She can't imagine a married life with every sensual fantasy fulfilled and any man available to her, but that's exactly what she gets - because her husband wants it. It's really the farthest thing from her mind, especially after the first time. She's a happily married woman. She can't possibly entertain the idea of following every erotic whim - or sexy stranger - that catches her fancy. Or can she?

She's the sole cause of his anguish and the only one who can soothe it. But she's the last one who should.

In stunning surroundings, within a scene that smacks of peace and tranquility, neither Aaron nor Cheryl have any idea what lurks just beyond the tall trees, what may confront them within the confines of the small space of their shared tent once the sun sets. The danger doesn't exist, the possibility can't even enter their minds, until nature itself proves to be a formidable force with which to reckon.

Looking forward to a hot meal and the warm company promised by the long drive to a relative's home on a winter's night, Lisa and Luke never expect the next snow storm to hit sooner than predicted. When it transforms into a full-blown blizzard, Lisa's parental instincts kick in and demand that she find a safe place to pull off the road and wait out the threatening weather conditions. Luke's youthful impatience and tendency to dwell on the negative aspects of their sudden predicament are easily quelled by Lisa's nurturing demeanor and constant reassurance.

Sara is sweet, chaste, and singularly focused. She only wishes for one thing in her simple, carefree life, and she hopes for it so much that it hurts. Sara wants to feel like a real woman: mature, wise, and desirable. Sara's fully aware of the power and control the women in her family have over every and any man, and her own sensual awakening is just beginning. A deep-seated hunger is about to be born, one that will consume her every thought, drive her spontaneous, explorative impulses, and throw Sara into full-blown sexual maturity faster than anything else could.

He meets Lacey on his morning train commute. She's sweet, gorgeous, and so encouraging and spunky. He can't help but fall for her, and fast, making him eager to do anything - try anything - she might ask. Her simplest request, spoken - and demonstrated - in the most compelling ways at every encounter, leads to his first sensual experiences of a very specific kind: tasting his own.

There are two things that my husband values more than anything else in this world. One is his...the other is his 1964 Ford Mustang.

Going to a nude beach during our vacation sounded like a good idea at the time. But once we arrive, I find that my wife can't take her eyes off one of the locals: a well-hung man named Santiago. When he seems to take an interest in her as well, I tell myself that he's just being friendly, that it's nothing to worry about. But soon she's sitting naked in his lap, letting him touch her in places no other man has touched her. How far will my wife let him go? And why won't she listen when I tell her to stop?

Sheryl wasn't a bad wife. Well, not really. Her sex life at home had been in decline for years, and it wasn't her fault that she needed something more than the rote routine she and her husband Jared had fallen into. Whether it was a desperate plea or a firm decision that she was determined to push forward with, she confesses to her husband her desires in the most graphic of details. Pushing for more, she has no idea how Jared will react. Will he be angry, bitter, resentful or even hurt? The only thing she knows is that she yearns for something more.

Jon and Cheryl are in love. But Jon has a secret. He fantasizes about his his wife being pleasured by other men. So Jon devises a game. Cheryl will flirt with strangers in public, while he watches from a distance. Cheryl plays along, mostly to please Jon at first, but then she has fun getting all that extra attention. Enter Dante - an extremely fit, black professional athlete who shows up at a new bar and restaurant where Jon and Cheryl are waiting for a table.