Not long ago, my wife and I had a conversation about our sex life. We both began by talking about any fantasies we may have had (or still do), but had not discussed them with each other. We both agreed we could bring up almost anything without the other person making any type of judgmental comments... and decided that pain, potty stuff, humiliation, etc were off limits. We drew low card to see who would go first.
She 'won' and began relating her fantasy of being of being lost late at night and finding an open bar out in the middle of nowhere. Upon entering, she saw a few men playing pool and several more at the bar. Many comments about her were being made as she walked over to the bartender. The men at the pool table walked over to her and began groping her. She made an attempt to leave but the men held her, stripped off all her clothes, and tied her spread eagle to the front of a pool table. She was blindfolded and then forced to have sex with all of them. While this was an extreme turn on for her, she also stated that the reality of that fantasy would be way too intense, but would like to incorporate some of the elements into our play time. After she expressed all of this, we were both so incredibly turned on. I never had my chance to share as we just went at it until we were both satisfied.
A week or so after our above conversation, she mentioned to me that our next-door neighbor began talking to her from his window while she was working in the side yard. We had learned from his brother that he suffered from a major social disorder. He was in his late forties, always worked from home, and only went out to shop once a week very early in the morning. We also noticed that only his brother would visit him, and that was just once a month. He would do his yard work very early in the morning once a week.
My wife loves to work outdoors and is constantly engaging in various landscaping projects. She was planting a couple of dozen different types of flowers a few feet from his window when he first began conversing with her. After a while, he was talking more and she said that he let her know how much he liked the outfit she was wearing. I explained to her the little bikini top and tiny shorts would draw anyone out. This went on for a few weeks. At dinner one night, she explained to me how bad she felt for him - no friends, no dates, no visitors except his brother. He told her how lonely he was and looked forward to seeing her out in the yard.