A few years ago when my wife and I started to experience a decline in our sex life, I turned to the internet as many men in my situation do. I did the usual perusing of nude websites, looking at pictures of porn stars and such but eventually settling into viewing real wives posted by husbands and boyfriends. I began thinking about posting my wife's photos but feared others would spread them around the web. I began thinking of ways to expose her photos without causing any big problems.
One day I came across Craigslist. The personal section was a wonderful idea since it was localized. I started to place ads on Craigslist for others who wanted to chat or email about our wives or girlfriends. As things progressed I would show them photos of my wife in various states of undress. Once in a while I would actually find someone who was from our town or a neighboring one, alas I never found anyone who knew us personally.
I began getting bolder and bolder, as what excited me early on no longer did the trick. I was hooked, like a junkie, I needed a bigger and bigger fix. I wanted to find someone who knew us and show them my wife, a woman they had seen many times in person, in the altogether. It was a daunting task. I began vetting some of the men I was chatting with, getting more and more information about them and what they liked. Finding out who might be close and could be relied on to be discreet. Once I was sure they could keep things to themselves I began the task of getting them to ask personal questions of me, trying to get information as I had from them. That narrowed down the field even more, but I wanted curious men, ones who would pry into my personal life and get closer even than a lot of our friends.
Eventually I found one such person, I began telling him more and more about my wife and myself. He kept pushing, to the point of meeting my wife in local stores without her being aware of who he was or what he knew. I had basically succeeded in my quest. Here was a man who had met and seen my wife in person, even carrying on conversations with her, knowing what her naked body looked like. It was as close as any man besides my self had gotten to my wife, the only thing better would be him seeing her nude in person. I began plotting.
I thought more and more how I would be able to have this occur. He and I discussed it many times and he was as eager for it to happen as I was. I finally came up with a plan. The layout of our house affords a view of the bedroom through a sliding door from the deck outside, this deck goes around the house past the front door and to the walkway. It was possible for someone to stand outside of our bedroom and watch what was going on inside.
