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Hello everyone! I hope you are doing well and if you are not feeling well, I do hope you are on your way to feeling much better.Welcome back! I took another impromptu sabbatical to reset and refocus.That being said. this episode will begin the new season of the Dear Future Hubby Podcast.I decided to make the first episode light and so it will include some of my favorite gospel songs. I do not own any of the rights to the music you will hear on this episode. Nevertheless, listen in as I take a moment to be transparent while praise and worshipping. I hope this episode encourages someone.Enjoy!

It's been a while, so we reached out to our good friend & Car & Driver senior editor Elana Scherr to catch us up on her and Tom's projects. We got more than we bargained for when she convinced us that buying a Bentley Arnage was a good choice for a used car, especially since the A/C worked! We also got some details about the Opel GT, Nova, Jensen Interceptor & Sidewinder speed boat projects. This hour went by way too fast!   Check our social media feed to see the pictures; on Instagram: @real_motormouthradio and on You Tube: https://youtu.be/zUZmnAVtHQw

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 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 picnic table I was looking for was about 100 yards from the car, and the only other people in the park were off to the side. Finding and retrieving the marble was no problem at all, but I hesitated when it came time to pull off my shirt. I looked around the park and saw that nobody seemed to be paying any attention to me. Taking in a deep breath, I pulled off my shirt, tossed it under the table, and started off back to hubby, Jay, and the security of our car. I had decided that it would be better to walk quickly, than run and bring extra attention to myself. Besides, as athletic as I was, the 4″ heels and my tipsy champagne-induced condition would likely result in a nasty spill, drawing even more attention, if not intervention. About halfway across the grass, the sound of a few catcalls made me pick up my pace a bit. The warm summer air felt good and I guess I was more worried about getting mugged than being seen in my bra. I nearly stumbled when my heels caught a clump of grass. Jay and hubby were both applauding and cheering as I reentered the car. I played it cool, and didn't let on how nervous I was. Besides, we were already moving on to our second destination. Hubby next wheeled the car into a parking spot on the side of a gas station/convenience store. At first I thought they would tell me to actually go inside the store, so I was relieved when the card Jay handed me directed me to walk around to the back of the building, enter the women's restroom, and retrieve my marble from inside the hand towel dispenser. Looking around and seeing nobody near us, I slipped out of the car and made my way around the building. Thankfully, nobody was there and I quickly stepped into the restroom. Popping open the dispenser, I grabbed my marble and replaced it with my gym shorts. Standing in the bathroom in my bra and panties, I cracked open the door to find that the coast was clear. Seeing it was, I headed back to the security of the car.   As I had rounded the corner of the building, I saw there was a guy pumping gas. Distracted by my plight, I again almost took a spill as I stepped off the curb in those damned heels, resulting in an ungracious public ‘titty-wiggle' in front of the car. Jay and hubby were cheering as I jumped into the front seat.  but the guy pumping gas had his back to me, so my trip went undetected. Once settled back in the car, Jay popped open a bottle of champagne and poured us each a glass. He said that he thought I could use a little more “courage” to prepare for the final two stages of the great treasure hunt. As we sat in the parking lot sipping champagne, a van pulled in alongside us, on my side of the car. The driver, an older man, definitely did the “double take” as he stepped past my window. I actually considered flashing one of my tits at him, but he turned and made his way into the store before I could. Jay and hubby chuckled as we backed out and headed off for destination number three. On the way, hubby reached over and began rubbing my pussy through my panties. I didn't realize how sexually aroused I had become with the night's antics until his hand touched my little red beaver. It was then that I realized I was already wet, and getting wetter by the second. While momentarily stopped at an intersection, Jay reached over the seatback and began massaging my breasts. We had never included Jay in any of our sexual adventures, so I was a bit surprised at his boldness. But I didn't object. It all felt very erotic, and I could feel that I was well on my way to an orgasm. I was so distracted, that it took me a moment to realize that a muni bus had pulled up alongside us. The intersection was well lighted and the driver had to be able to see everything going on in the car. Still, I didn't try to stop hubby and Jay from continuing to paw at me. We quickly moved off as the light changed, no doubt leaving the bus driver with some great images to get through the rest of his shift with. Our third destination was at Keystone Square shopping mall. Hubby parked the car in a donut shop parking lot, next to a bank. The mall was closed and we were the only car in the parking lot. Once again, Jay handed me a card, which directed me to retrieve my marble from the side of the ATM located in front of the bank. Exiting the car, I made my way across the asphalt lot and 5 drive-thru lanes, to reach the bank. Again, the marble was easy to locate. After confirming that there was nobody around, I slipped off my bra, freeing my c-cup titties from their restraints. I thought to myself, some bank guy is going to get a great boob shot when he reviews the surveillance videos that I know protect most ATM's. Crossing back over the drive-thru lanes, wearing only panties and high-heels, I was really starting to get brave (or maybe just drunk). Instead of immediately returning to the car, I stopped and waived to Jay and hubby. I even turned around, bent over, and flashed a ‘moon' at the two. My daring behavior was suddenly rewarded when the mall security guy came around the corner in his little pickup truck. I had barely stepped out onto the drive-thru when he pulled up to me and stopped. All I could see was the shadow of a head behind the steering wheel. I thought about trying to cover up, but it was useless. Instead, I smiled and waved, and continued across the lot to the car. Since I was no longer on bank property, the guard never said a word, he just watched me slide into the car, and drive away.  Public exposure is still a violation of city ordinances. Add to that a public drunkenness misdemeanor, and I was risking a night in the county lockup. Both the guys were laughing and cheering as we drove off. Once again, Jay handed me more champagne as we sped along to our final destination. This part of the journey took us to the other side of town. I am sure that at least a dozen drivers got an eyeful as they spied my bare boobies through the passenger window. Jay seemed to relish in the parade. He definitely seemed to like driving in the inside lane. By then I was really feeling the buzz of the champagne. Working our way to the north side of the city, hubby eventually pulled onto 8th street where it paralleled the highway. Hubby pulled over and parked on the left side, right on the corner of Sierra & 8th. The street was actually elevated above the highway and Sierra Avenue passed over the highway without the usual high arched overpass. Looking around, I could not see any obvious locations where my two tormentors would have concealed the fourth and final marble. Jay tapped on my shoulder and handed me the last card. The card directed me to cross south, over the entire overpass and recover the marble, which was taped underneath the handrail on the opposite side of the overpass. I looked across the overpass and saw that it spanned 6 highway lanes plus a large median. It had to be at least 150 yards to the other side. I tried to consider my options at this point, pondering whether or not I could make the round-trip trek without being seen, and knowing that the return trip would be without a stitch of clothing. Both Jay and hubby had a hopeful look in their faces that told me they would both blow their wads before I returned to the car, if I had the guts to get that last marble. Swallowing the remnants of my champagne, I resolved to get the last marble and win my new diamond. It was well past midnight and traffic on the highway seemed light. The streets immediately around us seemed completely devoid of any foot or vehicle traffic. I had plenty of liquid courage to back me up, and I was incredibly turned on by the prospect of walking the streets of Reno naked for a quarter mile, round trip. I reached over and grabbed hubby's crotch, gave it a squeeze, and told him he better be ready to “put out” when I got back. The bastard already had a hard-on, and his face was consumed by a wide grin. With a final look around the area, I stepped out of the car and started my trek across the overpass. My gait was swift, and the night air had cooled, causing my nipples to stiffen, and stand out so far you could hang a coat on each nipple. The walk across seemed endless, but finally I made it to the other side without incident. Once again, the marble was exactly where the card said it would be. After freeing the marble from the tape, I stepped out of my panties and hung them on the end of the railing. Now it was time for the return trip. As you might imagine, there was absolutely no concealment on the overpass. I was naked and completely exposed to anyone who might drive or walk by. But I held the final purple marble in my hand! It was soon to be replaced with a huge diamond, and that pleasurable thought led to a sudden outburst of dancing, high on the bridge overlooking 8 lanes of well-lit urban highway. The night air tingled as it slid past my exposed pussy lips. My thick red-haired bush was already wet from the evening's antics, and hubby's skilled fingers. Nearing the halfway point on the overpass, I realized a taxi had just turned onto the avenue two blocks up, and coming my way. But there was nothing I could do. There was nowhere to hide, and nothing to cover myself up with. As the taxi neared, I could feel myself trembling – a combination of fear and sexual pleasure. I decided to just keep walking proudly, no matter what. The taxi sped along towards me at a normal speed; until the driver realized what he was seeing in his headlights. He almost locked up the breaks as he slowed to get a better look. I flipped him a glance, smiled, and just kept walking. I could feel the juices flowing from my pussy, a trickle even found its way down the inside of my leg. I thought for a moment that the driver would stop and jump out of his cab, but instead, after a thorough observation he continued on his way, no doubt with happier thoughts on his mind. I had been focusing on the taxi cab, which seemed to take several minutes yet was only about 20 seconds; and in doing so, I had not realized that there were suddenly now some pedestrians on the bridge ahead of me. Straining to look ahead, it appeared as though a man and woman were approaching. All I could tell was that they were holding hands. My heart really began to race as I closed on the couple, my swaying tits waving happily at them. What would they do or say? The couple turned out to be two college-aged kids. When they saw me, they stopped dead in their tracks and watched me approach. While the young man seemed to be absorbed with staring at my pussy, the girl incredulously asked what I was doing. I paused long enough to explain that I was responding to a dare from my hubby. Champagne certainly does wonders for one's courage. The couple seemed duly impressed, so off I walked, leaving the couple standing on the bridge behind me, watching my ass jiggle as I walked away. By the time I reached the car, a bus could have driven by and I wouldn't have batted an eyelash. I was so horny and pumped up when I got into the car, I would have let hubby spread me across the hood of the car and make love to me right there on the street, if he would have suggested it. Instead, we took off southward and went downtown to the Reno Arch. This 5th stop was my idea, because I wanted a photo to commemorate this night. I had the pleasure of further exposing myself to other motorists, as my clothes were now spread the length of Reno. I was now reasonably drunk and I wanted something to remember my diamond quest by. I retrieved my phone & handed it to Jay as hubby was approaching Virginia Avenue along Commercial Row. We turned left & pulled over just north of the Downtown Reno Arch. As I got out, walked around the front of the car, then into the road & walked toward the famous neon sign which spans over the downtown street. Jay snapped several pics in rapid succession, Tourists under the arch started looking at me and whistling, so I waved. Within 20 seconds Jay said he had plenty of good pics, so I darted back in my front seat and hubby took us home. Hubby and Jay continued to play with me, keeping me insanely horny until we got home. What happened after that is another story. It suffices to say that, in addition to experiencing one of the most erotic public-nudity adventures of my life, I also won my new diamond, which will always remind me of my “night of nudity” in Reno!   By sharedare, for Literotica

 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 picnic table I was looking for was about 100 yards from the car, and the only other people in the park were off to the side. Finding and retrieving the marble was no problem at all, but I hesitated when it came time to pull off my shirt. I looked around the park and saw that nobody seemed to be paying any attention to me. Taking in a deep breath, I pulled off my shirt, tossed it under the table, and started off back to hubby, Jay, and the security of our car. I had decided that it would be better to walk quickly, than run and bring extra attention to myself. Besides, as athletic as I was, the 4″ heels and my tipsy champagne-induced condition would likely result in a nasty spill, drawing even more attention, if not intervention. About halfway across the grass, the sound of a few catcalls made me pick up my pace a bit. The warm summer air felt good and I guess I was more worried about getting mugged than being seen in my bra. I nearly stumbled when my heels caught a clump of grass. Jay and hubby were both applauding and cheering as I reentered the car. I played it cool, and didn't let on how nervous I was. Besides, we were already moving on to our second destination. Hubby next wheeled the car into a parking spot on the side of a gas station/convenience store. At first I thought they would tell me to actually go inside the store, so I was relieved when the card Jay handed me directed me to walk around to the back of the building, enter the women's restroom, and retrieve my marble from inside the hand towel dispenser. Looking around and seeing nobody near us, I slipped out of the car and made my way around the building. Thankfully, nobody was there and I quickly stepped into the restroom. Popping open the dispenser, I grabbed my marble and replaced it with my gym shorts. Standing in the bathroom in my bra and panties, I cracked open the door to find that the coast was clear. Seeing it was, I headed back to the security of the car.   As I had rounded the corner of the building, I saw there was a guy pumping gas. Distracted by my plight, I again almost took a spill as I stepped off the curb in those damned heels, resulting in an ungracious public ‘titty-wiggle' in front of the car. Jay and hubby were cheering as I jumped into the front seat.  but the guy pumping gas had his back to me, so my trip went undetected. Once settled back in the car, Jay popped open a bottle of champagne and poured us each a glass. He said that he thought I could use a little more “courage” to prepare for the final two stages of the great treasure hunt. As we sat in the parking lot sipping champagne, a van pulled in alongside us, on my side of the car. The driver, an older man, definitely did the “double take” as he stepped past my window. I actually considered flashing one of my tits at him, but he turned and made his way into the store before I could. Jay and hubby chuckled as we backed out and headed off for destination number three. On the way, hubby reached over and began rubbing my pussy through my panties. I didn't realize how sexually aroused I had become with the night's antics until his hand touched my little red beaver. It was then that I realized I was already wet, and getting wetter by the second. While momentarily stopped at an intersection, Jay reached over the seatback and began massaging my breasts. We had never included Jay in any of our sexual adventures, so I was a bit surprised at his boldness. But I didn't object. It all felt very erotic, and I could feel that I was well on my way to an orgasm. I was so distracted, that it took me a moment to realize that a muni bus had pulled up alongside us. The intersection was well lighted and the driver had to be able to see everything going on in the car. Still, I didn't try to stop hubby and Jay from continuing to paw at me. We quickly moved off as the light changed, no doubt leaving the bus driver with some great images to get through the rest of his shift with. Our third destination was at Keystone Square shopping mall. Hubby parked the car in a donut shop parking lot, next to a bank. The mall was closed and we were the only car in the parking lot. Once again, Jay handed me a card, which directed me to retrieve my marble from the side of the ATM located in front of the bank. Exiting the car, I made my way across the asphalt lot and 5 drive-thru lanes, to reach the bank. Again, the marble was easy to locate. After confirming that there was nobody around, I slipped off my bra, freeing my c-cup titties from their restraints. I thought to myself, some bank guy is going to get a great boob shot when he reviews the surveillance videos that I know protect most ATM's. Crossing back over the drive-thru lanes, wearing only panties and high-heels, I was really starting to get brave (or maybe just drunk). Instead of immediately returning to the car, I stopped and waived to Jay and hubby. I even turned around, bent over, and flashed a ‘moon' at the two. My daring behavior was suddenly rewarded when the mall security guy came around the corner in his little pickup truck. I had barely stepped out onto the drive-thru when he pulled up to me and stopped. All I could see was the shadow of a head behind the steering wheel. I thought about trying to cover up, but it was useless. Instead, I smiled and waved, and continued across the lot to the car. Since I was no longer on bank property, the guard never said a word, he just watched me slide into the car, and drive away.  Public exposure is still a violation of city ordinances. Add to that a public drunkenness misdemeanor, and I was risking a night in the county lockup. Both the guys were laughing and cheering as we drove off. Once again, Jay handed me more champagne as we sped along to our final destination. This part of the journey took us to the other side of town. I am sure that at least a dozen drivers got an eyeful as they spied my bare boobies through the passenger window. Jay seemed to relish in the parade. He definitely seemed to like driving in the inside lane. By then I was really feeling the buzz of the champagne. Working our way to the north side of the city, hubby eventually pulled onto 8th street where it paralleled the highway. Hubby pulled over and parked on the left side, right on the corner of Sierra & 8th. The street was actually elevated above the highway and Sierra Avenue passed over the highway without the usual high arched overpass. Looking around, I could not see any obvious locations where my two tormentors would have concealed the fourth and final marble. Jay tapped on my shoulder and handed me the last card. The card directed me to cross south, over the entire overpass and recover the marble, which was taped underneath the handrail on the opposite side of the overpass. I looked across the overpass and saw that it spanned 6 highway lanes plus a large median. It had to be at least 150 yards to the other side. I tried to consider my options at this point, pondering whether or not I could make the round-trip trek without being seen, and knowing that the return trip would be without a stitch of clothing. Both Jay and hubby had a hopeful look in their faces that told me they would both blow their wads before I returned to the car, if I had the guts to get that last marble. Swallowing the remnants of my champagne, I resolved to get the last marble and win my new diamond. It was well past midnight and traffic on the highway seemed light. The streets immediately around us seemed completely devoid of any foot or vehicle traffic. I had plenty of liquid courage to back me up, and I was incredibly turned on by the prospect of walking the streets of Reno naked for a quarter mile, round trip. I reached over and grabbed hubby's crotch, gave it a squeeze, and told him he better be ready to “put out” when I got back. The bastard already had a hard-on, and his face was consumed by a wide grin. With a final look around the area, I stepped out of the car and started my trek across the overpass. My gait was swift, and the night air had cooled, causing my nipples to stiffen, and stand out so far you could hang a coat on each nipple. The walk across seemed endless, but finally I made it to the other side without incident. Once again, the marble was exactly where the card said it would be. After freeing the marble from the tape, I stepped out of my panties and hung them on the end of the railing. Now it was time for the return trip. As you might imagine, there was absolutely no concealment on the overpass. I was naked and completely exposed to anyone who might drive or walk by. But I held the final purple marble in my hand! It was soon to be replaced with a huge diamond, and that pleasurable thought led to a sudden outburst of dancing, high on the bridge overlooking 8 lanes of well-lit urban highway. The night air tingled as it slid past my exposed pussy lips. My thick red-haired bush was already wet from the evening's antics, and hubby's skilled fingers. Nearing the halfway point on the overpass, I realized a taxi had just turned onto the avenue two blocks up, and coming my way. But there was nothing I could do. There was nowhere to hide, and nothing to cover myself up with. As the taxi neared, I could feel myself trembling – a combination of fear and sexual pleasure. I decided to just keep walking proudly, no matter what. The taxi sped along towards me at a normal speed; until the driver realized what he was seeing in his headlights. He almost locked up the breaks as he slowed to get a better look. I flipped him a glance, smiled, and just kept walking. I could feel the juices flowing from my pussy, a trickle even found its way down the inside of my leg. I thought for a moment that the driver would stop and jump out of his cab, but instead, after a thorough observation he continued on his way, no doubt with happier thoughts on his mind. I had been focusing on the taxi cab, which seemed to take several minutes yet was only about 20 seconds; and in doing so, I had not realized that there were suddenly now some pedestrians on the bridge ahead of me. Straining to look ahead, it appeared as though a man and woman were approaching. All I could tell was that they were holding hands. My heart really began to race as I closed on the couple, my swaying tits waving happily at them. What would they do or say? The couple turned out to be two college-aged kids. When they saw me, they stopped dead in their tracks and watched me approach. While the young man seemed to be absorbed with staring at my pussy, the girl incredulously asked what I was doing. I paused long enough to explain that I was responding to a dare from my hubby. Champagne certainly does wonders for one's courage. The couple seemed duly impressed, so off I walked, leaving the couple standing on the bridge behind me, watching my ass jiggle as I walked away. By the time I reached the car, a bus could have driven by and I wouldn't have batted an eyelash. I was so horny and pumped up when I got into the car, I would have let hubby spread me across the hood of the car and make love to me right there on the street, if he would have suggested it. Instead, we took off southward and went downtown to the Reno Arch. This 5th stop was my idea, because I wanted a photo to commemorate this night. I had the pleasure of further exposing myself to other motorists, as my clothes were now spread the length of Reno. I was now reasonably drunk and I wanted something to remember my diamond quest by. I retrieved my phone & handed it to Jay as hubby was approaching Virginia Avenue along Commercial Row. We turned left & pulled over just north of the Downtown Reno Arch. As I got out, walked around the front of the car, then into the road & walked toward the famous neon sign which spans over the downtown street. Jay snapped several pics in rapid succession, Tourists under the arch started looking at me and whistling, so I waved. Within 20 seconds Jay said he had plenty of good pics, so I darted back in my front seat and hubby took us home. Hubby and Jay continued to play with me, keeping me insanely horny until we got home. What happened after that is another story. It suffices to say that, in addition to experiencing one of the most erotic public-nudity adventures of my life, I also won my new diamond, which will always remind me of my “night of nudity” in Reno!   By sharedare, for Literotica

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On today's show... What would be your message in a bottle? The Latest Viral Would You Rather ….. The Hubby Wife edition Frugal Habits that NEVER die but its actually a good thing….

A Texas woman is facing felony charges for creating some toxic treats to kill her ex-husband & his new family. The deadly desserts disguised in a box of chocolates, a sweet gesture to celebrate his engagement. A mom of 7 allegedly offers up her infant daughter on Snapchat to be raped...for diapers. Plus, a nurse takes the term "footloose" to a twisted level. Jennifer Gould reports. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

An American Idol executive & her husband are gunned down in their mansion. An arrest has been made but, neighbors are fuming over the initial response by police. An elderly gunman shoots a NYC cabbie over a measly $40 fare...then casually walks away from the crime scene to his senior living facility. Plus, a traffic stop takes an adorable turn! Jennifer Gould reports. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hello Everyone!I hope you are doing well but if you are not doing well, I do hope you are on your way to feeling much better.On today's episode, I speak to my truth. Finding beauty in difficult situations. Listen in as I share a heartfelt message.I hope this episode encourages someone!Be encouraged.

On June 28th, 1992, Doug Guyatt stepped outside his home in Colwood, British Columbia, to tidy up the yard. The house was up for sale, and it needed to look presentable. But that wasn't the only weight hanging over Doug that day. His wife, 34-year-old Shannon Guyatt, had been missing for nearly two weeks. How to support: For extra perks including exclusive content, early release, and ad-free episodes - Go to - Patreon How to connect: Website Instagram Facebook Twitter Please check out our sponsors and help support the podcast: Nutrafol - Start your hair growth journey with Nutrafol. For a limited time, Nutrafol is offering our listeners ten dollars off your first month's subscription and free shipping when you go to Nutrafol.com and enter the promo code MADNESS Mint Mobile - For premium wireless plans starting at $15 a month go to mintmobile.com/madness Rula - Thousands of people are already using Rula to get affordable, high-quality therapy that's actually covered by insurance. Visit Rula.com/madness to get started. After you sign up, you'll be asked how you heard about them —please support our show and let them know we sent you. Smalls - For a limited time only, get 35% off plus an additional 50% off your first order when you head to Smalls.com and use code MADNESS. Masterclass - See MasterClass's latest deal–at least 15% off–at MasterClass.com/MADNESS Cremo - Head to Target or Target.com to find Cremo's new line of antiperspirants and deodorants in the Italian Bergamont and Palo Santo scents. IQBAR - IQBAR is offering our special podcast listeners twenty percent off all IQBAR products, plus get FREE shipping. To get your twenty percent off, text MADNESS to 64000. Quince - Upgrade your wardrobe with pieces made to last with Quince. Go to Quince.com/madness for free shipping on your order and 365-day returns. Research & Writing: Nicole Colin & Katherine Thomas - Epigram Literary Group Editing: Aiden Wolf Sources: netk.net.au sookenewsmirror.com  evelazarus.com  timescolonist.com  timescolonist.com2  timescolonist.com3 cheknews.ca colwood.ca  vancouverisland.travel  Google Maps  canada.ca statcan.gc.ca Times - Colonist; Victoria, B.C.. 24 Sep 1994: 1.   Son recalls Guyatt's grisly discovery - ProQuest Rowlands, Bob. Times - Colonist; Victoria, B.C.. 04 Oct 1996: 1.   Wife-killer guilty of sex assault - Two years after conviction for - ProQuest Watts, Richard. Times - Colonist; Victoria, B.C.. 21 Sep 1994: 1.   Severed head trial on today - ProQuest Times - Colonist; Victoria, B.C.. 04 Oct 1994: 1.   Guyatt's fate up to jury now - ProQuest Watts, Richard. Times - Colonist; Victoria, B.C.. 14 Oct 1994: 1.   Guyatt locked up for at least 15 years - ProQuest Times - Colonist; Victoria, B.C.. 30 Sep 1994: 1.   Guyatt tells court of plan for freedom - ProQuest Times - Colonist; Victoria, B.C.. 01 Oct 1994: 1.   Witness harassed' by police - ProQuest Times - Colonist; Victoria, B.C.. 01 Oct 1996: 1.   Guyatt's sex-charge trial begins - Times Colonist staff - ProQuest Times - Colonist; Victoria, B.C.. 27 Sep 1994: 1.   Wife's lover lied to police, court hears - ProQuest McCulloch, Sandra. Times - Colonist; Victoria, B.C.. 10 June 1994: 1.   Reward no help in finding body - ProQuest Gibson, Jim. Times - Colonist; Victoria, B.C.. 18 Oct 1994: 1.   JIM GIBSON - ProQuest Times - Colonist; Victoria, B.C.. 05 Oct 1994: 1.   Shannon's lover acquitted of drunk driving - ProQuest Times - Colonist; Victoria, B.C.. 23 Apr 1994: 1.   Guyatt facing sex charges - ProQuest Times - Colonist; Victoria, B.C.. 23 Mar 1994: 1.   Man facing murder trial charged with bail breach - ProQuest Horwood, Holly. The Province; Vancouver, B.C.. 28 Sep 1994: A7.   Hubby planned to flee country, son tells trial: [Final Edition] - ProQuest McLintock, Barbara. The Province; Vancouver, B.C.. 14 Oct 1994: A4.   Killer Guyatt jailed for life: [Final Edition] - ProQuest Horwood, Holly. The Province; Vancouver, B.C.. 23 Sep 1994: A4.   Police officer tells court of severed head found in ditch: [Final Edition] - ProQuest Horwood, Holly. The Province; Vancouver, B.C.. 22 Sep 1994: A5.   Wife's brutal murder tied to life insurance: Crown alleges money as motive: [Final Edition] - ProQuest McIntyre, Greg. The Province; Vancouver, B.C.. 09 Oct 1994: A24.   Guyatt's convicted of murder: [Final Edition] - ProQuest Pemberton, Kim. The Vancouver Sun; Vancouver, B.C.. 05 Sep 1992: B3.   Horrific murder proves a puzzler for police: [1* Edition] - ProQuest Horwood, Holly. The Province; Vancouver, B.C.. 04 Oct 1994: A5.   Guyatt decision with jury: [Final Edition] - ProQuest

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This week, we look at a viral influencer's take on why men don't step up at home. He's just one of many creators who exist in the genre of “relationship advice” whose content insidiously blames women for their partner's lack of initiative. Apparently, the problem with a lack of effort isn't... the lack of effort... It's that you must be smothering his divine masculine spark.Mentioned in this episode:Rage Becomes Her by Soraya ChemalyBoyMom by Ruth WhippmanErased by Anna Malaika TubbsThe Future Is Disabled by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna SamarasinhaCare Work by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna SamarasinhaSubscribe, rate, and follow us:@timetoleanpod | timetoleanpod.substack.com@thatdarnchat | thatdarnchat.substack.com@itscrystalbritt | itscrystalbritt.substack.comPreorder No More Mediocre: A Call to Reimagine Our Relationships And Demand MoreNeed support? Visit thehotline.org Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Adam Elliott joins the Rush Hour and we discover what irritates you about your partner, Andy Lee sit down and chats about he brand new kids show "Don't Watch This Show" we find out what you dropped down the toilet and John Brewster from The Angels joins us. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Hey Hubby,Yep, I said it. This one's for you. I know most of my episodes are directed toward Physician moms, but this time I'm talking directly to the husbands.Not to criticize. Not to complain. But to invite you into a deeper understanding of what your wife is going through right now.Because when you became a dad, everything changed. Not just for your wife, but for you too. And in this season, when the babies are young and the days are long, it's so easy to feel disconnected, confused, or unsure of how to really show up for her.So I'm sharing what I wish my own husband had known in those early years… and what your wife probably wishes you knew too.This episode is not about blame. It's about connection.Here's what I talk about in this episode:Why the version of motherhood you think you know might be outdated (and why that matters)The invisible pressure your wife is under (and what you're not seeing)How your childhood is shaping your marriage and what to do about itWhy your wife's body isn't “back to normal” and what she needs from you around intimacyReal ways to show up and lighten her mental load without being askedThis is a mindset shift, not a to-do list. And if you let it, this episode might just change everything.What did you think of the episode, doc? Let me know! Remember to subscribe to "Stethoscopes and Strollers" on your favorite podcast platform so you never miss an episode of encouragement and empowerment. Apple Podcast | Spotify | YouTube Connect with me. Website | Instagram | Facebook Join my Email list to get tips on navigating motherhood in the medical field. If you feel you need direct support or someone to talk through the unique challenges of being a physician mom, schedule a free coaching session. Free Coaching Session with Dr. Toya

You know that cuck fantasy where the husbands best friend gets invited to share the wife? SexyVxn and Midwest Hubby lived it! But that was years ago, life happened, kids happened, now they're starting up the hotwife lifestyle sexy as anything! A great story of dipping the toe back in the waters, looking for an experience bull and winding up in a GF BF relationship with an amazing lifestyle gentleman who I'm sure you'll know and have heard on the show before! The cuck my life panel enjoy a fun sit-down with this spectacular couple! Check it outFind SexyVxn here

Celebrity chef Anne Burrell is dead at 55, and friends are demanding answers — with one source saying, “Something doesn’t add up.” Tyler Perry has been slapped with a $260 million sexual assault lawsuit, bringing long-whispered allegations into the spotlight. And Scarlett Johansson is heating up the Jurassic World Rebirthred carpet with co-star Jonathan Bailey — leaving insiders saying Colin Jost “definitely isn’t laughing.” Don't forget to vote in today's poll on Twitter at @naughtynicerob or in our Facebook group.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Power struggles: we've all been there! Sometimes daily. This was us a few years back - but no more.Your kid digs their heels in, you dig yours in deeper—and suddenly you're in a full-blown standoff over socks, screen time, or sandwiches.

Oliver Edward joins us for Season 3, Episode 10. What's on the plate? – Berlin & NYC Lifestyles. Ramen Obsession. Courgettes. Vienna Life. Marillenknödel. Erdbeereknödel. Coffee & Cake Time. Schnitzel. Kaiserschmarrn. Zwetschgenröster. Sachertorte. Hungarian Sandwiches. Asparagus & Potatoes. Hollandaise Sauce. Garlic Overload. Hubby's Ginger Brew. Water Is Life. Enjoyment. Chicken & Rice. Nigerian Jollof. Apricots.Media:Oliver's Instagram: @oliver_edward_Oliver's Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3RuYrdjGCgEsO3RCG5Jfjd?si=1LxfUt0eTk2re_UQ1wH-ewLick the Plate's Instagram and TikTok: @licktheplatepodcastCameron's Instagram and TikTok: @cbjartslicktheplatepodcast@gmail.comInstrumentals, mixing and mastering of the theme song "Lick the Plate" courtesy of Adam FarrellAdam's Instagram: @farrell33a Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

My husband and I  are celebrating 25 years of marriage tomorrow!! To celebrate our silver year, I have him on today co-hosting with me as we talk about our marriage, before, during and after raising our teenagers.  What lessons we've learned along the way that has pushed up against, challenged and encouraged our marriage through that season.  Are you looking for ways to communicate with your girl so she can start opening up to you? Do you want to understand why is it so hard to approach your girl? Are you stuck on how to approach your teenage daughter in conversation without her freaking out?   SIGN UP FOR TALK TO YOUR TEEN GIRL FRAMEWORK!!  A 6-WEEK JOURNEY TO SHIFT HOW YOU COMMUNICATE SO SHE CAN COME TO YOU!   You'll walk away with a deeper understanding the changes happening to your girl, Equipped in your new role as COACH in this teen stage, and establish better communication pathways to connect and grow closer with your daughter   Imagine if you and your daughter can finally have conversations at a level where she doesn't need to hide anything from you! Plus, you'll get to meet other mamas who are all in the same boat.... SIGN UP HERE!      You can find me here: Work with me:  www.talktyourteengirl.com Connect: hello@jeanniebaldomero.com Instagram:   https://www.instagram.com/raisingherconfidently Free mom support community: www.raisingherconfidently.com

I used to think things would get better when he changed. If he just read the book, showed up differently, or met me halfway… maybe then I could finally breathe. But after years of trying to drag him along my growth journey, I had a moment. I saw myself like a little girl sitting on a curb, waiting for someone to come save me. And I realized: no one was coming. So I picked myself up. This episode is for the woman who's ready to stop outsourcing her peace. I'm walking you through the 8 powerful reasons I kept doing the inner work—even when my husband wasn't doing his + why you should too. Because the truth? Everything changes when you do.  Here's what I'm sharing: ✔️ Why my nervous system sets the tone for our home—even if I'm not the loudest voice in the room ✔️ How doing my work started shifting our marriage, even before he got on board ✔️ The moment I realized my kids were learning how to shrink themselves just by watching me ✔️ How boundaries brought my power back—without the resentment ✔️ Why peace isn't something I wait for, it's something I build You don't need a perfectly healed partner to create a life that feels aligned, grounded, and yours. Ready to stop waiting and start choosing you? ✨ Grab my Boundary Mastery Course✨ Apply for 1:1 coaching or check out freebies via @its.amandaclark  

A viral Reddit post showcase adorable #dadjoke doodles his wife leaves for him to see when he gets home from his overnight shift. STORY: https://www.sunnyskyz.com/blog/3926/Exhausted-Husband-Comes-Home-To-Sweet-Drawings-From-His-Wife-Every-Morning

Hey Slaycaters, ready for a Slaycation that feels like a psychological thriller and an international cover-up? Buckle up, because this week we're diving into the mysterious case of Magdalena Żuk, a 27-year-old woman who traveled alone to Egypt—and never came back. What starts as a canceled trip with her boyfriend quickly spirals into bizarre footage, cryptic phone calls, and a whole lot of “what the actual hell is going on here?” energy. Was Magdalena suffering a mental health crisis, or was something far more sinister at play? As always, we'll let you decide—but prepare to yell at your speaker at least five times. Thanks for Slaycating with us, and don't forget to use the buddy system when traveling abroad. Love, ‘More', Hubby & Tolerable. MORE KIM!:  Subscribe to SLAYCATION PLUS and get weekly ‘More Kim' bonus episodes.  SUBSCRIBE to SLAYCATION PLUS right in Apple Podcasts, or on our website: ⁠https://plus.slaycation.wtf/supporters/pricing⁠ SLAYCATERS ONLY:  Interact with the Hosts and get behind the scenes info, photos and more in our FACEBOOK GROUP: ⁠https://www.facebook.com/groups/394778366758281⁠ MERCH!  Top quality ‘Pack Your Body Bags" tote bags, as well as Slaycation T-shirts, towels, sandals, fanny packs, stickers and more available at:  ⁠https://plus.slaycation.wtf/collections/all⁠ MORE INFO:  to learn more about Slaycation, the Hosts go to: ⁠www.slaycation.wtf⁠ EMAIL:  ⁠info@slaycation.wtf⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Hey Slaycaters, we're back with a case that starts out sad, gets better for two minutes, then turns tragic.  Aren't Slaycations the best?  But hey, we all know what we signed up for.  Unfortunately, Kiara Agnew did NOT sign up for what happened to her in Playa del Carmen, Mexico.  And while the details of this case are completely nutso -- what happens during the ensuing investigation and trial will have you throwing your hands up in the air wondering what kind of world we live in. Rather than give anything away, we invite you to go on this dark journey with us. As always, thanks for Slaycating with us, and please stay safe out there!  Love, ‘More', Hubby & Tolerable.   MORE KIM!:  Subscribe to SLAYCATION PLUS and get weekly ‘More Kim' bonus episodes.  SUBSCRIBE to SLAYCATION PLUS right in Apple Podcasts, or on our website: https://plus.slaycation.wtf/supporters/pricing SLAYCATERS ONLY:  Interact with the Hosts and get behind the scenes info, photos and more in our FACEBOOK GROUP: https://www.facebook.com/groups/394778366758281 MERCH!  Top quality ‘Pack Your Body Bags" tote bags, as well as Slaycation T-shirts, towels, sandals, fanny packs, stickers and more available at:  https://plus.slaycation.wtf/collections/all MORE INFO:  to learn more about Slaycation, the Hosts go to: www.slaycation.wtf EMAIL:  info@slaycation.wtf Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

My hubby baby Robby wifey is here! By popular demand omg the most requested guest. We talk her rapidly budding acting career, the Hoffman family visit, and Deadly American Marriage doc. Enjoy!!Sponsors:Simply Pop: Go to cokeurl.com/simplyPOP to find out where you can try SimplyPopDrybar: Get a gorgeous blowout that lasts now and shop Drybar's Blowout Defense products at drybar.comFeeld: Download Feeld on the App Store or Google PlayArya: Visit arya.fyi and use code GABBYWINDEY for 15% off to get started todayThe Materialists: Only in theaters June 13th http://tickets.materialists.movie/Draftkings Casino: Download the app and sign up with code GABBYWINDEYSquarespace: Go to squarespace.com/GABBY to save 10% off your first purchase of a website or domainProduced by Dear Media.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Full show - Wednesday | Movies that wreck you | News or Nope - Lady Gaga and Kristen Stewart | "Hey, you look tired today!" | OPP - Not jealous hubby | The best time to shower | Should Slacker's daughter join student government? | Stop-uh! | Your romantic partner shouldn't be your best friend | Daily Diddy Dirt | Stupid stories @theslackershow @ericasheaaa @thackiswack @radioerin

Her husband is spending all of his time trying to become "YouTube Famous" and is neglecting her, their kids and his career! She's abt ready to take a new job and split! What should she do??

Josie has been going out with her girlfriends, and her husband is very supportive of her...but Josie wonders if he's TOO supportive. He doesn't seem to get upset when she comes home later and later, or tells him about the guys who hit on her or the numbers that she got while she was out. Is he having an affair? Why isn't he more jealous!? What should she do?

Full show - Monday | Erica believed this about her grandmother for way too long | Excuse me, this burger has a weird wang on it | Sleeping with Erica | Lip filler with an N | OPP - Hubby wants her gone while his friends visit | APT. | T. Hack and Erin don't understand what FU money is | Stupid stories @theslackershow @ericasheaaa @thackiswack @radioerin

It was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, however hours after exchanging vows, a North Carolina woman goes from beaming bride to widow. And the killer is still on the loose. A nationwide manhunt intensifies for an airman on the run...wanted for child sex abuse charges after he's a no show in court. Plus, a bank-robbing crime author, with a rap sheet longer than his bibliography is busted, again. Jennifer Gould reports. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Courtney is sick of her childish husband, has what he done this last time justify her leaving? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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What happens when you trust your healing, lead with your heart, and stop following timelines that were never meant for you?In this episode, Laura (@itslaurapatriciamartin) sits down with her husband, Eduardo Gomez Del Casal (@edygomezdelcasal), to spill everything — the real, behind-the-scenes story of how they went from strangers to married, pregnant, and scaling multi-6 figure businesses together, all in under a year.They're pulling back the curtain on:→ How deep healing prepared them for a relationship of this caliber→ The truth about building a power couple dynamic while scaling online coaching businesses→ Why love, leadership, and legacy get to grow at the same time→ The real tea on timelines, trust, and building an empire togetherThis episode isn't just about love — it's about what happens when two entrepreneurs commit to building a family and building wealth without sacrificing either.If you're scaling an online coaching business, craving deeper love, or ready to break the rules and create it all... this conversation will expand your vision in ways you didn't even know you needed.

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