Where it happened: Vietnam
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I was 54 years old and in a disintegrating relationship when I met my current wife, May (not her real name). She was divorced and 36 years old at the time. I was on holidays in Vietnam and she was a waitress in the restaurant my travelling friend (I’ll call him “Bob”) and I ate at every day. May, Bob and I laughed and laughed along with the other waitress, “Lan”, every time we met, and we all enjoyed ourselves immensely.
On our second day, May and Lan invited Bob and me to go dancing, surprising us both, but we accepted the invitation and met them after work. They took us to a basement dance club full of transvestites in miniskirts and hot pants. I’d never seen anything like that before ! The trannies danced the evening away and left us alone, so there wasn’t any problem. I actually thought they danced very well indeed. May and Lan were both accomplished dancers, as was Bob, but I am pretty hopeless and let the three of them dance together.
Before parting that evening, May invited me out the next day. Another surprise ! She showed me around town and we had lunch together. In the late afternoon I went with her to the flat of an Englishman for whom she cooked every day as a second job. Then we met again after May finished her waitressing job for the day and went to the beach to sit in a deck chair and count stars together before I took her home.
Days of May showing me the sights followed, with evening walks. I was growing to really liking her company. Then I had to say that Bob and I were returning to Saigon to fly home.
“May I see you off at the airport?” May asked. She’s surprised my yet again. “Yes, of course”, I answered. Before boarding the plane I just had to give her a polite peck on the cheek, which brought rose to her cheeks, and I remember smiling to myself. “Remember to ring me from Saigon, won’t you?” Another surprise !
I didn’t ring, but instead Bob and I went by hydrofoil ferry to Vung Tau where we met two other waitresses and thoroughly enjoyed their company, too. On return to Saigon, however, the hotel staff let me know that May had rung for me from her home 500km away and wanted me to ring back. Surprise ! I rang and from then on rang at least once a day and found myself enjoying these conversations so much. May made me promise to email her from Australia when I got home.
I did write and when I went to visit May the following year, she caught the train 12 hours down to Saigon to meet me at the airport. We flew into each other’s arms and went to a hotel together. We showered separately and changed. She sat on the other side of the room in an armchair looking miserable, while I lay on the bed trying to work out what could be wrong. After a few minutes of this, I said, “May …” and tapped the bed for her to join me. She thought about this a moment, then rose and come over and lay down. I put my arms around her, she snuggled up and we had our first real kiss. She wasn’t much of a kisser, but it was lovely, just lovely to have her in my arms.
Slowly, very slowly the kissing started to heat up. Tongues started working, bodies started rubbing, sweat started running. Did she feel my boner at first as it touched her tummy ever so gently? I don’t know, but eventually we ended up grinding groins together furiously. That’s when the clothes came off pretty damned quickly. I stopped to look down at her naked body. “Beautiful,” I gasped, “You’re so beautiful !” She answered by smiling and reaching up with outstretched arms and pulling me down on her.
We hardly left the bed for five days, and then once more it was time to part. May cried for days, not knowing when I’d be back. I couldn’t tell her myself, other than it would be another year. We continued writing, and each year I went back to visit her. It got to be so hard being apart from her for so long each year, that after three years I decided that I could not continue like this and that either we had to get married or we had to part forever.
May was almost in shock when I proposed. I think her first words were not “Yes”, but rather, “I must tell my Mum !” Mother got to work arranging the engagement party pronto and we were married six months later.
To my delight, I discovered that May was not just the waitress at the restaurant, she was the cook as well. So now we eat delicious restaurant-quality food every day, thanks to her culinary skills. We now have celebrated being together eleven years and have a beautiful, intelligent and active daughter 22 months old. I am retired and enjoy looking after my baby so much and watching her grow and develop. We live in Vietnam and visit my homeland from time to time.
Lan went on to marry a Norwegian businessman and now lives happily in Norway with her husband. They visit us every few years in Vietnam. This has not been a “Wham, bam, Thank you, maam” story, because, frankly, they get a so boring after the first few hours of reading this site. I hope you have enjoyed reading my story.
Post scriptum:
A reader once asked on this site whether the stories in Malay were interesting. The answer is mostly, NO, they are generally boaring, boasting stories by males who think themselves terribly macho. There are an unusual number of fantasies in which the writers claim to be bonking their female teachers or lecturers. There was one very moving storey by a young woman who was being molested by her uncle, and at the end she asked for help to escape her situation. Yes, such things happen in a Muslim country, but then Muslim males are the biggest hypocrites on earth, who adopt an “I am holier than thou” attitude, and then leave their wives at home and go out and bonk whoever they can find.
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