick, the bond I have with my wife has never felt stronger.

Putri's eyes open and I look up to meet them as she licks her lips and puts more effort in. She is getting good at this and the sight off her pert little titties jiggling above me gets me throbbing inside her. Her hair has come loose and it is now sticking to her neck as the sweat starts to glisten on her skin. The heat in the room has increased considerably and I'm sweating buckets as well. Anita, amazingly, still looks as fresh as a daisy in her pristine white dress, although there is now a glow to her skin which is more likely from arousal than the pressure cooker atmosphere.

The slapping sound of Putri's thighs against my skin fills the room along with her grunts and gasps as she puts all her effort into pleasuring me. I can feel myself building up for a volcanic explosion, which I need to keep a lid on, but I don't want to break her mojo just yet. It's a fine balancing act - I want her to cum for me, but I don't want to cum myself. It's a close run thing, but she manages to get there first, in what I think must be her first ever orgasm with a man. Her face twists into a mixture of joy and exhaustion and her eyes shut again as she collapses onto my chest in a quivering heap. I immediately pull out to keep myself off the boil, but the head of my penis is aching for release. It won't take much to get me off.

Anita realises my predicament and comes over to join us on the small single bed. She undoes her dress and slips it off, then erotically removes her bra and panties while Putri slowly recovers on my chest. None of this is helping. She sits down beside us and strokes Putri's bum while she leans over her to kiss me.

"I think we both need to help Dale now Putri," she purrs as she slides down towards the end of the mattress. Putri pushes herself up and follows, so they are on either side of me, right by the head of my throbbing member.

Anita puts her finger under Putri's chin and turns her face towards her. They share a quick but passionate kiss above me, then Anita guides Putri to my shaft while she extends her tongue and licks around the circumference of my helmet, extracting a long string of pre-cum as she does. Oh my god it feels good having two soft, warm tongues sliding up and down my cock. They mix it up by kissing every few strokes, then resume my exquisite torture. It only takes a couple of minutes of this treatment before I'm ready to burst and I groan out to them that I'm cumming. Anita takes up a position at the tip of my rod, ready to receive my load and motions for Putri to join her. Anita expertly tickles my balls and I unload a long stream of cum into the air between them, which gets tangled in Anita's hair and splashes down on Putri's cheek.

Anita giggles as Putri pulls back in amazement, wiping her cheek, her wide eyes staring at my still hard cock.

"Did you have to shoot in my hair?" Anita scolds in mock annoyance.

I have no words at this point, so I just give her a dumb-ass shrug, which makes her laugh even louder.

"Okay mister, you've had your fun, now it's our turn. Move it over."

I sit back against the wall at the top of the bed while Anita pulls Putri down onto the mattress with her. She's turned into a young cougar and she wants her cub.

"I need to give you something for those amazing creations tonight. I want you to lie back and enjoy this," she half purrs, half growls.

Putri's eyes are still wide open, but she lets out a joyful giggle as Anita rolls her onto her back and pushes her legs up, her eyes locked on her prey.

From where I'm stationed, I can see down Putri's body into Anita's face as she goes down and licks the lips beside Putri's prominent clit. Anita's expression is intense and she locks eyes with Putri as she swirls long deep strokes around her sensitive folds, eventually settling around her hood where she locks her lips in suction and starts to drive Putri mad with lust. I'm not content with being a spectator so I gently massage Putri's tits and stroke her nipples to add to the sensations shooting into her pussy. There is a lot of slurping and sucking coming from her groin and Putri clamps her thighs around Anita's neck so she can't escape, while she screams and moans in delight. She really is a noisy little thing and this time I'm sure the neighbours will catch wind of what's going on if she keeps it up.

Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on where you are sitting), Putri cums quickly and her convulsing body shudders while Anita continues to give her soft soothing kisses on her inner thighs. I stroke her hair and kiss her ear while she recovers.

That only leaves one of us unsatisfied.

I reach down and push Anita's hair back from her face so I can look her in the eye. She knows what I want to do and sits up, leaving Putri's still gently spasming body behind. I've never wanted to fuck her as much as I do right now. I want to do it missionary so I can look her in the eye, but there's no need to disturb Putri just yet, so we silently agree to do it doggy style at the end of the bed with me standing on the floor behind her. I'm already semi-hard again, but the sight of her perfect peachy ass and long silky thighs gets me all the way up.

"Fuck me Dale. I need it right now. Do me hard."

No argument from me. Her lips are swollen and her hole is wide open, waiting to be filled. She is so wet I can see it spread all over her groin. I slip my head into position and easily push my way in, immediately launching into a powerful rhythm that has her pushed up against the wall. I can see her tits swaying as she rocks back and forward against me with one leg on the floor for balance. For the moment I've forgotten about Putri. This is all I want to do.

For her part, Putri is happy to be a spectator, gazing longingly at Anita's body as she builds toward her orgasm, but that soon changes and she agilely slides under her so she is beneath her breasts, licking and sucking on her rock hard nipples, adding more fuel to the fire.

That's all it takes for Anita to explode and she also screams the house down as she collapses in a heap against the wall, body shuddering, pussy contracting tight around my cock. I fall down with her and all three of us end up in a sweaty, satiated heap at the foot of the bed.

I'm the first to unravel and I slide up to the head of the bed, allowing Putri to emerge from underneath Anita's still contracting body. She kneels in between us with a satisfied, but mischievous look on her face. I wonder what's on her mind.

"Are you okay Putri?" I ask innocently.

"Yes! I mean, that was amazing. I'm glad you weren't as strong with me. I think I would break!"

She has a point. When Anita and me go for it, it can be pretty intense. The fact that Anita is only just coming around now proves that. Her eyes open and she rolls on her back gazing at us, so I ask her the same question.

"Uh-huh. More than alright. I needed that."

For a while we just lie there, complimenting and teasing each other on our sexual performance, as if three people sitting around naked on a single bed in the middle of an obscure part of an Asian city is all in a day's work. Eventually someone has to join the dots and pull us back to reality, and in this case that someone is me.

"We'll need to think about how to get back to the hotel soon."

"Why, what time is it?" Anita asks sleepily.

I check my phone. "Nearly 10:00."

"Oh, I didn't realise it had got so late. How will we do that Putri?"

At this point Putri looks a little coy. "It might be too late now. No bemos at night and it's hard getting a taxi around here late too. Maybe you need to stay here tonight."

I let that sink in. The little minx! I bet she planned this. She doesn't look concerned about having unexpected houseguests.

Anita doesn't look fazed either and hums, "Oh well, at least we don't need to get dressed."

The image of our large comfortable hotel bed in our comfortable air conditioned room leaps into my mind. My desolation must show.

"Aw, come on Dale. You can have the bigger bed next door. Putri and me will squash up in here."

I bet they will! Putri looks very happy with that idea. It's a done deal. At least I get the room with the fan. I wipe sweat off my forehead. I need to wash my face.

"Okay doke. If that's the only option. So where is your bathroom, Putri?"

"We share with the other apartments. You will need to get dressed. It's in the courtyard outside."

Seriously? Now our large hotel bathroom and a pile of clean linen leaps into my mind. "I see. Can I borrow a towel?"

Putri gives a little giggle and hurriedly throws on a t-shirt and sarong. She comes up with a towel and a metal fly swat.

I look puzzled. "What's that for?"

"For cockroaches. They like hanging around the water."

I'm not sure if she is taking the piss or not, but it makes me laugh. I'm an Aussie. We have the scariest species of everything at home. A couple of roaches aren't about to freak me out. "Thanks, but I think I'll be okay."

The bathroom is everything I expected and less. There isn't a flushing toilet and you need to use a plastic scoop to ladle water from a big tank to flush the thing. There aren't any roaches visible but there are a couple of spiders in the rafters that wouldn't look out of place back home. At least there is running water. Cold running water, but that's what I need at the moment.

Feeling a lot more alert, I head back and get ready for bed, such as it is. Tomorrow is our last full day before we fly out and we'll need to get up early to make it back to the hotel in time for Putri to go to work. Putri and Anita are waiting their turn for the bathroom, so I warn them about the spiders. It doesn't faze either of them.

"They are our pets," Putri jokes. "Even the cicaks avoid them."

I just grab a light sheet from Putri to cover myself and decide to sleep as nature intended. It's too hot for any clothing. I note the ladies do the same. They are chatting away next door as I lie down and get comfortable. The sofa in the main room is at least big enough for me to stretch out so it could be worse. I'll leave the fan going, even though it isn't doing much. It moves a little bit of air around so it's better than nothing. Anita comes in and gives me a goodnight kiss. A nice one that leaves me missing her. Putri's got the best deal by far for the rest of the night.

I'm not sure how, but I must have dosed off despite the heat and the solid bed. It's still and dark in the small hours, with just the TV stand by lighting the room, but something has disturbed me. Then I hear it again, clearer this time. A soft pant, followed by a low moan. It's just like yesterday- the girls are playing next door! Maybe like yesterday they won't mind me watching, so I get out of bed as quietly as I can and tiptoe to the open doorway. It's dark in their room with only the LED of a battery charger throwing a soft green light on the bed. That helps me adjust my eyes to the gloom.

The first thing I notice are Anita's legs (let's face it - I would be able to spot them from the moon) pulled up and spread out wide. The next thing I notice is the back of Putri's head in between them. I can see Putri's back and a pair of arms wrapped around her hips. They are locked in a 69, totally oblivious to my voyeurism. I can't see a lot, but I can tell Putri is attacking Anita's clit with rapid licks, mixed with long savouring strokes along the length of her lips. The mixture is causing Anita to squirm in delight. What she is doing at the other end isn't clear, but Putri has to take frequent breaks so she can let out some soft little gasps of pleasure.

Needless to say, I'm hard in a matter of seconds. The show is so good I need some relief, so I start to whack my shaft in time with the action. That's okay, but it isn't the real thing. After a while I have to abandon my position and slink back to my lonely sofa, where I lie back in frustration listening to the action next door and the distant noises of the night.

I don't know how long I was lying there dozing frustratedly, but I'm suddenly aware of someone coming into the room. In the low light I can just make out the unmistakable form of my naked wife, as she slips into the sheet beside me, wrapping her arms across my chest and her leg over mine. She kisses me then whispers, "Did you enjoy the show?"

She must have a sixth sense for me or something. "How did you know I was watching?"

She laughs quietly in my ear. "Your footsteps aren't exactly light, even when you try to sneak. I heard you get out of bed."

"This place must be made of paper or something."

"Near enough. I told Putri to get some sleep so I could come through with you for a while."

"Good. I was missing you. Especially after that."

Her hand moves down to my still-hard cock. "So I see. Let me help you with that now I'm here."

She whips away the sheet and straddles me. I can see the outline of her beautiful curves in the pale light of the room and that makes me throb as she places my head at her entrance and slides seductively down my length before rising back up then going harder and faster. She is as wet as she was last night and her lips are a soft cushion against my hard rod. She leans forward so her gorgeous globes are hanging near my face. Never mind starfruit and mangoes - those are the tropical fruits I want the most. I reach out with my tongue and start working on her nipples and licking the underside of her tits, then she lies down on me so she can breathe in my ear, still grinding on me with her hips. We whisper back and forth in short rasps.

"How's that?"

"That's so good baby!"

"You are so succulent - Putri must be doing something right."

"She's a fast learner. I love the way she licks my pussy."

"I think I do too."

"You don't mind?"

"Hell no. If she gets you off that's all good by me. I've had a couple of bonus fucks as well - you don't mind that?"

"No babe - I know you want me the most. That's all I need to know."

With that she lifts back up and with a couple more powerful strokes she cums on top of me, her pussy contracting again. She lets out a louder moan and that gets me off. I cum inside her and we lie there panting in the heat with the fan blowing cool air over our sweating bodies.

"Hmmm - that was nice," she murmurs. "I think I'll stay here with you. I'm too tired to move now."

That sounds good. I need to feel her soft curves next to me so I can get some sleep myself. That works out fine for a while but the two of us are too big for the sofa and Anita eventually decides she needs to stretch out.

"I'm going to go back and spoon with Putri till we get up. Can't be long now."

I suspect she wants to do a little bit more than spooning but I let her go. "Okay - you'll have to make the most of it before we leave. It isn't long now."

"Yeah, I know. This has been a nice little twist to our holiday, I never saw any of this coming." She pads back into the bedroom and I listen to them giggle as they cuddle back up together.

I must have fallen asleep after that.

I wake to the sound of movement nearby and open my eyes to see Putri already dressed in her hotel uniform, busying herself in the kitchen corner of the room. Somewhere in the distance a rooster is crowing. She turns and notices me watching her, so she comes over and gives me a kiss on the forehead.

"Good morning!" she chirps, all bright and breezy. Where does she get her energy from? I'm shattered.

"Morning," I mumble

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah," I lie. "How about you?"

She smiles to herself. "Not really - it's hard when there is two of you in the bed."

Hmm, the non-stop sex wouldn't have helped either. I don't say anything, but I also allow a private smile to myself before moving on to more important things - like what we are having for breakfast.

"I'm going to make some pancakes. Do you like those?"

"Sure, sounds nice."

It's about then that I realise I'm lying there naked with a thin sheet barely covering me. I'm suddenly self-conscious about it, which is odd given the events of the last couple of days, so I wrap it around me and pick up my clothes with my free hand.

"I'll just go and get dressed," I tell her, stating the obvious. She just smiles again and focusses on finding the ingredients she needs.

When I enter the bedroom, Anita is still asleep. She looks worse than I do from lack of sleep. I sit down on the bed next to her and stroke her forehead until she wakes.

"Rise and shine honey," I tell her. "We've got to get ready to go."

It's true. Today is our last day and we are booked on a tour to Ubud, up in the hills in the centre of the island. There will be a lot of sleeping on the bus I imagine. One more day of being tourists, then we are on a flight back home on Saturday.

It doesn't take long for us to get dressed and we brave the bathroom to freshen up before sitting down to enjoy breakfast. Putri's pancakes are great and instead of maple syrup the Balinese use palm sugar and coconut, which is less sticky and sickly and an altogether better option. Nice. An army marches on its stomach and so do we, hand in hand down the alley and onto the street, where Putri finds us a bemo to ride back to Kuta. I suggest finding a taxi, but there don't seem to be many passing in this part of town.

In twenty minutes we are back downtown, so we let Putri go ahead to the hotel and follow slowly after her. She turns to wave in a sweet way. She is having a great time, but unfortunately we will be saying goodbye tomorrow.

<-Anita->

Our trip up to Ubud is okay, but it's hard doing tourist things after the fun we've been having. Everyone that visits Bali is recommended to visit Ubud for the vast craft market and boutique shopping, and it's a good way to blow your remaining spending money. I've bought enough for myself and got all the presents I need for family and friends back home, so I look for a goodbye present for Putri. She has been texting me all day with sweet messages containing lots of love hearts and kisses. She will miss us when we are gone. It has been a wild couple of days. I've gone from seeing her as an annoyance that might have spoiled our holiday to something approaching a younger version of my older, sexy cousin. We've got a similar view of life. Putri doesn't want to be stuck in a dead end - she wants to explore the possibilities the world has to offer by dreaming big and developing her talent. There is no way she wants to be trapped as a live-in servant to a husband, even if she does get over her slight phobia of men.

Her latest text tells me she has arranged for Wayan to take us to the airport tomorrow and, since it's her day off, she will come along for the ride. That's good, we can have a proper goodbye. Tonight though, it's our last hurrah so we need to go out with a bang. Not sexually, just a good time together. Sanur is a tourist hot spot, and it's where she lives, so I arrange for us to all go to a restaurant in a beach club so we can dance and let our hair down. Dale is keen, apart from the dancing part, but he'll loosen up after a few drinks.

With that in mind, I look for an outfit for Putri so we can be dressed to kill. I'm in the right place and I actually find three different options, so I just get them all. She can wear the other two some other time. My favourite is a one-piece sleeveless gold dress with white lace collar and side panels that stops well above the knee. She will glow in it. I pick up a green silk dress in the same pattern so we can look similar, but different enough that we don't look like twins. I also manage to locate two pairs of classy, but lightweight slingback sandals with a small heel for us to wear with them. Dale can wear the one good outfit he packed.

We play our little game of keeping it casual when we get back to the hotel and we meet up again outside the warung next door. I haven't got changed yet because I want to do it with Putri when we get to Sanur. Dale is ready to go in his white shirt and chino pants. This time we get a taxi so we can arrive in comfort. Dale is carrying our clothes and accessories in his backpack so we can be hands free. I've just got a little handbag for my personal stuff.

The beachfront in Sanur is lined with restaurants and bars of varying prices and quality. Since it's our last night I've gone for something up market, sadly filled with Australian tourists getting pissed on Bintang, but big enough that we can have our own space outside on the terrace by the beach and in the disco later on. The doorman wanted to stop Putri coming in because of her uniform but I told him to back off because she's with us. He looked like he expected payment to let her through, but Dale called his bluff by saying he is a friend of the Manager. That had the desired effect, and he shut the fuck up and let us through.

I tell Dale to get us all something to drink then meet us outside by the pool. I take the backpack from him and lead Putri off to the pool changing area to get dressed. It's quiet in there and it has private cubicles, so I pull Putri into one and lock the door behind us. I'm horny as hell in anticipation of getting dressed - wearing glamorous clothes always turns me on. It could be some kind of fetisch, who knows, but I like it.

Putri looks like she is apprehensive about being among the crowds in the place. It's out of her comfort zone to be on this side of the desk among the crowds of rich foreigners with their attitudes and hang ups. I was the same when I first moved to Australia, so I tell her to just relax and follow my lead. But first... I pull out the green dress I'm going to wear and she puts both hands on her cheeks in amazement, then I pull out the gold dress I have for her and she nearly falls over.

"Is that for me?!"

"Yep - what do you think? Do you like it?"

"I love it! Oh, 'Nita thank you! You are amazing to me!" She throws her arms around my neck and gives me an excited kiss on the lips.

"I can't wait to see you in it. Let's get dressed and show off. But first..."

Yes, but first I need to have some relief. I'm aware of the need in my clit and I won't be able to settle until I do something about it. I strip off the floral sundress I've been wearing all day and undo my bra, all the while keeping Putri's eyes on mine. She catches on straight away and her hotel uniform is quickly gone. We hug and squash our tits together while our hands push at each other's panties to get rid of them.

Suitably naked, I sit down on the bench and motion for Putri to stand over me. That gives me open access to her pretty little pussy. She spreads her lips for me so I can reach her clit and I oblige with a long stroke of my tongue. I can feel her hands reaching around behind my head and she pulls me in so I'm stuck there. Oh well, what's a girl to do. I go wild on her clit and she is soon bucking and heaving against me. It only takes a few minutes before she cums violently in my mouth. Her knees buckle and I have to hold her up until she regains her balance. Our eyes meet and we burn holes in each other as we swap positions so she can return the favour, which she does with gusto.

Post-orgasm, I collapse beside her, and she drapes her legs over my lap. We hold each other, kissing softly for a couple of minutes while we recover. I'm not sure what's going on between us, but we seem to be developing one mind, so we hardly need to talk any more. We can sense our next move.

Our groins are both messed up, but that makes it seem naughtier as we put on our glam rags. Sophisticated on the outside, horny as hell underneath, we finish making up our faces, adding her jewelry, then we stash the backpack in a locker and walk hand in hand across the terrace to join Dale.

I can feel the looks of the men around the pool and hear the sound of jaws dropping. Purti is suffering from a little bit of stage fright, but she is drawing strength from me and keeps her head high as we walk the twenty metres or so to where Dale is. He is watching us approach with a huge grin on his face and almost certainly a huge boner developing down below. He wolf whistles when we reach him.

"You like?" I ask.

"I fucking like baby. You two are stunning. Statuesque. Sultry. What else starts with 's' I can chuck in there?"

"Starving. Are you ready to eat?"

"I'm ready to eat you, but food will be nice too I guess. I got you these though." He gestures to the two large colourful cocktails on the table in front of him.

"We can take them with us. Walk with us Dale."

Dale quickly gets into character and loops our arms through his, one on each side, and walks across the terrace with us like he was born to it, Putri and me carrying our oversized drinks, ignoring the stares from the men and the glares from the local girls who are hanging around in, how do I say it, a professional capacity.

Once inside the restaurant we relax and bounce into each other laughing.

"God, you looked like a wanker doing that," I tell him, wiping tears away from the corners of my eyes.

"Yeah, that was the idea. I summoned my inner billionaire."

Putri for her part, is shining as bright as always, but she's also slightly wide eyed at her surroundings. It's time to relax and enjoy ourselves - we've got all night to settle in and have fun. Which is exactly what we do. Our little floor show on the terrace seems to have had an impact and when we head into the disco after dinner Dale has a steady stream of blokes coming over to chat with him, thinking he might have a spare woman for them. The back story Dale tells them gets more outrageous as the night goes on, in proportion to the number of beers he has consumed. I don't know how he keeps track of his bullshit, but I suspect he is making it up as he goes along.

Putri and me spend most of the time on the half full dancefloor to avoid the hangers on and when we come back we pretend not to speak English too well so they will lose interest. I also make it clear I'm with Dale, while Putri calmly sucks on the straws of her cocktails ignoring them. Her tiny frame looks great in her gold dress with her huge glass sporting fruit, umbrella and all. Cute as a button. In some of the slower numbers we flirt with each other on the dancefloor for entertainment and to taunt our male fan club. I put my arms around her neck, she places hers on my hips, and we sway together seductively while looking in each other's eyes. I check out Dale's reaction and I can tell he is loving it. It's worth it for the growing disdain in the eyes of the escort girls in the place - their clients seem to have developed more of an interest in us as the night goes on. Later on we also get Dale on the floor and the three of us are able to work it together. I think Dale's last story was that he is a cryptocurrency billionaire from Malaysia and we are his two wives. Oh my, so easy to live up to for us, not so much for my drunken man.

Eventually all good things come to an end and we grudgingly call it a night. I hail a cab so we can get back to the hotel in comfort. It's easy around here and the cars are higher quality than in Kuta. The same doorman opens the door for us on the way out and I'm sure he doesn't recognise us. Our night of fantasy has been a success.

Sadly though, we have to drop Putri off at her apartment so we can go back and pack for tomorrow's flight. She guides the driver through the back streets until we reach her alley. He looks surprised at where she lives given how much she looks like a princess. I get out with her to walk her to her door leaving Dale to keep the cab warm for us. We hug for a long time and cry a bit together, but we will see each other tomorrow so that is a sweetener. After a quick goodnight kiss, I head back reluctantly to the cab and we get on our way. Dale holds my hand to comfort me. He is so good. I really love my man.

There isn't a lot more to add really. Wayan picked us up as planned and we swung by to collect Putri before driving the short distance to the airport. She was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, almost like she's in mourning. There were lots more hugs and kisses between the three of us and we made sure we had all our contact details sorted out before Wayan whisked her away. As we sat down in our seats for the flight home it all seemed like a dream. A nice dream, and one I intend not to let fade away.

<-Dale->

What happens in Bali, stays in Bali we said. Well it could have been that way, except for a couple of significant events in the first few months after we got back.

The first was that Anita was determined not to let Putri become a holiday souvenir. They kept in touch regularly through Instagram and Messenger and whatever else was handy.

Anita's job at the event company brings her in contact with a wide range of people, some of whom work in the fashion industry. When she showed up at a fashion event wearing some of Putri's jewelry it sparked a lot of interest, and one of the designers wanted to know more. They were so interested in fact that they offered to work with their creator on some future productions.

The second event was that Anita became pregnant with our first child. That was a grounding experience and both of us realised we needed to plant some roots, and I needed to get a job that was going to cover the bills.

Both of these events led to us arranging for Putri to come to Australia to join us. She was to come over initially on a study visa to do courses in English and commercial jewelry. Anita covered the cost, with the pay back being that we would later upgrade her visa so she could work for us as our live-in nanny, while she developed her own cottage industry under the patronage of Anita's fashion contact.

And the dynamic between the three of us?

Well, things change, and the horny holiday vibe was replaced with the reality that Anita and me are a couple so, after an initial threesome to welcome her, Putri slotted in as best friend with occasional benefits for Anita and I've stayed hands off. The balance seems to work out fine. I've come to the conclusion that Anita is all I will ever need, so why over-complicate things?

Putri has become more like a little sister to me as a result. So we are facing the future together, along with junior when he/she comes. We went on holiday and came back with a family. Funny how things work sometimes isn't it?