Beth was uncomfortable. If only she hadn’t promised Mark ‘anything’ for his birthday. Really, was forty such a milestone? Was he having some kind of mid-life crisis? What were they doing here? The club was one to which she’d never been. Never imagined, for that matter. It wasn’t the music. It was the people. Swingers, Mark had said. Whatever that meant. Beth had always been a very straight person, sexually. Sex was pleasa...

You feel the bed shift as I slide closer. You pretend to still be sleeping as I gently pull the sheet down, and you feel the cool night air against your skin. The room is still dark, though, so you don't feel too shy, knowing I can barely see your nakedness. But I can feel it. My fingertips move over your skin lightly, just barely touching you as I slide my hand over your curves, your shoulder, your arm, down to your stom...

As the door clicked closed, he turned, and she was there, in his arms, the two of them colliding like cars, out of control, their passion hungry and immediate. Her lips pulled at his, urgently, and he returned the kiss with a ferocity that surprised her. His hands slid down her back, pressing her waist against his, then sliding lower, cupping, lifting her against him. Her initial pounce had pushed him back against the doo...

First Time He settles beside her, trying to be casual about it all. Failing. She turns her head to him, her eyes are half closed, and he closes the distance between his lips and hers. Her eyes close completely as they kiss for the very first time. Her tongue darts, softly, teasing, and he answers, a sigh escaping. They talk, quietly. Somehow they're not nervous. He thought he would be, but isn't. She seems completely calm...

The Lesson Nearly exhausted, Jennifer rested her arms over the center of her windsurf board. Once again she had wrestled the board back into position, the sail now lying in the water opposite her. Her muscles felt like they had no strength left. She didn't need to worry about drowning, as her thin vest held her buoyant enough to keep her head above water. Frustration was setting in after an hour of trying, and failing, to...

It was the way she was lying on the bed that made Mark do something he never would have dreamed of doing, otherwise. Beth was asleep. Napping after a hot afternoon at the beach, she lay on the top of the bedcovers, still in her bikini. She was dreaming. Dreaming of a lover, by the looks of things. On her back, her knees were raised, legs splayed open, and her right hand was pressed to her stomach, her fingers just under t...