Our First Orgy in Thailand

A few weeks after I came back from my MILF trip to Goa (Read: The Mommy’s Club), Urmi and I flew to Thailand for our anniversary. We found Koh Sukorn (Trang), an off-beat island that provided solace and tranquillity.

Within no time, we were in our swimsuits, enjoying the pristine blue waters of this island. A sparse crowd meant more intimate time, even on the beach. Urmi could even sit comfortably topless, enjoying the sunset by the water.

On our second day, we met a couple who were heading back home. They stayed here for a week. After chatting with them for a while, they suggested we should try the orgy experience, if we were up for it.

“Looking at you guys, it seems you’ll be comfortable with it,” he winked. “If not, you’ll still have a great time on this island,” the man continued.

This wasn’t exactly a part of the tourism industry. So he introduced us to a guy who would take us to a villa to participate in this experience. While all this sounded creepy, we still trusted it not to be a scam, based on the recommendation.

The man handed us a card with an address and in his broken English instructed us, “8 o’clock, here!”

We reached the location a few minutes before 8, but everything seemed quiet at first. The silence was finally broken by faint murmurs coming from the other side of the gate. As we peeked inside, we could see a few more people, mostly couples. We heaved a sigh of relief that we weren’t scammed.

At the stroke of 8, the same man appeared from somewhere and ushered all of us inside. It was a spacious villa with a sprawling living room lined with sofas, various chairs, and other seating arrangements.

The open kitchen was located on the left, with an island counter situated right in the centre. There was a set of stairs going up, but they were barricaded with a red rope.

A middle-aged woman then welcomed us. Her English, unlike the man’s, was impeccable. She explained to all of us how the evening would pan out.

“As you are aware, this is going to be an orgy session,” she started. “You’ll be completely naked in front of everyone, and will also be enjoying intercourse in the open,” she continued.

Before she gave a further set of instructions, she asked if anyone wanted to back out before they started. No one did.

There were a total of 20 couples, and she handed each one a basket with a number on it. Ours was 12. We were told to strip naked and place our clothes in that basket.

While most removed it without any hesitation, some did it slowly, out of shyness. As the baskets were taken away, she continued with her instructions.

“This session will be one hour long,” she said softly. “You are free to have intercourse with anyone you wish to, even same sex, but with their consent,” her tone became firm for that moment.

“To keep it fair, this bell will ring every 10 minutes for you to change your partner,” she rang the melodious bell with a smile to demonstrate.

“You can either continue with the same partner, choose another one, or join another couple if they consent,” her stern voice returned.

“All men will be required to wear a condom,” she pointed at a box that was filled with condom packets. “You can take as many as you want,” she winked.

“Since this is a private experience, photography and videography are strictly prohibited,” she continued in her soft voice. “You are free to use the living area and the kitchen for this session, but the upstairs area is prohibited for everyone,” she pointed at the entrance of the stairs.

As 40 naked people stood in anticipation, I could notice that some men already had an erection, including me, looking at 20 naked women in the room. Some men were already stroking their dicks; grabbing their partner’s ass or boobs to curtail the excitement.

To start things off, the woman passed a closed bag containing another set of 20 tokens and asked only the women to pick a number. They would start their experience with the man holding that number.

One by one, the women picked a number. Urmi pulled number 5, a tall dusky Asian man, with a good size erect dick. Urmi later told me that he was Sri Lankan. He was instantly drawn to Urmi, checking her out as she made her way towards him. He put her arm around his waist.

“Number 12?” The woman called out. I raised my hand. A short woman, who unmistakably looked Indian, smiled at me from the corner. As she walked towards me, I noticed her petite figure. Her boobs had the same structure as Urmi’s, but she had quite a big ass.

She came close and almost whispered her name, “Priya!”

I smiled and introduced myself, “Darvesh!”

Her inhibition lowered a bit, realising that I was Indian. Urmi looked at me and gave me an impressive look, approving of Priya.

“Girlfriend?” Priya asked, looking at Urmi. “Wife!” I told her.

“That’s my husband,” she pointed at the man with number 7, who was looking rather happy with his white woman.

As the clock struck 8:30 PM, the melodious bell rang once.

“You can start the experience!” The woman exclaimed, but this time with a more sensuous voice.

The Sri Lankan whisked away Urmi to the other corner of the room. He looked in no mood to waste a single minute with her. His hand was already exploring her perfectly round ass.

I took Priya in my arms gently, and we started kissing right there on the spot. She took a few minutes to open up, but when she did, she completely gave herself to me.

We spotted a space on one of the sofas and continued our passionate moments there. She sat on the sofa spreading her legs, wanting me to lick her pussy immediately. I obliged. While she had a little bush, it didn’t cause any hindrance for my tongue to explore her wet folds.

Her hand grabbed my hair, pulling it slightly with every move of my tongue. I knew I had to penetrate those folds. My dick was already throbbing. I stood up, giving her a good angle to suck my dick. It didn’t take her much time to engulf and devour it.

I picked up a condom from the box, wore it, and started penetrating Priya doggy style on the sofa. Her ass rippled as my pelvis hit it constantly, making me spank her harder. I purposely faced her towards her husband, who was enjoying the warmth of a white woman’s pussy.

In the other corner, Urmi was getting penetrated by the Lankan on a bar stool, and she seemed to be enjoying it a lot.

The villa that was so quiet 10 minutes ago was now filled with moans, both soft and deep. The first 10 minutes were up as the bell rang. Priya was already panting, her ass red with my fingers.

An elderly white man, probably in his late 50s, approached Priya almost instantly and asked politely, “Can I?”

Priya nodded with a smile and was about to turn when the man stopped her. “I really enjoyed watching him spanking your ass. If we can continue the same?” He asked. Priya nodded once again, realising that her ass would be inviting quite a few men tonight.

“I’ve always wanted to do it with an Indian woman,” the man whispered in my ear as I started to leave.

I quickly caught up with Urmi, as the Lankan moved on to another woman. “How was it?” I asked excitedly.

“Amazing!” She replied quickly. “I started with an Indian,” I added with a smile.

While we were talking, a girl in her mid-20s approached me. From her facial features, she looked Japanese.

“Are you both hooking up?” She asked softly in her high-pitched voice, confirming she was Japanese.

“No, please, go ahead!” Urmi encouraged her.

As I took her to another part of the living room, Urmi was being kissed by a white man.

My Japanese hook up had perky boobs and a well shaved pussy. She was here with her boyfriend, who was enjoying his time in the kitchen. Her nimble frame made it easy for me to lift her.

Being already wet from her previous rendezvous, she sat on my dick almost immediately, riding it. Her boobs easily fit in my mouth. I couldn’t help but notice how soft they were, almost like a cushion.

Her moans started getting louder as I thrust her vigorously. She sounded exactly like women in Japanese porn.

As time passed, couples began to turn to threesomes. I even saw a few same-sex intercourses happening in a corner. The air was thick with lust, as sweaty bodies were entwined across the expanse of the living room and the kitchen.

After about 30 minutes, some men had already ejaculated, but that didn’t stop them from enjoying further. I had to ensure that I didn’t cum before the end of this session, effectively wasting the rest of my time.

I got hold of Urmi before anyone came asking for her and took her to the kitchen. I made her sit on the island kitchen platform, spread her legs, and enjoyed her pussy. After having sex with a few different men within half an hour, she got completely horny when I started penetrating her.

She held me by the back of my neck and thrusted her hips onto my dick rapidly. It was quite a scene as some men stroked their dicks looking at us.

When we were done, two men approached her at the same time. Not to disappoint either, she agreed to both and enjoyed a threesome in the living room. It turned out that one of the men was bi-sexual. His dick found the much needed warmth in the other man’s anus.

My eyes fell on an ebony woman whose bronze-like body almost shimmered in that dimly lit room. She was already smiling as I approached her, and instantly said, “Come here, baby!”

Her kissing was passionate, and so were her body movements. Her tight pair of boobs with dark nipples would make any man go weak in his knees. I didn’t realise when she started stroking my dick as we continued kissing.

“Where are you from?” She asked. “India!” I replied promptly.

“Oh wow! I’ve never done it with an Indian before,” she smiled.

“What about you? Where are you from?” I got intrigued.

“I’m originally from Colombia, but live in the UK now,” she told me.

With no need for more information, she started going down on me, licking my nipples on the way. Her blowjob felt a lot professional, as if she did it for a living. She didn’t forget about my balls, her tongue moving like a snake all over them.

We didn’t care for a space on the sofa, as we just lay on the floor. She sat on my dick and rode it like a seasoned individual. With one hand she squeezed her boob, and with the other she rubbed her pussy. I knew I wasn’t going to last any longer, and it indeed came to be true.

Just a few minutes before the bell rang, I squirted hard inside her. The pleasure on my face brought a smile to her face. She didn’t get up immediately. But I moved her hips gently on my dick, as if extracting every last drop of my cum and satisfaction.

As the bell rang, she fell on me, heaving her glowing body on mine. We continued to work together for the last 10 minutes of the session. I sat her down on the sofa eventually and licked her pussy for the entire duration, ensuring that even she left satisfied.

The lights slowly began to come back on as the clock read 9:30 PM. An hour had passed just like that. I saw Urmi hugging a barely 19-year-old guy, who seemed to have had a great time tonight.

As she came towards me, we both kissed for a couple of minutes, waiting for our clothes basket to be returned.

Surprisingly, a bus was arranged for us that would drop us off at the island centre, from where we could find transportation back to our respective resorts or hotels. Priya, the woman with whom I started the night, was sitting right at the back with her husband.

Both deep in a kiss, his hand finding its way through her shorts, masturbating her.

As we reached our room, Urmi and I shared our experiences, thinking about the next type of experience before heading home.