Taking my wife on a trip to Thailand

Last November, after my third failed IVF attempt, I was incredibly frustrated. But life goes on, and since my wife and I both had some free time, we planned a short trip to Thailand to relax and recharge.
We went via Chiang Mai and Phuket. Thailand is a tropical paradise, and while the average income is relatively low, it's a religiously populated country where people live peacefully and contentedly, though the pace of life is slow. As you all know, the scenery along the way was familiar – yachting, elephant watching, and in Phuket, speedboat rides and diving.
That evening, we arrived in Chiang Mai. Our tour group consisted mostly of young people, who eagerly urged the guide to take us to a show. The guide, a local Thai, spoke heavily accented Chinese and jokingly told us that we'd regret it for life if we didn't see it, and regret it all night if we did. But in Thailand, this is a must-do for every tour group, like not climbing the Great Wall when you haven't truly experienced China.

After dinner, we drove for about an hour to a club. It was like a small theater; staff collected phones and cameras before entry to protect the performers' privacy. Soon, music started, and the performers filed in. First, a man and a woman performed various poses on stage—purely for show, no actual penetration. Next came a ladyboy, mediocre at best, who performed a few poses before coming down into the crowd to harass the female audience members, repeatedly sticking his penis out and back in. Then came a burly man, quite large, who also came down into the audience, playing a drum while allowing girls to touch him. I had heard about this beforehand and chose a seat in the middle, which prevented the performers from harassing me. The only highlight was the pole dancing; the dancers were topless, wearing only a thong, and performed quite well. They even took off their thong at the end, earning a lot of applause. Later, several dancers stripped down to the audience and launched balls from inside, almost hitting some people in the face. My wife, who is a germaphobe, screamed in fright and hurriedly covered her face with her bag.
After leaving the theater, she grumbled that the performance was a bit disgusting, wishing it were as beautiful as those in Western adult films. The idea of "shooting balls out" was too dirty. I laughed at her, saying that if it were like that, the performers would be exhausted. Who could do that every day? They'd be worn out! In Thailand, this is an industry, purely commercialized. On boats and in hotels, there are ladyboys performing dances, varying in content, purely for profit, not art.

It's worth mentioning the spas in Thailand. After lunch, our tour guide took us to a spa, dedicating the entire afternoon to it as a highlight of the trip. The guide had told us on the bus that there are many types of spas in Thailand, and the tour company had arranged a standard one for us. If we needed anything else, we could contact the guide later. Inside the spa, I found the guide, listened to the service introduction, and immediately chose the VIP suite service, with one male and one female masseuse, charged by the hour. Three hours would cost approximately 4000 baht. We had told the tour guide beforehand that we didn't want a masseuse, but we wanted one to cooperate with us. So someone led us directly to the second floor. This Thai bathhouse was quite upscale; the room was tastefully decorated in a Southeast Asian style, and being near a window, the natural light was excellent, making the room feel bright and airy—unlike the dark and oppressive atmosphere of some Chinese bathhouses.
Upon entering the room, a waiter came in to ask what drinks we wanted. We ordered whiskey, which I found quite strong. The drink came quickly, and my wife had about half a glass to help her relax completely. I know my wife well; alcohol helps her relax and get into the mood. Since we were there, we wanted to enjoy ourselves and relax. Soon, the masseuses came in. We were lucky; the male masseuse was handsome, my wife's type, and the female masseuse was petite. So, everyone took their positions. My wife lay on the bed next to me, and my attention was entirely on her. Having done this countless times back in China, I was mainly admiring my wife and didn't care about my own feelings. The male masseur first had my wife lie face down, massaging her entire body with oil. After a while, he removed the blanket covering her and started massaging her back, then her lower body, his hands caressing her anus and perineum. My wife soon began to moan. It was a strange feeling; I was incredibly aroused. It's hard to describe the feeling at the time, but it was truly stimulating—a strange man was touching my wife. Keep in mind, my wife was completely exposed to the masseur. Next, the masseur applied pressure to her inner thighs, and my wife seemed to enjoy it. Then, my wife was turned over, face up, and the masseur skillfully massaged her breasts, or rather, played with them. After a few strokes, my wife's moans became noticeably louder, followed by her perineum. After a while, my wife became aroused. At this point, I also felt a long-lost surge of desire and signaled to my female masseur to stop so she could interact with the male masseur. Ignoring whether others were doing this, I went over and turned my wife over again, starting to have sex with her from behind, letting her watch the two masseuses interact while I was doing it to her. The two masseuses embraced, the female masseuse quickly applying oil to the male masseuse and rubbing against him repeatedly. During this time, my wife and I changed positions several times. I felt her vagina quickly tighten, contracting strongly. Since we weren't at home, my wife didn't dare to make her moans too loudly. We finished after twenty minutes, and my wife was very satisfied. I also felt incredibly good; it was the first time my wife and I had done this in front of others.

This kind of scene was indeed a unique experience for my wife, something she wouldn't have dared to imagine in China. Only in Thailand, immersed in the atmosphere of the country, could it happen.
Compared to shows, I prefer the real thing in Thailand; it's truly authentic, with shops everywhere, and it's not expensive. I knew about heterosexual spas in Thailand before I was in China, and I've always been interested in them. After so many years of marriage, my wife has always been very obedient to me, including in the sexual aspect. I've trained and developed her quite well; she's completely accepting of this kind of service from a heterosexual. I think I also have a bit of a cuckoldry complex, but various factors have prevented me from doing so. Back in China, my wife and I discussed this many times. She's open to a threesome if the opportunity arises, but it must be two men and one woman, and the men must be very handsome. I think for couples, the key to enjoyment lies in the shared experience of both partners. Of course, if you can't control your wife, then you can only dream about it; otherwise, it could indeed jeopardize your marriage.
Many friends have asked me where the shop is. I only remember it being in downtown Chiang Mai, a place our tour guide arranged. Since I don't recognize Thai, I don't really remember the name of the shop.

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