"Okay, I understand wanting to make the characters more realistic looking, but did they really have to make her boobs jiggle around like that?" Sara asked her boyfriend as he played his new fighting game. Matt's character, a black haired woman wearing a skintight red body suit and wielding a pair of katanas, was facing off against another woman; one wearing what looked like part of a purple swim suit. The top of it just barely held in a gigantic pair of breasts that seemed to bounce with the character's least little movement.
Sara looked down at her own chest. She was no slouch in the tits department, having a pair of DD's herself. She again looked over at Matt. He loved his video games. They had met as college seniors two years ago, and even then he was a game afficionado. When he was in the zone, he was really in the zone. Even now his face was wearing a mask of pure concentration; his green eyes locked on the TV screen and his jaw set with determination. He didn't even even seem to notice a few rogue strands of his black hair that were about to fall in his face. "Dunno, babe," he said. "I'm a little busy making sure she doesn't turn me into minced meat with that bladed whip of hers."
"Oooh, a bladed whip," Sara teased. "Sounds kinky."
"Sounds painful." Matt's character blocked a few attacks, and then he launched an attack of his own, grabbing his opponent and hitting her multiple times with his swords. A few well placed hits caused the well endowed game character's shoulder armor to shatter.
"You can strip them, too?" Sara asked. "Are they gonna fuck at the end, or is this not that kind of game?" The thought of a video game where the characters could actually fuck after a fight was Sara's kind of game. "Play as one of the guys next, Matt. I want to see if the programmers gave them huge cocks." It may have been said in jest, but it did make Sara's pussy start to tingle.
Matt shot a look over at his girlfriend. He knew that she was both joking and serious at the same time. "You can't get them naked, Sara," he said.
"Have you tried?"
"Yes," he added under his breath.
"Perv," she said with a playful swat to the arm.
"Hey! I'm in a fight for my life here," he said with a laugh. A few more blocks, parries, and hits with his swords was all it took. His enemy had been defeated. The next thing he and Sara saw was a close up of Matt's character from the chest up. "Oh look, her high beams are on." Sure enough, they could both see her nipples poking through her uniform.
"Well, they are outdoors, you know."
Sara quietly excused herself and went into their bedroom. She took a quick look at herself in the full length mirrored closet doors. Sure she wasn't as lithe as the virtual vixens her boyfriend was engaged in simulated combat/foreplay with, but she thought she was at least slightly good looking. She had piercing blue eyes, fire red hair, and the aforementioned big tits that always got her looks from passersby, male and female alike. Her breasts got in the way a lot, but not when it came to what she was in the mood for now. "Okay, Matt, we've seen how good you are with your controller, but let's see how you are with your joystick."
Matt was about to select another opponent and combat arena when Sara came back in. "So you like to see huge knockers that bounce, honey?" she coyly asked. She was wearing only a pair of green panties. "Try these on for size." She put her hands behind her head and shook her chest, making her tits sway from side to side. She then cupped one of them, lifted it up to her face, and slowly licked her own nipple.
Matt had heard about some gamers who would forego sex for their games, but he wasn't one of them. He fumbled with his controller, making sure his progress was saved before turning off the console. He stood, his now hard cock making a tent in his loose fitting shorts, took Sara in his arms, and attacked her lips with his own. Their lips parted, allowing their tongues to duel much like the combatants in Matt's game had. His hands slip down her back and grabbed the mounds of her ass, causing her to sigh.
