The Craigslist Hotwife [MFM] [MF] [Group]

Craigslist casual encounters have become sort of an inside joke over the years.

*Isn’t that how people get stabbed?*

Until recently, I’d never met anyone from the site. But I figured if someone can find the Declaration of Independence at a garage sale, surely there must be some attractive people on there, right?

One Saturday night, bored and horny, I decided to browse the listings. A quick search of the F4M section confirmed my initial suspicion. Every post was either a hooker, bot, or catfish. Figuring attractive single women would opt for a dating app over Craigslist, I switched to the MF4M section. After browsing a few ads in the Los Angeles area, I came across one that seemed promising.

The couple was seeking a single male to join them. The boyfriend enjoyed watching men with his girlfriend but also wanted someone comfortable enough to allow him to participate.

*Finally a job I’m qualified for.*

The only photo attached to the post was of the girlfriend on elbows and knees, in a hot pink bikini, face obscured by wavy, blonde hair. I did a quick reverse image search to make sure the photo hadn’t been stolen from another site. No hits. Good sign.

Though I remained skeptical, I shot off a quick email with a short bio, background on my experience, and a few photos attached. I ended it by saying: “Let’s not make this weird… relatively speaking.” Six minutes later, I received a reply.

>Hey, sexy photos ;) How can we not make this weird? Send me a text if you are interested. XXX-XXX-XXXX. What scenario would be best for you? – Kim

At this point, I was feeling a tad more confident they were real. Including their number and not asking for nudes were positive indicators. I sent them a text.

Me: Hey, it’s [redacted]. How are you guys?

Kim: Hey [redacted], we’re good. Are you cool with a threesome?

Me: Definitely am

Kim: Ok, are you DDF and cool with no anal, condoms only? 420 friendly?

*Wow, they are not fucking around. Well, metaphorically speaking.*

Me: I always use condoms. No anal is completely fine. Don’t smoke but don’t mind if you do.

I was taken aback at how quickly she was getting down to business. Typically there’s a bit of flirtation before the nitty gritty. But since it was 10:15 on a Saturday night, I figured they were getting bombarded with messages. Better to quickly filter out mismatches than waste time.

Since I still hadn’t seen 90% of her face, I asked for another photo. Kim sent a second bikini selfie, sunglasses on but most of her face visible. She had a cute button nose and an adorable smirk which read like she knew what exactly what I was gonna be in for.

Me: Gorgeous

Kim: Thank you ?

At this point, I still hadn’t seen a photo of Mark, the male half of the couple. And with Kim’s photo, it seemed as though they were being extremely guarded with revealing their identities.

Me: Tell me what kinds of scenarios you’re looking to fulfill. Want to make sure we’re on the same page

Kim: I want 2 men to take me and share me. I’d love to suck your dick while getting fucked. I’d love to be railed from behind with some light choking

I felt like a perverted genie granting wishes

Me: How often do you guys play with another guy in the mix?

Kim: Only 4 times

Me: Naughty girl

Kim: I like to feel naughty

Me: I wanna see that ass of yours. Gonna leave handprints all over it

She sent a black and white photo of her in a frilly dress without panties underneath.

Me: Damn. You have a cute little ass.

Kim: Thank you. Are you interested in tonight?

Me: Let’s meet up. Where do you live?

She sent me the address.

Kim: Let me know how long before you arrive

It was only 10 miles away. But since it’s LA…

Me: Google Maps says 40 minutes.

Kim: We have a hot tub if you want to bring your swim suit ?

Me: Oh shit. Will do.

Kim: Ok ?

I jumped in the shower, got dressed, and grabbed a few condoms on my way out the door. They lived a ways off the freeway and quickly found myself in the heart of suburbia. I parked a few houses down under a broken street light.

Me: Just parked.

My heart began pounding as I made my way up the hill. The house was sizable and set a ways back from the street.

Kim: Coming out. It’s up a long driveway and you’ll see a gate

Kim wasn’t lying. The driveway was a hundred feet long, and without any street lights, it started to feel like I was in a horror film. I hadn’t told anyone where I was going and was certain I’d become the next Craigslist victim in the news. I questioned why the hell I was even there, but I pressed on. As I made my way toward the gate, a voice called out to me in the darkness.

Kim: Hey. Find it OK?

Me: Yeah, wasn’t too bad.

Her boyfriend greeted me for the very first time. There was a familiarity about him I couldn’t quite place. He was a little shorter than me, but we both had the swimmer’s body build.

Mark: Hey man, welcome. I’ll show you around.

We shook hands, and I followed them around the side of the house. Mark pointed out a guest house, a full-size RV, then finally brought me to the back yard. A zipline ran the length of the pool above the aforementioned hot tub. The entire place was massive, and I had to know how a couple in their late 20s could afford it.

Me: Clearly I’m in the wrong profession.

Mark: Oh, the company I’m working with is paying for it. We’re actually moving out in a couple days.

Me: So what do you do, exactly?

Mark: I make digital content.

*That has to be a euphemism.*

Me: Like… porn?

Mark: No, no, no. Like sketches and vlogs. Things like that.

Me: Oh, no shit. I work in that world as well.

They led me inside. The living room floor was littered with half-full cardboard boxes. I spotted some camera equipment on the floor, and we made small talk. I could tell Kim was getting a little impatient with us when there were clearly more pressing reasons why I’d come over.

Kim: Let’s go in the hot tub.

Mark: Good idea.

They were both already dressed for the occasion, so I excused myself and headed into the bathroom to change. For some reason it felt like the polite thing to do, even though they’d both be seeing me naked in short order.

When I emerged, music was already playing on the outdoor speakers. They handed me a towel, and we past the pool. I put my feet in, and the water was piping hot. I slowly inched the rest of my body in. Mark pulled out a pipe packed with a bowl of weed.

Mark: You mind?

Me: Not at all.

They passed the pipe back and forth and once again the conversation turned toward work.

Me: I used to work at [company redacted].

Mark: No shit, I’m signed with them right now. I’m [artist name redacted].

I felt like Bruce Willis having in The Sixth Sense when he finds out his true identity. It all began to add up; the house, the equipment, the reason he was hiding his identity.

Me: Wait, you’re [artist name redacted]?

Mark: Yep.

The company who rented the house for him was a client of a company I had previously worked for. I’d seen his work a few years back but didn’t recognize him until that moment.

After a bit more talking, Mark excused himself to go inside for a drink. It was obvious he was giving Kim and I some alone time together. Neither of us seemed to mind. I decided to go for it.

Me: This is the perfect music for a lap dance.

Kim: Oh yeah?

I made my way across the hot tub and sat on the brick. I pulled her in front of me.

Me: Let’s see what ya got.

Kim: I am terrible at dancing. Don’t laugh.

Kim began to sway her hips to the beat and grind against my crotch. It was an impossible task to give a proper dance in the water, but we both rolled with it. I finally spun Kim around and went in for a kiss. She had the pillow soft lips and perfect rhythm.

I coyly pulled the top string of the bikini to her top fall down. She had perky A-Cups and stark tan lines. There’s something about seeing skin, normally covered from the world, which absolutely turns me on. I just had to suck on her hard nipples. I have an absolute fetish for it. I’m sure Freud has a theory.

Kim’s abs flexed in from the stimulation, as I slowly worked in circles and grazed the tips of each with my tongue. I paused and looked at Kim.

Me: Think he’s watching?

Kim: I hope so.

Me: Let’s go inside and give him a closer look.

We got out of the water and went inside. Once again, I went into the bathroom change and towel off. This time, however, I left my shirt and jeans behind.

I didn’t see them in the living room, so I began to wander the hallway. I saw a light on and peaked inside a room. Kim was completely naked on all fours sucking Mark’s cock at the edge of the bed. Kim had no trouble taking Mark’s sizable cock, which was a bit thicker and longer than mine.

I walked over to the bed. Without looking up, Kim reached over and yanked the waistband of my boxer briefs down. My cock flopped out at half-mast. It began to swell with anticipation as she began stroking it with her off hand.

Mark: Suck his cock, baby.

Mark was a gracious host.

Right on cue, Kim switched to me and began kissing and teasing the underside of my cock. She worked expertly, alternating between each of us to ensure we were getting enough attention.

After a few minutes of this, Mark crawled onto the bed and filled Kim up from behind. She moaned on my cock and writhed in the pure ecstasy of the moment. First wish officially granted.

A few minutes of being filled from both ends, Mark flipped her around. She had the perfect little ass. One that could fit in the palm of my hand. I looked up and watched Kim take Mark all the way to the hilt. I spread Kim’s legs apart and pressed my thumb and forefinger against the sides of her clit hood. I gently rolled her clit back and forth as she dripped onto my fingers. I began stroking myself with her juices.

I traced my cock up and down the outside of her lips. Just enough to build anticipation.

I pushed my hips inward so the tip of my cock was barely inside her. Kim was practically begging at this point and tried backing up onto my cock. She turned over her left shoulder while she held Matt’s cock.

Kim: Please fuck me.

Me: Not yet.

I needed to tease her a bit more. I pulled out completely and let her ass wiggle with impatience. I put the tip back inside her. When she got used to the feeling, I buried my cock all the way inside her in one motion.

Kim’s head and shoulders collapsed to the bed, just allowing herself to be fucked. When I noticed she was giving Mark a half-hearted hand job, I smacked her ass. The sting got her attention. I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her by the roots.

Me: Put his cock back in your mouth.

I tilted her head back so Matt could fuck her throat.

I looked over at the full length mirror on the closet doors, watching the three of us in blissful coordination. It was like watching live porn with audience participation.

I flipped Kim over and held her calves as I fucked her. Her tits juggled up and down with each thrust.

Mark slapped his cock against Kim’s lips before plunging it into her mouth. She pulled his cock out and looked up.

Me: Baby, you mind giving us a few minutes together?

Mark nodded and left the room.

Kim pulled me down towards her, now in missionary position. I bit her bottom lip and worked my way down her neck. I pressed my lips to her earlobe and whispered–

Me: You are so fucking naughty letting a stranger fuck you.

Kim moaned as Mark watched us from the doorway. I switched to her other ear, so Mark could get a clear view of the smile on her face.

Me: Mm, you like making your boyfriend watch you get filled up by my cock, don’t you?

This nearly sent her over the edge. Matt walked back over to the edge of the bed. I flipped her over on all fours and directed her to continue where she left off on him.

After a minute, Mark filled Kim’s mouth with a load of hot cum. After swallowing, she once again asked him for alone time.

I kept her in the same position and spanked her harder this time. The outline of my palm was branded into a red print on her left cheek. I reached around and began to rub Kim’s clit while I fucked her simultaneously. I picked up the pace. I was determined to make her climax.

Her moans soon became screams which echoed through the empty house. Her arms gave out and the side of her face pressed against the bed. As she gripped the sheets, I leaned over to get a proper grip on her neck. Second wish fulfilled.

Kim: Don’t… Stop….

Her eyes closed.

Her breathing slowed.

Her body trembled.

As Kim orgasmed, her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vice. When she regained her bearings, she gave me one command.

Kim: Cum on my tits.

I pulled out, and she flipped over. I ripped the condom off and stroked my cock before shooting streams all over her chest. It dripped down to her neck and ribcage.

Mark walked in with a towel and helped wipe her down. A few minutes later, I got dressed and we said our goodbyes. But not before we addressed a pressing issue.

Me: Since we know a lot of the same people, we’ve got mutual blackmail. Neither of us can ever talk about tonight.

Mark: Deal.

I found it interesting that it took the anonymity of Craigslist to connect me with someone who was already a mutual acquaintance. But had he never posted that ad, and had I never sent an email, we would’ve never realized our shared common (and kinky) interest.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5zvp93/the_craigslist_hotwife_mfm_mf_group