Plan B – Married Guy [F]ro[m] Craigslist

I’m traveling to a new city, and my “ride from the airport” bails on me. I’d been looking forward to, shall we say, letting off some steam with [the gentleman who was going to pick me up](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4bdnhw/2_months_of_online_foreplay_culminate_gonewild), so I’m left to kill some time. I make my way to my Airbnb but grab lunch first. Horny and disappointed, I peruse the Craigslist Casual Encounters on the restaurant’s wi-fi. I’ve had exceptionally good luck with that back home, so why not see what a new city has to offer?

I find a couple of ads that appeal to me (tips for getting responses: post at least one picture – not of your dick, ideally it proves that you’re at least halfway in shape, don’t post “requirements” or “seeking” characteristics – c’mon dude you’re looking for some strange on CL: filter the responses yourself). One is a guy who’s in his late 30’s, and he’s apparently addressing the women who are dissatisfied at home, revealing that he is also dissatisfied with his married sex life. I can definitely empathize… which is the main reason I’m cruising random cock in this city, anyways. He also says he’s staying in a nicer hotel and would be able to host. Plus, his picture is pretty sploosh-worthy. Wearing only boxer briefs, it’s clear he has spent some time in a gym. I’m not into the Incredible Hulk-aspring “ermgerd gainz!” gym bro-type, to be clear. But I can appreciate the aesthetics and secondary benefits of a gentleman with a well-built physique. As far as I go, I’ve been told I’m “fun to throw around” or would be, due to my own petite build (5’1 / 100lbs, brunette for the record).

2 [m]onths of online [f]oreplay culminate (gonewild hook-up)

It all started with innocent enough flirting and sexting, but quickly progressed to more… intimate interactions.

I’m married. 5’1, 100lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, late 20’s. Boredom and horniness sometimes lead me to checking out /r/ladybonersgw. Usually, I just look. But sometimes I send flirtatious approvals, if I feel so moved.

One evening, I was perusing the online eye candy when one poster caught my attention. I sensed a mischievous glint in his eye, the cheeky title and his pose made me think he’d be fun to chat with. He doesn’t take it too seriously… good. And obviously I thought he was hot: dark hair, green eyes, and a cute butt.

I responded to his post with one simple sentence plus two links to pictures of myself showing off my own assets.

I receive a quick reply; he seems pleased with my bold response. We continue flirting via orange envelopes for a couple of days, exchanging pictures and videos and links and telling each other the things we’d do to each other. Soon, we move on to Skype and have even more fun with that. This continues for some time. I was right: he’s fun.