Blind Tag: A Kinky Dare Game

We lay in bed holding each other’s naked bodies, my head resting on Sam’s chest as we enjoyed our post-sex cuddle. This wasn’t as good as sex, but it was a close second. I was completely unprepared for the question from Sam.

“Do you want to play a game tomorrow?”

I didn’t know where this was going. Did he mean card games with the kids, or something really kinky? “I guess. What do you have in mind?”

“It’s a game of tag. It’s a little like truth or dare,” Sam answered. “I will text you a challenge or ask you to reveal something. You are then tagged until you complete the challenge. Once you complete your challenge, you tag me by texting me with my challenge.”

I thought about it for a moment. “What if it is something I am not willing to do?”

“Just text that it is out of bounds, and I will give a different challenge,” Sam replied.

“Okay…” I relented as though I were hesitant, but inside I was giddy with anticipation. “Who will go first?”

“I’ll challenge you first,” Sam said.

“You already have something in mind, you dirty boy.”

I woke up the next morning alone. As usual, Sam had already left for work before I needed to get up. While eating breakfast, I remembered the conversation about the challenges and began to wonder what task he would give me.

I received his text partway through the morning. “Tell me your most erotic fantasy. Tag your it.”

I really enjoyed our sex life, so my fantasies didn’t stray too far from what we were currently doing. It took some time to compose an email describing my fantasy. I described how I thought about being tied up and blindfolded then having my husband use my toys on me and suck on my breasts before screwing my brains out. That’s something we did occasionally, but I fantasized about it a lot. He was probably hoping for something closer to the “out of bounds” but I wanted to make him work for it.

Now for my challenge. I had skimmed through MarriageHeat in the morning while eating breakfast and found an article I really liked. I texted him to read the article and tell me what he thought about it. “Tag your it.”

Sam messaged back, saying, “You will need to wait until I have time at lunch.”

Partway through his lunch hour, I got another text from Sam telling me what he thought about the article. No challenge back, though; he was going to make me wait. Half an hour later, it was killing me. I tried to keep myself busy so I wouldn’t think about it, but it wasn’t working.

Finally, I got the text I was anticipating. “Get naked and put down a towel, then use your wand to get yourself all lubed up before using your glass toy to really get off. Tag your it.”

I had been both anticipating and dreading this message. Sam had been working with me over the past few months, ever since we decided to bring toys into our love life, to get me to use the toys by myself. At first, I totally refused. Touching me was something that he was supposed to do—I wasn’t supposed to touch myself. Slowly, Sam taught me to feel more and more comfortable with my body. He liked to watch while I massaged my own breasts before he used his lips and tongue to reward me for the show. He encouraged me to use the wand on myself to show him how to find just the right spot, and he finally had me use the glass dildo on myself while he kept my little wand firmly on my clit. In all this time, I had never done any of this without him present. Now he was asking me to use my toys all by myself.

I had to finish up some chores first. My hands were practically trembling with nervousness and excitement when I was finally able to slip away from the kids and lock my bedroom door. I quickly laid out a towel on the bed and then placed my wand and glass dildo beside the towel. I stripped out of my clothes and climbed on top of the covers. My pussy was so wet I was practically dripping as I settled down. I ran my hand over my clit and felt the thrill run across my clit and a deep longing in my pussy. I put a little Wow on the wand and then hit record on my phone to share this experience with my husband.

Settling back, I turned my wand on high. My eyes closed as I enjoyed the sensation on my clit. I came to orgasm almost instantly, feeling myself squirt on the towel. Two more good orgasms later, I turned off the wand and switched to the glass dildo. I didn’t stop to tease myself; I needed it deep inside, and I needed it now. I started pumping it in and out of my longing pussy as fast as I could, practically screaming as I came to an incredible climax. My pussy tightened around the dildo and pressure built up trying to force my cum out. I pulled the dildo free and shot cum past the towel and onto the screen of my phone. That was so intense. I was panting and trembling.

I reviewed the video and was amazed at how much I squirted everywhere. It was near the end of my husband’s workday, so I decided that I would send him the video but save his next challenge for another day. Soon after I texted him my amazing experience, he texted back, “Wow!!!! That was amazing.”

I needed to know how much he was turned on. I texted, “Did that make you really hard? Show me.” A few years ago Sam had texted me a picture of his penis. We had been away from each other for five days at the time. He thought it would really turn me on, but it didn’t have that effect at the time. I just wasn’t into the visual then. For some reason, I now really wanted to see his erection.

Soon, a text came back showing a picture of his rock-hard cock. Seeing that cock made me hungry for it. I didn’t ever suck on Sam’s cock back when he sent me the first photo year ago. Now I enjoy sucking on it every chance I could get. It often brings me to orgasm, dripping my juices all over Sam’s leg while I tease his cock with my lips and tongue.

Looking at the picture of Sam’s cock made me so horny again. The session with the toys only satisfied my hunger for a brief minute; now, I longed for the real thing.

I had some more chores to do. Fortunately, all of our kids are a bit older, so they didn’t need my constant attention. Good thing, because I really didn’t have the attention span at the moment that a two-year-old would demand as I waited for Sam to get home. I couldn’t keep my hand from straying down to rub my vagina through my pants. I was afraid one of the kids would catch me rubbing myself or that I would finally soak all the way through my jeans. I texted Sam, “Come straight to the bedroom when you get home. The key will be on the top of the trim above the door.”

When Sam texted back around 4:00 that he just left work, I knew I had about half an hour to get ready. I finished my chores and went to the bedroom. After locking the door, I put on my sexiest lingerie, then lay on the bed and began running my fingers over my clit as I waited the last agonizing minutes. The kids were in their bedrooms, and I prayed that they would not distract Sam on his mission to get to me quickly. Finally, I heard the car pull up, then Sam’s footsteps up the stairs, and finally the key in the bedroom lock.

Sam slipped in and locked the door behind him. The look on his face reminded me of Christmas morning, except the gleam in his eye and the smile on his face told me what he really had in mind. We shared intense kisses as we worked to remove clothes and caress each other’s bodies. Soon all garments were tossed aside, and I climbed on top of Sam to hungrily suck on that beautiful cock of his. I love hearing his moans of pleasure. My pussy was overflowing, and I know he could feel it dripping onto his leg. After I had a good orgasm, I climbed further on top and he guided his cock into my pussy. At this point, I was out of control. I began bucking hard meeting his upward thrusts. We worked in rhythm until I squirted hard all over him.

“I love it when you soak my balls,” he whispered into my ear. He pushed me up onto my hands and knees so that he could suck on my nipples while I continued to rock up and down on his hard cock. Soon Sam gave up on the breasts and grabbed my ass as he started thrusting faster. His breathing changed as he got closer to climax. This brought on another orgasm for me. I really hoped the kids were distracted in their bedroom and weren’t paying attention to the noise we were making. I felt Sam’s penis get rigid and then begin shooting his cum deep into my pussy. I kept riding him through my orgasm before collapsing on top.

We took some time to catch our breaths and kiss a little before I had to get up to finish making dinner. While in the kitchen, I started thinking of what challenges I would give Sam the next day. I really love this game!

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