I was already studying linguistics and history at 20. It was a completely normal semester break. Like the year before, my parents sent me on vacation so I could see a bit of the world.

I had heard that Vietnam had fully rebuilt, so I wanted to go there for 14 days. I prefer rural areas; I don't feel very comfortable in big cities.

The matter then proceeded quite simply. The plan was for me to travel around the country a bit. So no hotel was booked, or only for the first night. I had to take care of it on site every day. As soon as I found the hotel, I set out in the evening to explore.

 

 I mingled with the people. I just followed some locals and found myself in a bar of sorts. Something like a GoGoBar, but different, more discreet, more civilized. So it's not a disreputable place, just normal, with special options. Since it wasn't so obvious at first glance, it took me quite a while to realize what was going on. But so far no one has approached me.

Then a handsome young Vietnamese man approached. He tried French first, then English. I could do both, but I preferred English.

He was well-mannered, civilized, and gallant, but he got straight to the point very quickly. He wanted to spend a few nice hours with all of me - at his home. He presented it nicely, but of course I was very skeptical. He then explained to me that he would like to have a white woman. Yes, I know that; I've always wanted a black man. So I went along spontaneously because I understood him and because I enjoyed his honest directness. 

 

He was a fantastic lover. I have no idea why we always underestimate Asians so much. Yes, he's shorter than me. But he has a very well-trained body. He brought me to climax several times, but the ultimate orgasm only came at dawn; I had never experienced anything like it before! I briefly thought about how I actually had to go to the hotel and then to the bus before I fell asleep, exhausted. I didn't wake up until late in the afternoon. One night turned into two, then three, then a week—I was already sore! But I couldn't get enough of him. At least I saved the hotel costs.

After a week, I had anal sex for the first time. I'd never dared to give oral sex, but he'd wrested that from me too - I had to come up with something, sore as I was. Then it became two weeks and I wrote an email home saying I would stay another week. 

 

 I overslept the second email to my parents—I was very busy! Basically, I just had sex, then slept, ate, and washed before the cycle started again. Vaginal, anal, oral—that was the three-day cycle. I didn't know until then that I was such a whore.

After four weeks, an email came from my parents. Yes, I'll stay another week?

Then it became two months, then three. After three months, we had the final conversation about me having to go home. The counterargument was a marriage proposal. And I simply said yes.

The sex died down a bit, and after the three-day cycle, I was given a day off. After another three months, we got married. Unusually fast for the customs of the country, but it suited the priest's timing well. It was a Buddhist wedding.

Overall, it's a very conventional marriage. I manage the house and the household. He earns the money. I had to adapt culturally, especially as a wife. To outsiders it may look like D/s. But that's not it. It's always a respectful, loving interaction in both directions. I just have to play my part so the neighbors don't talk badly about us.

I serve him and the guests. I admit that today, after 11 years, I still hardly speak any Vietnamese. I don't have to. He writes the shopping list, I simply hand it over and receive the items—the people already know me. 

 

 Since there are two men in the house, I have been very well sexually satisfied. I have sex with my husband two to three times a week. My other lover wears a penis cage; he's allowed to have sex with me twice a week, under strict supervision. My husband also has sex with him two to three times a week while wearing his penis cage.

 

My husband is the boss in the house and, of course, in bed too. And, as is the way of married life, our sex gets kinkier with each passing year.

After my husband has fucked No. 2, I have to give him a thorough blowjob; this has been standard practice for years.

For three years, it has been one of my daily duties to rim No. 2's anus – for an hour every day. My husband loves it, too.

For two years, we've loved things a little dirty. My husband and I go peeing together...while I'm peeing in the toilet, he pees on my face – No. 2 cleans up the mess.

For a year now, we've been saving up on toilet paper. After we do our business, I lick my husband's and No. 2's assholes clean, and No. 2 licks mine clean. 

 

 Now, next month, I'm going to get pregnant by someone else. I thought the idea was simply brilliant. I stopped taking the pill today, and it's starting in 14 days.

The daily party takes place at a neighboring property... I've known the owner for a while and always found him nice, but kind of strange. Today I know why. Anyway... he's just very bizarre; he hosts pretty much all the parties of that kind in the area.

Every evening after dinner, I have to go somewhere where at least three men are waiting for me.

Afterward, I have to go home and fulfill my marital sexual duties there.