Mara hadn’t been back to Pine Ridge since high school. Fifteen years, and the place still made her stomach knot. The trees were the same. The air carried that heavy lake smell, wet leaves, sap, algae. Even the gas station was still pushing the same shriveled hot dogs under glass. Julian drove with one hand on the wheel, the other on a gas station coffee. “You’re going to love it once we’re out on the water,” he said, smil...

The rain had been coming down for hours. Sheets of it slapping the windshield, crawling sideways across the mirrors like the whole world was sliding apart. Ben’s hands were locked on the wheel, shoulders tight, eyes burning from the wipers' rhythm. His wife, Emily, sat curled in the passenger seat with her legs drawn up under her sweater, head resting on the window, half-asleep. “You good?” he asked. She nodded. “Just tir...

It was supposed to be a joke. A dare. A horny couple’s game on a cold night off the E6. I didn’t think she’d actually go through with it. I didn’t think watching her disappear into that truck cab would turn me on so much I couldn’t breathe. The heater ticked in intervals. Outside, snow was coming down in fat, lazy flakes, piling up in soft mounds around the tires. The rest stop sat quiet off the E6, just past Mo i Rana, n...

By the time they reached the festival gates, Eli already felt old. Mina didn’t. She wore a white dress that clung to her hips and moved like smoke in the breeze. Her boots were scuffed, her nails chipped, but she walked with the loose confidence of someone who knew eyes were on her and didn’t care. Or pretended not to. They passed security. Someone handed them a paper map and a wristband, neither of which they looked at....

The rain was steady against the windows. One of those slow, Northern spring nights that never got completely dark. We had eaten late, cleaned up slow, and poured the last of the wine without speaking. Anna sat with one foot tucked under her thigh, her hair damp from a shower, her skin still warm from the bath. No makeup. No performance. Just her. The way I liked her most. She looked at me differently that night. Not flirt...

The island wasn’t even supposed to be the destination. Just a quiet stopover between ferries. A final night in the archipelago on the Norwegian coast before they returned to Trondheim and real life. But now the ferry sat idle, tied to the dock, engines dead. Wind off the Norwegian Sea had turned bitter and wet. Rain lashed sideways off the water, fine as needles. The sky was slate, the sea worse. Anna stepped out of the r...

Paul heard the door click shut behind her. No slam, no hesitation. Just the smooth, practiced sound of someone who knew they wouldn’t be back for a while. Upstairs, she had been humming. Quietly, tuneless. She always did that when she was excited. When she was getting dressed for someone else. He hadn’t followed her. Didn’t need to. He knew the rhythm by now—makeup, perfume, heels that clacked on the hardwood. A tight bla...

It was the night my wife found out my most guarded secret. The music thudded in my chest, a heavy bass-note heartbeat, as we navigated through the party. Lisa had always been the social butterfly of our marriage, and she thrived in these situations – her laughter like sparkling wine, intoxicating and inviting. I, on the other hand, was more reserved, preferring intimate gatherings to the raucous parties she enjoyed. "Paul...

The next day we were once again sitting on the couch in Natalie's office for another round of couple's therapy. "So," Natalie said, studying our expressions. "How did it go, with the cards and the dares?" "Well, I think it's a little weird," Lisa said. "I mean, you're telling us to be more forward than we are, and wilder, and to admit to things we'd never admit to the other person." "And does that feel dangerous? Maybe ex...

"So, Lisa, this is your first dare," Natalie said. "You will go out in public in a short skirt, with no underwear." My wife Lisa and I were dumbfounded. We stared at Natalie, our therapist. We had started seeing her for couples therapy a month ago. "Why?" I asked, squirming on the couch. "Well, Paul," Natalie said, leaning back in her leather chair. "We've discussed your jealousy quite a few times. This scenario will let...

My heart pounded in my chest as the scene unfolded before me. I was hidden behind a bush, watching through the cabin window. It felt like a twisted dream, yet there was no escaping the reality of what was happening. "Say it again, louder this time," Roy demanded, his voice dripping with arrogance. He lay on the bed with Lisa, still fully clothed in his boxers and t-shirt while my wife was completely naked beside him. "I w...

My heart raced as I peered through the curtains, watching Roy's fingers slowly pull down Lisa's pants and panties. Her black hair cascaded down her back, contrasting against her creamy skin. She looked hesitant but didn't move away from his touch. My stomach twisted with jealousy and anger, yet a perverse excitement simmered beneath it all. When I rounded the corner, my heart pounding in my chest, Lisa had already pulled...

As we sat there in the den of the self-service cabin, I could feel the tension thickening the air. The dim light from the fire cast flickering shadows over our small group – myself, my wife Lisa, and the older stranger named Roy who had joined us on our hike. My suspicions about Roy's intentions towards my wife bubbled beneath the surface, but my fear of confrontation held me back from saying anything directly. "Excuse me...

I started the whole thing with my jealousy, the events that made me a cuckold. After a long day of hiking, Lisa and I finally reached our destination: a small self-service cabin situated by a serene lake. The sun was starting to set, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, reflecting on the still water. "Wow, this place is really beautiful," Lisa said in awe, her black hair swaying in the gentle breeze. "Looks lik...