Loving Transwomen 20 - Thailand

A/N - This is going to be quite a simple interracial romance story. Not much else to say, to be honest.

Submitted so far:

Loving Transwomen: Adelaide (Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Buenos Aires (Alternative Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Cambodia (Interracial Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Dublin (Lesbian Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Ecuador (Group Sex)

Loving Transwomen: Finland (Taboo Lesbian Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Germany (Alternative Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Hanoi (Interracial Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Italy (Alternative Threesome Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Japan (Romance with hint of Taboo)

Loving Transwomen: Laos (Interracial Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Montreal (Alternative Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Namibia (Switch Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Oslo (Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Philippines (Interracial Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Queenstown (Alternative Taboo Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Rio de Janeiro (Alternative Romantic Group Sex)

Loving Transwomen: Sweden (A Bit of Everything)

Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of reading the following: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, and bad grammar at times.

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He had no idea that his best friend was a ladyboy.

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I'm sure the term 'yellow fever' is probably considered politically incorrect if not downright derogatory nowadays. No, I'm not talking about the viral disease spread by mosquitoes. 'Yellow fever' was usually a term applied to white men who had a penchant for Asian ladies. When I say Asian, I'd be referring to those from further east on the continent. Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese, Korean and I'd probably include Filipino's and Thai ladies into that as well.

Given that Sydney is now an incredibly multicultural city, it was no surprise that the schools I attended were a real mix of races. Plenty of Anglo's and white people (usually of European descent), but a good mix of non-Anglo. And it was the same when it came to attending university. Three of my best mates and I ended up getting accepted into the University of New South Wales. We learned within a couple of days of orientation that white guys... Well, we were definitely in the minority by a large margin.

What surprised me was that within a couple of months, there were still the four of us, but our friend group included at least a dozen young women, and all of them were of Asian descent. Mostly Chinese and Taiwanese, but with a couple of Filipinos, Japanese and Thai as well. I knew my three friends found Asian women attractive though it wasn't that they didn't date white women either. And if I were honest, I always thought that Chinese girls would have preferred dating Chinese guys, and the same for Vietnamese and others.

To be honest, many of them started to hang around us after an incident quite early on. I'd become quite friendly with a cute Thai girl by the name of Achara. She was studying the same course as I was, and she'd quite happily sat next to me during the very first lecture and we'd become fast friends. My mate, Dave, found himself being befriended by a couple of Chinese girls. They were third or fourth generation Chinese, and what we learned is that they had both an 'Anglo' name and a 'Chinese' name. Dave made them happier by calling them by what he called their 'traditional' name. Chris always had a thing for Japanese girls due to his interest in anime though thankfully it wasn't awkward when he ended up being friends with a lovely young Japanese woman. And then there was Phil...

Phil was a poster boy for someone with 'yellow fever' and his head was always on a swivel while walking around campus.

The incident was on a Saturday night when we were out together with our new friends. Nightlife died a while back in Sydney due to the ridiculous lockout laws during the last decade though things were slowly picking up again. The lockout laws were due to a series of violent incidents. Too many people were going out of an evening, loading up on alcohol or drugs, and then fights would break out. Although the laws had been abandoned as the government realised that the city was dying, and things did appear safer, violence was still possible.

While Australia is now an incredibly multicultural society, racism is still prevalent in places. On this night out in particular, we were not visiting anywhere that we hadn't been before. But when the four of us heard some comments being made from nearby, we shared a look that suggested that these comments would not go uncontested. If you let things like that pass, well...

All Dave had to do was look at the faces of his two female companions to see that they were upset by the derogatory comments. I looked at Achara, who was tiny at five-three compared to my six-one, and although the comments were not directed at her, she was still upset. But it was Phil who was the first to let go of Komiko's hand and walk towards the small group of males nearby.

It didn't take long until things kicked off. It didn't turn into a full-scale pub brawl, but we four young men handled ourselves well. Bouncers eventually got involved and the police were summoned. The four of us ended up being questioned by them outside and our companions were able to confirm our story. Thankfully, we were not arrested or charged for what happened, but nothing happened to the others either. It was a 'we said, they said' sort of deal. When they suggested we should just ignore such things in the future, that almost set us off against the police. Eventually, we were just told to head home and stay out of trouble.

"Thank you," Achara whispered as we walked back home. We were all living in the same large residential block which was only a few minutes away from campus.

Though we'd got in a few good licks, we hadn't got away unscathed. Phil was sure his nose had almost been broken. I could feel a bruise forming on my cheek. Dave wondered if he hadn't busted his hand, joking that the bloke he hit had a hard head.

"None of us liked seeing you upset," I replied, gripping her hand tightly, "And I thought we were past that sort of shit as a society."

"We're not," Komiko muttered, Phil's arm wrapped protectively around her, "High school could be terrible at times."

Back at our residential block, we sat downstairs in the café for an hour or so, sipping at cans of soft drink and doing our best to calm down. Though none of us was dating each other, I could look around and see that might change in the future.

What we learned is that word must have been passed around as our group expanded very quickly until it was as large as explained at the start of this story. They didn't come to us looking for any sort of protection. From what they told us, they simply appreciated the fact that we cared. It is sometimes that simple.

Being four guys from the western suburbs of Sydney, we grew up on a diet of sport. Rugby league in the winter, cricket in the summer. We were not happy to learn that UNSW did not have a club dedicated to rugby league. Rugby union? Of course, as it would be expected. We approached the university administration about forming a rugby league club. There was next to no official support from the university, but we were not told that we couldn't. No other universities seemed to have a team, so we put out word for players, coaching staff, and formed a club to take part in a local competition.

We managed to convince a couple of local businesses to offer some support in regard to sponsorship, allowing us to create our uniform, purchase a bus that could take us to away games, and agree with university administrators to play our 'home' games at one of the sporting fields on campus. Before we could field a team, we held trials, and we were surprised at the number of guys who turned up to give it a go. We eventually had a team of eighteen players with a few in reserve in the event of injuries. Our coach was a local guy who had played at an amateur level until his early thirties. He convinced a couple of his friends to help as trainers and support staff. It was all unpaid, at least in terms of money. We paid by buying slabs of beer after each game.

Our first game was in late April on a Saturday afternoon. I was surprised at the number of people who turned up to watch us, and Dave wasn't the only one to notice that it was mostly young women. My mates and I had been playing rugby league since we were kids. None of us would have ever been good enough to make the NRL or even the NSW Cup, but we were good enough to play at a high-level amateur standard. Our recruits were a mix of some with talent and others who simply had a big heart and were willing to give it a good go.

We didn't win that first game as it would take time for things to gel, but we gave it a good go, and whenever we managed to score points, the cheer from the crowd definitely had us smiling.

Life was quite busy during those three years at university. Studying took up plenty of time. Training and playing games of rugby league was one diversion. Spending time with my friends was the other. And I didn't go without, if you know what I mean. I'd lost my virginity during my last year at high school with a close friend. She was a girl of Taiwanese origin though she sounded like a true-blue Australian bogan. She'd been a good friend for several years, and that first time together was special. After that first time... Well, we were getting together whenever we could. It was a shame she headed down to Melbourne to study. We might have still been together.

I let any girl I was with during my time at university know straight away that I wasn't looking for anything permanent. I didn't date or sleep with any girls in our friend group as I didn't want to give the wrong impression. However, I was left thinking more than once that there was more than a hint of jealousy whenever they learned that I was sleeping with someone else. The two Filipino girls in our group were definitely not happy when learning that I slept with another Filipino girl.

"You know that Evie and Jasmine are very jealous," Achara told me one evening while we were studying in her room, "We all knew that Reyna was showing an interest; they just didn't expect you to return it."

I gave her a glance up from the textbook that I was reading. "It's just sex," I replied, "And they should know by now that I don't date within our group. I'm aware that Phil thinks differently considering he and Komiko have been exclusive for nearly three years now, but I've always been honest. You're all my friends, and adding sex to the mix..."

"What about me?" Achara asked innocently.

I leaned across and kissed her cheek. "You know that you're my best friend..."

That had me hugged ever so tightly. Achara had never been shy about her feelings. We both knew that if we were to add sex, it could ruin things. We'd talked about it more than once. We were incredibly close. Hell, her parents absolutely loved me and probably hoped we'd end up together. My parents adored her in return.

Reyna was a pleasant distraction; I won't lie about that. What no one knew about her, at least in our friend group, was that she was a ladyboy. It was a reason why I liked her so much. I'd long been intrigued by ladyboys and when she admitted to me that she was one during our third date, I think we were both eager to get back to my room and have some fun. She was also honest about only wanting a fling during our final year at university, but she loved the fact that I'd so readily accepted her.

The sex with Reyna was... Well, she was a ladyboy and wanted to be treated as a woman. I loved watching her ride me, her hard little girlcock swinging wildly. When she was really into it, it would slap against my body, and she'd start to giggle. She absolutely loved being taken from behind, my much larger form looming over her, and when I sat back and pulled her against my chest, I'd stroke her girlcock and loved making her cum.

But it was when it was simply missionary, her fingers digging into my back and her soft legs wrapped around me, that I knew that it was someone like Reyna that I'd perhaps like to spend more time with in the future. I loved females, and pussy would always be fantastic, but there was just something about a ladyboy... I thought it was just Reyna, but she told me that Sydney was full of girls just like her. I just needed to find them.

Given that things were not serious with Reyna, it was in the last couple of months of studying that I gave in to temptation and had some fun with Evie. What I didn't expect was for her to cry when I slid inside her pussy for the first time. She wasn't a virgin, but she wept as we made love for the first time, admitting that she'd hoped for that for the past three years.

What surprised me was that she insisted that I also share myself with Jasmine before the end of our time at university. When I expressed my surprise, she cuddled into me afterwards and claimed that she simply wanted to enjoy something intimate with me.

"We all know who you belong to," she stated cryptically.

Once Jasmine got her claws into me, there would be few sights sexier than a petite Filipino woman glancing back with her arse in the air, waving her smooth pussy in my direction, demanding that I fuck her as hard as I could manage. She got what she wanted, and to my laughter, she called up Evie the next morning and said they should share me.

And that's how I had my first threesome three days before graduation. Two beautiful Filipino women, gazing up at you as they are happily sucking your cock? Few greater sights in the world.

Things did change after graduation. Dave, Phil, Chris and I remained as tight as ever. We would remain lifelong friends, having become good mates during our first year at high school. Achara wasn't going anywhere as we were even closer than ever. Phil was planning on proposing to Komiko in the future. Chris ended up dating a girl of Taiwanese descent during our last year at university and things were getting serious. Dave was happy playing the field, almost like he was checking off a list of Asian women to sleep with. He was currently dating a Vietnamese girl, and no one missed how she looked at him, hoping that she was finally 'the one'.

As for me, I had managed to obtain a job straight after graduation and that was my main focus. Our friend group did diminish in the months after graduation as some of the girls moved on. A few moved away to other cities. Others started dating and they slowly started to fade from our lives. It was obvious to everyone that Achara wasn't going to let that happen when it came to me. I managed to move into my own apartment upon graduation, and it was amusing to nearly everyone that Achara was over rather quickly to offer her opinion on how I should decorate.

We remained as close as ever. I dated occasionally, but I still wasn't looking for anything serious. What I realised is that I never dated a white woman. I lived in a part of Sydney that was incredibly multicultural. Learning a little bit of Mandarin had certainly earned me some approval from a couple of dates. I'd also learned a little bit of Thai on the sly. When I managed to say a few words to Achara for the first time, I made her cry before she hugged me to near death.

"Achara, what about you?" I asked her one evening as we shared a drink at a local pub. It was a Wednesday and we'd both finished work for the day.

"What about me?" she asked.

"Dating. To be honest, I can't remember you ever mentioning anything about anyone." She blushed slightly and glanced away. "Sorry, it's just... Look, I'll be blunt with you. You're fucking gorgeous and..."

That had her grabbing my hand tightly, but the smile on her face nearly made my heart stop. "I'm happy with my life, Mark. Trust me."

"I know you're happy, but... I mean... I know that I'm still dating around but..."

"I know you still see Reyna occasionally and Evie will message me whenever you've given her a good seeing to."

"Well... I mean..."

She leaned closer and whispered, "Is the sex really that good with them both? Got a thing for Filipino girls?"

I felt my cheeks grow warmer as I didn't really think about it that way. "What exactly has Evie told you?"

"That you are wonderful at eating her pussy, and that your big white cock stretches out her little Filipino pussy like no other." I felt my jaw drop as Achara giggled to herself. "You know girls like to talk."

"Do you speak to Reyna?"

"Every so often, but I know you still fuck her from time to time." I met her eyes and wondered if Reyna had told her the truth but nothing Achara said gave it away. "To be honest, it's Evie's stories that, um.... You know..."

I gently squeezed her hand. "Achara..."

"I don't want to ruin what we have," she whispered, "I've never had a friend like you before, Mark. You're my closest confidant. The man that I know that I can come to about anything and you'd never judge me." She paused and her brown eyes met my blue as she smiled. "I love you."

"And I love you," I whispered back.

Apart from family, Achara was the only person to whom I said those words. Because I did love her. She was my best friend. I'd do anything for her, and she knew that. And I knew that she felt the same way about me. I was amazed at how close we were. We spent so much of our time together, but it was never awkward. We knew how the other felt, but we knew that changing our relationship into one of intimacy... We'd already seen friendships ended because people had started having sex and then things went pear-shaped.

I caught up with Reyna a couple of weeks later. As usual, she was ever so eager to get into my bed, and once she had us both naked, I was lying back on my bed with her lips around my cock while she had spun around, her cute little girlcock hard and eager for attention. She never wanted to fuck me, but she loved being orally pleasured. After we'd both cum, she lubed us both up and almost slammed herself down on my cock.

We fucked the night away, showering once we were finished before she snuggled back against me. I always insisted that she stay the night after we made love.

"Achara told me that you still message each other every so often," I whispered in the darkness, "Does she know about you? I mean you being a ladyboy?"

"No. I don't tell many people, Mark. It's not their business. You can tell her though. I'd trust her not to say a word."

"Yet you trusted me almost immediately?"

I felt her shuffle back tighter against me. "Oh, I had you figured out rather quickly. I just knew that you'd love having fun with a ladyboy. And I wasn't wrong because no one fucks me like you do."

"No plan on settling down though?"

"God no. I'm having too much fun. I have a great job, lots of close friends, and a man who loves to pound me into the mattress whenever I want." She paused before adding, "I'll admit to feeling slightly guilty though."

"Why?"

"Achara." I didn't reply as anything I said would probably be wrong. "Everyone knows how close you are. You always have been. I see how she looks at you when you're not looking though, Mark."

"Being honest, I'd be worried about hurting her. She's a tiny thing compared to me!"

Reyna chuckled before she turned around to face me. "If Evie can handle your big cock in her pussy..."

"Are you trying to give my ego a boost or something?"

She smiled as her hand gently caressed my cock, which quickly hardened. "Oh please, Mark. Evie and Jasmine were both ever so eager to share details with anyone who wanted to listen about how you pleasured them. The big white man nailing two petite Filipino girls. Then there are all the other girls you had fun with. And none of us judged, because you always treated anyone you were intimate with respectfully. And you were never one to talk about your sex life otherwise."

"I'm not going to deny that I enjoy sex."

"What was it like fucking Ling? I mean, she was tiny compared to you, even compared to Evie or Jasmine."

"Honestly... I've never been in someone so tight. And when she was riding me, I genuinely worried that she'd hurt herself. She always exclaimed in Cantonese whenever she had an orgasm though."

"And through it all, Achara has always been there, Mark. She's one understanding young woman."

"She's my best friend. But... I don't know. It's like 'When Harry Met Sally'. If we were to add sex to our relationship... I just worry it would ruin everything. Sex does change things."

She kissed me softly. "I think you might just have to take a leap of faith sooner rather than later, Mark. And I know once you do, she's going to be yours forever, as much as you'll be that to her. It'll be a shame for me, as I won't get this dick again, but I'd be happy for both of you."

I gave her words some thought as I continued to catch up with Achara numerous times a week. We'd sometimes meet for lunch during the day. We'd always catch up for a drink on a Friday evening. And weekends would usually find us catching up at least on one day, sometimes only the pair of us, sometimes as part of our small group.

But I was so worried about ruining what we already had that I simply didn't have the confidence to do anything about it.

We'd all been in full-time employment for a few years when our group met on a weekend and we agreed that it was time to put some of our annual leave to good use. The four of us blokes had never travelled outside of Australia and wanted to head overseas somewhere, preferably warm, not too expensive, and not too far away when it came to flying. I was adamant about not going to Bali as it was full of idiot bogans.

"Why not Thailand?" Komiko eventually suggested.

Everyone looked at Achara. "I've only been there once," she admitted, "I mean, if you all want to go there, that would be wonderful. Though I'd like to head north to see my family at the same time." She looked at me and smiled. "I'd love for you to join me there, Mark."

"Sure."

"So should we put our heads together and start organising things?" Dave asked.

We agreed that's exactly what we should do. We all made sure that we got the same time off from work first before we started to look into flights and accommodation. It was eventually agreed that we'd fly into Bangkok, where the others would immediately make their way south towards Krabi Province. Achara and I would remain in Bangkok for the evening before catching a domestic flight in the morning to the north-east of Thailand and a town by the name of Udon Thani.

Although I still hadn't done anything regarding turning my relationship with Achara into something even closer, I had put distance between me and any other lovers. Reyna was the first to figure it out and called me up, simply to wish me luck and basically told me to grow a pair and tell Achara how I felt. Evie and Jasmine made me blush by insisting that they were invited to our wedding in the future.

Achara stayed with me the night before we were due to fly out. That was nothing unusual as she visited me regularly and I had no problem with her bunking with me. I had a big enough bed though she would always end up snuggling against me. I didn't mind whatsoever.

She was cuddled into me as always when we were ready for sleep. "I'm a little excited, to be honest," she whispered in the darkness.

"First time for me going overseas. I'm looking forward to it."

"And spending time with me, of course."

"How long are we in Udon Thani for? Three days, right?"

"Long enough for me to see all the family. Mum and Dad will probably head over next year to catch up with them again."

Waking in the morning, I was sure that she was now used to me poking her. She'd always giggle and roll over to face me, a smile on her face that simply accentuated her beauty. She'd give me a soft kiss and cuddle into me tightly. It was the same that morning before we agreed to get up, have breakfast, shower, then grab a taxi to take us to the airport.

For our flights between Sydney and Bangkok, we'd agreed to splurge and had booked Business Class tickets. The seats were fantastic. The food was almost restaurant quality. Achara spent part of the flight happily sitting on my lap so she could see out the window. It's quite a long flight at nine and a half hours, so we were all eager to get off the plane though our companions were immediately transferring while Achara and I headed towards one of the airport hotels.

Although we were only there for one night, I surprised Achara by booking a suite. It was on an upper level with a spectacular view of Bangkok in the near distance. Once we were inside and standing at the window, I stood behind Achara as she leaned back against me. My hands rested on that part of her body between her small breasts and lower down.

She turned around and leaned up to give me a kiss on the cheek before she walked past me and moved to sit up on the bed. She ended up on her knees as I walked towards her, wondering what was on her mind. What I didn't expect was for her to lean up and kiss me again. On the lips. And when her hands ended up pulling me closer, I only hesitated for a moment before I kissed her back properly.

It was intense. It was passionate. It was the best kiss of my life to that moment.

Then she pulled back and burst into tears. I hugged her immediately, but before I could ask what was wrong, she murmured, "I need to tell you something, Mark. Something important. But I just had to kiss you like that because I'm scared that you'll hate me after I tell you."

"I could never hate you, sweetheart," I whispered, leaning back enough to place a finger under her chin. Her brown eyes looked into mine. "And you know that I hate seeing you so upset."

She took a deep breath before she said, "Mark, you've never seen me undressed, have you?"

"No, I don't think so."

"I know you haven't, otherwise you would know that... You'd know that I'm a ladyboy."

I think the fact that I immediately smiled surprised her for a moment. "Awesome," I finally stated. Her bottom lip quivered as I added, "Achara, trust me on this one. I don't care that you're a ladyboy. I've always loved you for you." I caressed her back before I added, "But, I'll admit, the fact you're a ladyboy? So. Fucking. Hot."

"You really mean that?"

"Achara, you really don't know the truth about Reyna, do you?" She shook her head. "Okay, it's really not my place to say though I know she won't mind me telling you, at least. Reyna's a ladyboy too."

"She is?" Achara tried to look mad though failed miserably as she playfully slapped my shoulder. "You mean that it was never going to be a problem?"

I kissed her hard as a way of answering that question. When she whimpered into my mouth, I smiled again as my hands moved down to her pert little butt, and I pulled her tight to my body. When we finally broke apart as we needed to catch our breath, there was a look in her eyes that I recognised rather well. I'd seen it in the eyes of numerous other lovers.

"I'm guessing that you told me because..." When I moved one of my hands to her cheek, she closed her eyes, and an incredibly sweet smile formed. "I thought so. You know that I love you to bits, Achara."

"I've always been scared. Not only because I'm a ladyboy..."

"But we've always been so close that something more could ruin it. I'll admit that I was scared too. I don't care how old you are. Admitting feelings isn't always easy."

"But you've always had strong feelings for me?"

"I always felt a tinge of guilt whenever I was with someone else. I always worried that I was hurting you."

She opened her eyes and smiled. "No, I wasn't hurt. To be honest, I usually found it arousing because I'd just imagine it was me instead."

"So what do we do?"

"Tonight, I just want to snuggle... But I'm not going to tuck myself tonight."

I leaned down to her ear. "Have you got a cute little girlcock, Achara?" I whispered. I felt her shudder and gently pulled her into my chest again. "You know that I'm going to want to see you naked now, right?"

"How do you think I feel, Mark? All I've heard from so many of your lovers is that you have... um... a nice cock and you know how to use it."

"I swear they just like to feed my ego." That made her giggle before we shared another soft kiss. "Want me to order a little food first?"

"I'm pretty full after everything we ate on the plane. I want a shower, then go to bed and snuggle."

"Shower together?"

She placed a hand on my chest and smiled. "Not yet... Now you know, but... I'm still a little self-conscious, I guess."

While she didn't want me to see her completely naked, I was lying back on the bed as she showered, waiting for her to appear. She opened the door and stepped out wearing a sheet nightie that did nothing to hide her perky breasts and a pair of black panties that had a small bulge in the front. She leapt up onto the bed and cuddled into me, kissing me again before suggesting I shower next.

Snuggled together in bed a few minutes later, we spent quite a while simply making out like a pair of horny teenagers. I was constantly poking her as always, and I wasn't shy in now exploring her body with my hands. She had a perfect little butt that needed to be squeezed, and when my hands moved to her breasts, she sighed happily.

"Only little B-cups. I think they suit me perfectly," she whispered.

"I've always thought you were perfect, sweetie."

Her lower lip quivered again. "Were we fools, Mark?"

"Yeah... But this will be worth the wait."

She took my hand and held it to her chest. "All I know is that I've wanted this forever."

"Achara, while we're being honest... You know about my life... What about you?"

"I'm not a virgin... But, well... um... I actually found myself fooling around with a girl or two like me."

"Really?"

She giggled, gently pushing me again. "And I think you might like that thought."

"Two sexy ladyboys having a little fun?" She saw me wiggle my eyebrows and burst into laughter. I cuddled her tightly as she continued to laugh away. "But no guys?"

"Not since we finished university..."

I couldn't help sighing. "I should have said something," I whispered.

That's when she hugged me even tighter in return. "I could have said something too," she whispered back.

Achara was woken up the next morning by me poking her as always. She pressed back against me and didn't hide the soft moan that escaped her. I took a chance and slid my hand underneath her nightie, enjoying the softness of her skin. I didn't attempt to touch her too intimately though I don't think she would have stopped me anyway.

"I love feeling how hard you are in the morning," she stated softly, "I know it's natural, but I always like to think that it's also because of me."

"Hell yes, it's also because of you."

"Just so you know, I still get hard, Mark. I just don't cum a lot. Well, probably not as much as you do."

"I'm curious as to... Well, how big you are..."

"Five inches hard. And when I'm soft, it's not very big at all. You're definitely bigger than me when you're hard."

"How often do you masturbate?"

That had her rolling over to face me, a smile lighting up her face. "The question is what do I think about when I'm masturbating, Mark."

"Well, how about both questions then?"

"Daily, of course. I'm a horny little thing, Mark. And I think about you all the time."

I ended up on my back with Achara straddling my body, and when I looked down, I could see the tent in her underwear. She noticed where my eyes travelled and almost started to blush before she leaned down to kiss me. My hands moved down to her arse again, making her giggle as I squeezed each cheek on offer.

The only thing that stopped our make-out session was the growling of our stomachs. We got up, dressed, packed our gear and headed downstairs for breakfast. Our flight to Udon Thani departed on time and we arrived at our destination, passing through the Arrivals Hall after collecting our luggage to be greeted by a large section of her family. Grandparents. Uncles. Aunties. Cousins.

I knew a little Thai and I earned plenty of smiles with how to greet elders. Although Achara had sorted out accommodation for us, I knew we'd end up spending the entire time with her family. I really didn't mind. Their English wasn't the best, but Achara was happy to play interpreter at times though I was happy to sit back and watch her interact with her family.

Although their English wasn't the best, I still found myself having one-on-one conversations with most of her family. Many were simply interested in me and my life, but also curious about my life with Achara. The elephant in the room was always that she was a ladyboy and I realised none of them were blunt in their questions about whether I even knew that she was.

In addition to family, Achara did take me on a couple of tours, checking out important religious sites and some ancient tombs and monuments. I also knew that Thailand was primarily Buddhist so quickly grew accustomed to seeing monks everywhere. I could see the reverence and respect in how the monks were treated.

The first two nights in our small hotel room saw Achara still not confident enough to be completely naked with me. She did take off her bra, and I got a good look and feel of her perky breasts, enjoying her sighs and soft moans as I felt her up. Her hand did end up snaking into my underwear at the same time, but I got the sense that she wanted to take things nice and slow. I really didn't mind. This was something that I didn't want to rush.

When I finally returned the favour and gently caressed her girlcock for the first time, she nearly started to cry yet again. She was roughly the same size as Reyna, incredibly sensitive, and the way she kissed me as I fondled her only aroused me even further at the same time. I was a little disappointed that she stopped me from making her climax, blushing before she admitted that she wanted more than just my hand when I made her climax for the first time.

Before our third and final night together, before we would depart to join our friends, her family threw quite the celebration for us. Achara was the star of the show, and she'd gone all out on wearing some traditional clothing which only made her even more beautiful in my eyes. I knew how I was looking at her, and I could sense that her family could see how I was.

While she was busy chatting away with all of her cousins, I ended up being joined at a table by her grandparents. They actually spoke the best English as they were all old enough when the United States had an airbase nearby, and they were regular visitors to town.

"You love our granddaughter?" her paternal grandmother finally asked.

"I do," I replied. I had a feeling that I needed to be honest and upfront about it.

"Even though she's not like most girls?" her maternal grandmother asked.

"I only found out recently, but I would have never cared. I love Achara for who she is." I glanced across the room as she was busy smiling and laughing with her cousins. "The only regret I have is that I took far too long to finally get around to expressing how I truly felt."

"She always talks about you," her paternal grandfather stated, "It was like we knew all about you before we even met you. It was obvious to all of us that she loved you."

"All we ask is that you love her as much in return. Look after her. Care for her," her maternal grandfather added, "Though I don't think we need to ask you to do that."

We showered together for the first time that evening back at the hotel. Although she'd felt me up more than once, it was the first time that she got a good look at my cock for the first time. Her eyes simply lit up and the smile that formed suggested that she approved of what she could see. As for Achara, she was a little pocket rocket. I had her laughing away as I washed her up and down thoroughly, and when I spent plenty of time making sure her girlcock was clean, I think I nearly brought her to orgasm.

After we dried off, we ended up on the bed together, hands exploring as we made out. I ended up on my back with Achara straddling me, my fingers gently caressing the smooth skin of her back. I gazed up and down her body and I knew that I couldn't stop myself from smiling. What I didn't expect was for her to immediately slide down my body and I felt her tongue slowly run up and down the shaft of my cock.

"It's been a while," I whispered, "I broke things off with everyone else a while ago."

"How long ago?" she wondered.

"Probably longer than you think. Months ago. As soon as we started to discuss this trip..."

That made her smile before she adjusted my cock, wrapped her lips around my shaft, and proceeded to give me the blowjob of a lifetime. Her brown eyes constantly gazed up as she slowly but surely took more and more of my cock into her mouth, bobbing up and down with one hand working the shaft, her other hand caressing my balls. She knew what she was doing.

Her tongue was driving me wild. She'd tease the head of my cock before inhaling my cock again. It wasn't just a blowjob in my eyes. She was practically worshipping my cock. And when she took every inch as I knew she was deepthroating, the groan that I released made her chuckle despite the fact her mouth was full of cock.

I didn't last that long. It wasn't just the blowjob itself. It was the fact that it was Achara pleasuring me in such a manner. Like with any lover, I was polite enough to warn her when I was about to cum. I felt her lips tighten around my shaft before I fired that first spurt of cum. She genuinely moaned and I heard her swallow before the next spurt of cum erupted from my cock.

She swallowed every single drop before using her tongue to clean me up.

"Wanted to do that for years," she whispered, leaving soft kisses up and down my cock, "My God, Mark, I can't wait until we make love, and I can feel you inside me for the first time."

I sat up enough so I could drag her up and kiss her. We smiled as we made out before I rolled over and she ended up on her back. I didn't have to ask about what I was going to do. She was rather eager, making me chuckle as I felt a hand on my shoulder to push me down. I kissed down her neck towards her breasts, her dark brown nipples hard and eager for attention. She was sensitive, feeling her shudder as I sucked and nibbled away.

Kissing down her toned little body, I felt her gyrating as I moved closer to her girlcock. It was already rock hard, and it was leaking a little pre-cum. When I ran my tongue from the base to the tip, I heard her choke back a sob, looking up to see her gazing down at me, eyes glistening as I leaned up to kiss her again.

"Just tell me when you're going to cum," I whispered.

"I love you so much, Mark," she whispered back.

"Ditto, Achara."

It was a real reminder of Reyna as I pleasured Achara. I ran my tongue up and down her shaft a few times, teased the head and moved down to give her balls a little attention as well. Anything I did provoked a positive response. When I finally had my lips around her girlcock and swallowed most of it rather easily, the moan she released turned me on immediately.

"Oh baby... Oh Mark..."

Her fingers ended up running through my hair as she couldn't help moving her hips though it didn't make me choke or gag. I savoured every second as I pleasured her. I'd never been concerned when I'd given Reyna oral sex. I enjoyed eating pussy and I enjoyed sucking girlcock. I hadn't lied when I said it was 'awesome' that Achara was a ladyboy, though it wouldn't have mattered if she were a female. I simply loved her for her.

"Fuck," she moaned before she giggled. I never heard her curse too often. I sometimes cursed like a sailor.

I gazed up to see her eyes looking back at me. I knew she was getting close from the way her body was moving. My tongue was working like a charm on her girlcock, and she just about managed to warn me that she was about to cum before I felt that first eruption into my mouth. She was right in that she didn't cum too much, at least in comparison to me. That wasn't a real surprise.

Kissing back up her body, we shared a soft kiss as her hand caressed my cheek. We gazed at each other in silence for a few seconds before I moved to lie next to her, Achara turning to spoon back against me.

"I don't have any lube," she whispered which made us both chuckle, "Can't make love without lube."

"We'll get some tomorrow."

"We're going to need a lot. I mean a massive tub of the stuff."

"Have you got plans for me?"

"You're making love to your future wife as often as you can, Mark."

I felt myself smiling before I teased her. "Future wife, Achara? Someone is confident."

"Totally going to be your sexy ladyboy wife. I'm going to spend all of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me."

I pulled her tighter and felt her sigh happily. "You think I won't return the favour?"

"Mark... I'm already happier than I've ever been in my life. The only thing better will be when I can introduce you as my husband."

"I guess we will need to discuss some of the big things."

"Can I be honest about one thing?"

"You can tell me anything."

"I don't want children. I just want to live our life together." She paused before adding, "Well, maybe a cat or something. But... I don't know if you want them."

"All I want is to live our lives together. That's the most important thing."

We woke together the next morning and enjoyed our first sixty-nine, Achara above me as that was a far easier position. What really made her moan was when I released her girlcock and ran my tongue up to her arse. Teasing her rosebud had her squirming and moaning, and after she got me off and swallowed like she said that she always would, she ended up with her arse in the air, head on the mattress, as I ate her arse before I fingered her and made her cum that way.

She was rather emotional after that, hugging me tightly and admitting that when she enjoyed her first orgasm when making love that she'd more than likely fall apart on me.

Joining our friends took two domestic flights via Bangkok, arriving in Krabi Province by the early evening. We met our friends at the resort that we'd booked, and it's fair to say that they figured out the change in our relationship rather quickly. After checking into our room, we headed downstairs for dinner, and our friends were inundating us with questions within a couple of minutes.

It was only then that Achara cleared her throat and admitted that she was a ladyboy. All the other women hugged her tightly. The guys looked at me and were momentarily surprised before Dave finally said, "Come on, guys. These two have been in love for years. They were just too stupid to do anything about it. No matter what, they're perfect for each other."

The room that we had was luxurious and the bed itself was enormous. There was even a large bathtub which Achara took note of and admitted that she wanted to have one with me during our stay. We didn't stay up too late that evening though we'd all agreed that we were there to relax and unwind, not spend hours each night drinking and partying.

After wishing our friends goodnight, we headed up to our room. As soon as I closed the door behind me, with the 'Do Not Disturb' sign outside, Achara practically leapt on me, ever so eager to get my clothing off. By the time she'd practically ripped off my underwear, she had undressed and dropped to her knees before me, my cock already hard as she smiled up at me.

"Going to make you cum so hard, Mark," she warned me, "Then I want you to get me ready to make love. I only want to cum tonight when you're inside me."

"You're going to try and wear me out, aren't you?"

She smirked up at me. "How many times can you cum in a night?"

I leaned down and left a gentle kiss on her lips. "I think we should find out together."

What surprised me was that Achara wanted me to take photos while she was pleasuring me. I knew they would only ever be for us, and when I showed her while she was pleasuring me, she was slowly stroking her girlcock at the same time. There would be no sexier sight for the rest of my life than my current beautiful ladyboy girlfriend on her knees with most of my cock in her mouth and down her throat. She was ever so eager to please me that after I came, she refused to stop.

I made her squeal when I easily picked her up in my arms before she relaxed and looked at me with nothing but love.

"Achara... Do I need to ask your father for permission?"

"No," she whispered, "But Mum and Dad would love you even more than they already do if you were to ask them."

Carefully placing her down on the bed, she got into position, wiggling her arse in my direction as I grabbed the lube that we'd bought at the airport. Before I used that, I used my tongue on her again while slowly stroking her girlcock. I was amused when her hips started to move, pushing back against me. I knew she wanted far more than my tongue or fingers.

Lube was carefully applied before she rolled over onto her back. We got comfortable before I placed the head of my cock against her. I was still worried that it might hurt her a little bit so I knew to just take it nice and slow. I leaned down and kissed her as I pressed against her, feeling her relax as the head of my cock ever so slowly slipped inside her.

"Oh God," she whimpered, feeling her fingers digging into my back, "Slowly, Mark. Slowly..."

"I am, sweetie. Don't want to hurt you."

"Won't hurt. Just want to savour this moment." She smiled sweetly at me. "We're finally making love."

I took my time sinking my cock inside her for the first time. She was so hot and tight that I was thankful that she'd blown me first. I would have cum within seconds otherwise. I didn't bury my entire length as I started to ever so gently thrust. I watched her face for any sign that I was hurting her, but the constant smile suggested that she was enjoying it as much as I was.

Then her lower lip started to quiver and I knew it was an emotional moment. One of her hands remained on my back, the other moving down to stroke her girlcock.

"Oh God, I'm going to cry so much in a minute or so... Want to cum... Want to cum with you inside me..."

"You love my big cock inside you, sweetie?"

"Best feeling ever. Such fools, Mark. Such fools... Oh God... So Good..."

I didn't thrust too hard, still worried about hurting her. But the current pace was more than good enough. I was enthralled by the sight of her stroking herself to orgasm, sitting back just enough to comfortably thrust while I could watch her stroking. When she did cum, a few small spurts erupted from her girlcock and then she simply burst into tears. I leaned down and kissed her softly, both of her arms wrapping around me tightly, her legs doing the same thing as she whimpered, begging me to keep going.

"I love you. I love you. I love you," she whimpered.

I upped the tempo a little bit and made her moan even louder. She didn't explicitly beg me to fuck her harder, but I knew that she'd tell me if it was hurting. As I picked up the tempo and I started to groan and growl, that's when her lips moved to my ear and she begged me to fill her ladyboy pussy. That made me chuckle as Reyna had also called it that.

"Fill me up," she moaned, "I want to feel you cum in me, baby."

Achara got what she wanted within a couple of minutes, burying my cock and I groaned so loudly that I'm sure numerous other guests in the resort heard me. I heard Achara release another couple of sobs as I concentrated on my orgasm, feeling her limbs wrapping tightly around me again.

"Oh fuck," I grunted as I felt the last spurts of cum erupt, "Jesus, sweetheart..."

We lay together still joined in post-coital bliss for a few minutes, feeling one of her hands caress my back as I just savoured still being inside her. I probably surprised her that I remained relatively hard. I only pulled out so I could relax, lying on my side as Achara remained on her back. She started to chuckle as some of my cum did start to leak out of her.

"Okay, you definitely cum a lot, Mark. I mean, I already knew that after swallowing so much of your cum, but feeling it in me like this... It's a good thing that I can't get pregnant!"

I moved to rest on my back as Achara didn't hesitate in straddling me. Her girlcock was hard again, and she put on a little show for me as she stroked herself. After a little more lube being applied, she lifted herself up and I watched her face light up as she slowly sank down on my cock.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, "Oh fuck, baby... Mark..." Her left hand ended up resting on my chest, her right hand stroking her girlcock. "Oh fuck... I'm going to cum so hard like this..."

My hands rested at her hips to help keep her balanced as she bounced up and down on my cock, looking as happy as I'd ever seen her. One thing Achara had was stamina. It took her quite a while before she was ready to cum again. Her brown skin glistened with sweat by the time she was ready to cum, her face a picture of ecstasy. When she did erupt, around three or four small spurts of cum ended up on my chest. She wasn't as emotional this second time though still needed to lean forward so she could kiss me.

"You'll have to cum on me," she said with a chuckle, "Your white cum would look so sexy on my brown skin." Then she gasped and kissed me again before adding, "Imagine how sexy I'd look with your cum on my face!"

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with my sweet little ladyboy girlfriend?" I teased.

"I'll be your sweet little ladyboy wife all the time. But just occasionally... I'm going to be your sultry ladyboy minx."

Making her squeal would always make me chuckle as it didn't take too much effort to get her into position, her arse lifted off the bed with Achara's head comfortable on a pillow. In that position as I mounted her, I could leave soft kisses on her cheek and whisper very naughty things into her ear as I gently thrust into her. I grabbed her hands and focused on the feeling of being as deep as possible inside her.

The sound of my skin slapping against her arse soon echoed around the room. She was quickly adapting to making love, and when I had her begging for more, that's when I could finally up the tempo and start to fuck her. I still watched her carefully, but her eyes were as expressive as always.

"I'm hard again," she stated with humour, "I'm going to be hard all the time with you. I'm just going to stop tucking myself away."

"Good. I want to see my ladyboy wife as excited as she makes me."

When I was getting ready to cum again, all she did was beg me to cum and fill her ladyboy pussy yet again. I'm sure that I groaned even louder this time as I came, and the curses that came out of me had Achara laughing away below me. As my climax passed, she lay down flat though I felt her squeezing my cock, making sure that I wasn't going to pull out too quickly. I rested on a forearm and nuzzled into her neck.

"I love you," she whispered, "This will be our life going forward, Mark."

For the next couple of weeks, we did our best to keep public displays of affection to a minimum. We always held hands anyway, but Achara now made sure that we were always touching each other, lightly bumping as we walked, and she was always stopping me for a cuddle. Anything like kissing, we kept respectful of others, leaving our make-out sessions and anything else for the bedroom. But I could see how our friends would look at us and it wasn't long before my mates were expressing the idea that I would actually be the first to get married.

The lovemaking each night was wonderful. We didn't feel any need to experiment too much. We agreed that we simply loved sex, and it was even better when it was with each other. Achara would drag me up to our room at least once a day to give me a blowjob. She loved it when I would happily take her girlcock in my mouth. I loved holding her in my arms, her back against my chest, stroking her off as we gazed out the window, and I enjoyed doing it in the shower.

That was where Achara enjoyed her first facial, giving me a long, sloppy blowjob before I erupted all over her face. She absolutely loved it and even joked about wearing some of my cum on her face when joining our friends.

She had two favourite positions. She absolutely loved riding me, bouncing up and down while stroking her girlcock as she admitted that her orgasms were powerful in that position. But simple missionary was her absolute favourite, simply because we could gaze at each other, and to her, it would always be the most intimate of positions.

That's not to say that she didn't love being taken from behind. That's when she felt the most submissive, and it would always be incredibly sexy hearing her beg for me to fuck her harder and harder.

"Best three weeks of my life," she whispered as I held her in bed during our final night before heading home, "I've finally got the man that I love. I know he's going to make me so happy. And I've never had so much sex!"

Flying Business Class home allowed Achara to spend half of the time snuggling on my lap. By the time we disembarked, it's fair to say that we were both rather horny, not taking an opportunity to join the mile high club, preferring to return to my apartment and the comfortable bed that I knew she was going to make ours rather quickly.

Within a week of arriving home, I surprised her parents when I knocked on their front door. They took one look at my face before I did ask about marrying Achara. I was quickly hugged tightly by them, both of them stating that they wanted no one else to marry their little girl.

Before I proposed, there was a life to organise. We were living apart though Achara quickly moved into my rented apartment before we started looking for our own place to live in. We agreed that a larger apartment was all that we needed, and given that we both made good money, we had a significant budget to play with.

It took a few months of searching before we found the apartment that we could agree on. It was two bedroom. Overlooking the harbour. High up enough to provide some spectacular views. It was expensive but we knew it would be worth it. We submitted an offer and had to wait before we heard that it was accepted.

My mates all helped us move in though we had bought plenty of new furniture for our new home. It was after we had finished moving in with all our friends around us that I took out the ring that I'd been holding for the last few months, lowered myself to a knee and asked Achara to be my wife.

I think all of Sydney heard her exclamation of 'Yes!'

*****

Epilogue

It was amusing that Achara had called Reyna within days of my proposal, not to upset my former lover, but she simply wanted to share stories. And I'll be honest, it was almost far too arousing listening to them share stories of the lovemaking that I'd enjoyed with both of them. I was saddened when Reyna did admit to missing me, that she'd always known that I'd end up with Achara, but there had always been a part of her that hoped that she would end up with her.

Achara cried and hugged Reyna tightly, admitting that she was glad Reyna had made me so happy during all the time that we'd been together.

"Oh, and I just know he loved that I was a ladyboy," Reyna added with humour, "He loved seeing my girlcock bouncing away while I was riding him, and he loved stroking me off while I was on my back, making me cum all over myself."

Achara looked at me, and I knew she was thinking a number of dirty thoughts in that moment. "I just love it when he makes me cum. Did he make you cum without touching yourself?"

"All the time. I'll be honest, Achara. I haven't had a dick like his since our last time. The best thing that I've got is a dildo of similar size. My God, he would stretch out my ladyboy pussy so much."

By the time Reyna departed for the evening, I knew Achara had plans for me. By the time I staggered out of the apartment the next morning, my colleagues at work were left wondering what happened to me. I actually needed an hour's nap at my desk, thankful that my personal assistant made sure that I wasn't interrupted.

Achara didn't want a large wedding, preferring something smaller and more intimate. Close friends and family only. What she failed to notice during our ceremony was the arrival of a group of people. It was only when we arrived at the reception that she finally noticed her grandparents were there. She immediately looked at me and knew that I'd been the one to organise it for her.

We disappeared for ten minutes a little later. When we returned, I probably had a dazed look while Achara had to reapply a little makeup.

"And just where were you?" Dave asked me as I sat down.

"My wife was very thankful for the fact that I flew her grandparents."

He snorted before laughing away. I looked across the floor where Achara was talking to her grandparents. She glanced my way every so often, looking as beautiful as ever in her white dress, needing to dab at her eyes with a tissue every so often. Her grandparents looked proud as punch while her mother walked over, making me stand up so I could hug her.

It was even a surprise to them. I wasn't sure how I managed it, but somehow, I got her grandparents over from Thailand and into Australia without anyone knowing.

Achara was eager to consummate our marriage that evening. Her white lingerie looked fantastic on her brown skin, and she even joked that if I couldn't get it up again after another torrid round of lovemaking, she'd walk to an twenty-four hour chemist to get me some blue pills if necessary. She was insatiable that evening, though more than once she needed a little cry, smiling at the same time, stating that she was simply far too happy that she couldn't control her emotions.

We agreed to head overseas for our honeymoon, and to my surprise, she suggested the Philippines. We ended up staying at a resort on one of the many smaller islands for two weeks. Although we did some touristy things, most of our time was spent relaxing by the pool and making love in our room. We did chance making love in the open on the beach more than once, and we did attempt making love in the sea as well. It was awkward but a lot of fun, the sound of our laughter echoing around.

Settling into our married life together, Achara was ever so eager to keep me smiling. It wasn't just the sex. It was the little things that make a marriage work. And I did my best to ensure that I made her just as happy. Was it perfect? No, of course not. We had our disagreements, but arguments were rare. We were so in sync with each other that we could agree on the major things and didn't sweat the little things.

Life was good and I was just thankful that we finally admitted our feelings and I now couldn't imagine not being together as a married couple. Oh... And we did adopt a couple of kittens once we arrived home from our honeymoon. Achara might not have wanted children, but those two kittens were loved just as much as I was.

They didn't like not being let into the bedroom though. She thought they were too innocent to see what we were up to most evenings.