Faking an Orgasm Strip Poker Game

“I played it in college with the girls," she said. “Wait what” he asked? “We were not hugging. I have modified it for us.” “Ok, let me understand," he said after a pause before continuing his question. “ It is a strip game where we take off one garment at a time, hug for 15 seconds at a time and fake an orgasm while embracing? Then we pass the turn to our partner with a single kiss. Just one he restated for clarification?” “Just one innocent kiss sweetie,” she answered. “Crazy girlfriend he thought to himself. Who the hell has bedroom games like this?” He slowly nodded looking at her with an inquisitive look on his face.

He had that pondering look on his face. That look always made her nervous when they played bedroom games . He was good at strategy games like this and his head seemed to be moving quickly right now. What was going through his head? Crafty boyfriend she had. He was as strategic as she was creative.

The bedroom. He let her take the lead in the bedroom decor. Fluffy pillows that had indigo pillow cases with a lighter sapphire lining to them. They matched the drapes and bed. Crimson candles sat on the two white bedroom end tables. They were lit and the reflection of the flame danced playfully to the soft jazz on her iphone. The two large glass mirrors made the two candles look like a foursome all moving in concert to the mellow beat.

Tantalizing. That is how their warm bedroom felt to her. “Ok”, he started,” just a couple clarifications. How do you win or lose?” “Well” she said” in this game, we have to be touching bare skin while standing in front of each other at all times. Can be feet, legs, hands, tummies, anything but our private parts. The first person to stop the stripping, faking an orgasm and touching to lay on the bed loses and gets majorly laid like the loser he is.” He noticed she “he” as if she was already assuming victory. “Majorly?” he asked. “Majorly” she reiterated. “Same prize as usual” he asked? “ Yep,” she replied. “Are we starting with shoes on”, he asked as a final question. Don’t be silly, shoes off” was her reply.

They were similarly dressed for the purpose of the game. Socks, jeans,belt, underware, shirt, a baseball cap. Normal stuff for her, tomboy her. He had two t-shirts on to compensate for her bra. Fair is fair. “Ok, let's do this,” he half said, half thinking out loud in her direction.

She took his left hand with her right hand leaned and for 20 seconds she moaned. Moaning, lips so close to his she could feel her breath on lips. Soft, teasing moaning that slowly got louder and louder as each second went by until she crescendoed into her fake orgasm inches from his lips, her hand squeezing his in a pulsating fashion with each moan.

After finishing she nonchalantly took off her baseball cap eyes now open and looking at his lips still close to his. She waited for him to remove his baseball cap and instead of kissing him on the lips she moved her mouth away from his and lightly kissed him on the forehead passing the torch that she just lit with lust.

Without saying a word he cupped the nape of her neck making her gasp. He placed his cheek right near her right cheek. It was at this moment his crafty plan was revealed. Cheek to cheek, his shirt against her shirt he started his fake orgasm. Not loud like hers but a whisper of an orgasm. Soft sighs and hot breath on her ears.

It completely caught her off guard. He was normally loud in bed, especially for a guy. But now he was whispering his sighs of pleasure into her ear so faintly it was almost drowned out by the soft jazz music on her iphone. She found herself sighing too back into his ear even though it was not her turn–by reaction, by reflex. He had switched on her auto-pilot of breathing on his first pass. He finished and she pinched his nipples as revenge as he pressed his lips once, just once, against her neck while still holding on to the nape of her neck. Her turn.

“Ok is that how we are playing bad boy?” He didn’t say anything but smiled coyly in response and took off his outer shirt prompting to remove her shirt. The room was really warm from the heater and her skin felt free in the warmer temperature.

“Think you got moves? It is my game babe and I have got moves too” she said as she stared at his eyes.” She leaned back in and pressed her lips to his neck. Just like she often did during their intimacy. Her chest with only a bra on pressed against his single t-shirt she started her charade of faking her second orgasm hot breath on his neck as she breathed. She played his card this time–being soft, subtle, quiet, almost elusive with her orgasm for 15 seconds.

She felt his chest react to her breaths and she smiled softly between quiet sighs knowing she was getting to him. She knew he had an erection at this point without even looking at his pants. After she was done with orgasm she grazed his neck with her lips going up, brushed her lips ever so lightly against his lips and kissed him on his left cheek while removing her left sock. She had a daring look in her eyes. Competitive girl he was dating. Very competitive.

He rolled his eyes at her and placed his hands on her collarbone leaning in. Ever so slowly he rested his lips against hers and started his fake orgasm. Oh God she couldn’t even look away. She was so turned on. She loved it when they kissed while one of them was cumming. This was insane. Her eyes darted around the room for shelter from the lust he was pronouncing upon her, upon them.. At one point a few seconds in as she saw one of the flames dancing in the mirror. A seductive dance by a seductive flame in a seductive room. 15 seconds felt like 2 minutes. He pursed his lips to hers and pressed lightly passing the turn while taking off his right sock.

Barefoot. She had an idea. “Want to play with fire, bad boy” she thought to herself. She placed her petite feet on top of his. The only bare part of them touching. Well that was until he started to suck his tongue. Sucking his tongue drove him wild. She often did it in the bedroom to foreshadow oral pleasure for him. As she did that she pressed her bare feet into his and softly breathed into his mouth while sucking his tongue.

This should break him, she thought. It had better. She really needed to fuck at this point. She could not believe how wet this game was making her. 10 seconds in she realized he was melting before her but she also realized this was a double edged sword. She was melting too. She loved sucking on his tongue, loved it. She finished her fake orgasm and glared at him with both amusement and frustration. How the hell was he still standing in front of her?

A sly smile spread across his face. He took off his t-shirt revealing his bare chest which meant her bra was about to come off and he was about to press his bare chest to hers and breathe through his fake orgasm. “I can do this, I am going to win,” she thought to herself. He stepped in and pressed his bare chest to hers and paused moving away from her chest. He was thinking where he wanted his lips on her. Those crafty eyes Her crafty boyfriend. He looked at her neck again, her lips and her breasts before making eye contact with her and smiling. One of them, or maybe both of them were about to be in a lot of trouble.

Questions:

Who majorly gets fucked like the loser he or she is?

Where does he place his lips for his turn?

How many more layers of clothes come off before someone sits on the bed?

I may make micro edits to this over time.