A few months ago I received and email from someone calling themselves "Laura". She was asking about my stories on Literotica. She was asking me to tell her more about me. I wasn't sure where it was all going but I still played along.
After a number of emails I could sense something was on her mind other than just email chatting. She was asking questions about where I lived. She wanted to know how true my stories really were. I really didn't know what to think about all these questions. I've received emails before. Most of the ones I have received were either a husband with a hotwife or a wife who had a husband wanting her to be a hotwife.
"Laura, can I ask you where this is all going?" I emailed.
"I'm sorry, I know all my questions have to seem odd. I'll tell you more of what this is all about. I found my husbands internet history and found Literotica as one of the sites he visited frequently. After looking closer I saw he looked at a good number of your stories. It took me a while and some good investigating but I found he was extremely critical of your stories. His comments on your stories were harsh. It wasn't just your stories, but others as well. After reading your stories I found them to be a turn on and thought I'd reach out. This is why I have been asking you all the questions." Laura emailed back.
"I opted to allow comments on my stories. I think you can opt to not allow them, but I just though it was best to allow them. Thank you for telling me what was going on. I'm sorry you found your husbands internet history. I do have a few repeat critics who slam every story I publish. I could probably guess your husband is one of them. So, are you just wanting to find out more? Or were you wanting to see if we had been in contact? I understand your concern." I emailed to her.
"I honestly am not sure where I want this to go. I'm upset at what he has been looking at. I'm also upset at how mean he was in his comments. You want to get back at him?" Laura emailed.
"Ha, I love your mind. What are you thinking?" I emailed back.
"Here is a pic of me. Look at my pic and tell me what you think." Laura emailed.
"Wow, you are incredibly sexy. Your body looks amazing in that little black dress! After seeing this pic, I'm game for anything." I emailed.
"Great. I'm glad you like it. I was nervous to send it. My husband doesn't even know I have that dress. I bought it a six months ago when he promised to take me on date nights and we never went. He always finds some reason why we can't go. I was planning on surprising him with it one night. How about I wear it for you instead?" Laura emailed.
"I'd love it. Let's do it!" I emailed back.
Two weeks went by and Laura didn't reply. I assumed she was flirting and decided to not act on her desires.
"Hey there, what are you up too?" Laura emailed one morning.
"Not much, what are you up too? It's been a while. I thought you disappeared." I emailed back.
"Sorry, I just got busy. I'm free now though. Still want to see me in that black dress?" Laura emailed.
"I understand, we all get busy sometimes. Yes, of course I want to see you in that black dress." I emailed.
"Okay, I'll show you me in the black dress, but I have a favor to ask in return." Laura emailed.
"Okay, I think I can do a favor, what is it you want?" I emailed.
"I want you to write a story about me so my asshole of a husband can read it. Since he had been so mean to you in the past, I want to give him something to really be upset about. I want him to read your story and all the details of a sexual encounter and wonder if it was his wife you are writing about. Will you do this for me?" Laura emailed.
"Sure, I will do that. You look really hot in that black dress, if that's what it takes to see you in person wearing it, I'm completely game. Let me know some times and places when we might be able to arrange something like that." I emailed.
"What are you doing today?" Laura emailed.
"I'm free, but aren't you like five or six hours away from me? Are you planning on driving here today?" I emailed.
"I'm already here. I just thought I'd take a day trip. It took some careful planning but I think I can pull this off. You want to come visit me in my hotel room?" Laura emailed.
I was shocked to hear about Laura's plan. She seemed to have thought things out. We agreed to meet at her hotel.
"Hi!" I said as Laura opened her hotel door.
"Hi!" Laura said back and motioned for me to come inside.
"So, how are you?" I asked not really sure what to say to get the conversation going.
"I'm good." Laura answered.
"This was unexpected." I told her.
"Sorry, I hope it's a good unexpected. So, am I what you thought I'd be?" Laura asked.
"Heck yeah, I'm doing everything I can just to keep my tongue from falling out of my mouth. You look amazing." I told her.
"You like the dress too?" Laura asked.
"Honestly, I'm doing everything I can to try not to stare because it looks so sexy on you. My gosh...it is...tight...and short...and...wow...sorry...I'm trying not to stare." I told her.
"I spend six days a week at the gym and this dress was purchased so that someone would stare at me in it. Please, keep staring." Laura stated.
"Well, all that gym time has paid off! Your body is amazing." I said.
"I'm sure you are surprised to see me." Laura said.
"Yes, I actually am very surprised to see you. Sometimes people talk a big game but never follow through. After a few days of not hearing back from you, I assumed you were finished talking." I told her.
"Well, I was just planning things out. I wanted to make sure I thought things through." Laura said.
"I think I like this plan!" I said smiling at Laura.
"I thought you would. Just to confirm and make sure we are on the same page, you are going to write a story about this, right?" Laura asked.
"Of course, I will write a story about this experience. Is there anything in particular you want to make sure I cover in the story? Also, is your name really Laura?" I asked.
"No, my name isn't Laura. I'd prefer to not tell you my real name. As far as what I want you to cover in your story. I found my husbands internet history and saw he reads these stories. I then found him being critical to writers. I know he reads your stories and I know he will read any new ones you write. I want him to read a story about a wife who meets up with you and spends the afternoon fucking you in a hotel room. I want him to wonder if it was his wife who you were writing about." Laura said.
"I can handle that. I guess the next question is how you want this to go? Are you wanting him to read about his wife seducing another man or his wife being seduced by another man? I asked.
"Good question. I want him to read a story about his wife forced to be a slut for another man." Laura said.
"Forced?" I asked.
"Yes, forced and used by another man." Laura said.
"That's a fun twist." I told her.
"My husband seems to be the most critical of stories with wives who are convinced to cheat but end up liking it." Laura said.
"I like that. How do you propose we get this into a forced situation?" I asked.
"I've got that covered." Laura said as she opened her purse and pulled out an envelope. "This is for you".
I opened the envelope Laura handed to me. There was a picture inside. The picture was of Laura bent over looking into a mirror with a man behind her taking a picture. The man had his dick deep inside her fucking her from behind. Laura's face was very clear in the picture.
"Dang, that's a hot picture. I'm guessing that's not your husband?" I asked.
"No, it's not. It's a friend of his. In that picture he is fucking me in our bedroom at home. You could say I seduced him last week." Laura said.
"Seduced him?" I asked.
"Yes, I texted him and asked him to drop by to sign a surprise birthday card for my husband. When he got to our house I answered the door wearing only a towel. Of course I apologized for not being dressed and told him I had thought I had more time and just got out of the shower. He didn't seem to mind. He had no objections and was happy to still come in to sign the card." Laura said.
