A better kind of Halo

“Game?” Intrigued, you raise one eyebrow and smile at Rachel, “What kind of game?”

“Halo, actually,” Rachel teases you as the two of you stand in the kitchen, your dick having swollen to nearly full hardness due to watching your essentially naked girlfriend move about her curvy body on full display.

“Halo?” You deadpan, “I mean, I like it, Rachel, but I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘special’ or anything.”

“...Just follow me, John,” Shaking her head in mock frustration, Rachel shoots you a big smile and grabs you by the hand. Though her appearance is quite distracting, you do notice that she’s picked up your egg timer.

“So, like I said,” Rachel explains as you leads you into the living room and gives you a light push that sends you falling into the couch, “Halo, but a special version of it.”

“Really?” Though you’re still intrigued, you’re also far more interested in the sight of Rachel sauntering up to the TV and bending over to start your console, something which involves her upper body dropping far down and her juicy ass being pushed out towards you, all of it reminding you of what was going on the very night before you first became a couple. Rachel seems to be thinking about the same thing, and moans happily while shaking her bubble butt at you before straightening up and joining you in the couch as quickly as her high heels can take her there.

“So, a special game, huh?” You ask as Rachel leaps in next to you in the couch, snuggling up tight and placing one hand on your stomach while her chest rubs against your side.

“Uh-huh,” First giving you a quick kiss, Rachel leans away from you to pick up one of the controllers from the couch table, something which you take advantage of by reaching in and grabbing her from behind.

“Are you going to tell me about it?” You ask Rachel this while making her yelp with surprise as you pull her towards you, then drop her down on-top of your lap so your bulging erection is pushing against her pussy and ass from below.

“I-I was going to!” Rachel cries out, one hand reaching out blindly behind her for support and finding your shoulder, which she holds onto whilst beginning to grind herself against your cock.
“Oh, and what’s stopping you?” Knowing that the smile you’re sporting probably looks as downright evil as you sound, you reach in and wrapping one hand round the shaft of Rachel’s dick, quickly stroking her hard and then sliding your fingers in underneath her balls to find her damp little pussy.

“John!” Rachel cries out, bucking against you when you find her clit.

“Sorry, honey,” you pull your fingers back to instead give Rachel’s right thigh a loving squeeze, “I’ll let you finish now…”

“I was going to finish if you only kept doing that!” Rachel exclaims, again feigned annoyance before craning her neck to smile lovingly at you.

“Sorry,” You say again, just before Rachel turns round a little so she can lean in and kiss you.

“Don’t be…” Rachel’s smile is still there when she pulls away, “Now where was I?”

“You were still trying to explain this game of yours,” you remind Rachel.

“Right, someone keeps making me lose my chain of thought,” Rachel’s purring as she rubs her ass against the tent in your shorts.

“Sorry,” You smile up at Rachel.

“Again, don’t be,” This time, Rachel kisses you on the cheek, “Though it’s probably better if I got off.”

“Your lap, I mean,” She specifies as soon as she sees you start opening your mouth to speak, and lets out a giggle afterwards.

“Well you’re no fun,” It’s now your turn to pretend to be annoyed as Rachel dismounts you to slip down next to you again.

“Anyway, the game…” Rachel begins.

“Oh sure, change the topic of conversation, why don’t you,” Your teasing gets you a giggle from Rachel and a soft kiss right in the middle of your chest.

“First I was thinking we’d play Strip Halo, but…” Rachel begins, then lets her voice fade away in a remarkably suggestive fashion.

“That would involve us actually having to put clothes on,” You fill out for her.

“Exactly.”

“And we don’t want that.”

“Absolutely not,” Rachel nods her head and gives you an impish smile as her hands travels down over your stomach and flips loose the top button of your shorts.

“So instead…”

“We’re going to play Sexual Forfeit Halo,” Rachel explains.

“Ah, good old SFH,” You grin.

“Oh, so you’re familiar with it?”

“Of course,” You lie, and Rachel knows it, which is why she’s giggling at you, “Just remind of the rules, would you?”

“We’re playing **** matches,” Rachel begins giving you the rules, “and whoever loses a match has to perform a sex act of the winner’s choice. Nothing that the loser wouldn’t enjoy, of course.”

“It’s a good thing then that you seem to enjoy giving me blowjobs, honey,” you deadpan.

“Cheeky devil!” Rachel’s entire face lights up in her latest smile as she laughs at your overconfidence.

“But if the winner cums within fifteen minutes, HE,” Rachel stresses the last word before continuing, “will have to perform a sex act on the loser as punishment.”

“Honestly, Rachel, I don’t know where you come up with this,” You tease Rachel.

“Years of sexual frustration that went into overdrive when I moved in with you?” Rachel suggests. It’s meant as a joke, but it reminds you of how long it’s been now since Rachel last called herself a freak or otherwise seemed ashamed of her extra equipment. And that makes you stop the light-hearted teasing to instead plant a tender kiss on top of Rachel’s head.

“I love you, Rachel,” you tell her.

“I know. Every bit as much as I love you,” Rachel replies, with equal sincerity, then forms her lips back into a naughty grin, “Now lose those shorts, mister!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Giving Rachel a salute, you stand up and quickly undo the front of your shorts, shaking your hips to make them come sliding down your legs while your stiff cock shoots out into the open and ends up pointing straight at Rachel.

“Careful where you point that thing, John!” Rachel giggles, as she leans in closer and places one hand on your shaft, “Or else I might show up at my parents’ place wearing an eye patch…”

“God, imagine trying to explain that to them,” you mutter, after experiencing the strange sensation of laughing hard whilst butt-naked and sporting wood.

“I’d rather you sat down so we could get this game started,” Rachel suggests, and caresses your cockhead.
Smiling happily, you grab your controller and sits down next to Rachel, who gives you another quick kiss on the lips before getting the game started.