Prologue:
Marie looked at the empty text window in front of her and pondered how exactly she wanted to do this. She knew what she wanted to say, but she wasn't sure of exactly how she wanted to say it. Her long fingers tentatively poked at the keys of her laptop as she struggled to find her voice.
"First of all, this ad is NOT bullshit. I may not choose you, but I will choose one man from the responses to this ad to help make their wildest fantasies come true... or at least as true as I can make them. Tell me what you want to roleplay and I'll be happy to help out. There are a few limits though."
Her fingers were starting to move more quickly across the keyboard now that she'd started.
"First of all, I'm a 41 year old married woman. Don't ask me to be your 18-year old babysitter. That's not going to work. You should want me to be someone between the ages of 30 and 45. I look younger than I am, but let's be somewhat realistic here. For that matter, you should be between the ages of 25 and 45. Taboo subjects are fine, but I'm not interested in being your mama or your aunt, or your daughter for that matter. Sister or cousin is okay, but nothing else."
She stopped for a moment to think about the guy who first kindled this fire within her... the guy who wanted her to pretend to be his sister. She got so turned on thinking about the idea, and couldn't believe he flaked out on her. But that fire that was lit refused to die, and she was determined to act on the questions of lust that burned within her.
"I'll be a whore, I'll be a nun, I'll be the sexy librarian or the nurse at your doctor's office. I'll be the lady cop who pulled you over for speeding, or I'll be the soccer mom who you caught going 80 in a 45. We play in a hotel room or at your place, and we only play on weeknights."
These were groundrules both she and her husband had come up with. So was the next rule.
"You get one time and one time only with me, so make it count. Tell me who you want me to be, and if I pick you, we'll discuss how you want it to play out. I will not meet until you give me a phone number and we verify by voice. If you flake on me, I will expose your email address and your picture to the board to warn others of your boorish behavior. So don't write unless you're ready to do this."
She had been burned by jackasses before, but she thought this might stop the posers from responding.
"No anal, no peeing on you, no animals. Other than that, we can discuss any limits beforehand. Here's my pic, now let me here from you. For the subject line of your email, please tell me who you would like me to be, i.e. 'Sister', 'Nun', 'Stewardess', etc. Please include a G-rated picture and a detailed description of yourself."
Before she had time to think twice, she submitted the ad. Then she forced herself away from the laptop and back to the daily realities of life as a mother and wife. The afternoon passed quickly, and it was 9:30 before she found the time to check her email. As her inbox opened she gasped, then started to laugh. There were over two dozen replies in just a few short hours!
She scanned the list for interesting titles first as she toyed with her shoulder-length auburn hair. There were a half dozen "Secretary" titles, along with 4 or 5 "Neighbor" emails. A smattering of "Sister", "Whore", and "Teacher" comprised most of the rest of the emails. There were still a few "Mom/Mother" emails, as well as one "Daughter". Well, no one ever said guys followed directions well. .
She decided that these were plenty to choose from, so she quickly deleted the ad she'd placed and started going through the emails. Guys who didn't fit the age criteria were automatically deleted. So were the ads from guys who were shorter than she was. Hey, no one was going to accuse her of being Florence Nightingale. She wasn't interested in pity fucks, she was interested in having fun while helping a guy out at the same time. She also decided to delete the "Secretary" emails. It sounded like a fun fantasy, but she kind of wanted her first time out to be a little kinky. Not kinky enough to break her rules however, so the forbidden subject emails were deleted as well.
Finally she was left with 5 emails. The first was from a guy looking to play out his older neighbor fantasy. He was in his early 30's, about 6 feet tall with dark brown hair and a sexy smile. He was hoping she would come over because her water was shut off and ask to take a shower. As she was drying off, he would walk into the bathroom thinking she had already left.
Next there was another "Sister" ad. This gentleman was in his late 30's, and had an older sister the same age as Marie. He was fairly average looking, but the picture he sent showed off his rock hard abs and nicely defined chest. He wanted his sister to come over upset about her boyfriend breaking up with her, and then he would console her as a brother first, then as a lover.
The third ad was also looking for a neighbor, but the response was from a pair of roommates! One was 25, the other was 27, and they had an apartment 20 minutes from her house. Her eyes roamed over the picture of the two young men, both of whom were dressed in khaki shorts and polo shirts. They looked like J. Crew models! They didn't provide a lot of detail, just that they wanted her to introduce herself as new to the neighborhood and allow herself to be seduced by the two of them.
The fourth ad was from a guy her own age. The title was "Stranded Motorist". It was the most inventive of the emails she had received, and the fantasy revolved around her knocking at his door one night pretending to be a stranded motorist who needed assistance. After he told her that it was too late for a tow truck, he would offer his couch for her and things would take off from there.
The last ad was from a 35 year old who wanted her to be his maid. She would come to his house in the suburbs and he would have an outfit for her. He provided a little more detail about his fantasy as well, describing how he would catch her in his bedroom trying on a dress for his girlfriend, and he would chastise her and make her take it off, then ravish her body.
So many choices, but she knew she had to pick one. Her hand hovered over her mouse, and then she made her choice...
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Chapter One:
It was a beautiful August night in the suburbs of Philadelphia. The typical humidity had broken with a round of thunderstorms that afternoon, and a cool breeze played on Marie's arms and face as she walked up the sidewalk towards her destination. The 41-year old woman was dressed in jeans and a tight t-shirt, her 38DDD's nicely highlighted by the thin cotton. She was tall, about 5'11, her voluptuous body exuding sexuality. Her large breasts highlighted a narrow waist that flared out to her womanly hips. Her large and firm ass was contained by a tight pair of faded jeans. She had a few extra pounds on her, but they were in all the right places.
After placing her ad a few days earlier, she had narrowed down her list of potential responses to five. Then she had made her choice, and after talking with the person who placed the ad, they had agreed that tonight would be the night to act out his fantasy.
She approached the door of the colonial-style house and rang the doorbell. She carried with her a bag with a clean pair of clothes, as well as some condoms, a toothbrush, and some body wash and perfume. As she had packed it earlier, she thought of it as her "one night stand kit". She could feel the butterflies in her stomach, and was glad that she had toked up before she left the house. She thought of her husband waiting patiently at home for her and smiled to herself. He was fine with her adventure, as long as she gave him a detailed account of what took place when she got back home. Then he would fuck her to even more orgasms, reclaiming his wife before they drifted off to sleep.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the front door opening. A nice looking guy in his early 30's appeared, looking somewhat quizzical.
