Introduction

For many years, I travelled on business around the Middle East and Far East, just another faceless corporate drone, sat in Business Class on flights and staying in City Center 5 Star hotels. I was happily married and would return home to my Wife and family, guiltless other than a few flirty drinks with random strangers in Hotel Bars. My life was blameless, my wife adoring but unadventurous, our lives a never ending conveyor belt of vanilla, destined for mid ranking obscurity and blandness. Then something happened....

It truly was a "Sliding Doors" moment, completely unforeseen and unplanned. However, as we took an unknowing step on this new path, the door to our old lives slammed shut and like Dorothy stepping outside in Oz, our lives became Technicolour and so we wandered off unawares down the Yellow Brick Road, Rob and Sharon hand in hand,off on new adventures.

Chapter 1 - Sri Lankan Crab Curry and a Proposition  

We lived in Kuala Lumpur at the time, Malaysia, Truly Asia as the adverts ran. We had moved there a few years earlier from a tough posting in the Middle East, not the shiny Sky Scrappers and party's you find there today. So KL, (the South East Asian's love to use abbreviations for everything!) was a Paradise, our Children were young and life was safe and easy. Into this mix came some new friends, the type you immediately hit it off with, for reasons no one really knows, but you just click.

Marcy & Si were fellow Brits, with young children too and new to the world of Expat overseas postings. Si worked in the same business as I did and his wife was a stay at home Mum, a few years younger then him. We immediately took them "under our wing", in that friendly way you do with your fellow countryman in far off places. We became good friends the 4 of us, they lived nearby and we would "pop round" to each others places, have drinks of an evening as the tropical days came to an end, usually with dramatic, fireworks of thunderstorms playing out and torrential rain beating down. Nights out in local bars and restaurants and became the norm as our lives entagled and soon weekend breaks to nearby tropical resorts were a thing too.

Si was a tall man, well over 6.1/2 feet and Marcy was of a similar build, outwardly their lives were like ours and we never saw any indication of anything different. With all the tooing and froing between our houses and the shared holidays, we became used to seeing them in their pool and beach wear, not unusual in KL where most expats had a pool in their Condo or garden. I can rember thinking that Marcy had a very stricking figure, I did try not to notice! A similar height to her husband, her breasts were surprisingly small, maybe a B cup, but her complexion was that delightfull gently freckled Englishness. In her bikini top, her nipples were always hard, showing through the soft material, once or twice I caught a seductive glimpse of her aureoles, a darkenend ring not really in keeping with the complexion of her skin. However, her lack of volume on her chest was more than made up on her hips and rear, truely curvaceous. Her plump round bottom made her hips swell out and best of all nestled at the top of her thighs, her pubic mound was clearly visible through her briefs, her labia dicernable through the damp fabric. I had to make an effort to not stare, but it turned out I wasnt the only one who had noticed!

As usual for the time of year, the weather on that Friday night was wet, the rain coming down in sheets as we ran over to the local restaurant, barely staying dry under the umbrellas. Situated in a row of modern shop houses, a 10 minute walk from our home, Marcy and Si were sat waiting at a high top table under the Five Foot Way, the covered walkway outside each of the shop houses. Shaking ourselves dry we sat opposite each other with Sharon and Marcy sat at one side of the table and Si and myself at the other. Si poured us each a chilled Rose from the half empty bottle in the cooler and the night commenced. They had eaten at the restaurant before, a family run Sri Lankan joint, no more than 10 tables on the ground floor of the shophouse and a few high tops overflowing into the covered walkway outside. The food was simple but delicous, some old Sri Lankan lady no doubt directing nieces, nephews and grand children in the cramped kitchen at the back. Mum & Dad running front of house. The food was delicious and firey, small plates with strange new names kept appearing as Marcy and Si ordered, with more cold wine or beers to try to quench the flames. Then came the Crab Curry! In all my years I have never tasted anything as fierce, painful or intense yet sublime, in my life. Later when I understood more the equisite sexual pleaseure that can come from certain pain, I realised the joy and addictiveness of eating this spicey concoction, however at the time time I wasnt sure if I wanted to laugh or cry, but the pleasure was intense and moorish. Sharon was turning red, but she too didn't want to stop eating either, the sweat rolling down from her brow, her complexion flushed at her throat and bare glistening cleavage, gasping for breath. We were all laughing at each other, enjoying the dish and looking at her through my own half closed eyes I commented, "Sharon are you sure you're not having an orgasm?".

Marcy turned to her, her hand gently touching Sharons cheek and looking her in the eye, she leaned in closer and in a whisper that both Si and I also heard siad, "Sweetie, I would just love to see that". Sharon immediately seemed taken aback, a small shock of static leaped from her cheeck to Marcy's fingers as she pulled slighty away but then something changed in her. She glanced across the table to me, my mind was spinning, a combination of the wine, the curry and what I had just heard but the questioning look in Sharons eyes was unmistakable, "Should I", they asked and I replied to the unasked question with a smile and a nod. Sharon turned back to Marcy, who was sharing her own glances with Si, leaned forward and kissed Marcy, a lingering tender kiss but on the lips and from where I was sitting I could see that Marcy reciprocated and just for an instance their tongues brushed together before Sharon pulled away, Marcy holding on for s split second by gently biting on Sharon lower lip as she withdrew.

In that second the doors slid open, our world changed and Technicolour was switched on.

Chapter 2 - A Night Like No Other