Tom and I are a married couple in our early forties. Although we've always had a good sex life, the years of everyday busy life, kids and jobs had taken a toll on our passion. We still had sex regularly, but as of late it seemed to get routine.
In an effort to add spice, we tried several new ideas, from watching porn together to reading the penthouse letters (my favorite!). Something about reading it just left so much to the imagination!
Although Tom and I had great sex, we also loved reading about wild sex in the forum and talking dirty during our sessions. From interracial, couple swaps, threesomes, and even bisexual adventures (a personal fantasy of mine was to watch my husband suck another man's cock, although I wouldn't dare tell him), Tom and I were turned on by everything. We were smart enough to realize however that these were just fantasies and that acting them out for real would be disastrous to our marriage, even though it was incredibly erotic to fantasize together about it.
One night I went down to my husband's office expecting to find him working. To my surprise, he had his cock in his hand in front of his computer! He had a shocked look on his face. Thinking he was looking at porn as we'd done together in the past in bed, I came around to see what pics he had pulled up.
To my surprise, there were no pictures but words. "Wow, did you find an erotic story site? As I looked closer however, I noticed words being typed on the screen. Not being a computer person at all, but hearing about it before, I asked, "Is this a chat site?"
Tom, seemingly uncomfortable with my discovery, stuttered a little but finally acknowledged it. He was talking with what seemed to be several people, men and women, about various topics. The last line on it was from a lady named "wild_wife", stating: "you'd love me to suck your cock til you explode, wouldn't you!?"
At first, I was a little upset. He was talking sex with a strange woman on the computer. He assured me this was just a spontaneous thing, that "wild_wife" had been talking about other things and that the topic turned to sex with her husband. Tom started to get very horny reading her words talking about her and her husband's exploits in adult theatres, porn shops and with other couples. Reading back thru the dialog, it seemed a little too far fetched that one couple did all that. I asked, "How do you know she really did all this? She could be lying about all of it?"
He began to relax a little and said, "Well, it doesn't really matter. It's all about fantasy. It's almost like the penthouse letters you read, Janet. Except here, its made up as you go."
Thinking about this for a moment, with a sly smile I said, "How do you even know this is a woman?" Tom turned white suddenly, and I burst out laughing.
Over the course of the next few nights, we started to use the chat room together, as I was mildly curious. Most of the people were nice, but obviously wanting to talk about sex, and some discussions got me very hot. One of the reasons is the total freedom of these rooms – to be anybody you want, say anything you want no matter how slutty or dirty and no one knows who you are. Tom and I began thinking this could be the "spice" we'd been looking for!
Some asked about exchanging phone numbers to call and talk sex. Tom and I stayed away from that. This was anonymous and wanted to keep it that way. We began seeing some familiar names over and over and would chat with them. After Tom would talk dirty with them (and me watching and getting very wet), we'd retire to the bedroom for some great sex. This became an occasion once or twice a week.
We got into a chat with a regular called "Mark" whom we'd spoke with before one night, and Tom told him that his wife was with him at the PC watching. Mark thought that was interesting that we did it together. We began talking casually about our sex practices, and even told him we were in a bit of a slump. He was amazed at how tame we were.
Mark however, made a proposition to us that was a first for us. He asked if we "cyber-swing". Not knowing what that meant, he said it was basically us having sex with him while on the computer. He even challenged us to a game.
"If you want to spice up your sex life, invite me into your bed. Turn over control of your sex to me. Whatever I instruct you to do to each other, do it. This way, you'll experience things you've always fantasized about doing, but without the embarrassment of having to ask for it yourself," Mark typed.
The look on Tom's face was one of fascination, but I got a little freaked and immediately turned the computer off and went upstairs. When Tom came up to check on me, I had calmed down a little. I just found it all a little weird.
The entire session did have me incredibly turned on, however. Over the next day, I began thinking about it nonstop, and then spoke with Tom that night.
"Do you know how excited we get reading the penthouse stories about threesomes and how great it would be, even though we'd never do it?" I said.
"How can I forget?! Those are the best!"
"Well, I was thinking. This is our chance to live a little of that without any of the guilt. Having a threesome, someone else involved but they can't hear us, see us, touch us or contact us. Plus, how hot would that be to have someone tell us to perform acts on each other while we do it!"
Tom was instantly turned on. He got back on line and found Mark who was online again that night, and said that we were definitely on for it the following night.
The next night came and before we logged on, Tom and I discussed how we were going to do this.
"I say we just see how it goes, and do what we feel like," I said.
Tom was a little more bold. "Janet, if we're going to do this, we should do it right. If he's in charge, let's let him totally control it. That's what will make it so exciting!"
"That sounds fine, but we don't know this guy!"
"Who cares? It's over the computer. It's not like he's in the room!"
We finally agreed to the ground rules: To maximize this experience, for good or for bad, we agreed to do whatever he asked us to, with one exception – that its not physically harmful.
With that, Tom pulled out a bag. Inside it was a 10 inch dildo. This one was different though – it was incredibly life-like. Soft yet firm to the touch and it even had veins!
