Games and dares - secrets and stories
 

It has been my experience for as long as I can remember that girls will do things in the context of a bet or a game that they would never do for any other reason. Over the years I have managed to play many different "strip" or "dare" games with neighborhood friends, girl-friends, their friends, my wife, our friends, and three of my sister-in-laws, frequently resulting in significant female nudity.

I'm not sure of the psychology, but it seems to be about choice. The choice to play a game is non-threatening (even if it is strip poker) because you can tell yourself that you are going to win, or only lose a little. Then when you have to pay up, it is out of your hands and no longer a choice. Not sure, but after lots of experiences talking people into playing games that leave them naked, it is my best theory.

My advice for how to get a game going that will end up with some/all being naked is as follows.

1. Make sure you have enough booze. Assuming everybody is of legal age, the drinks should be flowing. But make sure you have enough, before you go to the next step. Nothing kills an evening like somebody having to make a beer run in the middle of a game. If one person starts getting dressed, others will as well. Its crazy how fast the mood can be broken.

2. Test the group dynamic. Gently work in sexy topics to see how the group responds. Don't take anything for granted, the prude who cock-blocked your strip poker suggestion six months ago could be crazy horny tonight. Also work in small bets on random things, but make sure you lose the bets. This sets up the girls to believe they are on a lucky streak and will win all bets that night. Get games going early, cards, dice, drinking games. You should play a bunch of different games with no strip factor, so that by the time you suggest strip poker, its just one of many games you played. If the group isn't responding to the subtle suggestions, tread lightly. this may be the setup for next time you get together.

3. Don't push nudity. If someone wants to stop at underwear, or hold a pillow in front of them, let them! The goal is to start playing and then keep playing. The longer you play the more chance you have to see some new tits, don't be in a hurry. If someone balks at getting naked, give them a pass, call it a "mulligan" Then try to have a guy lose the next hand so the attention focuses on someone else. Once again, if anyone starts to get re-dressed the whole thing will likely fall apart very quickly.

4. Be generous, not strict with rules. Don't make rules designed to get people naked too early. If the game feels unfair or a rule suddenly changes in a way that disadvantages a female you will lose the momentum. If anything, a rule change should give a female "one more chance" before losing their bra. Then when it comes time (and it will) they know they have already had their pass, and will be ready to lose that bra.

5. Female wingman. It helps a lot if you have a female wingman, as long as the wingman is not seen as the town sl*t. In fact, if you have a female wingman who is willing to at least get topless, you can pretty much guarantee a game that ends up with a lot of naked people.

6. Male wingman. All guys will be wingmen on some level once they realize you are trying to get girls naked. Sometimes it is great to have a guy wingman in on your plans early because he know how to turn one of the females (his wife/GF) into a female wingman. At a minimum a guy wingman is needed to so that you don't look like the lone pervert in the room. Once you suggest that the next game include a strip or dare variant, if somebody else doesn't support it within 30 seconds it will die quickly. Men can also be wingmen even if they don't know of your plans in advance as I demonstrate in my story "Hot Tub Wager"

Anyway, my goal for this thread is to tell some true stories of my successes in getting people naked, maybe prompt some of your stories, and see if anyone has any additional thoughts on how to engineer a great evening where people get naked.

Dares, games, and booze have contributed to probably at least 75% of all the naked craziness I have participated in...:D The wingman/woman is spot on too, peer pressure works wonders lol. I have a lot of stories from these games, I would love to hear yours!

This sounds like great advice. Thanks for sharing. Never done a strip game but I love the idea. Psychologically, I see a barrier in that no one in my circle would want to get naked in front of each other. I would think strip games work better in front of strangers? Is that true? Like on vacation or something? Or do you actually get couples you have known for a while to participate? What happens the next morning? Do they never talk to each other again? Or does it turn out okay?

Well, in my experience, if the game only involves stripping, or dares and doesn't involve any sexual contact then nobody is particularly weirded out the next day. More of a "I can't believe how drunk we were last night" vibe than anything else. I have played naked games with three sisters-in-law and my wife's best friend, and we see them all the time and at most it becomes an inside joke. "I better not have any more wine, who knows what will happen..."

We have one couple who are good friends where the games and dares evolved over the years and has crossed into some sexual contact. Mostly boob groping and the occasional dick sucking. Those evenings do have more remorse the next day, but have not hurt our friendship at all.

Using a wager to get the wives naked
 

A couple years ago my wife and I were hanging out with some friends at their house. After a bunch of hours and a bunch of beers, we decided to go in their new hot tub. As always, I was secretly trying to figure out how to get the wives to get naked or at least topless in the tub.

Knowing that my wife is very competitive, and will do things to win a bet that she won't in regular life, I cooked up a plan. While the girls were getting their bathing suits on I bet my friend $100 that I could get the wives topless in the hot tub.

My friend said it would never happen, he had tried the hot tub naked thing recently with his wife and some neighbors and it didn't go well. One of his neighbors is an aerobics instructor at a local gym and she had recently gotten breast implants and loves to show them off. In fact after a drink or two she would whip out the new boobs at the drop of a hat.

This casual attitude toward nudity totally pissed off my friend's wife, in part because she thought it was sl*tty and in part because she has small breasts and I think she felt inadequate next to the surgically enhanced neighbor.

I said that if my wife led the way, I was sure his wife would follow, they have been best friends since 3rd grade. He said that he hated to take my money, but if I insisted he would take the bet.

About 10 minutes later, the girls are in the tub and my friend gets up to get another round of beers. So I tell the girls, "listen, you have to help me out. I made a bet that you guys would get topless in the tub and I don't want to lose $100 bucks."

So as predicted my wife says, "we can't lose a bet" and starts talking it up. Her friend is kind of dubious, but she isn't mad or anything like my friend predicted. As I said before, it is totally different if a woman is leading the charge, and at this point, with a bet on the line, my wife is definitely leading the charge. I'm just sitting with fingers crossed.

My friend comes back and sits down in the tub. After a few minutes my wife says "hey, did you have a wager you wanted to tell us about?" My friend is totally unprepared for the direct question not realizing I was going to use the bet to get the ladies naked and he says he doesn't know what she's talking about. He also looks over at me with an "are you out of your mind?" expression.

"Oh, cause my understanding is that these are the bet" as she slowly raises herself out of the hot tub to reveal that she has dropped her bathing suit top and is now standing topless in the hot tub with steam rising off her exposed breasts, water trickling down, and her nipples getting unbelievably hard. I forgot to mention that it is the middle of winter, hence the steam rising from her beautiful breasts.

She stands for what seems like an hour but is probably a good minute. This is no quick flash, she is putting her tits on full display. It is one of the most unbelievable sights I have ever seen. My friend cannot take his eyes off my wife's breasts and makes no attempt to pretend he's not looking. I take a quick glance at my friend's wife to see if she's getting uncomfortable, but she seems to be enjoying the show too.

Then my wife slowly slides back under the water. Over the next hour my normally reserved wife makes a point of raising her breasts above the water-line numerous times, even sitting back with her elbows up on the edge of the tub as her beautiful breasts steam and drip water. She seems completely comfortable with her boobs out although after the initial show of standing up, she is now being more casual about her nudity, not showing off exactly, but definitely not letting us forget that she is topless.

Even after three kids, my wife has a great body, and although her boobs don't stand quite as high as when we were in our twenties, they are still the most beautiful breasts in the world.

My wife's friend is not as endowed and doesn't want her boobs on display despite constant encouragement from her husband and my wife.

Shortly it becomes clear we all need more beer and my wife jumps up and says that she will make the beer run. She climbs out of the tub giving us another extended show and walks into the house making no effort to cover herself. When she gets back with beer she hands them all out before climbing back into the tub. Remember it is freezing outside and her nipples are so rock hard you could hang a heavy coat on them.

My friend is now really frustrated that his wife won't get topless and he pulls her over to him for a hug. As he hugs her, he unties her top and pulls it off of her as she protests. She tries to get it back, but he throws it into the back yard well away from the tub.

So now both girls are topless, although my wife's friend is not nearly as much of an exhibitionist as my wife, and she is only allowing the briefest of flashes of her tits.

After a while my wife, who is pretty drunk by now, says "Head-Stand!" and flips over and does a head-stand in the hot-tub.

The water is only 3 or 4 ft deep. When she completes the head-stand we all discover to our surprise that my wife has also dropped her bottoms. Her pussy is well above the water-line and very exposed. And recently completely waxed. I hold her legs up straight as long as possible. I'm not sure whether she realized her completely bare vagina was going to be on display when she did the head-stand, but it was. Bigtime. And the way she is facing she is giving my friend a full on view of her most private of private parts.

Not to be out done, my wife's friend jumps up and says she wants to do a head stand too. Remember she didn't even get topless until her husband ripped her top off, but apparently she feels differently about getting bottomless as we find out when she flips her legs up out of the water to reveal her charms. Once again I am johnny on the spot with the leg hold and make no effort to hide the fact that I am staring straight down at my wife's friend's pussy.

Then the evening took a weird turn. My wife says "beer run" and climbs out of the tub totally naked to fetch another round. As she climbs down the steps she slips on some ice that has formed from all the water splashed out of the tub and completely wipes out. She is laying on the cold ground with her legs splayed open. Her friend tries to come to her rescue jumping out of the tub (also totally naked) to help her. She wipes out too, and hits the ground hard. Later we would find out that she broke one of her fingers in the fall, but there is too much booze in the system and we are feeling no pain.

The double fall has changed the mood pretty significantly, and we all grab towels and head inside to warm up and compare bruises.

I know many of you would like to hear that we then had a big orgy or swapped wives or something like that, but in my experience "true" stories rarely end that way. This one ends like most of our stories, with each couple being very horny, going to separate rooms and fucking each others brains out.

In our case, my wife and I sometimes re-live this story late at night with me telling it to her as I fondle her breasts. Sometimes in our fantasy re-enactment we change the characters around, have different friends with us, and sometimes we do go further and the story ends in a group grope rather than contusions, abrasions and a broken finger. But that's the fantasy and it can be a lot of fun, but in many ways the truth is still the best story of all.

And I never did get my $100. I am holding on to that marker for the right night to bring it up and see what it leads to.

A dare's a dare
 

This is another true story. Because my wife and I talked about it so much afterwards, I was able to write it from her perspective.

A couple months ago my husband and I were playing a drinking game with another couple that we are good friends with. After a while we switched from drinking to dares. We mostly were doing flashing and mooning dares. We went through a spanking phase at some point and everybody had their bare ass spanked a few times.

I was pretty drunk and extremely horny and after getting spanked I leaned over to my husband and whispered in his ear, "you are in charge...I will do whatever you tell me to do"

This is my excuse to do things that I secretly want to do, but will feel too guilty about the next day unless I can rationalize that I had to do a dare...and my husband knows just how to read my mood and play along.

He knew that I had a secret desire to strip naked in front of other people, and he decided that tonight was the night. I of course didn't have any choice but to follow orders.

When my next turn came up, husband instructed me to get up on the wooden coffee table and strip down until the only thing I was wearing was jewelry. The other couple started hooting and whistling and saying that maybe that was a little too much of a dare. They were clearly giving me permission to pass on this dare.

I stared at my husband for a minute, and he just gave a look that said, "you told me I was in charge..." And I had, and I wanted to do this, but holy crap - totally naked, standing up on a table???

I stood up and said, "A dare's a dare." Which, as I said before, is my favorite excuse for doing wild things. I held out my hand, and my husband helped me up on to the table.

My heart was beating so hard that I could hear it pounding in my ears. "Is anybody going to put on some music?" I asked.

My husband brought his laptop over and fired up iTunes. The music wasn't loud enough, but at least it gave me a beat to move to. I looked down at my husband, my friend and her husband and they were all giving me big smiles. Then my friend's husband said, "take it off, take it off" and my husband joined in.

At about this moment it occurred to me that I wasn't dressed for stripping at all. I had a sweatshirt on with a t-shirt underneath. A comfortable bra, not lace, not transparent. Blue jeans, white socks and sneakers. And for the life of me I couldn't remember what panties I was wearing. They were probably at least kind of sexy, I didn't think I had worn granny panties, and I never wear thongs. Well, we will find out soon enough.

I pulled my sweatshirt up and over my head then pulled my arms out of the sleeves. I twirled it over my head a few times as my audience of three cheered and whistled. After dropping the sweatshirt to the floor, I grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and began slowly pulling it up over my stomach, when I reached the bottom of my bra I pulled it back down again, trying to be a tease. That got the boys cheering again, and a second round of, "take it off, take it off" started up in earnest.

Instead of returning to my t-shirt, I unbuttoned my jeans, slid down the zipper and peeled them open without pulling them down. This accomplished two things. First it sent my friend's husband into a craze as he all of a sudden realized that he had bills in his wallet that he needed to get rid of, and second it allowed me to discreetly check out my panties and confirm that they were decent looking, which they were.

Then I had another revelation. I had gotten a full brazilian wax a couple weeks ago, and although I was no longer totally smooth, I was completely bare down there. So I would have no coverage at all if I actually went through with this and stripped down to my birthday suit.

Despite all these discoveries I found that I was past the nervousness that I first felt, and was actually starting to enjoy myself. I could feel the power I had over the guys as I could make them chant or yell just by grabbing my boobs or shaking my ass at them. Truth be told, I was actually having fun. But then again, I was still fully dressed.

My friend's husband stepped forward with a dollar bill in his hand and looked up at me for permission. I nodded at him and he reached up and tucked the bill into the front of my panties. I know you are supposed to put them at the sides by the hip, but I still had my jeans on and this was the only space available.

I moved my attention back to my upper torso and began pulling my t-shirt up again but this time I did not stop when I reached my bra and instead pulled the shirt up and off and threw it into a corner of the room. This brought another round of cheers and a couple more dollar bills stuffed into the front of my panties by both of the guys. I made eye contact with my husband and he looked positively delirious with lust. And to be truthful, so did my friend's husband. My friend just looked at me with eyes that said, "I can't believe you are doing this."

We were getting serious now and after a few minutes of dancing and turning myself around, I started to work on getting my jeans down. I had to be careful because the jeans were fairly tight and I didn't want to lose my panties just yet. I worked each side until I was sure they would not pull my panties down and then pushed them down my legs to my knees. The cheering was louder than ever, and it truly felt like it was carrying me forward on a wave.

Then I realized that I still had my shoes on and I wouldn't be able to get my jeans off without first removing them. How could I get them off without sitting down on the table and totally breaking the groove of the strip-tease I was putting on? I couldn't even lift my legs because my jeans were now bunched around my knees. My husband must have read my mind because just then he asked if I would like some help with the shoes.

I gave him a big smile and told him that would be very helpful. He looked over at the other guy and said, "Well, two shoes and two guys, would you give me a hand with this?" He enthusiastically nodded his agreement and they stepped up close and began to untie my shoes. I stood with one hand on each of their shoulders to keep my balance and watched them untie my shoes and pull them off.

I don't know if it was the fact that I was being undressed by two guys, or the fact that their faces were only a few inches from my panties, or the fact that I was going to be completely naked in just a few minutes, but as they untied my shoes I came very close to having an orgasm without anyone touching me at all.

One after the other, they each lifted my foot and pulled off the shoe they were working on. When the shoes were off, I pushed my pants all the way to the ground and stepped out of them. Remembering how much fun the shoes had been I told the guys that if they didn't mind, I still needed to get my socks off if I was going to fulfill my dare of getting completely naked except for jewelry.

This time instead of just steadying myself with a hand on their shoulders I kind of pulled them in closer to me, closer to my panties and what was hidden just beneath. They did not resist and got their faces within a couple inches of my panties, but all to quickly my socks were off.

"Ok, this is it," I thought. I could stop right now and although I have been dancing and acting like a little sl*t up on this table, I have not revealed anything more than they could see on a beach.

But there was no way I was going to stop. A dare's a dare. I desperately wanted these clothes off of me. I wanted to be naked in front of the guys, and in a weird way I wanted to be naked in front of my friend too. I wanted them to look at all of me. I wanted them to look at my breasts. I wanted them to look at my waxed pussy. I was not totally wild about them looking at my ass, which has never been a favorite body part, but if they wanted to look at it, then I wanted them to.

I reached behind and unclipped my bra and then without fanfare I pulled down the shoulder straps and pulled it off my body letting my breasts swing free. I had moved from a slow teasing strip to wanting to be naked as quickly as possible.

With my breasts out I realized that I had total control of the room. I could have made these boys do anything I wanted just by using my boobs. I love my breasts, even though I think my areola are too big. My husband assures me that they are very normal sized, but you know how body hangups are. But now, up on the table, I had no concerns at all about my body. I just felt sexy. And very very horny.

I wanted to go way past the current dare. I wanted my husband to tell me to do other things. I wanted, well I don't know what I wanted, but I knew it was very naughty.

I pushed my panties down and then let them fall to the table. My friend screamed, "oh my god you are totally shaven!" I corrected her that I was actually waxed not shaven.

I danced around in circles a few times, proud that I had completed my dare to get completely naked except for jewelry which in this case was just my wedding ring. I was totally naked, and my elevated position on the table meant that everyone was getting a really good look at my pussy.

The other husband said, "Look at that, it looks so clean. You need to do that sometime," he said to his wife. "Do you mind if I get a closer look?" he asked.

In my head I thought, "I wouldn't mind if you grabbed a beer bottle and shoved it into me." But it wasn't up to me, and I couldn't do something like that unless it was a dare from my husband.

"You can look, but you can't touch," I said instead, secretly hoping that my husband would overrule me and give me a new dare.

Then my friend's husband got right up next to my pussy, so close that I could feel his breath, which I'm sure was not an accident. He examined me closely for probably a full minute while I stood still on the table. It got very quiet in the room.

Then my husband broke the tension by saying that was the best dare he had ever seen and that unless there were any objections, I was the winner of the game. Everyone snapped out of the trance that had overtaken us and I received a sustained round of applause for my dare.

I stepped off the table still naked and slowly walked around the room gathering up my clothes. I had no desire to get dressed again, but didn't want to leave anything behind. I grabbed my husband and gave him the deepest, wettest kiss and said, "we need a bed right now!"

We got to our room and I jumped on my husband. I was literally going wild. In between kisses, I thanked him for knowing exactly what dare to give me. He said that he wasn't sure if he had gone too far when he first made the dare, but it seemed to work out ok.

"Oh honey, it was a lot more than ok. And by the way, once I was naked I would have done ANYTHING you told me to do. And I do mean ANYTHING. That's how turned on I am right now," I informed him.

He just smiled at me and said, "Oh really?"

Stay tuned, I think I am going to have some more stories to share.

Orange Card Dare Game
 

This story is from a vacation we took with another couple. Actually the same couple from the Dare's a dare story. By this time in our relationship with the other couple it was pretty well understood that if we were playing games and drinking, we were going to end up doing dares and getting naked. But sometimes the wives would not be in the right mood and the whole thing would fall apart.

Because we had a unique opportunity on vacation, the guys weren't taking any chances and we put together an intricate game that would allow us to start slowly and progress to crazy dares. This is the story of that evening.

"Wow that's quite a dare," said my wife Marie looking at me over the orange dare card she had just picked.

"What's it say?" I asked. But the truth was a couple minutes earlier I had shuffled through the deck and put that card on the top of the deck knowing Marie's turn was next.

And it was a good one. I'll get back to it in a minute.

We were on vacation with our friends Sam and Diane. At the time we were all in our late thirties with seven kids between us. We weren't teenagers anymore but we were all in decent shape, the girls especially had managed to keep their figures and were smoking hot.

Diane and Marie had been friends since high-school, and we all got along great. Over the past few years we had vacationed together four or five times and we had begun a slow evolution from just drinking and hanging out, to playing games like strip poker and truth or dare.

I give Sam credit for getting the ball rolling on our second vacation when late in the evening, after the drinks had been flowing for hours, he suggested we set up a camera on a timer and take a group photo of all of us mooning.

In my experience, mooning is a great early dare, it's the only really equal dare for both girls and guys, its not threatening, everyone has done it, but it also cracks open a door for other nudity if the stars are aligned.

We took two great photos of all of us mooning. In one of them, my wife Marie was doing the straight-leg bend at the waist so her ass looks great and as a bonus you can see her pussy. It's from six feet away, so it's not overly graphic, but it's definitely more than a simple moon. We previewed the pictures on the digital camera and nobody commented on the beaver shot. Maybe I was seeing things.

After putting our pants back on we started playing a dice game called Mexican where you frequently lie about what dice you have and if you are caught you have to drink. We had been drinking a ton already so we decided to do a dare instead of drinking.

We had known each other for years, but up to this point that mooning picture was the first step over the line that you sometimes take with friends. And once that first step is taken you collectively either take another step forward or quickly retreat.

One of my favorite things since I was a teenager is getting naked with a group of people either through strip or dare games or just casual hot-tubing or skinny-dipping. I have great memories from high-school and college but lately Marie and I had become more adventuresome too.

As we sat around the table passing around the cup of dice it was not clear whether that mooning thing was a one shot deal or if we might go further. We were all playing pretty conservatively for the first few rolls, but a couple minutes later Diane made a ridiculous claim on her dice roll and I called BS. She had been bluffing and she looked up at me and said, "So what's my dare?"

I thought for a moment and decided to go for it.

"Flash one boob for thirty seconds," I replied hoping I hadn't gone too far.

Diane rolled here eyes in a "is that all" manner and casually pulled down one side of her tank top and released her right breast. She made no move to cover her breast, which was a nice pert b-cup, and we just resumed playing the game with one of Diane's tits completely on display.

Over the next hour or so we all just kept daring each other, mostly to show body parts or dance in silly ways. My two most vivid memories are of me giving a full-frontal dance to YMCA and my wife Marie sitting topless for ten minutes straight.

Later that night we skinny-dipped, initially with the pool lights off but eventually the guys managed to flip them on. There is nothing better than swimming at night with naked women. The flickering lights, the wet bodies, it is intoxicating. And at the end of the night when we got out of the pool to go inside we all just toweled off standing around in a circle, nobody making an effort to cover themselves up.

So we had all been naked together for a few hours. But it was surprisingly non-sexual in the sense that nobody was touching themselves or touching anybody else, the guys didn't have hard-ons. It was clearly a turn-on in an exhibitionist/voyeur sense, and we were all definitely headed for some serious fucking with our spouses but that was it.

Over the next couple years we had a number of vacations together and a few more overnight dates at one or the other's house. And frequently when we got together there was some kind of flashing game going on but it was still not directly sexual. There was an occasional suck on a boob dare or spanking but not much physical contact.

It was also kind of random, the guys rarely knew if the girls really wanted to play that evening. Most of the time we would end up with some kind of flashing, but if we started too late everyone was ready to pass out and it wasn't much fun. If you pushed too early that wasn't good either.

Over time, Sam and I realized that our wives, particularly Marie, were extremely competitive and would do things in the spirit of competition that they wouldn't do otherwise. So we started steering towards games with clear outcomes and scoring. We bought stuff online and we made up our own games.

The game we were using this particular evening was what we called "the orange card dare game." Sam had written a program to grab all the dares from a big online truth or dare website and then we added some of our own. After printing and cutting we had a stack of a hundred dares of varying levels of difficulty that we labeled 1, 5 and 10 points. Printed on orange paper.

We sat on a couch and two chairs around a wood coffee table with three stacks of orange strips of paper on the table. Sam and I were pretty familiar with the dare cards having read through and edited some of them. We hadn't loaded the deck so we didn't know what cards were coming up, but we had a really good sense of the difference between a 1, 5, and 10 point card.

True to form, my competitive wife says, "let's start with a 10 point card."

It took me a couple minutes to convince her that we didn't want to jump into the 10 point cards so fast. "I have seen some of them," I confessed. "They can be serious."

She arched an eyebrow at me and compromised by picking a 5 point card.

"Sit topless until your next turn," she read aloud. "Oh sure you just wanted to get my shirt off. You probably stacked the deck," Marie said accusingly as she pulled off her shirt and reached behind to unclasp her bra.

As long as we have been together, and it is over 24 years now, I always hold my breath when Marie unclasps her bra and lets it fall away from her breasts. It is a simply breath-taking moment for me every time. And I had recently discovered it was even more of a thrill if there was somebody else present.

Despite Marie's accusation we hadn't stacked the deck. At least not yet.

We continued to play with the 1 and 5 point cards for an hour or so. There had been flashing, streaking, mooning, lap dancing and we were all pretty drunk and stoned. We were primed.

Diane decided to bust the cherry on the 10 point cards. She lifted the top card and read it to herself. She immediately began laughing. "I have to pee in a shot glass and my partner has to drink it," she informed us.

It still kind of makes me gag, but I knew that this was a card that Sam had left in the deck so he was ok with this at some level. If nothing else I think he relished the fact that if anyone ever refused a dare after he did this he could always say, "Hey I drank pee tonight, man up and do your dare!"

So we found a shot-glass and Diane and Sam headed outside cause we didn't want to get pee on the floor and a shot glass is not a big target.

I stayed on the couch as the three of them headed for the door. "I really don't need to see that," I said to Marie as she hung back waiting for me.

"That's fine. I'll go be the witness. But they are going to do this. We need to make up some points," Marie informed me.

They all went outside. There were a number of screams and laughter.

I sat on the couch looking at the table covered with orange slips of paper and suddenly realized that it was Marie's turn next and that I was nearly 100% positive that she was going to pick a 10 point card. It was still a close game and she wouldn't want us to fall behind.

I picked up the stack of 10 point cards and started flipping through them rapidly. I was first looking to make sure that she didn't pick something crazy like pee drinking, but then I started also thinking about what would be a great dare. I was looking for something that wouldn't be too extreme and that I thought Marie would be willing to do.

And then I saw it. Oh yeah it was on the edge of reasonable, but Marie was looking and feeling good about her body, and we had just fallen behind in points and I knew that was on her mind.

I moved the card to the top of the 10 point pile and put the stack back where it was on the table just as the three of them came piling back into the room laughing and recounting the "drink a shot of pee" dare.

The deck was now stacked, and it was Marie's turn. The only question now was whether she would take the top card or cut the deck. I was sure she would go for a 10 point card.

She reached for the deck.

"Wow that's quite a dare," said my wife Marie looking at me over the orange dare card she had just picked from the top of the deck.

"What's it say?" I asked trying to keep a straight face.

"Stand on the coffee table, blindfolded and let everyone else strip you naked," she read from the card. "Then stay naked and blindfolded for an entire song. Everyone is allowed to fondle your naked body"

I was holding my breath. This was the biggest dare we had ever done. Drinking pee is a gimmick, standing on a pedestal naked and being anonymously fondled is a game changer.

Marie didn't hesitate. She stood up and asked, "Who has the blindfold?"

We tied a bandana around her head as a blindfold and then I helped her step up onto the coffee table. She stood on the table in a shirt, shorts, bra and panties and of course the blindfold.

Soon the blindfold would be the only stitch of clothing on her.

She stood there for a minute while I selected the right song for our adventure. I chose "Scarlett Begonias" by the Grateful Dead. To this day when I hear the opening notes to that song I am immediately transported back to that cabin in Wisconsin and the vision of my girl standing bravely on the table with her hands at her sides waiting for the fun to begin.

As soon as the music started playing I moved in front of Marie and unbuttoned her shirt letting it hang open just a couple inches. Then I stepped back. I could see her cleavage and her white bra. I could also see that she was breathing deeply. Still time to bail, but I didn't think she was going to.

Sam was standing off to the side and Diane was standing behind Marie as I started to slowly pull the shirt off one shoulder and then the next. The shirt pulled open completely in front revealing a conservative white bra and then caught on her arms as I pulled it down. She shook her arms slightly and the shirt dropped to the table and sat in a pool at her feet.

I silently walked around behind Marie and unhooked the back of her bra. I saw her inhale deeply as the clasp came undone and my heart was pounding in anticipation. I can only imagine what she was feeling, especially since she was blindfolded and couldn't see where any of us were or even who it was that was undressing her.

Nothing had been revealed yet, but we were getting close. Instead of appearing nervous, Marie stood strong and even did a little dance along with the music.

I motioned to Sam that I wanted his help and we each hooked a finger under a strap and slowly eased them off her shoulders. The bra just kind of hung where it was, half on half off, but not revealing her breasts yet. As I told you before, I really love the act of removing a bra, and this had to be the single most erotic thing I had ever taken part in.

Marie stood patiently, clearly going along with the instructions on the dare card that she was to be stripped by others not to undress herself. She was doing nothing to make the bra fall, although it probably would have taken nothing more than a shrug of her shoulders.

I decided to leave her bra suspended in its current position, moved around in front of her and unbuttoned and then lowered the zipper on her shorts. I motioned to Sam once again and he pulled lightly on one leg of her shorts while I did the same on the other side. A pair of blue and white striped cotton panties started to come into view.

A silent look passed between Sam and I as we slowly dragged Marie's shorts down her legs to her ankles. She lifted each foot and allowed us to remove the shorts entirely. Again we stepped back and admired my brave and beautiful wife.

Now clad only in a bra hanging by a thread and a pair of cotton panties, it was time for the unveiling. Coordinating our moves silently so Marie wouldn't know who was touching what, Sam went for her bra while I hooked my thumbs in the sides of her panties.

Ready, set, go.

We timed it perfectly and in an instant Marie went from wearing relatively modest panties and a bra that was more conservative than a bikini, to standing completely naked, her beautiful breasts on full display as well as her recent Brazilian wax. She was perfectly smooth and because she was elevated standing on the table we were getting a view of her that was much more intimate than if she had been standing on the ground.

We both stepped back to admire Marie. This was so much hotter than seeing a stripper naked in a club. This was my wife, the woman I loved more than anyone in the world. I was so turned on I feared losing consciousness since most of my blood supply had raced south.

I guessed that Marie was fighting the urge to cover her breasts or her pussy as I saw her wiggle her fingers and clench her fists a few times, but she never did try to cover up. In fact now that she was totally naked she actually shook her hips a couple times.

Way to go Marie!

We were probably half way through the song as I reached up and made first contact with her naked form. Ever so lightly I traced my fingers from her shoulders down her breasts, around the sides and then back up again grazing across her hard nipples.

Sam looked at me with eyebrows raised asking for permission to touch the goddess standing before us. I nodded and he reached out and took her right breast into his big hand and began to squeeze it gently. Marie inhaled sharply as I'm sure she could tell that this was not me alone touching her anymore. At the same time I let my fingers gently glide up her legs from her ankles until I was gently cupping both cheeks of her ass.

There could be no mistaking it now. There were definitely three different hands on body at the same time. I hoped that she was enjoying this as much as I was. Actually I hoped that she was enjoying it even more, but I wasn't sure if that was possible.

Still cupping her ass in my hands I leaned forward and breathed hot breath on her neck and breasts and then slid down and took her left nipple into my mouth and rolled it around and around with my tongue. Sam continued to work on her right side, alternating between squeezing the breast and rolling her sensitive nipple between his thumb and fingers.

I let the nipple I was worshipping pop out of my mouth and set my sights on her smoothly waxed pussy. Reaching out with a single finger extended I slid it between her legs and ever so lightly let it drag over her lips. She responded by moving her feet slightly apart allowing me easier access and also opening her up just a little bit. Now I could feel that she was quite wet and that her outer lips had become puffy. She was definitely enjoying the experience.

I suddenly realized that the song was almost over. Oh no, that just wouldn't do. I removed my hand from between her legs and moved quickly to the iPod. This experience was simply too good to let it end now. I wondered if she would object... Well only one way to find out. I reached out and pressed the button to restart the song just as it reached the final notes. I held my breath and waited for her to tear off the bandana and say, "nice try, but the dare was for one song."

But she said nothing and as the song started up again I quickly moved back into position this time behind her gently stroking her ass and reaching underneath sneaking a finger and then two inside her. She was so turned on at this point that it took only the slightest amount of pressure for my fingers to slide into her velvety wetness.

Sam was now working on both of Marie's breasts at the same time, kneading and sucking on them with abandon. He clearly had different technique than my standard repertoire and I hoped that Marie found the contrast exciting. The warmth and slickness of her pussy certainly suggested that she was having a good time.

I looked up and realized that Diane was standing about three feet away looking Marie up and down and probably keeping track of her husband's hands, but she was making no effort to join in the touching.

This whole time we had all been completely quiet. The only sound in the room was the Grateful Dead. This was part of my plan so Marie would never know who was where, what they were looking at or who was touching what part of her body. I hoped that combined with the blindfold that would make it super erotic.

I silently implored Diane to come over and at least grab Marie's ass. She rolled her eyes but dutifully moved in behind her, reached out and grabbed a cheek in each hand and gave them a good squeeze. She stepped up onto the table probably so Marie's ass wasn't right in her face and continued rubbing her butt.

With Diane working on Marie's ass, I moved back around to the front only to discover that Sam had stopped fondling her breasts and now had his hand between her legs. I couldn't tell but it looked like he had at least one finger and maybe two pushing well up inside of her. Marie is a G-spot girl far more than a clit girl, so I knew the deep penetration would be making her weak in the knees.

I reached out and lightly stroked her face, which is one of her favorite things and something that only I would know how much she enjoyed. At the same time I reached out with my other hand and gently lifted her breast from underneath, and grazed my fingers lightly along the crease where her breast joins her rib-cage, another signature move of mine that would be well recognized after 24 years of intimacy between us.

In my mind I was subtly signaling to her that although she had six different hands on her body, mine were not the ones on her ass, nor were they the ones pressing deeply inside her exploring her womanly secrets. In retrospect the signals were unnecessary, Sam is three inches taller and probably 70 lbs heavier than I am, with much larger hands. She must have known the moment his fingers slipped inside her that it wasn't me.

Diane was done grabbing Marie's ass and started to step down from the table but Sam had other plans. He really wanted to see his wife fondle Marie's breasts, and was making that clear to Diane by pointing and silently pleading.

Now it must be said that Diane is fully heterosexual, not even a little bi-curious. But she is madly in love with Sam and likes to make him happy so she climbed back up on the table behind Marie, reached around and began squeezing one of her boobs, which made Sam very happy indeed and he nodded his enthusiastic approval.

I took the opportunity to get my hands back on Marie's vagina, which was even wetter and softer than it had been before. It felt like it had been doused with baby oil, which is something that Marie and I loved to do on special occasions and always gets us off big-time.

But now the song was coming to an end, again, and I didn't think that I could get away with another re-start, though when I think back I wonder if I could have just set it on infinite repeat and continued the session for a couple hours.

When the song ended, Marie removed the blindfold and said, "Ta da. That had to be worth 10 points." We all agreed it was.

All told she had been on the table for just over eight minutes, but in that time she created the most memorable erotic experience that I could have ever imagined and one that I think about to this day six years later.

Great stories!
 

Thanks!!:p

Hot damn those are some great stories!!! And very well written to boot, thanks a lot, keep em coming!!!!

I have never played a strip game with only strangers. There were a few times at parties where there were a bunch of people and if you lost badly at beer pong or other games you would have to flash or streak, but this was in front of friends and strangers. Personally I have never been in a position to play a strip game with a group of strangers, it can be tricky to get a read of if they will go for it or not. And it seems to me if you are willing to hang out and get naked in front of somebody you just met, lots more will happen past just stripping lol. All the girls I met on vacation that might have played were more than willing to give me oral and handjobs up front, so I didn't waste time playing a game haha!

Pretty much every strip game I have played was between couples or friends where all of us have known each other for years. The majority of them mainly only went as far as nudity with no touching or sexual stuff, so that wasn't very awkward during or after, just something to laugh about and not all of these games even involved drinking. We also rarely outright started playing a strip game. Drinking games, truth or dare, setting stakes for the winners/losers of regular board games, etc., all work well because you can increase the dares/forfeits gradually to ease into the stripping. I have found people will go a lot further if the game is competitive, so try to have some kind of teams, even if it just winds up being couples vs couples or guys vs girls. People will generally push their boundaries a bit more if they have a teammate counting on them or doing the dare with them. For guys especially, do ALL of your dares because this will set an example and keep people from thinking they can just not do it. It also lets you have more authority when giving dares. I have eaten and drunk some pretty gross shit before, but it paid off later because most people will realize it's much easier to show some skin than eat a whole egg raw, shell and all or drink a mix of random ingredients from the refrigerator.

In my experience, all the games where sexual stuff ended up happening were small, with no more than 3-4 playing at the end. I think this was important for not feeling inhibited by bystanders just watching and not participating which probably would have prevented the games from progressing as far as they did even with all of us being drunk. The aftermath of those was slightly more awkward, but was blamed on the alcohol and everybody still got along later.

I can see how thinking your circle of friends wouldn't want to get naked, but if you want to try it's something to ease into over time. If your friends don't have a problem being seen in bathing suits you can work with that. Do dares that involve non sexual things and nothing that exposes anything covered by a swimsuit and you should be able to get a read on what and how far they are willing to go. Just don't be obviously excited about seeing skin and make those dares seem like more of a funny thing than an erotic thing and you should be good to go.

Ah yes, drinking Jenga is great! It is best to play early on before everyone is too drunk to successfully complete a round of turns though lol. Please share your stories, I love hearing about this stuff!

Photos and video
 

I actually have photos and video from the Orange Card Dare Game.

Maybe if I can get a few more good stories from other folks I will share them.

I have been looking for the right thread to post this story to and I think that this is it.

This story is tame compared to our other ones but here it goes.

This happed a few months after we got married so we were both just 18 years old. We had gone shopping in Bath (UK) where we bumped into an old friend who I had not seen for a couple of years we chatted for a few minuets and exchanged phone numbers he said he would come to see us as he wanted to have a look at our wedding photos. To be honest I didn't think we would hear from him at all but a few days later he phoned. We arranged to meet him i a pub and then take him back to ours for a few more drinks.

On the night Tracy as always dressed well I don't remember exactly what she had on but it would have been a skirt and a top I remember she wore stockings and suspenders (she always did when we went out) she rarely wore a bra as she had nice small but firm tits that didn't need a bra.

We met Tom (not his real name) and we had a few drinks then we went back to our flat and had a few more drinks. Tom reminded me about the wedding photos so I got them out and he had a look through them. Wee had all the normal wedding photos including the top of the stockings and garter shot Tom said he really liked to see stocking tops on a nice leg. We laughed about that and moved on. Towards the end end of the photos was a photo of Tracy after she had changed out of her wedding dress she had a full circle skirt on and was doing a spin showing her legs almost fully again Tom commented on this photo.

After looking at the wedding photos we decided to play a game of Trivial Pursuit boring I know but after the drink some of the answers we were giving were very funny. The game ended I don't think anyone won but we decided to carry on with the questions just for fun. We decided to answer the questions and if you got it wrong you had to do a challenge or a dare. It all started very tame stupid things like standing on one leg whilst balancing a cup of water on your head. The dares and challenges stayed tame for a while. We were still drinking but not heavily I would say were were merry and relaxed.

Tom asked Tracy a question and she got the answer wrong so Tom had to set the dare/challenge he dared Tracy to show him if she had tights or stockings on Tracy said OK and stood up and lifted her skirt on one side to show her stocking tops with just a hint of bare thigh. Tom said her legs looked better in real life than in the photos. Tracy lowered her skirt again and the game carried on. Tom got a question wrong that Tracy asked so she had to set the dare/challenge. Tracy challenged Tom to flash his underwear, Tom just stood up and dropped his Trousers showing he was wearing boxer shorts. Tom asked Tracy if she wanted him to cover back up so Tracy said that he should stay like that so Tom took off his trousers and sat back down. This was the start of things I got the next question wrong and was challenged to Join Tom in removing my trousers. I of course did just that Tracy was the next to get a question wrong and Tom challenged her to take her top off Tracy said that she couldn't do that as she didn't have a bra on so Tom said that he would settle for her taking off her skirt then. Tracy was a little reluctant but with a little encouragement from Tom and myself she stood up and removed her skirt. I am sure that Tracy would have had small lacy knickers on as that is all she would wear back then. Tom could not take his eyes off Tracy's knickers. Tracy sat back down keeping as covered as she could. The carried on and when ever Tracy lost Tom and I would find things for her to do that made her stand up. Tracy got her own back by getting Tom and me down to just our boxer shorts.

Tom got to ask Tracy a question that she got wrong he decided to try for the top again but he challenged her to prove that she didn't have a bra on. So Tracy stood up and turned her back on us and she carefully took her top off but kept her tits covered wit her arm and hands. She turned back round with her hands covering her tits. Tracy asked if Tom was happy now. Tom said that she had proved her point but then added that he would love to see what her hands were hiding. Tracy just said what the hell and let go of her tits as she sat back down.

Tom was obviously getting turned on by this as he crossed his legs to try and hide that he was getting hard. Tracy had noticed and decided to get him back. So the next question Tom got wrong Tracy dared him to go and get some more drinks from the fridge. Tom stood up trying to hide his arousal as he left the room but as he came back in he could not hide it. Tracy laughed at him and said it looks like your enjoying the evening. He laughed and said that he was.

The challenges continued with silly things like doing hand stands, star jumps and things like that. Both Tom and I were fully hard watching Tracy. During one set of star jumps Tom's cock found it's way partly out of his shorts Tracy jumped on the chance and said that seeing as it obviously wanted to be out the he should leave it like that. Tom looked at me and asked what I thought I said it was up to him. Tom then said that if that was the case he might as well just be naked. Tracy said I dare you both. With that both Tom and me took off our shorts.

So both Tom and I were stark naked and fully erect the challenges carried on I think Tracy was enjoying watching mine and Toms bits jumping about and we were enjoying watching Tracy's tits bounce. I guess this carried on for about half an hour or so then Tom said that he didn't think it was very fair that both him and me were naked and Tracy still had her knickers and stockings on. Tracy said she would only take one more thing off and Tom had to choose. It was a no brainer he asked her to take off her knickers. So Tracy took them off much to Tom's joy Tracy sat down and was not being to careful with what she was showing. I think it was about 2am when Tom said he would have to go soon. I said that he could stay the night and offered him the sofa to sleep on. He agreed and Tracy said that she would get the bedding. I thought that she would come back in a dressing gown but was pleased to see that she was still in just her Stockings and suspenders. Tracy made up the sofa both Tom and I watched closely as she bent over. At one point Tracy's arse was pointing towards Tom and me we could see her pussy lips clearly and he said that he would love to slid his cock in there and told me how lucky I was. Tracy turned around and laughed at Tom saying that there would be none of that.

Tracy then walked over to Tom sat on the floor in front of him and wrapped her hand around his cock and started to wank him off. Tracy looked at me and said I couldn't leave him like this. Tracy carried on wanking Tom until he said he was going to cum Tracy aimed his cock on to her its and let him cum over her tits she then rubbed the cum in gave Tome a quick kiss and we went to bed. And yes she went to bed with Tom's cum still wet on her tits she knew that this would turn me on. And she was right.

Your story . . .
 

What a fantastic story, I quite envy you . . .

Strip Poker
 

Thanks Jacksonhole for starting this thread..love your rules especially re female wingman. My first time playing was with neighborhood friends in the summer.This woulda been in the late 1970s. We usually hung out at my friend
kevins house as his parents worked so we could takeover the house.Being teenage boys we were always scheming how to score a naked girl but we hadnt had any success.Rick was tight friends with one of the girls Karen and the two of them had concocted this I found out later.Karen was the lead girl of the group so to speak.So this day we were hanging out at Kevins and it was a rainy day so we were playing cards.After a few hours Karen said it was boring with nothing to play for and Rick quickly brought up strip poker.A few of the girls were saying I dont know..maybe not a good idea and Karen jumped in and said we should do it and it would be fun.2 of the girls fell in line and said well ok one of them Kim wanted to watch but not play.That didnt fly and Karen said if she didnt play she had to leave so peer pressure won out and she reluctantly went along with it.There were 3 guys and 4 girls age range 13 to 15.
I was excited but nervous..probably we all were.We played setting on the floor.5 card draw one loser per hand.We discussed the rules and it was agreed to play until at least one boy and one girl was naked and we were sworn to secrecy and that you couldnt chicken out etc.At the end of game loser stay naked for 5 minutes and cant coverup.The game went slowly and people were down a few items.Finally after 30 minutes or so it was getting good.1 girl Cindy was down to bra and panties Karen was still dressed (she had worn more clothes) Kristen was in jeans and bra as was Kim.Kevin was down to his underwear me and Rick were still ok.Then Kim lost.She didnt want to take her pants off but Karen quickly told her she couldnt chicken out so she took her pants off.A few hands later with boys losing I was down to underwear and Rick was down to jeans and underwear.I was really scared but the next hand Cindy lost and nervously removed her bra.I thought I was in heaven the first tits I had seen.The next hand Kevin lost and stood up as the girls giggled.He stood there fidgeting and Cindy said cmon get em off you lost and Kristen said yeah take it off.He pulled his underwear down and there were a few giggles but mostly wide eyed girls with mouths open then smiles.I was scared the next few hands but didnt lose.Kim lost again and very sheepishly took off her bra.Her breasts were small but she had hard nipples.She was very red.A few hands later Cindy lost and slowly stood up.she had small white panties and it seemed to take forever to get them off.That was my fist naked girl.She had a huge bush and it was awesome.The rest of us dressed leaving Kevin and cindy naked for 5 minutes it was great for all of us except those 2.It was a great experience unfortunately no sex or hookups came out of it.Would love to hear more youth experiences...

Strip poker with wife's best friend
 

My previous story about the hot tub wager happened a bunch of years ago, and lucky for me I had two repeat opportunities in the last year. Both times, my wife's best friend since they were in grade school was at our house for the evening. She has since gotten divorced from the husband who I made the hot-tub wager with, and in her mid-40's is now back to the dating scene. Every couple of months she and my wife get together for a girls night.

I usually leave them alone for a few hours so they can do their girl talk and catch up, and then later in the evening I join them for some drinking and maybe cards. My wife knows that as a general rule I will try to shift things to a stripping game at some point, and most of the time she rolls her eyes or even specifically discourages me from steering things in that direction. But every once in a while, I sense an opportunity to go there. The signal I have learned to pick up on is whether the girls ask me to make shots for them. If they do, there is a pretty good chance that the evening will get interesting.

Story 1:

About a year ago, we had one of those opportunities and we started playing a card game and the girls asked me to make some shots. I did so, and we all drank together. Apparently the concoction I created was especially tasty and so they asked me to make another round, which I happily did. After an evening of drinking and a couple shots I suggested that we make the game more interesting, and to my surprise they were both up for it.

There was a lot of joking about the hot-tub incident, and my wife's friend kept insisting that she never does things like this, but she kept playing anyway. Over the next hour we played slowly, see my rules in the first post, the key is to move slow, not put pressure on people and just keep playing. By this time we were all in our underwear and somebody was going to be showing skin after the next hand.

Realizing that either one of them was going to be topless in a couple minutes, or they were going to be looking at my junk, the wife's friend said we should probably do another shot. So I got up and made another round of shots. We all said "cheers" and downed the shots and then sat back down to resume the game. I was in heaven. This is the ENF scenario that I love more than any other. Made even better by the fact that it was just three of us, no dude for me to worry about saying something to kill the mood, and no dude's junk flopping around.

And we were right there, the mood is just right, we are all buzzed, we've been playing for a while, all that's left are 2 bras, 2 panties, 1 set of boxers... I was even really pleased with my boner control. I had a nice semi, which is important because I'm a grower not a shower, and is also important because a semi makes the girls feel appreciated, but a raging hard on makes you look like you want to fuck somebody which usually screws up the mood. So like I said, this is about the most perfect turn of events I could imagine.

We sit back down to play and as I'm looking at my cards I see my wife's friend, who is sitting across from me, stand up suddenly. For a split second I thought she was going to say "my cards suck," and defiantly take off her panties (she likes her ass/pussy more than her boobs). Instead, her hands fly up too her face, she doubles over and pukes right on the living room floor. Which kind of killed the mood.

My wife and I struggled not to sympathy puke, as we grabbed a garbage can and some towels. I won't do a play by play on the rest of the evening for obvious reasons, but the upside was that the puking had made both the girls completely forget that they were in their underwear and they stayed that way for another ten minutes. Plus we had been playing with the lights out, most of the light was coming from the fireplace, but as soon as the puking began my wife flipped on all the lights to help her clean up. Now if you can forget for a minute that there is puke on the living room floor and a friend is dry heaving into a garbage can, you can enjoy about ten minutes of two MILFs in bra and panties, with all the lights on, and they are totally focused on other things, so there are nip slips and crotch shots constantly. I was about 50% trying to help clean up, and 50% enjoying the show.

But mostly I just couldn't believe that the evening had changed so quickly and so completely. The only other time I had experienced such a crazy change in the evening was in the hot tub (see my first story) - which just happened to be with the same group of people. Maybe we are cursed not to party naked together.

Next time with wife's friend
 

Story 2:

Same cast as the previous story. Probably around 10 months later (just a couple months ago.)

Same set up too. Wife's best friend is coming over, and is planning on spending the night.

This is my wife's longest friendship, and since my wife and I have been together for 25 years she has been a friend of mine for 25 years too. She has recently been through a tough divorce and really needed to talk with my wife. I have learned that in a situation like this, the best thing is to let the girls have their time and they will tell you when they need to change gears. Until then, stay the fuck away, make dinner for the kids, etc.

They have some drinks as they catch up, and probably talk for 3 hours. At some point my wife asks me to join them. Since they got all the girl-catch-up stuff covered in their private discussion, once I join them it is the signal that the depressing stuff is over, let's party!

Right away my wife's friend starts making jokes about the time that she puked, and I say it was my fault for making the shots too strong. She jokes that the strong shots are probably why she was playing strip poker since she never does that kind of thing. We are all joking and drinking and my wife suggests we play cards.

This triggers another round of jokes about the last time we played cards. And the vibe is good in the sense that we are talking about the fact that a year ago we were all sitting in our underwear about to go further, and nobody is saying "I'm never going to do that again" but it doesn't quite have that feel of momentum yet.

For me this is crazy deja vu, the same three people are sitting in front of the same fireplace, joking about the last time we almost got naked together. My wife is looking for a full deck of cards when I pulled out the iPad and said let's just play a game on this. No shuffling, no dealing... We settle on a dice game called Farkle which you can either play against the computer or with as many human players as you want. I learned the game as Greedy and have played it for years. The iPad version is great because it keeps score for you.

This turned out to be a fantastic game choice. You see, Farkle is a game my wife and I play all the time together. And when we are frisky, after the kids go to bed, sometimes we play a version where you have to strip any time you bust your dice roll. It is perfect as a stripping game because you can control your risk level, and it is slow moving. You can go many rolls without anyone busting and having to strip. But you are at risk of losing every time you roll.

The girls had been drinking for hours and they had a good buzz going, and Farkle is pretty fast moving, and we were all having a blast. So when we finished the first game I suggested we play again, and out of the blue my wife looked at her friend and said, "This isn't the way we usually play. The best way to play is when you bust, you have to strip. That's the way we usually play."

Now I want you to know that my wife is my wingman, and has been a participant in most (but not all) of the strip games I have played in the past 25 years, but NEVER has she been the instigator in a game other than when it was just the two of us, or one other couple (read the Orange Card Dare Game story) who we frequently play strip games with. She generally goes along, with support ranging from reluctant to willing to resigned because she lost a bet, and even boisterous if the game is silly and nudity is incidental. She will also cock-block a game if she's not in the mood or absolutely doesn't want to be naked with someone for whatever reason.

So I don’t think my wife was actually suggesting that we play a strip game, that’s not really her style. I think she was more just relating a racy little secret to her best friend. So I was surprised when her friend replied, "Ok, let's play that way."

So we start playing the dice game, and remarkably we all have great dice. We get through an entire game with only one bust and it was my wife who promptly pushed her sweat pants to the floor saying that she was keeping her socks on because she doesn't want her feet to get cold. So now she has both started the strip rules, and been the first to casually reveal her underwear. I have a good feeling about the way things are developing.

We start another game and I roll a straight on my first roll. My wife immediately says, "Let’s make a rule that if you roll a straight you have to kiss the person to your left." (I think she got to make a rule for winning the last game.) So I lean over and give her a kiss. On the next roll, my wife rolls a straight and has to kiss her friend. They do a quick peck and get back to the game. Friend rolls, I roll, wife rolls another straight. Kisses her friend again. Still pretty tame. The girls request that I make some shots. We all joke about not making them too strong because we don’t want anybody to end up puking...

After drinking the shots we started playing again and immediately we all started getting bad dice. I was playing aggressively, taking risky rolls because I have found that in strip games, nudity is contagious. So in the next few minutes I lost my shirt and pants and was now sitting in just my boxers.

Then my wife busted and took off her shirt leaving her with bra, panties and socks. Her friend also busted and took off her shirt so she is wearing bra, jeans and panties. Both girls are opting to leave their socks on to keep their feet warm even as they take off revealing items. All of this adds up to a strip game that is going in exactly the right direction.

I busted again and decided to set a precedent by standing up and making a show of removing my boxers hoping that when the time came for the girls to remove underwear they would also make it a show.

The girls applauded my nakedness and asked me to make another round of shots. They said they liked the idea of a naked bartender, and I was happy to comply, mostly because I didn’t want the game to end because one of us had gotten naked.

They were both sitting down when I returned with the shots and I walked over to them with my semi-hard dick right at their eye level as I handed them their shots. We all drank our shots and quickly returned to the game.

In the next round both of the girls busted and my wife removed her bra and her friend removed her jeans. At this point I was pretty sure that I was finally going to get to see her friend naked that evening, as long as she didn’t start puking again suddenly.

On the next roll my wife got a straight (again) and had to kiss her friend. This time I complained when it was just a peck-kiss, and so they tried again with a little more energy, but still not really making out. It was still super-hot because my wife was topless and her friend was just in her skimpy bra and panties.

On her next roll, my wife’s friend busted again. She shook her head and said, “I can’t believe I am doing this. You guys are the only people in the world that I would do this with.” I mentioned in an earlier story that she is self-conscious of her boobs because she thinks they are too small, so it really is a great ENF moment as she reaches behind her back to unclasp the bra and take it off.

After she removed her bra you could see her struggling with what to do. She instinctively crossed her arms in front of her, but then after a couple seconds of internal debate made a point of putting her arms at her sides and letting her boobs be fully on display.

When I saw this I decided to be supportive of her and see if it would relax her a bit. I made a point of looking at her breasts and then said, “I know you are not happy with your boobs, but I have to tell you as a guy that they are fantastic. I’m not just saying that. They really are very nice looking and very sexy and perfectly proportioned to your body.”

I wasn’t sure how my wife was going to react to me openly commenting on her friend’s breasts, but after I finished with my compliments she came over and gave me a big hug and said what a great thing that was for me to say. Her friend thanked me too. And from that point on she never made any effort to cover herself, and in fact sat up straight and put her boobs on full display.

On the next roll my wife busted again and she stood up, stepped out of her panties, and did a little dance. She hasn’t been shaving or waxing in recent years and she was sporting a pretty thick bush. I wondered what her friend does with her pubic hair, and was confident I would find out soon.

Now two of us were naked and her friend was down to just her panties. Wife’s friend was next to roll, and she busted. She stood up, hooked her thumbs on the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down. I was thrilled to see that she was totally shaven or waxed and had a very nice looking pussy.

So now we were all naked but nobody was making any move to end the game. We didn’t have anything left to lose when we busted, but there was still the kissing rule if you rolled a straight. So we played for another 20 minutes or so and I was beginning to wonder if this was going to transition to a MFF threesome.

It was so awesome to be hanging out with these hot MILFs completely naked. Nobody was covering up, people got up and walked into the kitchen if they needed a refill or to go to the bathroom.

But by now the shots were really catching up with my wife. She was starting to slur her words and was unsteady on her feet. At one point she almost fell over getting up to kiss her friend after she rolled yet another straight. Her friend started to get worried about my wife and said that we should probably get her to bed. So we walked around gathering up our clothes, shared a big naked group hug, and then I took my wife upstairs and put her in bed.

Still naked, I went back downstairs to make sure our friend was set up with pillow, blanket etc for sleeping. When I got downstairs I found that her friend had put on a very thin pajama top but was still walking around bottomless, which I think is really hot.

There was no sexual tension, we weren’t flirting or anything, and I was certain that nothing was going to happen, but we sat around for 15 minutes finishing our drinks and talking about normal life stuff like her job, my job etc. Neither of us made any comment about the nudity, but neither did we put any clothes back on.

After we finished our drinks I said it was time for me to go to bed. We hugged and then she climbed onto the couch and I headed upstairs.

It took a few years and a couple aborted attempts, but I finally got to see her fully naked for an extended period of time and I have to say it was well worth the wait!

Damn! Why haven't I ever thought of playing strip Farkle with the ipad? That's brilliant!

I have a story related to your puking story:

My wife and I were hanging out with one of her friends and we had been drinking and playing strip Jenga. Basically whoever knocked the tower over lost an article of clothing. We also had a rule that you could use two hands to remove a block but you would have to take a shot/drink. I had been doing pretty good at the game so I still had on shorts and boxers but my wife was down to just her thong and her friend was bottomless with only a tshirt.

Earlier in the evening I had gone into the kitchen to get something to eat and saw these little deli sandwiches sitting out on the counter. Being drunk it didn't occur to me to ask how long they had been sitting out. Anyway, apparently they had sat out a little too long because my stomach started twisting up in knots. So on my last turn, I used two hands on a block and the girls had me do a shot of tequila. Not quality tequila... Like less than $10 for a fifth. It hit my stomach and not 20 seconds later I'm puking my guts up.

Basically I end up laying on the floor feeling like shit while my wife and her friend run around trying to clean up and help me. But they didn't put on any clothing. So my wife is running around topless in a thong and her friend is running around in just a tshirt that doesn't quite cover her ass. From my vantage point on the floor I had a clear view up her shirt to see her lovely pussy and landing strip. Her and my wife ended up helping me up onto the couch to lay down and the whole time her pussy was mere inches from my eye level. I wish I had felt better to fully appreciate the view but I can still remember it well!

jacksonhole I think the lesson to be learned with trying to get your wifes best friend naked was if at first you dont succeed try try again!! Please post the stories of your early strip game experiences.,,Would love to hear those..

Wolf that is a great Avatar pic!

Got it from here!

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/show...=146993&page=2

That pic is well worth the price of admission! :D

A pac ket of those temporary tattoos can lead to all sorts of things!

Just my Luck!
 

I mentioned here on another thread recently that my favorite American football team is the New England Patriots. My wife's is the Denver Broncos. As luck would have it, those two teams won the right to play in the AFC championship game, the winner to meet the NFC champions in the Superbowl on February 2nd. Well, my wife insisted that her team would win and she was so sure that she allowed me to make a wager with her! I told her that my bet was, if my team won and moved on to the Superbowl, she would have to be my slave for all of Superbowl Sunday and that I was planning a small get together with a few of my friends envited over to watch the game. She would be required to wait on us, hand and foot, and serve us snacks and drinks, all while wearing a sexy french maid costume of my choosing! She was so sure her team would win, that she agreed!

Unfortunately, her prediction was right! Her team won, dammit! Now I have no idea what she has in store for me because I lost the bet, but I can't stop thinking about what would have happened if my team had won... Oh, the possibilities! I think that it sure would have been one hell of an afterparty!

Well, like most disappointed fans of losing teams everywhere are fond of saying, "There's always next year!" ;)

In my college days we used to play strip poker often. Me and a few other guys had a house like a block from the college. Because it was so close to the campus, it was within easy walking distance, it became the hang out spot for friends that lived in the dorms. It was a chance for them to get out of those really small dorm rooms, into a real house for a few hours, and to be able to let go for a bit.

We would play cards often, usually penny ante poker, with booze to go along with it of course. Then one night someone hit on the idea of playing strip poker. I'm sure the idea was partly fueled by alcohol and someone finding one of the girls there hot, and wanting to see her naked. After that night it became a regular occurrence. Sometimes once a week, sometimes once every two or three weeks. It was always easy for the guys to win. Sometimes one of us would lose. But it really wasn't losing because it meant one of the girls got to see us naked. 90% of the time though it was the girls that ended up partially or totally naked. Girls usually don't play poker, get them a little drunk, and what skill they do have disappears.

What we did differently was to not give them their clothes back. After all, as we would tell them, if you play poker and make a five dollar bet and lose, then it's my five dollars. So we now owned their clothes. If they wanted them back they had to either buy them back, or do something to earn them back. Since we were all broke college kids, none of them had the money to buy them back. This was back in the mid 80's, before anybody had a cell phone, so they couldn't call for a friend to bring them clothes. It left them a choice of walking back to their dorm rooms naked, or doing what we wanted. Most of the girls played along. But some wouldn't no matter what. We would end up giving them their clothes back, and not inviting them over again. We always pushed the girls to do as much as we could get out of them. We might only get a blow job out of them. Some, most in reality, would actually give up some pussy. We were college kids after all. Didn't matter if you were male or female, any excuse to get drunk and have sex.

I did get to see a few girls naked that I had wanted to. Got to get some from a few I had always wanted. A few of the girls figured out our game, but still went along. They would invite some of their unsuspecting friends over, to add some new pussy to the mix. Those were the days.

Add a "YES" to your totals from my wife. That's my wife's favorite! She loves to watch me pull one off until I cum on her face! She can be a dirty girl!

Chalk up a yes for my wife too... And of our female friends I know at least half have received at least one facial in their lives so that pretty much matches your results.:D

More strip poker
 

Thought I would post another experience to hopefully rekindle interest in a great thread..This was my second time playing strip poker.We were out of school at Christmas and some of us in the neighborhood were at a friends house with their parents at work.always the plan find house with no parents.It was me my friend Richard and Karen(from my first time playing) Leslie and her younger cousin Jennifer who was visiting from out of state.We had been hanging out watching tv and decided to play games which led to cards and Richard brought up strip poker.Karen quickly jumped at the idea and Leslie was talked into it.Jennifer was looking sheepish and not sure until Leslie said she was too young to play anyway.We were all 15/16 Jennifer was 14. Something about being the youngest and being told you are to young did the trick ..like a challenge.. and she said she was not to young and wanted to play.Leslie said ok but you cant chicken out.
Leslie and Jennifer didn't really know how to play poker so we gave a brief explanation of rules and played a few practice hands.We played setting on the floor one loser per hand and the rule being play until at least one boy and one girl were naked so that everyone could see the opposite sex naked. The game took a long time to play and finally after about 30 minutes it was getting pretty exciting.Richard was down to underwear and I still had my pants on.Karen was winning and still had alot on.Leslie was down to bra and panties and was nervous.Jennifer was in pants and bra.Leslie lost the next hand and when we showed our cards and she saw that she lost its like the color pretty much left her face.She said she was gonna quit and everyone was saying no you have to go thru with it and it was funny when Jennifer said yeah you cant chicken out!!! Leslie was mad and embarrassed so an extra red face and she took her bra off and it was great .It was fun to see her boobs and I loved the embarrassed aspect too.She was very embarrassed and was trying to keep covered as much as possible.Her boobs were small but at that age for us guys it was a topless girl!! Jennifer lost the next hand and she stood up and slowly took her pants off while looking down at the floor the whole time.She had on a small pair of white cotton panties and we saw some pussy hair when her pants snagged her panties while she was taking them off.A few hands later and I lost my pants.Now there was three people down to their last piece and the tension was high.It was funny thinking back on it how everyones eyes scanned the cards as everyone showed their hands to see who lost and hoping it wasn't them.The next hand Jennifer lost and there were a few heckles and comments then it got quiet when she reached around to take her bra off.Even though she was the youngest girl she had the best set of boobs by far..the were super nice.I maybe got too caught up in the show and lost next.The girls wer really happy when they saw I had lost.Probably a combination of getting to see a naked guy and big relief that they didn't lose the hand.I remember having a knot in my stomach and standing there looking at everyone looking at me and girls saying cmon take them off.Once I took my underwear down it was some giggles and snickers and Jennifer just staring with big eyes.I was excited but not because I lost it was because of topless girls and quickly sat down.Karen lost next but was still mostly dressed.Then Leslie lost and she quit!! She refused to take her panties off and even though everyone was giving her hell she got dressed.Sorry for the anti climactic ending but its a true story so I left the ending as it was.A few weeks later Karen told me the girls had talked afterwards and That I was the first boy Jennifer had ever seen naked.Looking back at it I find that to be a thrill although at the time I wasn't thinking that!! If anyone else ha any experiences please share them!!

Strip bocce
 

I posted this true story in a different thread a couple months ago, but it is really a perfect fit for this thread. My apologies if that is a problem.

Since I was a teenager I have always loved stripping games and over the years have gotten pretty good at transitioning just about any game into a stripping game.

The participants of this game were me and my wife's youngest sister who was 18 at the time. We were at a family reunion of my wife's family which was held in a forest preserve near her parent's house. There were probably a hundred people there, many of whom I had never met before. So for most of the party my wife and I hung out with her sisters and their cousins and we were all drinking a lot of beer. We had brought our bocce set because that is a great game to play while drinking outdoors.

After about 4 hours the party started to break up. My MIL announced that everyone was welcome back at their house to continue the party and everyone who wasn't already leaving started packing up their coolers. My SIL and I were in the middle of a heated game of bocce, and she announced that she wasn't leaving until we finished the game. My wife said that she was going to go back with her parents and that I should bring her sister home as soon as we finished the game.

SIL and I are both good at bocce and are both very competitive so the game went on for a while, but I eventually managed to win. She immediately demanded a rematch, claiming that she would have beaten me except for one bad bounce. I joked that if she wanted a rematch she was going to have to up the ante and give me a reason to play. She surprised me by saying, "How about we play strip bocce?" I asked her if she was serious and she said that she wasn't worried because she was going to destroy me in the rematch.

We both looked around and realized that the forest preserve was completely empty. It was a huge open area, probably the size of 2-3 football fields, but there was nobody else in sight. On the other hand, it was a public park and somebody could show up at any minute without warning. Despite the danger, I was very excited at the prospect of seeing my wife's 18 year old sister naked. She was totally hot and had a great body, although smaller boobs than my wife. I asked her again if she really wanted to do this, and she told me to get ready to be naked because she was going to literally beat the pants off me.

We started playing and true to her promise she quickly began to run up a score. I lost my shoes, socks, shirt and shorts and she had not lost a single item of clothing. She was dancing around laughing and teasing me that she only needed to win one more point and then I would be totally naked. And then the game turned in my favor.

I won the next toss and she kicked off her flip flops and said I had gotten lucky. Then I won the next toss and she pulled off her t-shirt. We both looked around to see if we had any company, but didn't see anyone. The truth was that her bra looked just like a bikini top, and it was a hot afternoon, so we really didn't look out of place.

I also won the next toss. At this point she asked if I had been hustling her and letting her get a head start, but the truth was that I had been trying to win right from the start. She hemmed and hawed for a minute and I didn't push her, I just gathered up the bocce balls and waited to start the next round. She looked around again, and then said, "Oh what the hell, I'm still going to beat you." And with that she pushed her shorts to the ground.

Now as anyone who has played stripping games knows, there is a rhythm, a momentum to the game. It can be looking good and then all of a sudden somebody gets cold feet and the game is over. I wasn't sure how this was going to play out, but I was sure not going to push things and potentially get myself into big trouble with her family. I asked her if she wanted to quit, and she said, "No way! I still only need one point to win."

The next toss was extremely close and I won by maybe an inch. She said, "You have got to be fucking kidding me!" But this time she didn't even pause or look around, she just reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders and tossed the bra onto the grass.

I should mention that there wasn't a bocce court at the park, and each toss we would just throw out the ballina and play wherever it landed. So through the course of the game we had played and stripped in a number of different locations and there were clothes, both hers and mine, littered all over the park. There could be no quick cover up, or quick dressing if someone showed up we were going to have to run all over the place finding and putting our clothes back on.

My SIL looked fucking fantastic playing in just her skimpy panties. She made no effort to cover her boobs which were beautiful, with small dark nipples that were noticeably erect. I want to stress that there was nothing sexual about the situation at all. We weren't flirting with each other, there was no sexual tension other than the fact that she was topless and appeared aroused. I had a nice semi going, but was not overtly sporting wood.

She informed me that my luck had run out and that it was time for me to get naked as we started the last round. We weren't keeping score, only stripping, so since we were both down to a single item, this was clearly the last point.

I took my time throwing as I was truly enjoying the site of her young boobs bouncing around as she made her throws. We were standing right next to each other, so it was quite easy for me to sneak glances at her tits and ass, and she was very focused on the game and again made no effort to hide herself. She was however starting say things like, "I can't believe I am topless in front of my brother-in-law in a public park."

Contrary to her prediction, my luck did hold out and I handily won the final point. She walked away from where we were standing and over to the ballina to make sure that I had really won. She stood there staring at the balls on the ground and then looked up at me shaking her head. "I guess you won," she said, and then without another word she pushed her panties to the ground.

She stood there naked and then held her arms out and said, "Ta da, now you've seen me naked!"

Because she was clearly posing for me, I took my time and really stared at her naked body. She had a light bush, but it looked like she might shave her lips because although there was bush up top, it seemed to be very bare lower down. The thing I remember to this day is that her pussy was bright red and looked puffy.

I made a twirling motion with my finger and she obliged by turning around and showing me her ass.

Then she suggested another rematch. I was intrigued by this, but was becoming worried that we had been gone for too long and her parent's house was only 5 minutes away if someone decided to come looking for us. So I said I thought we should get back. She told me that she didn't want to be the only one naked, and that she still wanted to beat the pants off me.

So without giving it another thought, I pushed my boxers to the ground and stood in front of her naked. She twirled her finger at me like I had to her, and I turned around and showed her my hairy ass. She clapped and said, "Ok, one last throw. But instead of strip bocce its just naked bocce."

So we played one more throw, totally naked, on a bright sunny day in the late afternoon in a public park. Now that she was naked I was getting a good look at her pussy every time she bent over to pick up a ball, and she still made no effort to cover up.

I let her win that throw and then we scrambled around the park finding our clothes and getting dressed again. We drove back to her parent's house and my wife asked me who won. I said I did, and there was no more discussion about it at all.

The next year we threw a 4th of July party, and late in the evening SIL came up to me and suggested that we play bocce with a friend of hers and one of my buddies.

Yes, we ended up playing strip bocce and all four of us got totally naked on a side street while the party was going on just over the fence. Everybody thought it was funny that we decided to play strip bocce, and we all blamed it on the alcohol, but we never let on that it wasn't the first time we had played.

And yes, over the years I have managed to get SIL, wife and a number of other friends to play strip bocce a number of times in a number of places. What a great game!

Mardis Gras Bead contest - the pre-game
 

This true story took place about 12 years ago when me, my wife and her sister went to St. Louis to visit their brother and his wife over the weekend that they hold the Mardis Gras celebration in the Soulard district. My wife and I were excited to be away from the kids and were planning to party like we were back in college.

We had three kids by this point, and my wife Mary was carrying a couple more pounds than she would like, but a lot of it was in her boobs, which looked awesome and were a full D-cup.

My wife's sister Amy was generally the straight one of the group ever since she was young, but when she got a few drinks in her would sometimes get a little crazy. She was slim and had smallish boobs, probably a small B-cup, and she commented on them all the time. She called them, "the girls"

My brother-in-law Matt is a decent guy, and his wife Sarah was the youngest of our group at maybe 25. She was very fun and outgoing, with a decent body, but a little heavy in the hips and ass.

As soon as we got to their house, we started drinking and playing pool in their basement. After a couple hours we all had a good buzz going and I started steering the conversation around to the next day and the Mardis Gras celebration. Did the girls understand what earning beads was all about, and what they would be seeing and doing tomorrow?

This was a long time ago, and while anyone who had been to Mardis Gras knew about “show us your tits” it was not yet universally understood that if you saw a girl with a bunch of beads around her neck that meant that she had shown her tits to tons of strangers. The girls seemed to regard it as a “wives tale” that there would be tons of girls flashing their boobs for beads.

I assured them that flashing was central to the Mardis Gras experience, and that earning tons of beads was part of it. As always, I was trying to steer things in a direction that leads to nudity!

Matt pulled me aside and said that this was no-win for him. He already knew what his wife’s boobs looked like, and he didn’t really want to see either of his sister’s tits. I reasoned with him that flashing is contagious and the best chance we had to see lots of other girls flashing was if the girls we were with were flashing too. He accepted my explanation and let me take lead.

After a few more drinks, I asked if the girls were going to get into the spirit and bring home some beads tomorrow. We were all pretty buzzed at this point and the girls replied that they would go with the flow, and if it were really true that everyone was flashing they would probably do it too.

They all claimed that they had never flashed before, so I decided to push my luck and said that if they were going to be flashing a bunch of strangers tomorrow, they should probably practice a bit tonight and get over the embarrassment of doing it. I held my breath for a moment knowing that there was a decent chance that I had crossed the perv line and was going to get punched in the arm by my wife. To my surprise, Sarah seemed to think that I had made a great point and said, “All right here goes nothing..” and she pulled her shirt up to her chin revealing a nice lace bra.

Her husband Matt immediately objected and told her that she wouldn’t get any beads for showing her bra. She argued that it still counted as flashing, but Matt and I insisted that was not the case.

“You have to do it like this,” my wife said and she pulled her shirt and bra up together revealing her large breasts to the room. And in an instant my weekend got a whole lot better.

Sarah put her drink down and lifted her shirt and this time her bra too revealing a beautiful pair of tits with very hard nipples. Her whole face lit up as she held her shirt up for a good 20 seconds.

“Or you could do it like this,” Amy said. She was wearing a tank top and she slipped the straps off her shoulders and pulled her shirt down to reveal her smaller boobs.

For the next few minutes I was in voyeur heaven as the three women all practiced different ways of exposing their tits. They were all laughing as they experimented with different approaches to pulling their shirts up or down, and seemed to have lost any embarrassment at showing their naked breasts.

They weren’t posing together or doing side-by-side comparisons, but they were all definitely checking out each other’s boobs. And I was going out of my way to be very complimentary, telling them that they all looked fantastic and that they were going to earn a lot of beads tomorrow.

Matt was conflicted. He liked tits as much as any straight guy, and was clearly excited about Mardis Gras, but he was also uncomfortable seeing his sisters topless. I just hoped that he wouldn’t say something stupid and break the momentum that we had going for us.

After about ten minutes of them practicing flashing, Amy said that she didn’t think her small boobs were going to get any attention, especially compared to her sister’s much larger breasts. I assured her that guys like boobs in all shapes and sizes and that she would earn plenty of beads. She asked if anybody flashed anything other than boobs at Mardis Gras, and I asked her what she was thinking.

“Well I could do something like this,” she said and she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed her panties down in front to reveal a full and unruly bush of pubic hair. She grabbed a handful of her pubes and said that she probably needed to trim the garden a bit.

This was too much for Matt, and he loudly protested that he didn’t want to see that, and Amy quickly buttoned her pants back up. I was bummed at his comment because the way things were going I think there is a good chance that we could have had all the girls flashing their pussies in no time, but I did understand how he felt. I have a couple sisters, and as much as I like to look at naked women, I don’t think I really want to see my sisters naked.

I decided it was time to turn my attention to the next day. As I have explained in other posts, my wife responds to challenges, dares and games and is very competitive. So I proposed a contest to see who could bring home the most beads. No rules, they could do whatever they wanted to get the beads as long as they “earned” them. I declared that the winner would get $200 and I took the cash out of my wallet and laid it on the pool table.

As I hoped, this got my wife’s competitive spirit going strong and she, Sarah and Amy all began joking about how they were going to spend the $200 when they won.

Bumping a good thread:p

Now that the thread is active again...
 

Jacksonhole: how did Mardi Gras turn out? Who won the contest?

Any one else have mardi gras stories?

Any one else have mardi gras stories?


This is off topics a little. I worked for a New Orleans based company, every year they rented a balcony on Bourbon St for Mardi Gras and invited the top execs and clients. I always got to go, it was a lot of fun, they supplied us with the beads and the crowd supplied us with copious boob flashing. I was standing on the balcony with a client and his wife, she was an attractive MILF, she was a bit over dressed in a wool skirt, silk blouse, pearls. They were having fun handing out beads to the flashers when she crown started yelling at her "SHOW YOUR TITS", I could not believe it when she pulled up her blouse and bra and gave the crowd what they wanted, lots of cheers and camera flashes. She repeated it several times that night.

Fess-up, or Drink, Strip and Dare
 

This is a game I saw on OCC, but I have modified it somewhat. We have played it, and it is fun and almost all end up naked by the end of the game.


Fess-up, or Drink, Strip and Dare

Instructions:

1. This game works better with three to four couples. There must be an equal number of males to females (unless gays and/or bisexual couples participate).

2. The game moves in a right to left order to each person in sequence. The group can determine who goes first.

3. Each person should respond to whatever is their particular sequential question prior to moving to the next round of questions. The same is true for each dare, unless the state of all contestants’ undress demands a move to the next “Level” of dares. Instruction #6 discusses when to advance to the next Level of Dares.

4. If a person refuses to answer the question or anyone at the table knows that the person has not
answered correctly or truthfully and calls that individual out for doing so, the questioned individual must first remove an article of clothing, take a shot of their favorite liquor and perform the dare fully. If the individual removes the article of clothing and does the dare, then the other players at the table must take a shot of their favorite liquor. If the individual does not perform the dare in its entirety, the player must remove two articles of clothing and drink 2 shots of their favorite liquor.

5. Shoes, socks, jewelry and hair pieces do not qualify as an article of clothing – only one top, one pair of
pants or shorts, and underpants qualify as the 3 beginning articles of clothing for each contestant at the start of the game. These must be removed in top, outer shorts or pants, and finally underpants order according to the rules of the dares.

6. Once every contestant has become nude on top, move to the Level 2 Dare’s immediately. Once every
contestant is down to his/her underpants, move immediately to Level 3 Dare’s. And once all contestants are totally nude, move immediately to Level 4 Dare’s. Once contestants are nude, if they refuse to answer any question or perform any dare, they must take 2 shots of their favorite liquor.

7. If the contestants ever gets to a certain level of dare’s without meeting the state of undress conditions,
that is alright. Just continue the questions and dare’s in sequence.

8. Whenever a person decides to choose an individual other than their partner for performing a dare, it is
his/her choice as to who it will be, so long as it is within the guidelines of the dare. But please remember that it is more fun if everyone can participate as much as is feasible. If the dare states that “any person of the opposite sex” can be selected to participate in the dare, it may be a partner or a non-partner. If the “selected” person doesn’t participate in the dare, that person must lose an article of clothing and take two shots of their favorite liquor.

The winner of the game is the first contestant to answer the questions and complete all “required ”dare’s.” But all players are winners because everyone got to get drunk and pretty much see each other naked. What a party!


Strip Truth or Dare with Drink Chasers

Questions:

1. What is your favorite part of your partner’s body and why?
2. When was the first time you “came” with someone, and what were the circumstances?
3. What is the most uncomfortable sex you have ever had, such as the position, location, temperature, etc.?
4. Have you ever been a victim of a fuck bust by cops or others? If so, describe the experience.
5. Have you ever had sex at work? If so, who was it with? If not, what is the closest you came to having sex at work?
6. Have you ever flashed when your partner wasn’t aware you were doing it? If so, what did you flash and where were you?
7. Have you ever made out and been fondled by a member of the opposite sex who was not your partner? 8. Does flashing your body excite you, and, if so, which of your body part flashes get you the most excited and/or wettest?
9. Have you ever previously played a game where you stripped off some or all your clothes? Did you end up nude?
10.What is the sexiest and skimpiest outfit your current partner ever asked you to wear in public? Your partner must verify what you describe as the sexiest outfit.
11. What is the greatest number of climaxes that you have had in any singular sexual encounter, What made it so special?
12. What do you wish a sexual partner would do to or for you that your partner has never done.
13. Has anyone accidentally walked in on you while having sex and, if so, describe the situation?
14. Have you gone nude at a beach, and did you get turned on by showing off your body?
15. If you wanted to get lucky on a given night, what outfit would you wear for your night out?
16. What is the wildest or most exciting place that you have ever had sex?
17. Have you ever been tied up for sex, and, if not, have you ever wanted to be tied up and tell us about it – real or fantasized?
18. Do you give head or oral sex? If so, have you swallowed? And do you enjoy giving head or oral sex?
19. Have you ever given a lap dance while you were nude below the waist?
20. It’s not legal, but I want to do this sexual thing.” What is it?
21. Do you enjoy getting a blow job, and, if so, what technique really turns you on?
22. Have you ever sexually kissed a member of the same sex?
23. Have you received and/or given a hum job? Did you like it as the provider and/or receiver?
24. Do you prefer soft or rough sex, and describe what makes your favorite method better than the other?
25. Have you ever been attracted to the same sex? Have you ever acted upon it?
26. Do you like drunk sex, and, if so, tell us about your favorite drunk sexual experience?
27. Have you ever purposely had sex in the same room or bed with another couple present? If so, tell us about it.
28. What would you like to do sexually that you haven’t allowed yourself to do?
29. Other than your significant other, have you ever had your body kissed by a member of the opposite or the same sex? Which sex and what body parts were involved?
30. Have you ever wanted to be a stripper in a strip club or hired for a private party?
31. What is the sexiest dream you ever had, who was it with, and did you consider acting on it?
32. What sexual position have you always wanted to try?
33. What is the largest number of sexual partners that you have had in bed with you at once?
34. Other than your current partner, what was your best fuck? What made it the “best?”
35. Have you ever made a sex video? If so, describe it in detail. If you haven’t made a video, describe what you would want it to be.
36. What technique makes you cum each time it is done?
37. Have you ever participated in either a hard or soft swing with another couple? Describe the experience.
38. Would you rather watch your partner have sex with another person of the opposite sex or would you rather be in another location while the act is done?
39. What is the kinkiest thing sexually that you have ever done?
40. If you could have sex with anyone beside your partner, who would it be?
41. Have you ever wanted to do a threesome? Describe what it would be like.

Dares:

Level 1:

1. Eat a banana or wiener while pretending it is a dick.
2. Fake an orgasm with your whole body while lying down.
3. Pretend you are a person providing phone sex. Select a member of the opposite sex other than your partner, and provide him/her with two minutes of risqué phone sex that guarantees to get the receiver hot and bothered. After two minutes, the receiver of your sex talk tells whether you passed the test and completed your dare.
4. Give a complete description of what your ultimate screw and climax would be like.

Level 2:

5. Select a person of the opposite sex who is not your partner and French kiss him/her for 60 seconds.
6. Select a person of the opposite sex who is not your partner and ride them like a bucking bronco for two minutes.
7. Select a person of the opposite sex who is not your partner, take off any top you may still have on and lower your pants to your pub line. Then while lying on your back let them take a shot from your belly button. Kissing the body is allowed.
8. Give the group a sexy dance while removing one additional item of clothing during an entire song. You may put that item of clothing back on after completing the dare.

Level 3:

9. Rub your tits against the mouth of any member of the group other than your partner for one minute. Be prepared for them to kiss and suck as he/she desires.
10. Select any member of the opposite sex other than your partner and demonstrate a new position that you have yet to try that you would desire to use for sexual intercourse.
11. Select a member of the opposite sex who is not your partner and allow them to eat whip cream off your tits until your chest is totally clean.
12. Model a very sexy outfit of your partner’s choosing for the entire group. The group may also ask you to model it in various positions.

Level 4:

13. With your hands tied behind your back, maneuver around until you can get your tied hands in front of you without untying your hands.
14. Do a sexy crawl on all 4’s for a distance of 15 feet.
15. Give a person of the opposite sex other than your partner a lap dance for an entire song.
16. While totally nude, run a block down the street and return to the group. If anyone sees you while on your naked jog, you must say, “What’s up” to them.

surprised and very excited
 

I played strip games when we were younger, and it usually stopped as soon as the girls had their breasts out, or the boys had to take off their underwear.
Later on we played again and it was much more exciting to see your wife completely naked in front of friends or people you didn't know so well. it happened to us especially once, with a couple of very old friends and another couple, the game of truth went off by itself, in the discussion after the meal. i didn't know how my wife was dressed under her blouse and her skirt, but the surprise was extraordinary for everybody.as the goal was that the women undress, we cheated a little, she saw it well! and my wife finished in garter belt, stockings and high heels, in front of everyone, that excited me a lot, she too, especially that she had to be dressed like that for a good part of the evening, standing in front of the chimney, not to be cold; her friend had only a pair of stockings and her high heels

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What Brought Me to OCC
 

A while ago I posted on the 'What Brought You To OCC' thread. I think the post was removed as it was a hardcore thread and you were supposed to post pictures, however at the time I received a reply from @sigmon asking if I'd be prepared to give more detail.

I decided to do just that and searching around for the best place to post it, this seemed to fit the bill.

So Sigmon, here it is:

First a little scene setting, my wife is 5'4", blonde, petite but with D Cup breasts, hairy in the sense that she isn't fully shaved but she's not a hairy person and it's always neatly trimmed. She hates being the centre of attention and while she can be assertive (particularly at work) she's incredibly shy when it comes to social situations.

Early in our relationship I asked her if she'd ever played strip poker: she had once, at Uni. Given my love of this genre this obviously massively turned me on but for me to ask more questions about it, she had to be really drunk. Unfortunately, as we've gotten older (+ kids) these opportunities are now few and far between.

After asking some basics, e.g. did you get fully naked (yes), were you embarrassed (incredibly), how many were playing (3 girls, 3 boys) I started to probe about how far they went, did they go any further. The answer to this was also yes and tbh honest, has become the mainstay of pretty much every wank I've had since.

There are a few questions I've skirted around, mainly as I don't want to know the answer but I do know that it wasn't with her ex or a long term boyfriend (this I believe) and that I won't know any of the people involved (this I'm not so sure of, she lived with 2 other girls at the time, I'm guessing it was these who were playing).

The 'general' way this works is that she can answer yes/no questions. In terms of where it went after nudity, I've built up a picture over time of what happened.

So,

Did you get fully naked - yes
When you took your knickers off, how did you do it? Slowly
Did you do anything further - yes
What? - You have to ask me.
Did you 'do things' with someone other than your boyfriend? Yes
Did you do anything with the girls? Yes
Assuming you kissed, did you go any further? Yes
Like what? Use your imagination and ask.
Fondling? yes
Wanking? Yes
Other people? Yes, but also myself.
Yourself? How did that go? Very embarrassing
Did you hide? No, I had to put on a show.
Did you go down on anyone? YES
Boys AND girls? Yes
And on you? Yes
How long did you have to do 'it' for? 1 minute?
Were they allowed to cum? No (that was the 'game')
Did you ever do anything with more than one person? [hiding her face] - Yes
More than 2 people? - No
Did you have a threesome? Yes?
What? like a spit roast? Yes
Anything else? Someone going down on me while someone else sucked my nipples.
With 2 boys other than your boyfriend? Yes
How did your boyfriend feel? Said it was the most turned on he'd ever been.
Given what you were doing, did anyone accidentally cum in your mouth? Yes
Did you 'finish anyone off'? The end of the game was a full bj for your partner....but we went into the bedroom to do that.
How was that? REALLY embarrassing when you had to go back into the room.

That last bit is still something I want to quiz about. Given what they were doing, I'm surprised they'd go to a room for that final bit. I'm thinking that maybe she got a facial and possibly had to go back into the room before cleaning it off.

I think that's it. If I remember anything else I'll add it in.

Alas, lockdown has meant that we haven't been able to get away for a weekend (which is usually the only time she's relaxed and drunk enough now to play this game).

Anyway, don't know if this is of any interest to anyone other than Sigmon, but I've certainly enjoyed writing it.

If anyone has any other questions for me to ask, please let me know :)

:) thank you!

There is one other thing I forgot to add (there’s probably a few things tbh)...

She used to get really wet when she gave me a blowjob, so much so I could look down and see glycerine like drips hanging down between her legs.

I asked her if she got ‘this’ wet when she was playing the game. She said she did, she was SO turned on.

Only sad thing is it was so long ago there’s no chance of pictures. I’ve got a few snaps of her from that period so I build a picture in my head.

Hot story blumton.

A few follow-up questions:
- How did the game go, as in, was she winning at first and then lost quickly? Or was she first one naked?
- did they have rules against covering up when you lost e.g. have to do a twirl or sit with hands on the table?
- have you suggested playing strip poker since?
- did they decide the post-nudity forfeits/dates beforehand, or spontaneously once someone was nude
- how many of the guys did she "finish"?
- how was it the following days when she saw those people again? Was it awkward?

Any chance you can share the photos here so we can build a picture too? ;-)

Great questions, I can answer a couple of them...

‘How was it the following days?’
Said it was really awkward the following morning. This is one of those areas I don’t stray too much into as I don’t want to know too much about the participants and I know she won’t answer. Getting info out of her is as much about momentum as anything else, so I tend to stay clear of questions neither of really want answered.

I do know (assuming she’s telling the truth) that all the boys were short term boyfriends, so there wasn’t really an issue of bumping into them again. (I say I ‘assume’, I honestly don’t know but I don’t really want to find out either).

She only finished off her own partner, as did the other girls.

However I do know that the guy who accidentally came in her mouth (“a bit”) wasn’t her boyfriend.

We’ve sort of discussed playing, but it’s a very different dynamic. We met in our late 30s, now in mid 40s. Neither of us I don’t think would play with close friends. I’ve bought a few board games but they only fun to think about in the context of other people playing too.

What I have done is bought a suction dildo...but it’s now a matter of finding the right time to get her to go for it :)

Strip Poker Game
 

A number of years ago, my husband played poker with a group of 7 or 8 guys, and they would play every two weeks or so, and rotate the game between everyone’s homes. On the nights they played at our house, I would generally go out to dinner and a movie with some women friends. This gave me a good excuse to see my friends and it was good to be out of the house while they played poker without their having to censor conversations with a wife in their presence.
This one time my husband hosted the game, I got back from a movie a little early and they were still playing. I went down to the basement rec-room to say “hi” to our guests and a few of the guys took this as an opportunity to go home. The rest seemed to want to play a while longer, and in order to have enough players they asked me to sit in. I’ve played some poker and knew most of the games they were playing, and after a little coaxing from the men, I agreed to play a few hands. They had been drinking beer all evening, and I’d had a couple glasses of wine with dinner, and now had a beer put in front of me.
My luck this evening didn’t start out very good, and soon I’d lost the rest of the cash I’d taken with me for the evening out. So I announced I was “tapped-out” and got up to go upstairs. Then one of the guys who I’ve known for a long time just couldn’t resist the temptation to tease me with, “No problem, you’ve got some clothes on you could bet with.” This got the rest of them going with the idea of us now playing strip poker; six guys and me. With all their very good natured teasing, I couldn’t tell if they were serious or not, but when it comes to this kind of banter, I’m not one to be intimidated and I can generally give it back as well as take it. So I replied, “Guys are big talkers when it comes to strip poker, but when they get down to losing their shorts, they’re the first to want the game to quit.”
The way I said it, the guy must have felt that I’d left the door open at least a little bit. “I’m in to the end,” said the guy who first raised the issue. Everyone but my husband swore they were “in” too.
“How about you?” I said to my husband, knowing he was the only one “anteing-up” his wife for other men to potentially see naked. I really expected him to say something that didn’t sound like a “possessive husband” yet something that would still end the game and send everyone home.
“I’m in if you are,” he said to me with a flat affect. I couldn’t tell if he was challenging me to “perform” after questioning the guys’ willingness to follow-through, or if he wanted me put an end to this and go to bed.
“OK, but there have to be some ground rules,” I said, trying to find a way to get them to decide not to go any further, or buy me some time to reconsider.
“First, everyone is in to the end of the game, and that means until someone has lost every stitch. Is everyone on board?” Everyone assured me they were. So I kept looking for another way to stop this.
Second, if I lose first we keep playing until one of you, other than my husband is naked too, has everyone got that? If you get to see me naked, I want to see some serious male skin too.” Again they all agreed.
“Third, what goes on here stays here, I don’t want anyone’s wife calling me and accusing me of whatever. Everyone OK with that?” I asked. All were OK, so I kept looking other “show stoppers.”
“And fourth, you guys all start with the same number of pieces of clothes, and I get one more. Does everyone agree?”
Now they knew I was serious, and that one of them was going to have to “show the goods” if I did. One guy had to ask, “Why do you get one more piece of clothes than we do?”
“Because I have bigger tits,” I replied, and he got the picture.
They all looked at each other and one by one agreed to my terms, until it was my husband’s turn to commit. “OK with me,” he said without as much enthusiasm as I would have liked.
So I pointedly asked him, “You sure you’re OK with this? I don’t want to catch any hell for this later.”
“I’m good” he replied, “lets deal the cards.
“Before we start, let’s all get to the right number of items on,” I demanded. I was wearing what I’d gone to dinner in, a tee-shirt, denim skirt, bra, panties and sandals; six items. The guys all seemed to have seven items: shirts, jeans, shorts, shoes and socks. So I suggested they all lose their shoes to start right. One guy looked at his watch and said, “Hey, I gotta be home before too long, how about we start with three items and you with four?”
Everyone was obviously thinking I would surely lose first, so they readily agreed. Since it was nearly 11:00, I agreed too.
I took off my sandals to make my four items, while the guys tossed their shoes and socks. We also agreed to play only 5-card draw, with the low hand taking off one item. We put in two jokers as wild cards to have enough for everyone to draw up to three cards.
Everyone agreed I should deal first. Dealer’s luck held and one of the guys shed his shirt. As we went, everyone’s luck was pretty similar and in half an hour, I’d lost only my half-slip, and a couple of guys were already in their shorts. In the next half hour my luck went south and I was in my bra and panties, most guys were in shorts only, while my husband still had his jeans too.
These guys were looking at me in my underwear, and wishing mightily that I would lose next. I’m not particularly superstitious, but I swear their “cosmic energy” was working, because I lost the next hand. Now what to do? After chastising men in general for not following through, I could hardly pull the plug on the game without looking pretty hypocritical. So, my next decision was what do I take off? Conventional wisdom would say my bra, but sitting at the card table, I figured losing my panties really didn’t expose much. So I slid my panties off under the table, much to the disappointment of at least five men; I still wasn’t sure what my husband was thinking about this.


The next few hands had everyone down to one item left. And after the next hand I started to believe the guys were stacking the deck. I lost again, and six pairs of eyes were on me waiting to see me bare me breasts. I just sighed and said, “The rules are the rules,” and reached behind to unhook my bra. I was getting excited enough at the thought of these guys finally seeing me, that I took my time and with letting the straps fall off my shoulders just to tease them a bit more. Once the straps were free, the bra fell to my lap and I could feel the guys looking at my bare chest.
“Keep dealing,” I said, reminding them of the rules. “You guys have to have some ‘skin in the game’ too.” Unless my husband lost this hand the game would be over. As luck would have it, the guy who first taunted me about betting my clothes lost the hand and somewhat reluctantly dropped his shorts. He quickly sat down, but I wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily.
“Stand back up and let me see you,” I said. “You’ve been ogling my tits for the last 15 minutes, so don’t short me my time to see you.”
My husband let a few minutes go as we kind of sat there not knowing what to say or do next. Then he took charge and reached for his clothes and said, “Alright, we all have to go to work tomorrow, game’s over.”
I just put on my dress, while the guys took a little longer to get dressed and leave. After they left we cleaned up the rec-room and put the tables and chairs away. My husband didn’t say anything for the longest time, which was starting to worry me, so I finally asked. “Are you OK, or did I go further than I should have tonight?”
“No, you were fine, more than fine really,” he said, “I’m just sorting out how I can be so excited by five other guys seeing you naked, I’m not sure I’m supposed to do that.”
“Don’t waste a lot of time analyzing it, either you had a good time or you didn’t. If you didn’t we won’t do anything like that again. If you did, we’ll see what else comes along. I sure didn’t plan on this, but I have to say, it was good for me.” That was enough thinking for one night.