Bored after 18 years with her husband, Robin Rinaldi placed an ad seeking casual encounters with new men and women.
She tells what happened on her yearlong sex odyssey in her memoir "The Wild Oats Project."Trapped in a marriage where the sex was routine, freelance journalist Robin Rinaldi, now 50, embarked on a 12-month experiment in which she lived apart from her husband during the week and took lovers.
Stuck in a rut — our once-a-week sex life was loving, but lacked spontaneity and passion — I was craving seduction and sexual abandon.
I was having a midlife crisis and chasing this profound, deeply rooted experience of being female.
According to our deal, I’d rent a studio apartment during the week and come back to our home on weekends.
Both of us could sleep with whomever we chose as long as we used protection.
“I won’t go to my grave with no children and four lovers,” I told him repeatedly.
“I refuse.” Against the idea at first, he eventually relented.As she publishes her memoir, “The Wild Oats Project,” on Tuesday, she talks to The Post’s Jane Ridley about her erotic journey.Pulling on his pants after our intimate encounter in my Las Vegas hotel room, the cute 23-year-old I’d just picked up holds out his cellphone, urging me to tap in my number. Having sex with a stranger is thrilling, but I’m not that interested in a repeat performance.Slim, handsome with glasses and a stylish haircut, he suggested we kiss to test our sexual chemistry. On our second date, the following week, he came to my studio after work with a cooler of snacks and some wine.We stumbled to the bed, where he turned me onto my hands and knees and took me from behind.Before then, starting a family had felt like one route to this elusive state of feminine fulfillment.