Two weeks after our encounter with the neighbors, I received an unexpected e-mail from Morris (Morris40 at Literotica) whom you will remember as Tina's online lover in Chapter 7 of this series.
Morris stated in his e-mail that he was scheduled to attend a scientific conference in Singapore the following month. His wife Alicia would be accompanying him on the trip.
The couple would be making a one-week stopover in Tahiti on their way to Singapore, and Morris suggested that Tina and I meet them on the south Pacific island.
Morris did not elaborate any further but, considering the sizzling online affair he had with my wife, it wasn't difficult to guess what a major item on the agenda would be. And exotic Tahiti would be the ideal place for such an illicit rendezvous between my wife and her online lover.
After her recent sexual exploits, first with Dave, and later with Fred and Frankie, Tina was losing interest in online sex. Her unbridled experience at the hands of these real-life lovers had left her yearning for even more venturous sex.
My mind worked overtime on the possibilities such an encounter could offer, and I was in the grips of excitement as I went through the e-mail at least five times to make sure I was not just imagining what I had read.
Tina was simply stunned. She couldn't believe that she would actually get to meet Morris. And meeting Morris meant more than just shaking his hand.
"How embarrassing ..." she exclaimed, trying to conceal her excitement "How am I going to face him after all those things we said to each other?"
"Just face him as his lover," I comforted her, "Think of all those naughty things you'll actually get to do with him. And don't forget, I'll also get a chance to taste his wife Alicia."
Before we knew it, we were on the flight to Tahiti. Most of the passengers were tourists headed for the white beaches. During the flight, Tina was visibly excited, but she was also a bit apprehensive.
"It's not the same," she pondered aloud, "The guy may be completely different in real life. I only hope it doesn't end up as an anticlimax."
"Just enjoy yourself," I advised her, "He won't be able to resist you when he sees you in real life."
It was mid-afternoon when we landed at the International Airport in Papeete. We were picked up and taken to the resort by van.
Just as we finished checking-in at the reception counter, a distinguished looking couple, who appeared to be in their fifties, emerged from the elevator. They hurried towards us, and I easily recognized Morris.
He greeted me with a firm handshake. The girls hugged and kissed each other on the cheeks. Then Morris took Tina's hand in his and gave her a nervous peck on her cheek, while I gave Alicia a warm hug.
In the elevator, Tina maintained a demure disposition, with lowered gaze, avoiding direct eye contact with anyone. She appeared very self-conscious, probably because of her steamy online trysts with Morris. I hoped that she would not take too long to recover from her embarrassment. I really wanted her to enjoy herself with Morris.
Morris had booked two adjoining rooms with an interconnecting door. Tina and I placed our luggage in the room allotted to us, and adjourned to the adjacent room for a welcome drink.
The other couple had already unpacked their suitcases. Alicia stood behind her husband with her arms around his waist, as he poured red wine into small glasses. They projected themselves as a very loving couple.
"Let's make ourselves at home," Morris suggested, holding his glass up in a toast. Tina and I settled onto the sofa, while Morris and Alicia made themselves comfortable on the thick carpet.
Tina was initially very quiet, but the wine and Morris' verbal nudging quickly soothed her nerves, and I was glad when she started talking more freely.
"We have a whole week here. I love canoeing and kayaking, and that's what I'll be doing most of the time," Morris teased, looking at Tina to see her reaction, "Unless anyone has any other suggestion ..."
"But you also love sex, don't you?" his wife interjected, "And you know who is here with us. I bet you aren't going anywhere near those boats ... not with Tina around."
My wife's face turned visibly red even as she pretended to be not paying any attention to the conversation.
"You talking about my wife?" I asked with a blur look on my face, "She'll make sure you spend most of your time in bed."
We carried on with the banter, sportingly poking fun at one another, with frequent sexual innuendos, often implying the possibility of adulterous sex.
Later, when the two ladies decided to go out onto the balcony to "get some fresh air" and to "check out the scenery", Morris and I managed to exchange notes on our expectations for the next few days.
"The scenery is just an excuse," Morris said in a lowered voice, "Actually, Alicia wants to have a word with your wife to make sure she's ready, and to clear the air about what to expect."
"If you're talking about sex, Tina's just waiting for some really good fucks in the next few days," I told Morris, to his utter delight.
We discussed a few issues and concurred on most. The main purpose of our holiday together was to swap and share our spouses, relinquishing matrimonial restraints in favor of individual choice and consent. Morris and I ventured a little further by accepting the possibility of other suitable individuals getting involved in our intimate activities.
"It's beautiful out there," Tina announced, as she and Alicia came back to join us. I was pleased when Tina sat down on the carpet next to Morris, and Alicia plopped onto the sofa beside me. Obviously the two girls had done some serious talking out there, and Alicia had shared more than just the beautiful scenery with my wife.
The four of us continued with our flirtatious banter, but now that the cards had been laid out, sexual connotations were becoming more explicit and the girls were becoming visibly aroused.
A subtle but intended realignment of relationships was taking shape. There was an unquestionable attraction between Morris and Tina, while Alicia and I were fast developing that feeling of closeness.
Morris gave a knowing smirk when he saw my hand resting on Alicia's knee, but he soon became too engrossed with Tina to notice my fingers sneaking a little higher up his wife's thigh.
Morris' foot shifted closer to Tina's, and his big toe rubbed impatiently against the side of her foot. Tina made no attempt to move her foot away, obviously enjoying the physical contact.
