I played The Game [MF]

Well I’ve found my dear husband’s secret Reddit porn account on his laptop. Some of y’all he follows are seriously hot. But since he seemed to be recently fondly reminiscing about some convoluted game his ex made up for them to fuck around and wanted to share all the detail with y’all, here’s a long story of a game of mine for him to find when he gets back on. Seems to fit the Monthly Contest too. Hah. Love you honey.

This was quite a few years back. I was in my mid 20s -24 or so. Y’all might recall The Game. This was that “viral” IRL sex game website that wasn’t indexed on Google. You had to already know the IP address including some extra digits or something to access it and it changed weekly. You shared then your conquests with your girlfriends who were also playing and laughed about empowerment. God we were so fucking stupid. To get the new address for the week you had to pay or “play” – send a pic of yourself playing last week’s game before the page disappeared.

I only played a few times but this is my story of Roulette. Roulette was… how should I say… controversial. Lots of girls did really dumb things and took insane risk. I know, I was one.

I had gotten that week’s address with a Pay because I wasn’t about to Play that week. Y’all might remember – the game the week before ended in facial and I wasn’t about to send a pic of me with cum on my face to a random site on the internet. That guy came like a firehose, but that’s for another time.

Roulette’s rules were simple:
1) Download Tinder (had that already)
2) Roll a dice.
3) Swipe left that number of times and swipe right on the next guy.
4) Play Roulette.
5) Send a pic of you and your Tinder match in the act and a link to their profile.

I don’t remember his name but we’ll call him Matt. He was 23. Matt wasn’t anything special to look at IIRC. He was remarkably average height, average looks, and an average Tinder profile. Real nerd too. Dude was so surprised I had swiped right AND messaged first he practically gave me a Turing test to make sure I was real. Okay maybe I dig nerds. I did marry one after all.

Matt came to my place. I had told him we were going to go out dancing and drinking in the hopes that he’s at least groom and shower. Thank god he did. He tried to be a gentleman when he showed up right on time at 7:30, but I didn’t really care. The whole point was to take stupid risks and I wasn’t exactly seeking chivalry.

But I did need to get my nerves in check before I lost em. Having already made us both really REALLY stiff drinks, I downed mine. Ah, much better.

In all honesty, he cleaned up pretty nice. A definite bro vibe but was clean shaven, had nice skin and smelled good.

I pulled up next to him, close enough to make clear my intentions went beyond drinking and dancing. “We can go out and dance and then you can go home and I’m going to ghost you, or I can suck you and fuck you right now and then I’m going to ghost you. Take your pick.” My hand was on his crotch to make it crystal clear my intentions.

He turned red and tried to stammer out an answer. It was time to play Roulette.

I led him to my bed and began to undress him. As his pants came down I was treated to a surprise – a pleasantly thick and long cock, well cut and neatly groomed.

I slid my lips over the shaft and felt the big vein at the bottom throb against my tongue as the head slid towards my throat. He sat back comfortably on the bed and I followed him, not taking my mouth off.

I began to count as I slid my mouth up and down… 2, 3, 4, 5… my lips slid plainly, mechanically… 17, 18, 19, 20. Burying his cock in my throat, I could feel that primal groan he let out vibrating my tonsils.

I stood up and he looked at me, puzzled. I didn’t have time to explain, and pulled up the short skirt I was wearing. Who has time for panties, okay?

“Oh. Damn okay, want me to get a condom?” He inquired, reasonably wondering, I assumed, what STD I was about to give him with this ease of access.

“Do you want me to fuck you or not” I shot back, climbing on top of him and positioning my shaved hole over his rod, still wet with my saliva. When the tip touched my labia all his resistance melted. Typical, I thought to myself.

But even I wasn’t ready for the gush of my own pussy. Sliding up and down his shaft, counting… 1, 2, 3, 4… I barely knew this face below me – he had walked in… what, 10 minutes ago? 9, 10, 11, 12… But I already knew the taste of his cock and he was already, as my husband likes to say, balls deep in my pussy… 17, 18, 19, 20.

You see, those were the rules of Roulette. Find a random guy, start the game within 20 minutes of meeting, 20 strokes with your mouth, 20 with your pussy. Back and forth. No condoms. No pulling out. Try to control where he cums.

I climbed back off of him, his breath heavy. Before he could inquire, I had wrapped him in my lips again. The salt of his precum and the acidity of my pussy mixed together was not nearly as unpleasant as I had imagined, a sharp reminder that I had never done this before. Feeling no other choice I threw myself into it, somehow suddenly desperate to earn the cum of a man whose cock I knew better than his face and who had done nothing to earn the pleasure of this flesh.

I hit 20 and buried my face in his crotch, my nose pressing against the prickly grain of his skin. I could feel his hands on my head. Climbing atop again, I took my top off and as my breasts dropped, he sighed in approval of my perky Cs. He aimed his cock at my slit as I worked the rest of clothes off and sight unseen dropped down easily to the base of his shaft. I began to enjoy the ride, now grinding my hips and playing with my nipples. His eyes grew wide when he felt me milking him with my pelvic floor. Just as he started to pant, the 20 was up.

But Matt was a quick study and my pussy ached involuntarily when he growled at me, “that’s right, time to suck my cock.” This was *my* game I protested in my head.

As I put my mouth to work, he took my hair in his hands and I began to understand this was the real Roulette. Sensing my acquiescence, he began to use my mouth like a toy, slowly sliding my head up and then roughly burying the head of his dick in my throat. It was all I could do to focus on the sensations and keep track of the count. As I began to stand after 20, Matt moved up on my bed and I straddled him, but as I moved to start fucking his shaft, he pinned my hips up by bending his knees and began to thrust into me from below. He cracked a grin as he fucked me slowly, “you’re counting to 20, aren’t you?”

At this point I was entirely engrossed and could only nod slowly and was absorbing the sensation of every inch. He gave me twenty slow and luxurious passes with the full length of his shaft and without a word I went back down where he gagged me on his dick every fifth thrust. As I stood to mount him again, he stood up and bent me over the bed instead. Twenty quick thrusts from behind passed and before I could even realize it I was back on my knees, my mouth full of cock. He fucked my throat roughly for what seemed like 20 strokes of eternity, my head spinning. Next thing I remember he threw me on the bed, pulled my legs up and penetrated me quickly. The shape of his shaft made the perfect contact with my gspot and I remember cumming hard… and then tasting it as he climbed over my face to fuck my mouth from above.

Oh I was playing Roulette alright. Or maybe I was the Roulette. I was being spun like a wheel, and I was going to get shot with cum, I knew not where. Nor did I care.

I think Matt knew that too. He now had managed to get me prone again across my narrow bed and was walking around to use my pussy and mouth. Then I felt him begin to shudder behind me and his cock pulsated strongly and rhythmically as he came inside me.

As he pulled out I slumped down off the edge. Matt caught me and helped me up and into the bed. I was exhausted, too much to even clean the mess that was my face and now pussy.

A few minutes later I heard the door click shut. The next morning I woke up to a single text.

“Thx” it read. 8:15. Never heard from him again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n8db0q/i_played_the_game_mf