Tom and Tina's imaginative stories on Literotica had invigorated our sexual fantasies, although they had never actually met my wife and me. They had even convinced us to meet them in Tahiti for a week of fun. While we had agreed in principal to swap partners for an evening, sex is never a sure thing with strangers, even after a year of planning. We justified the trip as a stop on the way for me to attend a scientific conference in Singapore, but we knew the real reason that we were there. We were attracted to couples who loved each other and were imaginative about sex.
Tina had been a teenager and a virgin just finishing her education at a convent school when she had met Tom. She was not a virgin when they married, but she had never felt a cock other than her husband's. It was Tina's repressed sexual fantasies that had been the fuel for their first steps into erotic role playing. Those first few steps were so enjoyable that Tina and Tom took off running. We would never have caught up with them if Tina hadn't wanted to meet her first fantasy lover in person. The man who had seduced her with words was me, Morris40, an occasional contributor and avid reader of Literotica.
Tom's story on Literotica about their adventures in role playing is how I got involved. I had sent Tom an email complimenting him on his story and thanking him for the inspiration behind a couple of superb orgasms that my wife and I shared. One email had lead to another until he was inviting me to seduce his wife with my words. I was hesitant to write to a stranger over the internet, but I get a vicarious thrill imagining strangers drawn into my erotic imagery. Why else would I post stories on Literotica? So what if "loving_hubby" was actually a sex starved divorcee in Nebraska posing as a thirty-something married couple in Thailand. Whoever the author was, he/she knew how to write a sophisticated erotic tale. How could I deny a fellow author the pleasure of imagining me pumping sperm into his wife?
And then I heard from Tina for the first time. Tina really was the woman that Tom had described in his stories about imaginative role playing. Now in her 30's and with two children in school, she had decided that life had more to offer than conventional morality allowed and that sexual adventures shared with her husband would be good for their marriage.
All they needed was a little encouragement. I just told them what Tom had already told me. They already had a stable and loving relationship. What they wanted was some excitement. I told Tina that she was too hot for any one man so that first seductive email culminated in the fantasy of Tom and I making love to her together. My words encouraged Tina to admit that she wanted the sperm of two lovers mixing in her womb. Tom encouraged her to scream my name that night as they made love. Her friend had been right. The excitement of their renewed sexuality invigorated their marriage. Within the month, they had decided to trade partners with their neighbors. It was only a matter of time before my wife and I would be invited to join their circle of swinging couples.
So here we were a year later and half a world away from our home. My wife, Alicia, was swaying in Tom's arms to a sultry beat on the dance floor of a nightclub in Tahiti. The evening was going well, but I was still unsure if it would work out as smoothly as my stories unfold on Literotica. My wife and I were much older than Tom and Tina. I could reassure my wife that she was sexy, but she knew I loved her so somehow my woody didn't count. We still swapped with old friends, but it had been years since she had opened her legs for a stranger -- and especially for a man who had been riding a tricycle when she lost her virginity. She had been unsure whether she wanted to take the risk of being rejected just for the excitement of holding a young man's cock.
Tom was patient. He got to know what aroused her and then tempted her with her own fantasies. I helped, of course. I wanted Tina, but I also wanted to see my wife lose her inhibitions again. Only a younger man like Tom could do that for her. Our emails got hotter and more frequent. We traded pictures in clothing that we could have worn to a formal dinner party. While the pictures were innocent, our thoughts were not. The intensity of our sexual coupling was pushed up a couple of notches. After one exceptionally vigorous orgasm, I asked my wife if she could image having sex with Tom. She answered that not only did she dream about Tom driving his shaft into her but she was aroused by the thought of Tina's lips parting for my cock. We looked at each other knowingly and then fucked like young lovers for the rest of night. The passion of that night had carried us into the arms of our cyber lovers.
The first meeting had gone well. We had been greeted with hugs at the hotel like we had been old friends. We had come to feel like we knew each other and we really did. The impressions formed with words and pictures over the internet fit the reality of these friends we had just met. When Tom touched Alicia's knee as they sat next to each other, it seemed like the most natural of gestures.
My wife's grandparents had all been born in Norway. Her broad shoulders and large breasts were a part of her Scandinavian heritage. A thousand years before her grandparents had immigrated to the United States, her Viking ancestors had carried a woman with dark skin and eyes back with them to their homeland so my wife's skin was a warm brown like Tina's - and as smooth as sheer stockings.
My wife had debated whether to wear stockings and then finally decided to leave her legs bare. Her legs were well shaped from years of rowing but it was a practical decision to go without. She wanted to feel Tom with her bare skin as he lay on top of her that first time and she was afraid she might not get her stockings off before her legs were locked around his back.
Now we all swayed on the dance floor of the night club. My wife had her arms around Tom's neck as he looked in awe down her generous cleavage. Tina's willowy body was barely covered by her translucent dress as she molded herself to me and undulated with the rhythms. Dancing had been a good idea. Tina made dancing seem like sex with clothes on. She moved my hand to her breast during a slow number and sighed when I squeezed her hard like Tom did in his stories. We looked over at our spouses. They were locked in a kiss as they turned slightly. I could see Alicia's hand reach down and rub the bulge in Tom's pants. Tina saw it, too, and thrust her pelvis into me until I groaned and pushed her away to avoid coming right there on the dance floor.
"You can quit worrying now, Morris. She'll get a good ride from Tom."
"Then I can't wait to hear you say those three magic words to me."
She wrinkled her forehead and tilted her head slightly until the inside joke came to her. Then her eyes brightened and a smile spread across her face. She had first heard my voice in a .wav file that I had sent her by email describing how I had made love to her after she said those three magic words to me.
She leaned into me until her lips touched my ear. In a sweet voice that only I could hear, she whispered "Fuck me, Morris!"
She pulled back quickly and laughed without letting go of my hand. Pulling me behind her, she led me from the room. I had waited for this moment since the first image of her face had opened on my computer screen. She was the perfect embodiment of a seductive enchantress. Her glossy red stiletto heels accentuated her shapely legs. Her patterned stockings ended at the top of her thighs but her sheer skirt was so short that a finger's width of caramel colored flesh flashed into view with each step.
She took care that her every move was meant to arouse. The sway of her hips, the way she tossed her long straight hair, her bare back and shoulders -- all conspired to prepare me for the moment when the door of our room clicked shut and she turned to face me.
