There’s something about catching the eye of a beautiful woman across a crowded room – particularly when that woman is your wife and two men are pressing their cocks against her. It was a vision I found exciting, although perhaps that had something to do with the two brunettes who had marked me for a likely score and were wriggling around seductively in front of me. My wife has good taste in women – the long-legged, well-titted lovely next to me was as stunning as my wife described her. Yes, we were daring each other to be strangers in a bar together, and we were both feeling the thrill. Continue reading Stranger in a car: the result of The Bar Game Experiment
Dear Mr. X,
You really do keep it coming, don’t you. Interpret that as you like. I’ve waited too long to write back, so without further ado, here’s the story of my night on the town with my husband, which turned out to be much different than I had suspected.
My first task was of course to present your game of seduction to my husband. We’ve always talked fairly easily about sex and our fantasies, but it’s most often he who starts the conversation, so this was a small challenge for me (I’m generally most open about sex after the seduction, when we’re naked in bed).
I knew he had a meeting the afternoon of the evening I’d planned for your challenge, so I called him and suggested we meet at a bar around 7:30. I proposed a seedier bar we haven’t been to in years and which is known to have its fair share of prostitutes. Are you sure? he asked twice, but I insisted. I knew that we wouldn’t meet anybody we know there, and actually I love observing prostitutes. In a past life I think I was probably some royal courtesan. And my husband loves any excuse for a cocktail anywhere (and probably wishes we went out more often), so he quickly agreed. His meeting might run later, he said, but he would call as soon as he was finished. Now I knew I had at least taken care of your requirement to enter the bar separately. Continue reading Seduction, neat, with a twist: her response to The Bar Game Experiment
Dear Fondled Femme Fatale,
Oh how I would have liked to rub my hands up the inside of your thighs, spreading oil out to your edges. And yes, I considered presenting myself as your masseur if you’d asked, but I wasn’t sure I could pull it off without giving myself away, and then I’ve promised you to remain a tall, dark stranger. In the end you seem to have chosen quite well on your own. Continue reading The Bar Game Experiment