Lol naked twister has been a thing as long as I can remember. As said above, be naked and have friends play. A huge bonus would be if all parties involved are ok with sexual contact regardless of who was doing it. I have a couple of friends that if we were all playing naked twister, if I had a cock near my face, I would have a hard time not sucking it
Play a strip twister with extra rules: I did something similar in which we all started with all our clothes. We added rules where if you went on blue you would need to take a shot, and red meant you needed to remove clothing, if you fell you also needed to take something off and could get back on provided you took something off. If you fell and were already naked you were out. And at the end everyone would need to do a punishment decided by the winner. During the game touching others was allowed(Like licking or stroking them to distract them, not pushing them over) More fun with more than 2 people
If I was younger and had some good friends to play twister, would be a great game for everyone, I think...lol
About 15 years ago, my friend at work says his sister just got a job at the company and asked if I could take her out for lunch and show her around because he was leaving for an assignment at another location. He gives her my number and on the first day of work she calls me to see if I wanted to go to lunch with her. I meet her and she is absolutely drop dead gorgeous..like every guy in the hallway or outside bumps into a wall or another person watching her walk by. So, at lunch, I can't remember now how it came up, but she said that she loved to play naked Twister in college. Now my friend comes from a strict Catholic family and he had told me what a good girl & innocent his sister was. I'm like, ok, she hid it well from him. No big deal about naked Twister I guess. She then tells me how in college everyone was always naked. Not my college experience at all, but ok, times had changed. Then she stuns me with the following and very bluntly: I love anal, but I usually have to be drunk. Omg. Did she really say that or is it just my mind playing tricks on me. I have to confirm to make sure. I said, pardon? She says, yes, I love anal. It feels so good and makes me feel so dirty. Jesus Christ. We keep talking and now we're walking back to the office. She says that she needs to get something in her car. I say fine. When we get to her car, she leans over and I see her g-string. I can see a tramp stamp tat. I said interesting tat and she says, do you want to see it? If anyone is old enough to remember the Honeymooners, I felt like Ralph Kramden. Huminahumina or whatever he used to mumble. I said yes and she takes off her jeans. Jesus Christ. She's now bent over in just her skimpy pink g-string. I'm must mind-blown at this point. Anyway, we just walk back to work. A couple of days later, my friend calls and says, "what did you think of Linda"? I told him that she was really cool, but was surprised about her tat. He says, there is no way she has a tattoo. You're just messing with me. I was like, yeah, ok. Whatever. I never told him about Naked Twister or about anal. He would have never believed me. A few weeks later, the three of us went to a baseball cam and the damn Kissing Cam landed on her and I. I quickly moved away because I was married and I could just see someone telling my wife that about me being on tv on a kissing cam during the baseball game. That night when the three of us left the game, my friend went his own way. The sister asked me if I wanted to hang out with her and she tried to kiss me. I backed away because I was married, but boy did I jerk off often thinking about it. In retrospect, my wife and I divorced and I was a loyal dumbass. Linda was hot as hell.
Thanks. I was probably married for 4 years at that point, so cheating wasn't an option in my mind. It wasn't my only temptation back then. A couple of years later I had this really pretty intern that had a crush on me, too. This girl had gotten a tattoo over the weekend and asked me if I wanted to see it. Before I could even say yes or no, she drops her jeans in my office to show me her tat. She was in her underwear. In near panic, I said my close my door and please leave. Omg, if anyone had walked by how would I explain that one? I had quite a few women at work and other places hit on me over the years. While married, it wasn't an option for me. It wasn't until I got separated many years later that I started to make up for lost time.
