This happened a few years ago, when my wife and I were newly engaged and backpacking in SE Asia. Let’s call her Tash. At the time, she was 29 and I was 32. Tash is a very sexy strawberry blonde with an athletic dancer’s body and perky C cups. I wasn’t in the best shape of my life then, but not bad. I’m tall, white and goofy.
Brevity is not my strong point – buckle in for a long one.
Earlier in the trip, we had a couple boozey nights where Tash was THIRSTY to slut it up with others, but wasn’t having any luck picking up hot backpackers to join us. This frustrated her a little. I suggested that next time we were in the mood, we should just be more up front about our ENM relationship and see who is down.
Fastforward to arriving at a party hostel in a new town, where we had a private room. The first thing we see is a sign for their weekly booze cruise down the river the following day and we sign up. Knowing how messy that will be, we have a chill night to ourselves.