The Great Reno Treasure Hunt

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08/22/23 • 2 min

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Steamy-Stories

A wife surrenders her clothes during treasure hunt.

By sharedare. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

One of my hubby’s closest buddies had flown in from Phoenix to spend the weekend with us. Jay and Hubby had grown up together and, up until a few years ago, the two had always lived in the same neighborhood. Moving up the corporate ladder eventually required Jay to relocate to Arizona, but he and hubby had remained as close as ever.

It was Friday night, and the three of us were enjoying a casual evening of wine and conversation. As the night wore on, we somehow ended up talking about jewelry, and my desire to upgrade the diamond in my wedding ring. Hubby and I had often discussed the idea of upgrading to a full karat. Unfortunately, the price had always been more than we could reasonably afford. And so went the discussion that night, only this time it included Jay.

I had consumed just enough wine to make me a little goofy, so I wasn’t too surprised by myself when I remarked to hubby and Jay that I should work the streets for a day or two to raise money for my diamond. Both Jay and hubby were all for the idea, urging me to hop into a mini-skirt and get to work. Jay said I definitely had the body for it. We all laughed and soon the conversation turned to other topics.

The following day, hubby and Jay were up and out of the house early, heading downtown on what they described as a “secret mission”. Although they returned home about six hours later, they refused to divulge the purpose of their trip.

It seemed as though we were going to spend our Saturday night, as we had the previous night, sampling a new collection of California wines, feasting on barbecue, and otherwise enjoying the warm night air. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to me, except that hubby wasn’t partaking in any wine, claiming that he had a slight upset stomach. I should have been more suspicious, especially since his upset stomach didn’t seem to affect his appetite for steak.

At about 10pm, having already consumed quite a few glasses of wine, Jay and hubby finally sprung their surprise on me. They said they had decided to split the cost of a one-karat diamond for me, but that I had to agree to play a little game in order to “win” my jewel. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but I decided to hear them out on their plan.

Jay explained that he and hubby had purchased a gift card with which I could purchase my diamond. He went on to say that all I had to do was go on a treasure hunt to find four purple marbles.

Hubby chimed in and said that he and Jay had hidden the marbles in four separate locations, and that they would drive me to each location and tell me where to retrieve each marble.

Before I could ask what the catch was, Jay, an impish grin on his face, explained that I would be required to leave one article of clothing behind in exchange for each marble. He also said that, to play the game, I had to limit myself to only four pieces of clothing, not including my shoes. And my shoes, he explained, had to be the highest-heeled footwear I owned.

I continued sipping my wine as I considered the offer made by these two screwballs. I really didn’t mind Jay seeing me in my birthday suit, but I wasn’t sure just how adventurous this game was going to be. Neither hubby nor Jay would give me any clues on the locations of the marbles, but they did emphasize that if I didn’t retrieve all the marbles, or if I failed to leave an article of clothing at each discovery site, they would cash in the card and get their money back. In the end, the wine gave me the courage I needed to take them up on their dare.

After donning a t-shirt, gym shorts, and a pair of four-inch high-heeled black boots, we headed off to town (town, by the way, is Reno, Nevada). I demanded that no photos or video be taken. Reno is a small city and believe me, word gets around. I locked up their phones and mine in a small lock box and slid it under my front passenger seat. Jay sat in the back while hubby drove.

Our first destination was a Bartley Ranch Park on the south outskirts of town. It was fairly close to our neighborhood. As I peered out the window from my seat, I could see that the park was fairly well lighted, and only a few people seemed to be in the area. From the back seat, Jay handed me a 3X5 card that told me that I could find my first marble taped underneath the picnic table located under a gazebo, close to the river.

Looking across the park, I could see the river running along the opposite side of the park from the parking lot. Mustering up some courage, I opened the door and headed out across the grass. The pi...

A wife surrenders her clothes during treasure hunt.

By sharedare. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Jay explained that he and hubby had purchased a gift card with which I could purchase my diamond. He went on to say that all I had to do was go on a treasure hunt to find four purple marbles.

Hubby chimed in and said that he and Jay had hidden the marbles in four separate locations, and that they would drive me to each location and tell me where to retrieve each marble.

Previous Episode

Morning with Maria

Reminiscing about a past tryst of amazing sex and orgasms.

by JackOfDiamonds. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Full Title: My Most Powerful Orgasms : Morning Sex With Maria

I recall the “Wonder Years” of early adulthood, the time when I had graduated college, had an apartment of my own and my first real “career” job. It was an exciting time when the small struggles of independence had a feeling of freshness and fun.

It was the mid 90’s - I doubt anyone living in that era would refer to it as simple. When I look back today I see there was a simple innocence to not maybe the time, but within myself.

I was working at a third shift Operations Center. The job was in the emerging tech field, yet like everything overnight there are busy times and slow times. The Center was functional, but was also a show piece for our technology built with mock-up settings of Airplanes, trains, and limousines.

Every once in a while I would get a knock at my security door, and it would be a manager or executive bringing a date to show them the mock airline. I’ll save those stories for another time...

I was young, the job was fun, yet socializing was tough since I moved to a new city and worked an overnight shift. I simply was not meeting anyone new.

Since the Center was such a cool place, when I would start my shift (around 8PM) there were usually a few employees hanging-out. My section was an area where smoking was permitted (yes believe it or not you could smoke in offices in the mid-90’s), so people would naturally gravitate to my work area.

We were a young company with relatively young employees, several of my coworkers became my closest friends at the time. One night while we were sitting around one of the sales guys was asking me how my dating life was going, and I laughingly said it wasn’t. He brought out a phone/newspaper/personals section from a local paper. I felt a little weird but with some coaxing I set-up an ad and a voice mailbox. I met a couple of women through the service, the odd part is that all the women I talked to said they were busy professionals. The two I met in person were attractive. The second of which became my girlfriend, and that’s where this particular story will focus.

So I met Maria through the newspaper personals. We had been dating for a month, after talking on the phone to “get-to-know” each other for a week or so prior to dating.

I got into a groove where I would get to work around 8PM, establish order, knock out what I could immediately then Maria would call around 9PM before she went to bed. I was working Friday night into Saturday morning, and Maria wanted me to come over first thing in the morning. I would typically get out of work around 6AM, and hopefully there would be light morning rush hour traffic because it was the weekend. I would be driving towards the city, so sometimes it could be hit-or-miss on how long it takes to get to her place.

Maria lived in an apartment over a small row of shops. She had a couple neighbors but the place was always quiet, and calm. I liked going to her place after work because I could usually sleep well with little disturbances. However she made it clear to me that I would not be allowed to sleep when I got there.

This particular evening I called Maria around 9PM. She told me she was excited to see me in the morning, since it had been a long week for both of us and our schedules did not permit us to see each other (she worked a day shift). Maria had subtle ways of talking seductively, without being overtly “dirty”, yet saying things in just the right way to get the blood rushing. She would use softly spoken expressions sometimes mixed with a blunt reality. Her voice was low, yet not husky, but always very sexy to me.

This call she told me that she was wearing my shirt to bed, and my scent was fading. She needed me to come over so she could bury her face in me. She told me she was excited to see me in the morning, and that I should call right before I leave so she knows when I may be getting there.

We hung up after our brief call, and I went about my work night.

During the night, knowing I would be going to Maria’s I made a second pot of coffee. By the time my relief arrived, I was coffee wired. The solitude made for a weird physical feeling of being tired from the length of a long week, yet wanting nothing more than to be with Maria. I gave her a quick call. She was waking up while on the phone and told me to drive safe and she would be waiting.

I drove towards the rising sun, the traffic was a typical rush hour weekend. I made it to Maria’s about 30 minutes after le...

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Room & Bored: Part 1

College student Del is attracted to his landlady; Nancy

by Krosis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Del’s Journal (Chapter 1).

Delmar woke up to the sound of a woman crying. The 19-year-old pulled on a robe and headed up the stairs, out of his basement suite and into the house proper. He quickly zeroed in on the source of the crying, the shadowy form of his landlady sitting on the living room couch, her head in her hands.

“Nancy?” he called out softly to her, trying not to startle her.

“Oh!” she whirled. “Del! Did I wake you? I’m so sorry!”

Del stopped as he spied the curve of the older woman’s bountiful cleavage peeking out from her robe as she turned toward him. It was a struggle, but he brought his gaze up to meet her beautiful brown eyes. “It’s okay...are you alright?” he asked her.

She wiped tears from her gorgeous face, framed by her thick, shoulder-length auburn hair. “I’ve...been better. It’s nothing for you to worry about, okay? I’ll keep it down.”

“Okay...” Del retreated back to the door leading to the basement as she gave a final sniff and stood up from the couch, the street light streaming in through the window framing her figure for a moment. He gulped as he saw the silhouette of her shapely bare legs under her short robe. “G'nite,” he called out to her.

“Sweet dreams,” she replied.

Back in his bed, Del thought about Nancy. She wasn’t his aunt, but close...she was actually the younger sister of his mother’s best friend growing up. She had even babysat him a few times before she left home. When Del informed his parents that he was going to state college, his mother called Nancy, who she knew actually lived near the campus. After some catching up and finagling about money, Del was set up in Nancy and her husband’s furnished basement suite.

When he met Nancy again as he moved in, he was taken aback at how sexy the now thirtysomething woman was. She had left town when he was just 6, so he barely remembered her, but she remembered him, and welcomed him like a surrogate mother. His face had reddened from the feel of her curvaceous body hugging him, and then he had made the acquaintance of Michael, Nancy’s husband. The man, a little older than Nancy, was about Del’s height, a bit overweight, with dark hair and a trimmed beard. He seemed friendly enough.

Del had settled into the spacious bedroom suite, and his landlords frequently invited him to join them for meals, allowing the grateful college student to save money that he would normally have spent on fast food. A few weeks had passed since he had moved in, and he was getting comfortable in his new normal.

Del wished Nancy would hug him again. He thought about her warm, curvy body, barely hidden in her robe, pressed against him, the heady smell of her floral perfume setting his libido on fire, and he stroked himself to orgasm. Sleep came easily after that. Sweet dreams indeed, he thought.

On Campus

“Hey, Del, right?”

Del looked up. Standing next to his table was a cute, smiling girl his age, with shoulder-length platinum blonde hair, wearing jeans and a t-shirt that were a little bit too large for her average frame.

“Um, yeah...do I know you?” He looked around the campus cafeteria, wondering if someone was playing a prank on him. Cute girls didn’t normally just walk up and start conversations with him.

She tucked some of her hair behind one ear. “Oh! Um, yeah, I’m Melanie...we went to high school together.” At his blank look, she continued, “We had like three classes together last year...I sat behind you in English?”

Del struggled to remember her. A zitty, overweight dishwater blonde girl with glasses had sat behind him in that class...

“Um...um...I lost some weight, got my eyes lasered, and colored my hair.” She looked really uncomfortable now.

“Oh!” he said, realizing. “I’m sorry...yeah, you should probably have led with that.” Her skin had also cleared up, he noted. “Uh...how are you?”

Her smile back on her face, she sat next to him. “Doing good! Did you take English Lit this semester? Your story projects in class were always interesting.”

His face flushed. “Really? Thanks. Yeah, English Lit, Creative Writing, all those...hopefully I’ll make a living as a writer one day.”

“Oh, that’s awesome! I’m sure you’ll do well,” she gushed. “I remember that ghost story you told the class...gave me frickin’ nightmares for days! Um, I’m in the nurse program, so our classes don’t overlap.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.” The conversation had stalled spectacularly, and she looked uncomfortable again. “I.....