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The horniest man I ever knew was Dick. He was 32, had been divorced for two years, and was making up for lost time in Bangkok. Now, Bangkok, as some of you may know, is sex city. Thai women are smiling, attractive, and willing at a price you can afford. There are literally thousands of bars, massage parlors, night clubs and other establishments that feature women waiting around for a man to take them home, or upstairs, or to a short-time hotel. All this availability drives many men into a sexual frenzy -- and Dick was one of them. By all accounts, he was a good husband but, after his divorce and assignment to a job in Bangkok, he got into sex in a big way. During his lunch hour he often went out for a blow job. Just about every night he was out on the town. He told me he had fucked all 69 girls at one of Bangkok's better-known massage parlors. I know this because Dick and I were tennis partners. I went by his house frequently on Saturday and Sunday mornings to pick him up for a game. A giggly Thai cutie was always there and just out of bed. I never met the same girl twice. Dick had a maid -- a middle aged, dumpy woman who he paid about twice a normal salary for a maid. He fucked her when he didn't want to go out -- and the extra salary he gave her helped keep her jealousy in check at the parade of women going through his house. She loved Dick -- and I would bet that ten years later, long after Dick has departed Thailand, he still sends her a monthly check for services rendered. He was a nice, thoughtful guy. Dick and I were soul mates. We're both Americans. I'm a woman, tall, big-boned, big-boobed, and attractive in a clumsy, clunky way. I was 41 at the time. To all appearances, I was a serious career woman who dressed and behaved with professional primness, but in my private life I had hopped into bed with many dozens of men since my divorce nine years earlier. Dick and I often followed up our tennis games with lunch and a bottle of wine, and occasionally by an afternoon drink and chat at either his apartment or mine. We both liked wine, lazy, hot afternoons, and sexual discussions. We knew each other's secrets and trusted each other with them. As far as I know, I was the only round-eye he had a close relationship with in Bangkok. His seminal energies were all aimed at Thai women. We had sex -- but not often. The first time was after tennis when we went back to his apartment for a chat. I showered and he loaned me a kimono to wear while we sat on his quiet, pleasant terrace. The kimono was too small for my big frame and it kept slipping up over my nether parts -- to his great amusement. Finally, I shrugged, took it off, laid it over my lap to cover myself and sat there topless and continued the conversation. I didn't feel very immodest because |
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