Game is simple: Blindfold one woman, and me and the rest take turns fucking her, and see if she can guess if its my real dick, or her friends with a strapon.
That reminds me of “A Frolic at Lord A.’s” in
My Secret Life, the eleven-volume autobiography of a sex-mad Victorian gentleman called Walter.
In Volume 2 Chapter XIV he describes a dinner party at which the guests (three men and three women) begin discussing a divorce case that was making the headlines at the time.
A husband came home earlier than usual and found his wife in bed with another man. He sued for divorce on the grounds of infidelity. His wife contested the divorce, claiming that she’d gone to bed early, fallen asleep, and thought that it was her husband who was fucking her -- until she heard him come in the front door and realized that it couldn’t be him.
The ladies at the dinner party dismissed the woman’s story as unbelievable, insisting that any woman would know that the cock inside her wasn’t her husband’s. A cheerful debate followed, along with much drinking. The men challenged the women to prove that, in the dark, they could tell one cock from another. In a pitch-dark room the ladies stood in a row and the men approached them in turn, trouserless and erect. The ladies had no trouble identifying their husband/partner. So the men revised the challenge, the servants were dismissed for the night, and the three drunken couples had at it on the bedroom floor, the ladies once again scoring full marks.