Game, Sex, Match (F/L)
(F) – This story contains a roleplay fantasy of extra-marital sexual activity.
(L) – This story contains strong language.
This is a fantasy I have where I imagine meeting my wife for the first time.
Some context for the story: My wife LOVES to masturbate with fingers and toys, massaging and squeezing her breasts with one hand as she pleasures herself downstairs with the other. She also loves it when I “warm-her-up” (her words) by fingering her during foreplay, massaging her tits and sucking her nipples.
My wife was away recently, and when we’re apart, I often fantasize about her pleasuring herself. I LOVE it when she tells me that she’s masturbating, sends me pictures, audio or video of her pleasuring herself, and masturbates in front of me. I am so glad that God has designed our bodies for pleasure, and I believe that there should be no shame or condemnation for us masturbators who are in Christ Jesus (Romans 8:1). So I encourage you to get to pleasuring yourselves, friends. I mean, you’re horny and reading Marriage Heat, aren’t you?
Thank you God for the gifts of sexual pleasure, masturbation and orgasm! I hope you enjoy the story.
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Mmm, this is gonna taste so good! I thought to myself as I momentarily balanced the pizza box on one hand and hit the “up” button outside the elevator.
“Do you have anyone to share that with?” asked a bright female voice. I turned around, and my jaw dropped. Not from the boldness of her question, although I immediately loved her confidence. No, it was the sight of her that made my heart stop.
“Um,” I stammered, thinking, Is this some kind of joke? I nervously replied, “I don’t.” My voice sounded flat and unenthusiastic.
She raised a questioning and possibly flirtatious eyebrow. “Well are you gonna share it with me?”
My head was spinning. I looked down at the pizza box, swallowed hard, looked up at her radiant blue eyes, and replied as brightly as I could, “You bet!”
She grinned and said with her sparkling voice, “Only if we can watch the tennis!”
I could feel the sweat on my palms as I was desperately grasped for some confidence that could match hers. “You bet!” I mustered again, blushing at my unoriginality, hoping she didn’t notice my red cheeks as I smiled weakly at her.
The elevator dinged and the door opened. I stepped aside and gestured for her to go in first. She giggled as she put her hand on my back and pulled me alongside her into the elevator. That was so unexpected, I stumbled over myself a little and nearly spilled the pizza!
As I composed myself, she stuck out a hand in greeting, grinning. “I’m Jeanie!”
“Hey Jeanie,” I said, voice breaking. “I’m Hugo.” I shook her hand, hoping she couldn’t feel the sweat.
“Ooohhh, Huuuugo,” she replied eyes wide. “I have a….” and then her voice trailed off and her head rocked back as she cackled wildly.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” I asked, grinning at her infectious laugh.
She contained herself and said, “Oh, it’s nothing…”
“So,” I ventured, “You like tennis?”
“You bet!” she replied, as if mimicking me, and then she playfully punched me on the arm, which confirmed my suspicions. It seemed like she was flirting with me, and I liked it.
I couldn’t believe it. What was happening? I thought I was going to have a quiet, lonely night watching the game, and then all of a sudden, this down-to-earth, drop-dead gorgeous comedian Princess walks into the elevator with me! I pinched myself to make sure this wasn’t all a dream. But she noticed and laughed at me, cupped her hands on my face, and with convincing eyes said, “I’m real, Hugo!”
The she turned her attention from me to the pizza. “What flavour is it?” she asked, sniffing the air.
“Mediterranean”, I smiled.
“Oh thanks!” she said, taking the box from me. “What are you gonna have?” She burst out laughing again, almost spilling the pizza! “Just kidding,” she said, punching my arm again—still playful, but harder this time, and right in the same spot. I hoped my grin hid my grimace.
“Ding” went the elevator as its door opened, and we stepped out into the hotel hallway.
“Down this way” I beckoned towards my room.
As I swiped the access card I tried to remember the state of my hotel room when I left it. Opening the door, I was relieved to find it reasonably tidy. The couch in front of the TV had some of my clothes on it. I quickly bundled them up and threw them on the bed.
“Nice bed!” Jeanie giggled, and I didn’t know where to look. She put the pizza box on the coffee table between the couch and the TV, opened up the box, and took out a slice. “Mmm,” she mumble-moaned, mouth full. “This is sooooo goooood Hugo!”
I went over to the bar fridge, opened it, and asked, “Would you like a beer Jeanie?”
“Yes please, love,” she replied with a British accent, and laughed again.
I took two open beers over to the table and plonked down on the couch. “Well Jeanie,” I sighed deeply, “this is quite the lovely surprise!”
“Don’t read too much into it,” she grinned. “I couldn’t let you have all that pizza to yourself! Surely you don’t want to just watch tennis, but play it too?”
“Yeah,” I agreed, and reached for a piece. She’d already found the remote and had put on a game. The rhythmic sounds of the players hitting the ball back and forth began to calm my racing heart.
I looked down and noticed that Jeanie’s short skirt had ridden up quite high as she sat, but she didn’t seem to mind, and neither did I. Jeanie had amazing legs!
One hand was stuffing pizza into a hungry mouth that was continuing to moan with flavour-pleasure. It certainly was tasty pizza. What I noticed her other hand doing excited me immensely. She had it rested right in the middle of her crotch.
I was trying to watch the TV, but out of the corner of my eye I noticed the subtle movements of her fingers and hands. Then at one moment when the screen was dark and I could see us reflected in the screen, I saw something in that reflection blew. My. Mind.
Although my view was obstructed from alongside of her, in the TV’s reflection I could see that she’d pulled a racy-red g-string to one side, to give her access to her slippery lips. I watched the vague image in the reflection, aroused and amazed, and wondered if her moans were actually about the taste of the pizza after all!
She seemed to be having a really good time, and I noticed the movement of her fingers increasing in speed. Her hand moved from circling her clit to sliding down along her wet lips to her opening, which she circled and plunged into from time to time, and then back up to her clit. I swallowed hard and felt a rising in my pants.
Now that she’d had her fill of pizza, she was using her free hand to massage her breast, first from the outside of her top. Now I knew for sure that the moaning was not just for the pizza. Then she leaned forward, put a hand up the back of her shirt to unclasp her bra, and then plunged that hand into the cleavage of her tight, low-cut top to massage the skin of her breast.
She looked down at the tent of my crotch and grinned, “How are you doing, Huge-o?”
I blushed, and replied, “Suffice it to say, I’m very aroused!”
“Yeah you are! And so am I!” she said, before moaning with pleasure again.
“Actually…” she said, looking me in the eye. “Would you like to have a go?”
“Wh-wh-what do you mean?” I stammered, my heart racing with amazement at what I thought she was asking me to do. This was confirmed when she answered by gently grabbing my hand and placed it on her wet crotch. I’d never felt a slippery pussy before, and this felt AMAZING!
She placed her fingers on top of mine, and slowly guided my hand to gently touch her clit, then slide down her sloppy lips to find her opening. All of a sudden, she curled my middle and index finger inside of her.
“Stroke the inside of my wall,” she commanded. “Yeah,” she moaned, “just like that. Keep going,” she moaned, breathing hard. “Don’t stop!”
I found a steady rhythm and she rested her head back on the couch, looking like she was in bliss.
“Ohh, yes, Hugo! I love what you’re doing to me. Go harder, faster!”
I obeyed and plunged my fingers in as deep as I could. She was so wet that each time I went out and in with my fingers, her sloppy cunt made the sexiest wet sounds I’d ever heard. My cock had never felt this big before, and it hurt to have it pressed hard against my pants!
As I continued plunging in and out, Jeanie sat up, grabbed my face and pashed me violently. I was swept away. Her lips tingled on mine, and her strong, wet tongue swirled and twirled with mine.
I continued to finger her firmly, just as she demanded. While I did, she vigorously rubbed her clit. Her back arched more and more as the intensity of our rubbing increased.
Her moans got louder and louder. “YES! FUCK! FUCK YES! GOD YES!” She slipped further and further down the couch, and then she screamed, “FUCK FUCK Oh GOD YES, YESS, YESSS!” An abundance of juice squirted out of her all over my aching hand and onto the floor.
“OH!!” she gasped, breathing hard. “Oh HUGO!!” she said again breathlessly. “Thank you. So. Much. You are THE BEST!” And she kissed me hard again. “You’re welcome, love,” I said in a British accent, grinning.
Loved the story! I really hope you write a sequel to continue the sex-fun! Essentially this is a role play story n my wife n I love role play! For us, role play leads to some of the most intense fucking/lovemaking etc!
Sorry, no.
I see nothing wrong with seeing another masturbating.
But sexual contact of another I believe should be confined to marriage.
From: “Would you like to have a go?”
The answer should have been, "no", unless already married.
Sarah K
[From MH: Sorry Sarah K, there may have been a misunderstanding here. Of course, we agree that sexual contact is appropriate only within marriage. However, based on the introduction the author wrote about this story, we understood this to be sexual play between a married couple who was simply roleplaying a first-meeting scenario (not acting it out), which is within the bounds of content we have allowed in the past. Sorry if that was not communicated clearly enough!]
As I’ve said, the story came across to me as clearly a role play of a married couple. The last paragraph definitely implies that. I guess the story could have mentioned in that last paragraph that the couple were indeed married.
Maybe I was a bit harsh.
I focused on "This is a fantasy I have where I imagine meeting my wife for the first time."
With that in mind, I thought, no, depicts activity that should be reserved for marriage.
Otherwise, as a fantasy about your wife, I loved it.
I like the context, that your wife loves to masturbate.
Good on her, that is a good blessing and lovely to hear.
Cheers
Sarah K
BTW MH, this is one of the hottest accompanying pictures you’ve ever posted. (IMHO)
I could almost write a story using that alone as inspiration. Just what is she thinking, seeing, and feeling? And just what is she about to do?
Yes KM I agree. The picture is a perfect match for the story.
Sex + Pizza + Tennis…. It’s a CUMtastic trifecta!! 💟
This was a great story. It is true that roleplay stories can mess with our mind a bit, although when read in the right context sure can be fun. My wife and I have tried acting out different scenarios and find it very difficult to stay in our assigned role. We have always found the end results to be quite wonderful though. I guess we should practice more.
And yes that picture! MH how do you always find the perfect picture.
One of the hurdles we had to jump as a couple and looking back on it we're both glad we did.
Was the acceptance of the fact that we as human beings will find other people attractive. It doesn't mean we don't love our spouse it just means that there are things we find attractive about another person.
And much like every other aspect of life, we have in our life this attraction needs to be contained.
One of the methods for us is complete and open honesty between us. This means we have to quell another sin, jealousy.
Creating a place between us where we are able to openly and freely discuss everything and anything sexual without fear of judgment or loss has been a game changer in our marriage and sexual life.
And whether others like it or not within our relationship. We will at times role play where one or both are someone else often that one or both find attractive.
And, I might add if anybody has seen our comments or writings anywhere else.
I have been honest about the fact that although I am not a lesbian and have never had lesbian sex, ( although I have come close a few times) I do find women attractive.
And there have been times where my husband M. And I agreed on how attractive a woman might be. Or a man, for that matter!
I know people would look at this as an indulgence of infidelity. For the two of us we consider it to be an indulgence of our personal enjoyment.
Much as using a toy during our mutual sex may lead to references of an extra playmate.
Truth and honesty are Paramount in a monogamous marriage.
The ability to express and to indulge one another in order to bring them satisfaction and keep your sex life healthy.
Lady L. 💋
Lady L., you’ve hit the nail on the head with this one—truth and honesty really are the bedrock of a hot, thriving marriage! I love how you and M. have carved out this space where you can be real about finding others attractive without it shaking your bond. That’s a game-changer, and it takes guts to ditch the jealousy and lean into trust like that. Your take on roleplay as a way to indulge each other’s enjoyment? Brilliant. It’s like you’ve unlocked a secret door to keeping things spicy while staying totally faithful.
Reading your words got me nodding along, thinking about my own marriage. My wife and I have danced around that same truth—yeah, we’re human, and other people catch our eye sometimes. For me, it’s less about acting on it and more about channeling that heat back into us. Like, I’ve got this fantasy where I imagine sharing her with a buddy of mine, Jake. It’s not real—never will be—but picturing him drooling over her curves, those hips I can’t get enough of, lights me up. I’ve told her about it during our intimate moments, and she’ll tease me, “Oh, you’d love that, huh?” with this wicked grin. Gets her wet, gets me hard, and next thing you know, we’re going at it like animals. No third wheel needed—just the idea fuels us.
Your bit about toys as an “extra playmate” vibe resonates too. We’ve got this vibrator she loves, and sometimes I’ll work it on her, imagining it’s someone else joining in, while I’m kissing her neck and telling her how sexy she is. She’ll moan louder, egging me on, and it’s like we’re sharing this wild, safe little world. It’s all about indulging her pleasure—and mine—without crossing any lines. And hey, I get it on the women thing—my wife’s caught me staring at a gorgeous gal before, and she’ll just smirk and say, “She’s hot, right?” No judgment, just us being real. Keeps the fire roaring.
You’re so right—monogamy doesn’t mean pretending you’re blind. It’s about owning those attractions, talking it out, and turning it into something that makes your sex life explode. You and M. sound like you’ve mastered that balance. Hats off to you both—here’s to keeping it honest and hot! 💥