Gf [F] walks in on [M]e jerking it to Overwatch hentai. Best mistake of my life.

This one could be slightly embarrassing to admit, but fuck it.

I was working from home a lot during this time, making videos for clients. My girlfriend, Kris, works just around the corner at a daycare. She gets an hour for lunch, so when I’m home, she’ll drive back here and we’ll eat together. Her lunch break time isn’t strict, just generally from 11-noon.

As any guy knows, if you leave him alone for more than 2 hours with work to do, he’ll end up jerking off sooner or later. I had the Overwatch League on in the background, so I was half-watching that while working. If you don’t know the game, its female characters are uhhhh, let’s say a bit sexually emphasized. Exaggerated boob bounce animations, plump asses, cute voices. It’s one of the most rule 34’d games–maybe IPs–ever, I’m pretty sure.

Kris and I also haven’t had sex in a few days, so I needed a quick release to get my focus back. I decide to see what the busy Overwatch porn community’s got going on lately. Scrolling down, I see this one particular GIF of one of the characters, Dva, who’s got the most fan art I think. [She’s a cute, slim, busty Korean girl] (http://blog.miccostumes.com/wp-content/uploads/ov-dva.jpg) wearing a headset, has lines painted on her face, and wears a purple bodysuit.

Now, it should be said that my work computer is in the living room, where my front door is located. Yep. So, I finish doing my thing and get up to use the bathroom. I’m a moron so I forget to *close the browser window*. Who do you think is off on lunch early? Kris walks in to see my computer presenting a matinee of D.va getting pounded by a POV dick on loop. It’s not like Kris doesn’t know I watch porn–but I think I’d also be a bit taken aback walking in on the knowledge that my partner gets off to some 3D rendered fucking.

“Ohhhh…” I hear her from the living room. Ayyyyyyyeeeesh. What’s funny is that she’s the one who got me into the game. We play together a lot, we even went to see the League games in person. Now, I’m pretty sure whenever we play, the image of me jerking it to the e-girls pops into her brain.

She was quiet for the majority of the lunch break. We sometimes have quickies on these breaks, so maybe she was wondering why I didn’t just wait for her? Don’t know. When she got back to work, she texted me saying that she didn’t mean to make me feel awkward, just didn’t know what to say. I said it was just a spur of the moment thing and I don’t look at that very often, which is true. We kind of just let time bury it.

Fast forward to the morning of my birthday a couple months later. Before I head to work, I see a love note on the counter saying to be ready for gifts and dinner when I come home, yadda yadda, signed with what looked like an outline of a rabbit head. I didn’t think anything of it, just smiled.
On my ride home, I call her and start our usual light, flirty conversation, but she seems pissed or distracted. I ignore it and continue. She’s stiff and short with me. What the hell? I ask her what’s wrong, she says “nothing” in that way that makes every boyfriend sigh. Greeeeeat birthday.

“Well, I’m pulling in now, I guess.” I hang up, park, and walk in. Iit sounds like she’s not even here, and she’s off work for like a half hour by now. “Hello? Where are you?”

I hear her voice from the bedroom: “Dinner’s going to take a few more minutes. You should just shower now.”

In my head, I had pictured us showering together for my birthday with candles and romantic shit. But fuck me, I guess. She’s in a mood which is obviously more important to her. I shake my head and take one of those showers where you hype up your own anger like you’re the supportive friend of a brokenhearted romcom girlfriend. A bunch of “if they gonna act that way, fuck em. You don’t need em” type mantras are runnin’ through my head.

Faucet off, towel on. I’m grabbing my phone to check messages from family when I see her. Dressed in a tight purple one-piece leotard, sleeveless and with a waning down to a V to cup her pussy, topped with a neck collar and a white rabbit head on the chest, she slowly raises off the bed.

I’m pretty sure [this is the exact one] (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61bsd2lhRLL._AC_UY741_.jpg). She’s wearing her gaming headset and a pair of white gloves is revealed from behind her back. It isn’t *full* cosplay since she’s missing the jet black hair, but her natural red hair and light freckles on her face are even better. She walks toward me with a stern expression, her slender legs and wide hips on point, and forcibly draws down the towel around my waist.

I’m clamored up and unable to really even *think* about starting a sentence. Just smiled stupidly, if I remember. Her gloves run down my chest and her tongue slides in my mouth in the bathroom doorway. She leads to the bedroom, her thick ass swallowing up the bottom of the leotard as each step makes a cheek jiggle. She sits me down at the edge of the bed and plays with my hair, rubs my cheek like she’s toying with her prey, and sways her body side to side to music that isn’t playing as her other hand trends south.

There’s no pussyfooting, for lack of a better word. No slow strokes. She pumps me so demandingly, her tits bouncing with the motion, that I had to really fight cumming.

My legs are ripped apart and in one motion, she squats down and inhales my cock. Her painted face and mascara shine in the bedroom lights, and I know we like to get poetic on here, but the most accurate way to put it is that she just *gargles* my cock like she’s on a stage. Our moans collide and my upper body falls onto the bed–but I need to watch her. We guys would love to lay back and get blown, but we *need* to watch you. Especially in these circumstances.

I fought for as long as I could, but had to warn her what was gonna happen in a few.

“Yeah?” she coos. “You can cum now if you want to. Or, you can bend me over first.” I pop straight up and toss her over the foot of the bed, onto my towel. The leotard gets forced to the side, and my cock gets forced inside her slobbering pussy after a few priming pumps to open her small hole. Her body arches and moans grow louder. The suit around her pussy starts darkening with puddles.

Now, I don’t know if she thinks I have some weeb-crush on this character (no judgment if you do), but I really just wanted to get off when I pulled up the hentai. But the fact that she secretly bought this outfit and put so much effort into trying to meet my “fantasy” was fucking awesome.

I still remember the bobbing of the back of her head and headphones as I was reaming her soft round ass. Before I cumm, she pulls me out and jerks me off into her waiting tongue.

10/10 would nerf again (and recently did)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/db2jwx/gf_f_walks_in_on_me_jerking_it_to_overwatch