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There are a lot of problems with infidelity.  Legal problems, moral problems, emotional problems, scheduling problems.  I've dealt with those. I'm mostly down to practical problems.

Actually, one particular practical problem: it's rather hard to commit adultery by yourself.  But how do you convince someone to commit it with you?

I mean, most women are looking for a relationship, and eventually marriage.  Already being married puts something of a crimp in that.  Some fraction of women might be interested in sex qua sex, but I'm not in a position to inquire directly (especially given the fairly large fraction of other women who would rat me out to the wife for even asking).

Sooner or later, I'm just going to have to take a shot.

I'm thinking of one woman particular.  I'll call her Astrid for the simple reason that it isn't her name.  She's lovely: slender body, appealing face.  My wife says she looks like Sophie Marceau.  I don't agree, but she'll do while Sophie is out of town.

The downside, and it's a biggie, is that she's my best friend's wife.  Well, not best friend, but a really good friend.  And not wife, but they've been engaged forever and I just got the invite to their wedding.  Looking forward to it.

And really, what could be lower, sleazier, than bird-dogging your friend's girlfriend?  OK, so I'm low.  I'm sleazy.  Now can I sleep with her?

Because I really want to.  Beyond my usual level of diffuse horniness, Astrid reminds me powerfully of first girl I ever loved -- a long sad story in itself, but not one I'll tell right now.  Every time I look at Astrid, I'm the nineteen-year-old mooncalf again, thinking "This time I'll do it right."

And she doesn't know.  I'm sure, totally sure, she doesn't know what a crush I have on her.  Which is great.  

And what's even better, she has a crush on me!

Really.  She loves her boyfriend, or she says she loves her boyfriend, or she thinks she loves her boyfriend, or something, but she has a crush on me.  I know you think I am just projecting but as sure as I am writing this, she has a little thing for me.

Let me give you an example.  We were discussing our favorite erotic scenes from the movies -- which is typical of the kind of conversations we end up having, by the way, but that could be me not her.  I told her my favorite scene.  It's from an old Sonia Braga movie called I Love You and there's a scene where Braga is dressed in a business jacket and short skirt, she flirting with her boyfriend, who is complaining about something, so Braga uncrosses her legs and flashes him.  Astrid hadn't seen the movie, but it reminded her of the famous scene from Basic Instinct.  No, no, I told her, that was the exact opposite.  By exposing herself, the Sharon Stone character was exercising power over the men: they wanted to sleep with her and she could allow them or deny them.  In I Love You, the same action was a sign of affection and true desire; Braga wanted her boyfriend, wanted him to be aroused so they could make love and be happy together.  It's erotic and romantic.

Astrid pick up on this instantly.  Hasn't a girl ever flashed you?  No, I told her ruefully, never.

And so she did!  We were sitting in the big easy chairs at the cafe, she had her legs folded demurely under the seat, and she just lifted one leg up and draped it over the arm of her chair.

She was wearing light-gray cotton undies, if you're curious.

I was gob-smacked, of course.  I don't think my jaw actually fell open, but it was a close-run thing.  She put her legs together again and then her fiancé came back from wherever he had been been before I could think of anything to say.

And she's always doing things like this.  Well, nothing else this good, but still, every time, she does something definite, something that unmistakably shows interest.

And she isn't doing it just because she knows I have a crush on her and she's teasing me.  I'm sure it isn't that.  I'm totally, totally sure.