My wife and I have been married for twenty-three years. Our only child was now in college. Our sex life had become more than a little stale recently. To spice things up a bit, we started giving each other small dares to perform for each other. They started simply. A flash of her breasts as we cooked dinner. A quickie in the shower. An unreciprocated orgasm for her. A blow job for me in the car on the way to the park. We w...

We sit back at our table, both of us flushed, breathing heavily. Slowly, the pub comes back into focus—the sounds of people talking, the clink of glasses, reality. Our eyes lock as we bring ourselves back under control, the need for each other lingering with the memory of what just happened. You take a sip from your drink. A breeze of cold air under your thin summer dress makes you realize how exposed you are, but this on...

"You came back for a second look, then?" Cassie said with a smile, having decided that Joe looked like the kind of man who would take her remark in the flirtatious manner it was meant. "I've never been very good with 'subtle', as you've just proved," Joe replied. "Me neither," Cassie confirmed with a giggle. When Joe passed by the park bench where Cassie was sitting, his smile acted as a polite greeting and gave her all t...

Before their date, Jess had already explained her exhibitionist tendencies to Rod, and he loved the idea; it made him very curious about what could happen. Rod picked up Jess in his white convertible. She looked hot in tight jeans and sexy black stilettos. They had a 20-minute drive ahead of them to a little restaurant on the other side of town. “Damn, you look fucking amazing,” Rod hollered. “Bet you have a boner for me,...

This is a story about how my 24-year-old wife started what back then she called “The Game.” We had been married for a few years, had a baby, and moved out of the city to a small farm community. Back then, things were quiet compared to Kelly's wild youth. Kelly, or Kel as I called her, was a bit of a wild child: plenty of tales of promiscuous behavior and wild parties, as well as a very large exhibitionist streak. That was...

"Do you want butter on your popcorn?" Clay asked, his deep voice cutting through the buzz of the crowded theater lobby. "No, thanks," Sophia replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she took the bucket from him. She popped a few kernels into her mouth and chewed, smiling at his slightly confused expression. They found their seats in the dimly lit theater, the scent of buttered popcorn wafting around them as they settl...

“Halló, ég heiti Annika Bergström,” the tall young woman said to the matronly desk clerk as she removed her knit cap and shook out her long blonde hair. “Hæ, Annika! Har þu herberginu?” Annika laughed. “Talar þu Sænskar? Eða Engelsk?” “Not Swedish, but of course I speak English,” the desk clerk tittered. “My name is Sigga. Have you a room booked for tonight, Annika?” “Yes, thank you.” “Ah, here it is, a cosy ground floor...