Group Sex Game Ends – Sex Experiment Relay Begins

Classy woman ready for group sexThe Group Sex Game has a winner. You sent off your sex fantasies to strangers, you stripped for the camera, but only one of you rose to a more mathematical challenge of phone numbers. Her name is Tori, she is charming, she’s got a way with words, and she’s made me wish I were a cowboy. Congratulations, Tori! It was well-played and well-deserved, and when the storied history of The Sex Experiment is written decades from now, you will be its first competitive legend, the girl with the whole package, the one with the kind of charm that wins championships. Bravo! I hope you can hear the roar of the crowd from wherever you are.

And I know that the last time we heard from you, you were begging for more. I fear that you may be out there alone in the big leagues (while we amuse ourselves with slow-pitch softball), but the weather’s hot, vacation’s here, and sex is in the air – which seems to me the perfect conditions for a new game. I’m calling it the Sex Experiment Relay (hell, I’m on vacation, too), and here’s the concept:

1) I post an experiment.

2) You post your experimental results in the comments section, as well as a new experiment for the next round of experimenters to fulfill. You don’t have to write pages for this: just a vivid paragraph recounting your own experiment and a creative (but do-able) next experiment.

3) Once at least three people have completed the round’s experiment, I’ll choose one to repost as the next experiment for everyone to attack. I’ll also be taking guidance from readers in the comments section on what experimenter to choose from round to round.

4) Once we’ve had fun with this for a while and have quite a few “round winners” (some readers may win several rounds), we’ll start with eliminations, the rules of which I haven’t figured out yet. But maybe each round winner will be given a chance to propose their own “killer” experiment to the other winners, or maybe we’ll set a time limit and crown the experimenter who’s won the most rounds, or maybe you’ll have brilliant ideas about how the game should evolve as we play on. As always, I’m happy to change the rules if someone dreams up better ones (and I also take bribes).

To start us off, I thought I’d start us off where this blog started off, at The First Experiment. Click the link or let this paragraph be your guide:

“Today you will not wear panties or a bra. You will wear a blouse open at the collar, and you will not wear stockings. If your husband occasionally sees you dressing, he must not see you today. Let the skirt be long enough to make you feel comfortable, but it should not go past the knee. This is imperative. As you slide it up over your hips, feel the nakedness of your thighs, feel your ass naked against the fabric of the skirt. Then, if you can, sit before a mirror. Spread your legs until you can see your pussy, but do not touch. You should simply understand how easy it would be to expose you. Then the blouse. Feel your breasts as you button it, and then, the sensation of your nipples against the fabric. Will it be cotton? Or silk? I wish you would tell me.”

Enjoy performing the experiment, then enjoy dreaming up another one for others to fulfill, then tell us about it in the comments. And gentlemen? I realize you will be at a disadvantage in this game, but I have a feeling you won’t mind watching. This round’s not for you, but your comments will help control the direction of the game, and then there are sure to be other rounds that won’t require you to have breasts. So stay focused, keep in training, and be ready when the coach motions towards the bench to send you in.

Above all, have fun! If April is meant to be the cruelest month (if you’re inclined to believe poetry), then August is definitely the sexiest one (if you’re inclined to believe me), so banish the bras, blur the tan lines, and let’s all become scientists of the sexy inside.

 





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10 thoughts on “Group Sex Game Ends – Sex Experiment Relay Begins”

  1. You create a tough challenge that I am more than happy to oblige to Him 🙂 I will just leave this as a benchmark for when I feel well enough to type more (Summer heat kills when you’re not native to a hot country x-x)

  2. Hmm…I shall have to ask permission to get involed in this and to be honest it is a very tough task for me as I am not one to go without a bra….panties yes, bra no….so we shall see, is there a due by date for this task?

    Mollyxxx

    1. We’ll keep it going until we get enough momentum to move to the next round, and you, Molly, might just be the one to start that momentum. Have fun!

  3. First one again? Oh good lord, I’m starting to feel licentious! So I’m a bit behind in the posting of this as I completed this a few days after it was posted, but life has been busy, ya know?

    So, I may or may not have mentioned this, but I am in a long distance relationship. Every so often, I’ll fly there for a day or so to see him, a quick and dirty little rendezvous that makes it that much more delicious. But I get side tracked.

    One of these trips came not long after you posted this and I decided it was a perfect opportunity. So off I went to the airport, ticket in hand, pussy already tingling at the thought of getting screwed 6 ways to Sunday. Arriving at the airport, I checked in, got my ticket and slipped off to the restroom. Now, I was wearing a white summer skirt with some bold patterns, but it was still rather see through. I hesitated for a moment before slipping off the nude underwear I had been wearing, feeling the silk lining of my skirt brushing along naked skin. What a sinful feeling… Now, I wasn’t wearing a blouse, but a simple white cotton shirt, but the bra came off as well.

    Do you know how cold it can get in airports? I was more than a little cold and I’m sure that everyone could see. I had to wonder as I went through those newfangled full body scanners if the guard watching could tell that I didn’t have underwear on. In fact it was all that I could think about while I went through security. Moving on, the rest of the time was rather ordinary, though I could swear I was being stared at more often than usual.

    Boarding the plane my anxiety kicked in. I was going to be in close quarters with someone. Would it be male? Female? Young? Old? Attractive? Revolting? and the butterflies started anew. I wish I could say that it ended up being someone who stared or was lecherous, but I was at the window and the man next to me was around my generation and barely paid attention when I said hello. He was totally engrossed in the music his earbuds were delivering to him.

    From there it was into my man’s arms and lets just say, he was more than a little appreciative of your bet!

    1. Oh, I couldn’t be happier to have the fabulous Tori on the prowl again. As always, I love your style, and for all the hours I spend dreaming up experiments for Mr. X to propose to my wife, I don’t know if I ever could have come up with a situation as perfectly titillating as walking through airport security, and their x-ray scanners, without wearing a bra or panties. Fantastic! The cliche is well-earned here: your boyfriend is a lucky man.

      Thanks infinitely for the wonderful update, Tori. Once again, you’re in the lead.

    2. Are you out there, Tori. Could you send me a quick e-mail (contact@development.thesexexperiment.com) or add a proposal for a nest-round dare? Thanks!

  4. going out pantyless is one of my favorites… here is the proof. we went to a restaurant, picked a corner table, and G ordered me to lift my dress up and stay like that all night long… i was not wearing panties or bra… just fishnet stockings.The excitement was amazing. G tore the fishnet apart right between my legs and i was feeling so exposed. The waiter kept coming every ten minutes to watch my nakedness as much as possible… Here is the proof: http://realerosstories.blogspot.com/2011/04/n-public.html

    Now as a suggestion:
    Wear sexy panties and skirt, go to a bar / cafe / restaurant. Go to the toilet and remove the panties… Get back to the table, enjoy your drink etc… and in the end as you are about to leave drop the panties under the table. Enjoy afterwards the feeling of imagining what the waiters and people wold think when they will see them a few minutes later and remember that you were sitting there…

    1. Wow. The game is most definitely afoot…and with photographic evidence. I like it. And this is pretty outrageously daring, G&N. I like that too. And of course your proposal for the next round is even more fearless. Do I need to say it? I love it.

  5. Just throwing my hat in here for a moment, as per usual not following the rules but this is my first reply to a challenge. Since it may be difficult thinking up dares for the men, I offer this.
    Once out with a very attractive swinger couple who ended up taking us on a private tour of their condo… Wait that is another story. We all went to a very upscale and VERY busy night club in Toronto called the Guvernment. It was jam packed with a myriad of insanely sexy people dressed to thrill and having a great time. Me and the other guy, I’ll call him George went up to the bar that was packed at least 6 deep with thirsty revelllers and waited for out turn to be ignored by the sexy bar staff. On this particular night there were mostly young nubile college women tending the bar and two in particular were workin it REAL good and being tipped accordingly. It was very Coyote Ugly type of deal with hot girls wearing very little fighting off the attention of all these hot young jocks. These bartenders actually started kissing each other and all out making out on the bar, pouring drinks on each others exposed flesh and licking it up for the rainstorm of bills being tipped by all the horny guys! It was a wild scene would be putting it very mildly. So we finally get our turn to scream drink orders into these lovely creatures ears only to have them pour us whatever the fuck they wanted anyways and we gladly paid for it…..and I yell in her ear “two rum and cokes and two heineken’s and your panties in my jeans pocket please.” She quickly turns away to get us the drinks with a total blank stare on her face like she heard nothing…. I of course take this opportunity to brag to George what I said to her and he calls me a liar. “Dude, she is half your age and so out of your league it is comical.” he mocks me. She returns moments later and hands me the drinks and we hand over half a weeks pay and join the ladies at the table. I am grinning from ear to ear because of the balls I just had that seemed to come from no where and muse to myself that even if I walked away with only drinks this night is going to go alright.
    We dance and flirt and have a great time and are leaving the bar when I feel a hand in my pocket from behind me. I fear a pickpocket and spin around to see the most amazing creature walk away in a leather miniskirt that would make most men cream their jeans on the spot. I reach into my pocket and pull out the sexiest black and lace thong delicately balled up and unroll them in front of everyone! George shits his pants while the ladies all want to know what us guys are freaking out covering our mouths with total disbelief! We all laugh and say we will explain in the cab. Well did this hot Latin wife of my friend, I’ll call her Gabrielle, look at me with lustfully renewed interest. As soon as we walked in their condo she took me on a “tour” that involved getting on her knees and sucking my cock on the balcony while my future ex-wife had small talk on the couch right behind us. A memory that will remain with me forever that night was…

    So here is the challenge. At a busy and loud bar when the waitress takes your order, totally non- chalantly ask her for her panties in your pocket. If she doesn’t hear you or doesn’t believe what she heard you do not have to repeat it…… Or you can if you want to feel like the most sexy powerful man on the planet. See how she reacts. Maybe you get slapped, maybe you walk out with a souvenir, either way you walk out with a story for the rest of your life. Enjoy!

    1. This is quite a story. Thanks! Unfortunate that the game is no longer on, as I have the impression that you’d have been a formidable competitor.

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