Short Stories

Two masseurs

Finally, the day has come and my husband and I have been planning for months. We were about to touch down in Thailand. It's our honeymoon. We mutually selected the destination due to its humid, heated weather and breath-taking beaches. As we fastened our seat belts for landing, my husband whispered in my ears to irritate me. "I've heard there are great massage places nearby. It sounds like something I might try. Maybe a girl will give me a happy ending."

I gave him a hard punch on the shoulder and turned away, annoyed and angry. He laughed softly and held me close. He turned my face back to him slowly. "Hey, I was kidding,"

I flared my nose because I was annoyed. "I don't like such jokes."

He lowered his head and looked truly sorry. "You know I love you so much," he said, looking into my eyes to make sure I understood.

I narrowed my eyes and I was still a little annoyed. I shot him back, "But you're going to try it for a happy ending." I wasn't going to let him off free just yet.

He leaned in close and gave me a passionate kiss, which made me feel loved and safe. He whispered, "Come on, I'm going to have all my happy endings with you." His lips touched mine.

When we got out of the terminal, our car was already there, so we got in and the driver took us straight to Phuket. While I loved the resort, I decided to kept an eye on my husband because I had heard a lot of stories about bar girls and other girls looking for guys to pay them in exchange for sex or their company during holidays.

It was a long flight so we hit the shower as soon as we reached our room and then we headed out to have something to eat. The heat was at its peak due to the change in weather, and I was not in a very good mood. My husband was enjoying the humid weather, as were the girls all around us. When we entered the bar, although we were holding hands, the girls literally jumped on us and asked my husband to pay for their drinks. The way my husband jolted, I burst out in laughter and then we had drinks.

While drinking, I was looking around, and my breath stuck in my throat when I saw a guy leaning against the bar. I don't know if he was waiting for someone or his drink. His peachy skin, lean body, and towering height started melting my panties.

Fuck, he has blue eyes. His dark brown hair added more hotness to his persona. He was using his phone and he had a constant, devilish smile on his face. His nose was straight and a light dusting of freckles was scattered across its bridge and his cheeks.

When our eyes met for a moment, I felt an icy sensation go through my body. Even though his eyes were intense, they were warm, and I thought I saw a smile there. It made me feel both excited and nervous. He locked his phone and tucked it in his pocket.

He turned his head away to look at the crowd, but I couldn't help but keep looking at him. When he found out I was looking at him, he smirked. I quickly hid behind my husband, using him as a shield to compose myself.

My husband was enjoying the drinks and the overall atmosphere of the bar. He sensed something was wrong with me. "Are you alright?"

I finished the rest of my drink in one go. "Perfectly fine."

He resumed drinking. "I thought you were worried about something."

I looked at my husband and pointed at the games. "Let play."

While playing, that blue-eyed stranger and I exchanged a few glances, and every time either he smirked or winked. I felt something stir deep inside me.

During the game, I constantly felt a sexy pair of eyes bore into me. After the game, we headed to the dance floor.

The music was lively. We joined the crowd. I had a mix of eagerness and confusion. My husband and I were completely lost in the dance and music but somewhere in my heart, I wanted to search for him in this crowd.