Out of the blue, an old friend called me one and asked me to seduce his wife. This well over 15 years ago and I was stunned that he asked. We talked for over an hour, going over why we would want such a thing. I was chosen due to his wife once telling him that of all his friends, I was the only Casanova. I was flattered, but not willing to perform the task, as I had young children and he lived 1,000 miles away—and I didn't stray. Well, if it wasn't going to be me, it had to be some other man. Why was he so obsessed?
He had falsely imagined that his attractive wife was having an affair with her boss. The jealousy soon passed, being replaced by sexual excitement. In fact, he was profoundly disappointed to discover that she hadn't strayed, as all he thought about was her being penetrated by another man.
I recommended a friend we shared in common, Dave, who only lived 150 Miles from them. The fellow was fit, fairly tall, and extremely handsome in a male-model way. My friend told me that he had considered him, but had dismissed him. Why? Zero proven track record at seduction. In spite of being so handsome, Dave had the worst love life of any of us. I had never noticed this paradox before, but he was 100% right. Our Dave was an emotional klutz. Still, he was the only possible candidate. The big problem was how to introduce Dave more intimately to his wife.
Our solution was for me to write emails for Dave to send her. This was not the first step. The first step was for me to write an email in Dave's voice asking the husband for help he was having with his girlfriend. The husband received it and asked his wife to help him, as he was useless with relationship help. His wife got interested and began writing responses for her husband. If you are thinking a double Cyrano de Bergerac, you are on the right tract. Eventually, however, she was writing him directly and he forwarded the email to me, so I could respond for him.
For over a month, this went on. Based on what my friend told me about his wife being so addicted to the daily exchanges, I figured it was time to go big. I told Dave that he had to write the next email, wherein he would dig deep down into his worst relationship agony, as he was going to tell her that he had discovered that she was cheating on him; the shaky relationship died. I explained that he had to employ method acting techniques to pull this off.
I was supposed to edit his email, but I left all the typos and grammatical errors in place—he was spilling his heart after all. It went over big. She then called him and they became phone buddies. Soon, they were talking sex. I convinced my friend to only talk about Dave and his situation to his wife while the two were in bed, preferably while he was caressing her. I gave Dave a list of compliment to give her. Eventually, Dave drove to their house for the long weekend and they had several threesomes.