The following story is based on true events. Some of it is totally made up. I will let you, the reader, and your imagination, decide which is which. Many thanks to bothwaysbecky for taking my mess and turning it into a coherent story. All mistakes are my own.
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My hand shook slightly as I moved my mouse pointer over the link to publish my ad to Craigslist. "What have I done?" I thought to myself. "Do I REALLY want this? Will she go for it? Do I want her to? What if she finds out I am behind it? Would she leave me? Will she even be interested? What if everyone who responds is a dud?" I clicked anyway, and the post titled "Seduce my wife" published onto the "Casual Encounters" section of the local Craigslist page.
It read, in part, "looking for someone to seduce my wife. When we were younger, we had sex often, but now the demands of life and parenthood have drained my wife's libido. She has told me several times she doesn't feel sexy anymore, and that sex just seems like another chore she has to do. I know that she used to get hit on and flirt with guys at work before we had kids, and the sex was incredible, always hot and passionate. I want to find someone who will seek out and flirt with and try to seduce my wife. I want you to push her boundaries. I don't know if she will cheat on me, but if she does, I might be ok with it if it helps get us out of this rut in our sex lives."
I remember chuckling a little as I recognized the irony of what I had just done. All the junk we had sold on Craigslist and my wife had always made me meet the buyer somewhere other than our house, "...in case they want to rape me." Now I was using that same site to find someone to possibly have sex with her.
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Our love story began nearly 20 years earlier, near the end of my time in college. She was just a freshman when we met, at a party at a friend's apartment. I was kind of responsible for her being there, in an offhand sort of way.
My buddy, Mark, was over at the apartment I shared with a couple roommates, helping divest us of a few beers and complaining that he hadn't gotten laid since he flunked out of college the previous year. All three of us had steady girlfriends at the time, and had pretty much never lacked for pussy in our time in college. This was owed to the fact that we were all varsity athletes at a small college where the female-to-male ratio was about 4:1. Mark had been a teammate of mine on the football team, a good athlete, but not ready for the rigors of college. He was also terrible with women. Despite having the odds stacked in his favor, he routinely struck out with girls. When he did score, it was with the, how to put it nicely... less than desirable girls.
After listening to Mark bitch and complain for 15 minutes about how he just needed to get laid, I finally had enough. "Look," I told him, "Find a girl you knew in high school, someone younger than you who didn't know you all that well, who isn't aware of your reputation with women, who maybe had a crush on you. Invite her to a party, supply a few drinks to lighten the mood, and, bam! You'll be in her pants in no time flat."
"Well, there is one girl," Mark started, "She didn't go to school with me, but I knew her through a friend. She's pretty hot though, not usually the type who wind up going home with me. She's a freshman, and she just transferred in here this semester, but she doesn't live on campus. She's living at home to save money."
"Sounds perfect," I said.
"Will this actually work?" he asked.
"98% sure," my roommate Kane quipped.
"Can't hurt to try," my roommate Jay chimed in.
"OK," he said, "I'll give her a call."
No one had a clue that she would actually wind up in bed with me.
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I used the Craigslist supplied email redirect to mask my identity. Predictably, the emails started very quickly coming into a special gmail account I had set up just for the occasion. The first few were not what I had asked for. I had specified between age 28-45, since my wife was in her late 30's, and fit, since she took great pride in taking care of herself. I knew anyone too young or out of shape had zero chance of success. Finally, some legitimate contenders started to drop in my email inbox. I decided to give it a day to collect replies, and everyone I felt might be what I was looking for, I let them know that they would hear from me the next day.
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I got to the party at Mark's house late. I had taken my girlfriend out to dinner and a movie, but she had a big test in one of her nursing classes on Monday, and begged off early to study. I grabbed a beer from a cooler on the back porch as I entered the apartment, not really expecting much. It was the usual scene for a Friday night college party, especially as we approached the end of the semester. The music was loud enough to dance to, but not too loud that you couldn't carry on a conversation with the person next to you.
Mark's roommate Caleb was the first to greet me. He had also been a football teammate, but had gotten hurt. As I scanned the room, I noticed more and more faces I recognized. Those I didn't I assumed were friends of Mark's from the community college he had been attending.
There were a few of the usual football team groupie girls dancing in the middle of the room, wearing short shorts and tank tops as the weather had started to warm, swaying provocatively to the beat of the music. They hooted when they noticed me. I had already fucked several of them through the years, and I knew they would be up for anything, especially after a few more drinks. Even better, they surely wouldn't let word get back to my girlfriend about my infidelity. I raised my beer bottle toward them in acknowledgement, and made a mental note that if I wanted a little side action, I would take one of them home.
Mark lived in a town house style apartment, with two floors and a basement. As I moved through the crowd, I noticed our quarterback, Scott, come up from the basement with a couple of Solo cups in his hands. "Keg's in the basement, bro," he told me through slitted, bloodshot eyes that meant he was, as usual, stoned.
"Thanks," I told him, and headed downstairs to grab a refill.
As I got to the bottom of the steps, I heard Mark's voice declare, "KEG STAND!" I expected to see Mark's big ass in the air as I reached the basement. Instead ,I was greeted with the sight of a couple of long, tan legs in the air and a skirt that lost its battle with gravity to reveal a tight ass covered in a sexy black lace string bikini. I couldn't see a face, as several of the party goers had gathered around to chant "DRINK!" at the mystery skirt girl doing the keg stand. I waited patiently for her to finish and chatted with one of the baseball guys about how their season was going.
I wasn't normally impressed by keg stands, as they had a tendency to make people overestimate their ability, but after a good minute of this girl sucking down beer while inverted, I started to take notice. I joined in the cheer for her as she tapped Mark on the arm to let him know she was finished. He flipped her back over and she raised her arms in triumph, acknowledging the cheering crowd, before flattening back down her skirt. She was tall, a good 5'10" or so, and skinny, with highlighted brown hair and a strikingly good-looking face to match her fabulous legs and ass and perky little tits. I didn't recognize her.
Since I was now able to get my beer, I moved over to the keg and took the nozzle. Standing next to Mark now, I asked him how it was going.
"Good," he said.
"Who's the keg stand chick?" I asked him.
"Oh, that's Dinah, the one I was telling you about from home."
"Shit, bro, she's better looking than I expected," I replied. "Good luck with her."
He started to say thanks when Dinah walked up to us. "Nice work there," I said to her, nodding toward the keg and forgoing the introduction.
"Thanks," she said, extending her hand, "Dinah."
"Yeah, I know, Mark just told me."
"And you are?" She asked me.
"John," I said.
"Oh," she seemed surprised, "Mark told me a lot about you."
"Good or bad?" I asked, shooting Mark a look.
"Mostly bad," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "He says you are a great friend, but a real player when it comes to women. Told me to stay away from you."
"DIIIIIIIICK!" I said sarcastically in Mark's direction. Turning back to her, I said, "I'll have you know I have a steady girlfriend right now."
"Like that ever stopped you before," Mark chimed in.
"While true, that stings a little, bro. Anyway, I will catch more of you both later," I said.
"I hope so," Dinah said to me.
I swear she winked at me as I turned away.
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I guess I shouldn't have been surprised by the number of guys who reply to Craigslist ads just to try to get laid. Once I weeded through those, I had a manageable number of about 25 when I checked my email the next day. I then eliminated those who hadn't sent me pictures and those who had sent me ONLY dick pictures. I just wasn't interested in someone only out for a quick, easy lay. That left me with 15. I replied to those with a variation of an email that went something like this:
"I want you to understand that I am not a cuckold husband and my wife is not some common slut looking for a quick lay. I have no reason to believe that she has ever cheated on me before and cannot guarantee that this will even lead to sex, despite your best efforts to make that happen. In fact, I sincerely hope it doesn't, as I am sure you understand. My ad was exactly as I meant it, this is about a stranger flirting with and paying attention to her to help her feel desirable to men and sexy again and hopefully allow me to get more sex. I am not opposed to pushing her boundaries, but how far that goes is up to her, not me, and definitely not you. So, given that this will be a lot of time and effort, please explain to me your reasons for wanting to do this with potentially little return on your investment."
I figured that would weed out a few more. I decided it could wait another day, and so I went on about my normal routine and patiently waited for the right guy to reveal himself.
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I had, throughout the evening, several interactions with Dinah. The first, I had been outside, getting some air, away from the noise and people. Dinah came out to grab a wine cooler from the cooler on the porch and had noticed me leaning on a buddy's car. She grabbed one of the last cans of beer, and walked over and offered it to me.
"Hey," she said, "What brings you out here? Too wild in there for you?"
