My wife and I made up a 24/7 sex game that keeps things spontaneous.

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Background:
My wife and I are in our mid-20s. We’ve been together five years and married for about three of them, living together before we even started dating. We share this account, but I (Mr. Easyweeks) will be the author of this post. We will respond to comments/PMs together.

We have a very active and healthy sex life together. Like every relationship, there are surges when we have sex more times in a week than there are days. There are also lulls when we might go a week or more without expressing our lust for each other. In general, we have sex 3-4 times per week, but engage in other foreplay almost daily. We’re fairly adventurous and have excellent communication both in and outside of the bedroom. I can’t remember how we came up with this game (probably eating breakfast naked on a Saturday morning), but it’s been around for about a year and a half now.


The Game:
The game is built around these small notes we leave throughout our lives. Each of us writes our own notes on colored paper, and leaves them wherever we want to. If the other finds a note that’s on your colored paper, they have to do whatever your note says. The notes are small and folded in a way that they can’t be read from the outside, and they’re sealed with double-sided tape. There’s no way to read the content without damaging the note. The notes sometimes have things that have to be done immediately, and sometimes things that have a time or condition.

There are only a few rules:

  1. If you find a note, you must open it on the spot.
  2. We each started with 10 notes hidden. Once I find a note of hers, I’m allowed to put another one out into the world. At that point, she has 9 hidden and I have 11. This way, the notes self-balance. The more she finds of mine, the less of mine there are and the more of hers.
  3. Be fair. Exceptions are always made to accommodate current circumstances, but we try hard to honor the intent of the notes we find.

Examples:
Before we started for the first time, each of us wrote about 15 or 20 notes. That way we would have some extra to put out as soon as we found some of the other’s.

Some of the ones she wrote:
“Sneak away somewhere and take 5 naughty pictures. Send them to my phone.”
“The next time we’re at a movie, play with me in the dark.”
“Come find me and go down on me on the spot, without warning.”
“Transform our bedroom without me knowing. Candles, music, lighting, scents, all of it. Make love to me all night.”

Some of the ones I wrote:
“Starting right now, you’re not allowed to wear underwear for a week.”
“Come find me and see how fast you can make me cum, anything is allowed.”
“Write a nasty fantasy and send it to me.”
“The next time we leave the house, we each have to cum before we can go home.”
“Play with yourself until you’re dripping wet. Take your clothes off, come hunt me down, put me on the nearest flat surface, and ride my face.”

How it plays out:
The great thing is that, even though we wrote our own notes, we never know when the other will find them. We can hide them in places that are obvious and short-term like in a wallet or under the toothpaste. We can also hide them in places that we know are going to take a while to find, like in the wrong month of a wall calendar or in the battery compartment of a remote control. A lot of times we’ve forgotten we even asked for what’s happening until we’re pleasantly (very) surprised!

It kinda goes like this (true story). I’m in the garage working on a project. It’s been a couple weeks since I’ve really been out here working, but it’s nice to be in the thick of a wood project again. I’m digging through my toolbox for something and I catch a flash of bright blue tucked in the back. I grin because I know that color (her color)… I pull it out of the drawer, tear it open, and read what it says. It’s a simple one: “Come find me and have sex with me somewhere in the house we never have before”. At first I thought to myself that there aren’t any undefiled places in our house, but then really think about it. Every closet? Every hallway? Every bedroom? The garage itself? Anyways, I went inside and found her entirely oblivious. She knew I found a note as soon as I took her hand and led her upstairs, but she still didn’t know which note I found. We fucked on the floor of a spare room that we use for crafts and made a really fun goofy time of it!

Anyways, It never really gets old! Over time the notes have gotten more creative, but we’ve also reused plenty of them! A couple times people have found one at our house, but they just ask “what’s this?” and we say “ah must be trash from something”. I feel like no one would just go opening a piece of scrap paper that was clearly taped shut… I think one time a friend of mine found a blue note. It was secretly amusing to me that someone else unsuspectingly delivered my fate to me…

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George B. J. Martin

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