Strip Games For Couples Novels & Stories

“I think I can spare a few more minutes until you’re distracted. So, either talk to me, or I will keep going until you do.” He broke the silence with a laugh. It was more condescending than anything but it was a reaction. “Alright, Fine. I will play your game. Are you married?” He asked. His hands rested on my hips causing me to stop moving and now I was only sitting there. “Stop moving. Sit and talk to me. Now tell me are you mated?” I rested my arms on his shoulders. “I am a stripper love. If I was mated, I wouldn’t be working here.” I answered him.

That evening led to some great sex later that night when they were alone. No matter how hard a couple may try, work, kids, and other obligations seem to interfere with a healthy sex life. Rosa and Lori started to get somewhat concerned when their husbands began going to a local strip club more often. It started as a happy hour every few months but then it started to become more regular. At first, the wives didn't mind but after a while, they became worried. Carlos and Dave would always come home horny so they knew they were being faithful but it started to get disconcerting that they were getting turned on by other women.

I wore a long dress and sat beneath my favorite tree in the courtyard, sharing snacks with my parents and Jake under the moonlight. "Katie, try this," Mom said, placing her famous puff pastry onto my plate. "Your favorite." "Thank you, Mom." I accepted it with a smile. Across from me, Jake handed me a plate of assorted croissant rolls. "Here, eat up." I gave him a mock stern look. "Jake, if you keep feeding me like a pig, I'll never get married." "Who wouldn't marry you?" Jake glared theatrically. "Any man would be blessed to have you!"

See you in the game! How to play: There are 10 lucky guys and 10 lucky girls invited to perform. All of them will hang out for one whole day to better know each other. Then all men will pick who they want to be partner with. If there's two men or more, chosing one girl then there will be a competition to be held. Whoever win will be her partner and the one who loses will chose again until the ten men already had partners. We, the creators, will give you 1 month to act like a real couple and do the activities. Activities will be posted in the announcement board. The confession will be in exactly one month. If the both member of the couple participant fall for each other, they'll pay and provi

“The male partner has to carry a heavy object and walk forty meters. Easy. The final fifty stage is a low crawl under a net, but you must be connected to your partner. You will tie yourselves together with a simple rope, wrist-to-wrist. The first four couples across the line move on. Does anyone have any questions?” ‘As long as we’re going to be tied to our mate, I’m in,’ Tara said. I shook my head. This would be my first time working with Alpha Dominic like this. I was nervous. “The couples will run two at a time,” Rowan finished. “First up, myself and Clarissa, against Marcus and Leah.” I joined in clapping as they all lined up.

She arched her back, beginning to orgasm even as she heard Giorgios’ familiar climax sound. The husband and wife finally opened their eyes and stared at each other across the room. Giorgios stood up, and crossed the room to her. He claimed her lips, squeezing her body against himself. She moaned into his lips, feeling young, desired, sexy. She opened her eyes again as she remembered she had to keep an eye on the stripper. But she saw Stephanie was smiling, her eyes pinned on them as she stepped out of her lace underwear. She picked up a leather flogger and vibrating butt plug from the bed, and began to walk towards them.

“Ride me, bride.” I ride him. Slow at first – rolling my hips, feeling his cock shift inside me, my clit grinding against his pelvis. The leather couch creaks. The bass pulses through the walls. And in the mirror to my left I watch myself – tiara askew, tits out, white lace shoved beneath my breasts, riding a stranger’s cock in a strip club two days before my wedding. “Faster,” he says. His hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks, pulling me down harder onto his cock with each stroke. “Show me how the bride rides.”

“Pair up! Let’s see who can throw hands without crying about it. None of that soft, lovey-dovey sparring crap either. If your partner isn’t limping when we’re done, you’re not trying hard enough.” They shuffle into pairs, fists raised. I walk between them, barking out tips, shoving shoulders back into place, and occasionally knocking someone down just to remind them not to get too comfortable. One pair keeps tickling each other instead of fighting. I roll my eyes, grab both their heads, and knock them together. “Congratulations, you just mated. Now fight like a married couple.” The group bursts out laughing. Yeah. That’s the energy I want. Blood, sweat, and a little chaos.

Again, and then again, he spanked her into her final unravelling. She worked so hard she was trembling everywhere, but she couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop until he allowed it. She gripped his chin hard and then she felt the shift in his breathing that always came before he climaxed and she knew one more slap would be it for her. Together they writhed and screamed to their climax. She lay on his chest, sated with his warm seed, glorying in it. Then came breathless laughter and satiated kisses. He slipped out of her and she felt her thighs coated in his thick seed, pushing them together so that some of it might stay inside. "Oh my God," she drawled, picking up the neglected champagne bottle and w

My legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper as he filled me completely with every thrust. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he drove into me with increasing intensity. My nails scraped down his back, holding onto him as if my entire life depended on it. For a long while, nothing else mattered. My mind went blank of all my problems, worries, and stress. I could only think about him—us—and the way we felt right now. How could I make this last forever with all the odds seemingly against us? ______ •Dominic• The morning sun poured through the dining room windows, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table where I sat with Sofia, Cara, Craig, and Greta.