Sex-upmanship: The Taxi Sex Experiment

A nude woman sticks her head in a window for some taxi sex.Dear Mr. X,

I’m horny all the time. It’s hot outside and I walk around the house wearing just a scarf tied around me. I think of my sexy photographer, but I think of other people too, men and women, I start fingering myself and I want to have them all. But you’ve been a bit of a stranger recently, haven’t you? Have I overtaxed your poor little libido? After all of my adventures, are you still trying to catch your breath?

Well I won’t stand for it, Mr. X. I love my husband, and I love more than anything to do dirty things with him in bed, but I need you too, to take me to the scary places, to make me tremble with anticipation, to make my pussy just swim. Wouldn’t you just love to see my pussy, Mr. X? Wouldn’t you love to lick it? Oh, I know I’m off the subject and being cruel, and that’s not like me, so I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. Here’s how: since you’re too busy (or too bored?) to come up with an dare for me, I’ve got one for you. And it had better get done, mister. I’ve been a good little slave, and now I’ve got negotiating power. If you fail me, I might just start feeling prudish (believe that?). Besides, I want to see if you can take it as well as you give it. Ready?

I imagine you’ve got a wife or girlfriend(s), considering how sexed up you are. Of course you might just be an imaginative, sex-starved creep, in which case you’d better get a wife or a girlfriend fast. If you are, in fact, the elegant, seductive gentleman I’d (foolishly?) like to imagine you to be, then you should feel quite free to choose the wife or a girlfriend for this one. The important thing here, X, is that there needs to be a woman involved. I hope that’s clear and that you won’t require illustrations. Also, and I hope this goes without saying, she should ideally be a total sex nut. My kind of woman, if you know what I mean.

Then: I want you and this woman to move from one place to another. You know that old saying? That it’s the journey, not the destination, that counts? Well that’s what this “experiment” is about. I want you to hail a taxi with this object of your affection. I want you to both get in the back seat, and I want your destination to be at least a fifteen minute ride away. I hope you’re with me so far, and I hope the other Mr. X is beginning to perk up. I’m perking up all over just writing to you like this, to tell you the truth. I think I like being in control.

So you’re in backseat of the taxi with this sexy woman, and now here’s the dare: go as far as you’re willing to go. It’s a challenging one, I’ll admit. First, you’ll have to seduce your fellow rider in an unconventional situation, and second, yep, there will be a rearview mirror and a taxi driver just a few feet away. But I’ve been brave, Mr. X! I’ve given you multiple hardons and hopefully much more. So I want you to take some risks. Kiss her deeply, kiss her passionately. Don’t manhandle her, but seduce her, get her so hot and bothered that she’ll let you do almost anything, even with the taxi driver there. But it’s not enough just to play puppet-master this time, mister. I want you to be overcome, too. I want to imagine the possibility of you being exposed, too, of her unbuttoning your shirt or rubbing your crotch until your hardon can’t be hid. Get me? I want you to lose your head.

And then I want you to write me with every little detail. I want to feel your lust. I want to imagine I have a cock, and I want you to make me want to explode. I want to know all about what turns you on, and more than anything I want to know how far you’ll go with taxi sex.

Got it? Good.

Feisty me

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13 thoughts on “Sex-upmanship: The Taxi Sex Experiment”

  1. Oh my god, I have a /huge/ thing for taxis. The night Mr O and I first met, I wore a short dress and no underwear just so I could give the driver an eyeful…

    One of my very few unfulfilled fantasies is to have one or more sexy people join me in a cab, ask the driver to pull over in some secluded street and have him watch us in his rearview mirror.

    This post has brought back all those thoughts and more – how am I supposed to make it through the work day now that you have me all hot and bothered?!?

    Miss O xx

    1. That sounds like quite a first date, Miss O! Makes me wish I’d taken up taxi driving as a profession. And now I’ve got a new fantasy.

  2. How are you going to do this one? If you do it with her, she’ll know for sure you are Mr. X – or are you just going to indulge in a little creative writing for your response?

    1. Good question, Loverboy. She’s (knowingly) putting me to the test. The question is how openly to acknowledge it. Mr. X is essential to keep us both “free”, I think, and I definitely don’t want to “kill him off”.

      1. Loath as I am to suggest it, I think you should probably just make something up… in order to keep him free – and possibly second-guess her, if she is attempting to find out if you really are her X?

    1. I thought about you when I saw this, WS. Maybe it will finally inspire some of our readers to give you a manly experiment.

      1. While she’s been getting bolder, this specfic way of … flipping the script is quite something.

        To the specific challenge… There’s never been anything that I’ve done in front of cab drivers, but I have most definitely had drunkenly explicit conversations about who will be bent over/pinned against what when we get to where we’re going in front of them. I don’t really care in as much as I live in a city large enough that I’ve never had the same cab driver twice… But at the same time, I’ve wondered later what they thought and how often that sort of thing happens on weekend nights….

        Pushing past the “talking about what we’re going to do” barrier would be quite something though… Good luck with that. 😉

  3. hah. an interesting one.

    i suppose in game terminology, this is the mother of all shit tests — she thought of her husband in a particular way, but if X is her husband, he’s more awesome (in game terms, alpha) than she thought he was and she’s testing X’s congruence

    you have four options:
    1. lie
    2. cheat (do the stuff for real, but with someone else)
    3. reveal yourself
    4. bump back

    As you recognise, 3 breaks the frame, 1 is not in the spirit of the experiment, so your options (as I see them) are either #1: find another willing girl or #2: tell her no, I give the orders, but it’s funny you should mention taxis…

    1. Where have you been all my life, Moist Von Lipwig? And why did I content myself with such an obvious pseudonym when there were fantastic possibilities like “Moist Von Lipwig”? This is a masterful breakdown, and I’m grateful for it. If ever there’s a university course taught on Sexual Game Theory, you’ll make a damned good professor. I’m going to repost this in the comments sections of the next post, too.

  4. I’ve been lurking around this site for some time now, and I have to tell you that this has quickly become my favorite blog. While I haven’t gone into a full-blown experiment with my own wife, I have incorporated some the post into our sex life (namely the bar experiment), and it has been a fantastic addition to our passion. So, for that I thank you.

    This experiment presents a bit of a conundrum. While keeping with the spirit of the experiment, namely adventure, and honesty, you mustn’t revel your identity. Maybe an “innocent” flirtation with a female friend is in order.

    1. Thanks for your comments, Hiding. Would love to hear more about how your bar experiment turned out. And yes, as framed by readers, these seem to be the two options: reject the experiment and turn it back on her; or find myself in the backseat of a taxi for some “innocent” (mmm?) fun.

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