Pandemic Cuckold Lockdown Ch 03

The following morning, I woke up from what I believed to be a very erotic dream. I look over to the side to see Zoey still asleep and then down towards my feet to see my morning wood in full glory.

Zoey looked more beautiful than ever as she slept. I kept replaying the events of last night in my head, watching her replay the actions almost in real time. I could not shake that gut-wrenching, yet so terribly turned-on, feeling I got imagining everything she did last night and has yet to do with Omar in this new and substantial shift in our relationship.

I was still a bit jealous that Omar got to receive such a hot and sloppy blowjob from my girlfriend, while I never have. And arguably, I likely never will, based on what she told me last night. Despite this, I was still so incredibly turned on by it. Something about the fact that he is able to have his massive cock sucked off by Zoey while I'm not was extremely arousing.

I wanted to wake Zoey up and fuck her right then and there, but then I remembered the condom fiasco last night and knew I needed to order some more and fast. I quickly ordered some on Amazon. In fact, I ordered two boxes so I could get free next-day delivery. I remembered when they had their "Prime Now" service, where they would deliver in two hours, and I really wished they hadn't discontinued that service, as I would have gladly paid the extra ten or so dollars to have them delivered ASAP.

So, per usual, I headed to the bathroom and did my usual fapping routine, vividly picturing all the potential things Omar and Zoey could (and likely now would) do. When I think about it, I had probably masturbated more in this past month than I had throughout my entire time in college, and all without porn, just my vivid imagination picturing my sexy girlfriend and my hung roommate.

After I was finished, I hopped in the shower. Within a few minutes, I heard Zoey come in to start her morning routine.

"You're up early," she said as she was washing her hands at the sink. I wiped away the fog on the glass of the shower and just smiled back at her. She got into the shower and gave me a warm, embracing hug from behind. I turned around to kiss her as her hand reached for my penis. Given that I just had a release, it wasn't going to get back up any time soon. Zoey tried effortlessly to get it up and then let out a pouting frown.

"Sorry, I already took care of that a few minutes ago," I said with a tone of defeat in my voice while seeing a shocked look on her face.

"Why?" She asked.

"Couldn't help it," I replied, while silently cursing myself for masturbating and missing out on a potential hand job.

"Did you think about Omar and me again?" She asked with an almost sadistic look on her face.

I just nodded, trying to hold back any shame I may have been portraying. Zoey's eyes brightened at this, and she then continued to prod me for specifics.

"Touch me while you tell me," she said as she guided my hand down between her legs.

I began rubbing her clit with my fingers while telling her how hot I thought it was that Omar could get his dick sucked any time he wanted by her while all I could do was beg and get denied.

She seemed to like this a lot, put her hands on my shoulders, and guided me down on my knees. She then moved my face towards her pussy and asked me to eat her out.

As I guided my tongue sensually along her vulva, she moaned loudly every few passes.

"Oh my God, don't stop, baby," she said with heightened passion in her voice.

I continued for a few minutes, feeling the hot shower pulsing on my back and her legs quiver with ecstasy once she finally had her release.

"Fuck that was amazing," she screamed as I slowly got back up on my feet.

We both showered awkwardly for the next several minutes before I finished and got out, leaving her to continue as she generally took longer showers than me.

---

I went to the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast when I saw that Omar's room was open. I decided to pop in the hallway and call out if he wanted anything.

"Making some coffee; you want any?" I asked.

"That would be great, thanks, man," he replied as I heard some papers shuffle from his room.

As I headed back to the kitchen, I could hear him coming out of his room. When I looked back, he had a huge smile on his face.

"I just got a promotion!" He said, elated.

"That's awesome, man, congrats!" I replied.

In reality, I did not know much about what Omar did for work. I knew the company he worked for and vaguely knew he did something related to finance; as for what specifically, I had no idea. So, to be quite frank, I really could not share his enthusiasm, and I really didn't feel like hearing him talk about work right now, though I was happy that he was happy.

"Thanks, man; I guess the whole being micromanaged thing paid off. Boss apparently loved my work and evidently never knew my individual contributions until now. It's ironic, given that I would see him almost every day and report directly to him, but I'm not complaining, though, haha. We have to celebrate tonight, I'm buying, or... ordering, I should say," he said with a chuckle.

"I'm down for that," I said, congratulating him again, yet a bit annoyed that he did not bring up last night. Though, in reality, I did not know why he would. It must still be awkward for him, so I would assume, but he certainly did not show it. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Omar grabbed a cup of coffee and headed back to his room as I continued making breakfast for Zoey and myself.

As I was finishing up breakfast, Zoey came out of the room wearing some excessively short ringer shorts with a tight black tanktop and no bra. The shorts accentuated her long toned legs and tight bubble butt, while the top showcased her firm perky breasts in all their glory. My mouth was literally watering at the sight of her.

I handed her a breakfast burrito, which she scarfed down in a few minutes and washed down with a cup of now lukewarm coffee.

"Thanks, babe. Gotta get back," she said as she cleared her plate and walked to the bedroom. Her shorts sat just below her ass cheeks, and it was a marvelous sight to see as she took long strides back to the bedroom.

---

As the work day progressed, I would occasionally see Zoey or Omar pop out of the room to grab something or another from the kitchen and common areas. At one point, they were both in the kitchen together, and I could feel the sexual tension between them all the way on the other side of the living room.

Zoey would give Omar a long, sensual smile, and he would do the same while eyeing her walk back. He likely witnessed the same sight I saw only hours earlier after breakfast. He briefly glanced at me with a sly smile, indicative (and implying to me) that he, too, appreciates the view. I smiled back and gave him a confirming nod.

I, of course, then had to take yet another "bathroom break," as the whole encounter just got me hot and bothered. As I entered our bedroom, Zoey called me over to her desk and stood up.

"Do you think Omar noticed I wasn't wearing any underwear?" She asked me with a seductively charged grin.

I raised my eyebrows in curiosity as I pulled the band of her shorts outwards and looked down, confirming that, no, she was not, in fact, wearing any underwear.

"Why are you so fucking sexy?" I asked, rhetorically, while grabbing her waist and softly kissing her. She just giggled and gave me a shrug. I turned her around and pulled down her shorts, bending her over at the waist.

"Babe, the condoms?" She asked.

Shit.

"I ordered more this morning. They will be here tomorrow," I said as she pulled her shorts back up and turned around.

"Bummer," she said, seemingly unphased, as she sat back down at her desk.

"But... you know what we could do," she said, gesturing between her legs as she slowly spread them apart.

I got down on my knees and slowly removed her shorts as she leaned back in her chair, ready for my oral embrace. At this point, I was eating Zoey out nearly every day, several times at times, and the more I did it, the more I loved it.

As I went down on her for the second time today, I did so with much more passion and vigor than I had earlier that morning. Something about her confidence, demeanor, and how she practically demanded I go down on her without actually saying it was such a turn-on.

She grabbed the back of my head and slowly ran her fingers through my hair as she moaned softly with each thrust of my tongue. Once she climaxed, she softly pushed me away.

"Thanks, babe," she said as she hiked her shorts back up and turned her attention back to her computer screen. My balls were aching hard at this point.

I awkwardly made my way to the bathroom and masturbated for likely the fourth time today.

---

Later that evening, I heard a knock at the door. I was a bit taken aback as we haven't had any visitors for quite some time. It wasn't until I had opened the door that I remembered who it could be. Behind the door was a young delivery driver wearing an N95 mask with two giant bags of food in his hand.

"Delivery for Omar?" he said, asking for confirmation.

"Yeah, thank you," I said as I grabbed the bags of food. I saw on the receipt that Omar had already left a more than generous tip for the driver as I saw him walk back towards his car.

Omar had ordered from a relatively upscale place in town that was known for its Mediterranean and South Asian cuisine.

"Oh sweet, food's here," Omar said while walking out of his room.

Zoey walked out in the same outfit from this morning. I couldn't help but think about how I had just eaten out her pussy a couple of hours earlier.

"Congrats on the promotion!" Zoey said while giving Omar a bear hug. I could see Zoey get on her tiptoes as she embraced her arms around Omar, with her ass perched perfectly outwards. Omar's hands slowly grazed Zoey's butt, which I found a bit exorbitant, but she seemed to be completely unphased, as was he. It was almost as if this was completely normal for them.

"I thought we could celebrate," said Omar as he gestured to the bags of food.

"Great, I'll open some wine," Zoey said as she headed toward the pantry.

As we devoured the plethora of food Omar had ordered, we had also killed two bottles of wine between the three of us and were all feeling quite tipsy.

"Smash?" Omar said out loud, implying that we play Super Smash Brothers on the Switch but not letting a good double entendre go to waste.

"Maybe if you play your cards right," Zoey said in an overtly flirtatious and seductive tone. Omar returned her gaze with a confident smile, and I suddenly felt a surge of adrenaline rush through me.

We then made our way towards the living room and began playing our pandemic favorite. We could probably compete in e-sports tournaments at this point. After a while, we switched over to Mario Party [video game] while sipping on our third bottle of wine.

As we were playing, I looked over at Zoey and noticed that she had one hand down Omar's shorts while keeping her eyes glued to the TV. I did a double take, and they both noticed and grinned sheepishly.

"It's his promotion reward, babe," Zoey said, smiling while continuing to softly stroke his cock underneath the shorts.

"You guys are literally the best roommates ever," Omar said with a soft moan in his voice.

At this point, I still wasn't 100% sure how I really felt about Omar fucking Zoey, and I wasn't sure if this night would just end with a blowjob or something more.

"Maybe we can have a threesome?" I asked out loud. Omar's eyes widened in excitement as Zoey sat back and pondered, her hand still down Omar's shorts.

"Is that something you guys are down to try?" She asked out loud.

Omar and I both nodded in agreement.

"I'm a bit exhausted from all the work I had today and kinda tipsy from the wine, but maybe later this week, we can get a bit more adventurous," she said.

I was a bit relieved as I was super nervous about the entire thing. I don't even know why I blurted that out, though I do feel it would be a proper segway and not just Omar and Zoey getting it on without me. Regardless of how turned on by the idea I was, I still found it extremely odd, and, to an extent, I was ashamed that I would allow this to progress as far as it did. I mean, what normal cognitively functional man would allow his girlfriend to become so intimate with another man? I was having conflicting thoughts at this point while simultaneously trying to hide a throbbing erection.

"But I'm not gonna let you end the night without a proper reward," Zoey said as she got down on her knees in front of Omar.

Zoey pulled down Omar's shorts and boxers and held his cock in between her hands. This has now become an all too familiar site for me.

She gently lowered her lips towards the tip of his penis and gave it a subtle lick while continuing to stroke him. Omar let out a soft moan, which encouraged Zoey to go back for seconds. She placed her palms on the top of his muscular thighs and began sucking his cock more passionately. I could see his dick pulsing with excitement as she took it in and out of her mouth repeatedly. Then, I recalled what she told me about how she wanted to be his dirty little slut. I imagine that was what she was thinking right now as she sucked his cock with so much enjoyment.

Zoey now had one hand in her shorts, vigorously pleasuring herself as she continued to take Omar's penis into her mouth and throat. I could see how horny she was, as I remember that face vividly when we first started having sex. I had not seen that look from her in quite a while until this very moment when she was sucking off my roommate. I hated myself for being so aroused by this, but at the same time, it felt like an addicting drug's euphoria.

"Fuck, Zoey, you're amazing!" Omar moaned aloud. "I wanna taste you; I want to taste that sweet pussy."

I could tell Zoey was not expecting to hear that, but the look on her face also told me that she enjoyed hearing it.

"You miss the taste of this sweet pussy, Omar?" Zoey said while climbing on top of him.

"Fuck yea, I do," said Omar with great anticipation.

Zoey slowly pulled down her shorts and spread her legs open for him as she gently thrust her hips towards his mouth. I could hear Omar as he passionately licked my girlfriend between her thighs. It was as if he had completely forgotten I was in the room.

After a few more seconds, Zoey pulled back and put on her shorts.

"Just a taste, Omar," she said with a sensual grin.

"I'm officially addicted," he said as he lay back on the couch.

Zoey sat on the couch next to him and continued sucking him off. After a few minutes, Omar said he was close, but to my surprise, she continued sucking his cock. In fact, she started sucking more aggressively up until his hips thrust up and released his load directly into her mouth. She then swallowed his load and continued to lick his dick clean.

As she got up, Omar asked her for one more taste, and she agreed. He then bent her over, pulled her shorts down to her knees, and stuck his fingers inside of her. She audibly gasped when he did this, and her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

He removed his fingers and placed them in his mouth, closed his eyes, and let out a soft nasal sigh. He gave Zoey's pussy one more lick before giving her ass a little smack and pulling her shorts back up.

Zoey rose back up and stared at him with her arms crossed; her facial expression was a perfect mix between 'What the fuck,' and 'Wow, that was fucking hot.'

"Bold," she said while trying very hard to hide a smirk.

Omar just shrugged and said, "Couldn't help it."

For a moment, I wondered if he happened to overhear us in the shower this morning and was trying to be facetious.

Zoey didn't seem to catch this slight detail and just rolled her eyes at him:

"Goodnight, Omar," she said. "And congrats again."

Omar pulled his shorts back up and headed towards his room. I caught a glimpse of his now flaccid penis and couldn't help but be reminded of how his flaccid penis was still larger than my fully erect one.

As Zoey headed toward the room, she motioned for me to follow, and I quickly got up to follow her as if I was a lost little puppy.

---

In the bedroom, Zoey wanted me to eat her out again. I pretty much did as I was told but asked her why she didn't just let Omar eat her out for a while longer.

"It's just better when you do it, babe," she said.

I was quite flattered until she continued:

"Like with Omar, I just feel he deserves more... or something different, I mean. You know? It's hard to describe, but I feel like giving me oral isn't as dirty, and I kinda only want to do dirty things with him. Like, I like it when he starts licking my pussy, and it feels really good, but then all I can think about is how his dick would feel, and it kinda freaks me out, and I get too sensitive down there. You know?"

I just nodded, slowly trying to digest everything she had just said.

---

The next few days were more or less uneventful. I did notice, however, that Zoey and Omar were more "comfortable" around each other. Like sometimes, when they would cross paths in the apartment, he would give her ass a small squeeze. Other times, she would bump him out of the way with her hips or casually grind up against him if he was cooking over the stove or something.

At first, it kind of annoyed me, but then I saw how much more confident and sexy it made Zoey feel, and I welcomed it. There was so much sexual chemistry between them I couldn't help but wonder, had the pandemic not been a thing, would this still have happened some way, eventually?

Zoey and I hadn't had sex in some time, probably a little over a week if I am doing the math right. Again, this wasn't a huge concern given our relationship average, but it is certainly a drop from the first few weeks since she moved in. Regardless, Zoey still found a way to make me eat her out nearly every day, and it seems she has come to really enjoy it when I go down on her.

One afternoon, she approached me and said she had something she needed to talk to me about.

"What's up?" I ask.

"So, look, you probably have noticed a few... changes in the apartment lately. I think we need to get some things out of the way."

"Yeah, I have," I said. "What are you thinking?"

"I think we should have that threesome you talked about the other day. I know you guys both said you're down, but I wanted to make sure you were actually okay with it and not just suggesting it out of nervousness or because of the heat of the moment."

This took me by surprise, not because Zoey was being so seemingly considerate towards me, but because I felt that she, too, was probably having some second thoughts, or rather, just wanted some validation that we were, in fact, doing the 'right thing.'

"I think so, yeah," I said, realizing I answered, fraught with uncertainty. "I think if we have a threesome, I would be okay with it. Like maybe we just start with only me actually penetrating you, and you can give Omar a blowjob or something?"

"I like that idea," she said with a warm smile.

---

After the conversation with Zoey, I held onto a feeling of cautious excitement. I was about to share my girlfriend with Omar, and knowing that he would not be penetrating her, for now at least, gave me a sense of ease, knowing that he couldn't blow me out of the water in terms of penis size. Though in reality, I already had shared her: Thus far, he has received multiple hand jobs from her, had his dick sucked off numerous times, and has eaten even eaten her out on more than one occasion, so was this threesome really going to be something new?

I suppose I felt more in control of the situation in this case, given that I would be an active participant and not just a voyeur watching from the shadows. This was a big step up for our relationship, I thought, especially given our relatively conservative upbringing.