All persons in this story are over the age of 18 years.

Please feel free to add to this story I would be delighted to see what directions it can go in.

Emma sat at the small dressing table in their bedroom, carefully brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she applied a soft pink lipstick. Every few seconds she glanced over her shoulder at Mark, who stood by the wardrobe loading a fresh memory card into his camera.

“You’re sure about this?” she asked quietly. Her voice trembled—but not from fear.

Mark looked up. “Only if you are.”

Emma nodded, trying to ignore the ache between her thighs deep in her core. "Of course I am."

It had started months earlier, they had went for a weekend spar break without the kids to try and put the spark in their relationship.

Emma had expected it to be the last trip they would take together, things had been stale for too long and she knew that Mark had been looking for somewhere else to stay.

On their first day they had went for a swim and sauna, Emma had worn a new yellow one piece swimsuit. She entered the water and Mark had went for a sauna. When she had finally joint him his eyes went wide, Emma clearly hadn't looked down otherwise she would have realised that the swimsuit was now completely transparent.

The small sauna was busy with men of all ages, Emma was the only woman and sat beside Mark on the wooden feeling slightly self-conscious about the stranger looks from the men.

Mark remained silent, catching a glimpses of her pink stiff nipples and, outline of her pussy, it was clear that she had no idea that she was practically naked for anyone to see.

Mark looked at the men leering at his wife, and seen her through new eyes, how long had it been since he had really looked at her, at 45 she was still beautiful, she was as tall as him at just under six foot and her C cup breasts were still perky, motherhood had widened her hips but her ass was toned from years of going to the gym.

Mark tried his best to hide his erection, painfully pushing it under his leg, an elderly man sat directly in front of them was not so inclined, his loose fitting trunks were tented, Emma tried not to look but was sure that she could see the edge of his hard cock through the parting at his leg.

Eventually Emma got up and walked from the steam room, Mark followed her and watched as she went to the ice cold plunge pool and then the jacuzzi. They were alone and Mark sat beside her,

"Did you see that old perv" Emma whisper,

Mark nodded

"he was starring right at me, his cock almost out of his shorts and you did nothing about it" she hissed

Mark laughed but there was no humour, "No fucking wonder, he had a hard-on, have you seen what you are wearing"

Emma looked at him confused and he continued "Your practically naked, I can tell that you have shaven your pussy"

Emma's face went scarlet and she looked down at herself, "Fuck you mean that all the guys saw everything, and you didn't do anything"

Mark reclined back and let the bubbled in the water relax his back "Babe, I've got to admit you look stunning"

When they got back to the room thinks had changed, they fucked like teenagers, the though of his wife acting like a slut worked better that any little blue pill for Mark, and Emma was lost in the fantasy of being exposed.

Now,

A small stack of printed photographs lay on the bed: Emma in her black lace lingerie and eye mask, kneeling on the living-room carpet with her lips parted; Emma leaning against the kitchen counter, skirt pulled up, knickers around one ankle; Emma on the sofa, legs spread, head tilted back in shameless invitation.

They were explicit. They were indisputably real. And in a few minutes, those pictures would be slipped into an unmarked A4 envelope and left in a place where anyone might find them.

Emma’s breathing had grown shallow.

Mark lifted the camera. “One more for the envelope.”

She stood and turned slowly, letting the robe fall from her shoulders. Completely naked now, she walked to the foot of the bed and bent forward at the waist to rest her palms on the mattress. She held the position, heart pounding, as he moved behind her.

A soft click.

“You look incredible,” he whispered.

“I want them to see,” she replied, barely able to form the words. “All of them.”

Mark nodded, cheeks slightly flushed, and began selecting the final images. Emma watched him slip the photos into the plain white envelope and seal it. She imagined someone, perhaps a commuter, perhaps a teenager, opening it. Their gasp of surprise. Their eyes widening. Maybe they’d keep it. Maybe they’d show a friend.

A warm tremor ran through her.

“Where are you going to leave it?” she asked.

"I don't know, where do you suggest" replied Mark

Emma bit her lip and smoothed her hands down over her hips. “Leave it on the bench. Not behind anything. I… I want them to have to look.”

Mark smiled. “Okay. On the bench.”

"No wait it needs to be public and I need to see who gets them" Emma said, with fear in her voice.

He put on his coat, envelope tucked under his arm. Before he left, he kissed her deeply, and Emma melted against him, still naked, still achingly aroused.

She pulled on a small black dress and long coat before her shoes, Mark smiled "No underwear" and Emma shrugged "I didn't even think about that"

The couple got in their car and began to drive, Emma had only two thoughts running through her head.

She hoped whoever found it would look at every single picture.

And she very much hoped they wouldn’t keep it to themselves.