My Gamer Husband – Making Love To My Husband - Sex Stories

My Gamer Husband – Making Love To My Husband

Making Love To My Husband If I had to describe my husband Michael in one word, it would be this: nerdy. He’s possibly one of the nerdiest guys I’ve ever met. Not that it’s a bad thing. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. See, I’m a nerd as well. While I don’t game as much as he does, I’m a huge sci-fi, as well as fantasy fan. This making love to my husband story takes place when one day he decided to teach me how to play Skyrim, one of his RP games that he thought I’d like. So, we sat down in front of our PlayStation, and he set the game up for me. I won’t go into the specifics of my character, but we then commenced playing. It’s quite an interesting game. But about an hour into playing, I could sense him becoming restless, and thinking he wanted to play, I paused the game. As I did, he almost tackled me, kissing me hard as his hands held my face. I let out a slight squeal of surprise but kissed him back. He gave my shoulders a gentle push until I was laying on the ground; he was lying on top of me and resting his hips between my legs. “Hmm,” I hummed as I felt his raging boner against my thigh, “What has you all hot and bothered, Mikey? Do you like watching sexy wood elves slay dragons?” I teased, kissing his neck and nibbling his earlobe. He let out a moan as I did so, grinding his hips into mine. “You’re so sexy,” he mumbled, kissing my neck, sucking and biting, no doubt leaving a hickey behind (he likes to mark me, so that other guys know I’m taken). I felt my pussy ...

... dampen, reaching one hand down to rub at his crotch. “N-no, st-stop,” he moaned. “What?” I asked as he grabbed my hand to stop my movement. “If you do that, I’m gonna blow,” he whispered, embarrassed. I looked up at him as he dipped his fingers into my shorts, running a fingertip over my slit. He let out a soft moan as he felt how wet I had already gotten. He used the juices he had gathered to rub at my clit in gentle circles, making me moan and arch up into his chest. He removed my shorts completely, sliding one finger into me. I moaned louder, feeling him move it in and out at a slow pace. I felt as his finger curled up, searching for what I have only heard of before, and I could see him getting flustered as he continued to try and find it and failed. “Mikey, it’s okay if you don’t—oh!!” I gasped, curling my fingers into his soft blond hair. I saw him smirk as he brought his lips to mine, in a slow, lazy kiss. I could feel the pleasure building and knew I wouldn’t last much longer. He used his thumb to rub my clit, and that sent me over the edge. I clenched around his fingers, coating it with my juices. Once I came down from my orgasm, he pulled his finger out and licked it clean. I looked down at his crotch to see his pants were painfully tight. Using my feet, I pushed down his sweat pants, taking his boxers with them. His length slapped up against his stomach, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it, seeing the tip already coated with pre-cum. He gripped his cock and rubbed it ...