"I think we have to come to terms with the fact that we'll have to delay the move," I said, "There's no way we can risk it with a global pandemic raging around the world."
"No, I suppose not. But it still sucks, Ben," Emma said.
Just a months after we'd gotten married, the world had come to a grinding halt. Emma and I had been high school sweethearts and we were finally looking to start the next chapter of our lives. But the universe had other plans.
By now, we should have moved into our own place. Instead, we were stuck in a two bedroom apartment with our roommate.
Now don't get me wrong, Ethan was a great guy and the most respectful roommate one could ask for. He was neat, gave us our privacy and anytime he would have a date over, he'd give us sufficient notice. He was never late on rent and never bothered us in anyway. In other words, he was the perfect roommate.
If we had to have a roommate, Ethan was the perfect choice. But if the rent in our city hadn't been insane and we hadn't spent a bunch of money on our wedding, we wouldn't have this living arrangement.
Before the lockdown, we didn't really spend that much time with Ethan in the apartment. Emma and I had busy jobs and when we were home in the evenings, we mostly stayed in the bedroom.
We usually had the place to ourselves. Ethan was either spending his evenings at the gym, working on his stellar physique, or he was on a date. With a body like his, I wasn't surprised he was finding a new lady friend to sleep with every week.
It was the perfect arrangement. We were like ships passing in the night. The most interaction we would have was Ethan saying goodbye to us on his way to the gym or on his way to a hot date.
But the pandemic changed all that. All three of our jobs went remote as soon as the pandemic was announced. From saying polite hellos in the living room, we went to seeing each other all day every day with nowhere to go.
At first, we wouldn't leave the bedroom unless we were adequately dressed. And Ethan gave us the same courtesy. But within a week of lockdown living, we got a little freer with our bodies.
Ethan was the first one to change his dressing habits. Within a few days, he went from working in sweatpants to working in boxers. Personally, I thought that was rather ungentlemanly of him to walk around in his underwear when there was a lady in the house. But Emma didn't seem to mind.
"Oh come on, babe. We should give him a break. The lockdown has been hard on everyone," she said the day he shifted to wearing boxers. "In fact, we could all loosen up a bit."
And she sure did. The next morning, as Ethan and I were chatting over our morning coffee, Emma walked out of our bedroom wearing a tank top and three inch shorts.
Thankfully, she was wearing a bra. But the top was very low cut and we couldn't help stare at her cleavage.
Emma had giant tits. The kind that made heads turn wherever she went. Being her husband could be frustrating because she got hit on wherever she went. I can't remember the last time Emma had to pay for her own drinks at a bar because some creepy dude who couldn't stop staring at her boobs was more than happy to buy her a drink. They were practically spilling out of her black tank top.
Her ass wasn't anything to scoff at either. You could bounce of quarter off it. Her black and pink shorts looked especially tight on there.
"Morning, boys!" She beamed.
"Uhh... morning, Emma..." he said. I instinctively looked down at Ethan's crotch. There was no mistaking it. He was getting turned on seeing Emma in that top.
Ethan was clearly carrying a monster in those boxers. If those boxers had been any shorter, it would have slipped out.
Emma was clearly noticing too, she was blushing at the effect she'd had on our roommate.
"I wonder when our captivity will end," I said, breaking the awkward silence.
"Tell me about it. I haven't been able to work out," Ethan said.
"Yeah, it must be so hard for you. You're practically married to that gym!" Emma said.
"Oh yeah, it keeps me sane. I feel like I'm losing my mind staying indoors."
"A lot of my friends have been moving to at-home workouts. Maybe you should try those," I suggested.
"But I wouldn't want to take up that kind of space in our shared living area," he said.
Emma, who was leaning on the kitchen counter with her coffee, stood up, "Nonsense! You should absolutely use this space for your workouts!"
She turned to me, "We wouldn't want him to feel like he's losing his mind, do we babe?"
"Uh... no, I guess not." I said.
"Well, if you guys don't mind I could just do some push ups."
"Not at all!" she said, a little too eagerly.
Ethan walked over to the living room and moved the coffee table out of the way. He then took his shirt off in front of us.
I wasn't surprised to see that Ethan had movie star abs. He had a full six-pack that looked as solid as steel. His ripped biceps came into view as I realized I wasn't the only one staring.
Emma was oblivious to my presence as she stared at him shamelessly. His back muscles rippled as he dipped into a push up and came back up slowly.
He must have done a hundred push ups and Emma stared transfixed. I should have been jealous at the love of my life staring at this hunk of a man. But could I really blame her? I mean, look at him.
He finished doing his push ups and said he needs to take a shower. We watched as Ethan walked into the shower, his back gleaming with sweat.
"Umm... what's on the cards for you today?" I asked.
"Well, my morning Zoom meeting isn't for another hour. What if we went to our room and got down to some dirty business."
She grabbed me by the hand and took me to our bedroom. We weren't even through the door when she started kissing me. She fished out my cock from my sweatpants and started stroking me.
"Do you like my little outfit today?"
"Mmmm I do... and I wasn't the only one looking, was I?"
"Mmmm yeah, Ethan couldn't stop staring at my tits, could he?" She said, stroking my cock.
"Uh... yeah, he sure couldn't."
"Oh my god, babe! Are you getting hard thinking about our roommate checking me out?"
"What? No... that's not... it's because you're stroking me..."
"Are you sure? It's ok if it turns you on, you know. Lots of guys like showing off their wives"
"I guess... ungh... I guess it was a little hot seeing his reaction.."
"Oh my god, I knew it!" she said, smiling deviously. "Do you like showing me off, babe?"
"Ungh... yeah I guess I do..."
"Yeah, want me to dress skimpily around him?"
"Uh huh..."
"Maybe I'll start walking around without a bra on..."
"You will?"
"He can ogle at your wife's chest. And you're going to love it, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I guess that'd be got..." I said faintly.
"Should I go further? Wouldn't it be hot if I let him see my tits some day?"
"UNGH"
That seemed to be too much for me as my cum spurted upwards, coating her cleavage.
"Oh wow, looks like you like that idea a lot..."
"That was... hot." I said, collapsing on the bed.
Emma took her shorts and panties off in one swift motion. She swung her leg around me as her pussy was directly above my mouth.
"It sure was... now be a good boy and lick my pussy, baby."
She lowered herself on to my mouth and I went to work.
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Emma turned up the heat the very next day.
Our living room was pretty huge and had enough space for all our workstations. So when the lockdown began, we set up all three desks in the living room.
Ethan was sitting by his desk in his boxers and a t shirt when I went out to my desk. Emma walked about a few minutes later and we both turned our heads abruptly.
"Wow" Ethan said softly.
