"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.
She was wearing nothing but a t shirt and a pair of panties. The bright yellow t shirt was supposed to be loose fitting, but her giant tits stretched it out. Her puffy nipples poked through the thin fabric.
The hem of the t shirt just about covered her panties. She walked slowly over to the open plan kitchen, swaying her ass as she walked. She stood by the kitchen cabinet, trying to reach up for the coffee.
She was on her toes, reaching up. That raised her shirt by a few inches so that her bright red lace panties came into view. The panties only half covered her ass and I realized Ethan was shamelessly staring at her.
"Ugh, I can't seem to reach all the way. Ethan, you're the tallest one here. Wanna help a girl out?"
Ethan looked at me and smiled. "Sure thing!"
Even if Ethan had tried, he could not have hidden his hard on. The man had a huge cock, it was evident from the tent in his boxers. Emma was looking at his crotch too.
I thought Emma would move out of the way, but she stayed standing where she was. Ethan stood directly behind her, too close for comfort.
He pressed forward and I could see his erection rubbing against her panty-clad ass. Emma must have felt it too, because I swear I heard her gasp slightly.
At 6'4, Ethan towered over my wife. She barely made it to his chest. He reached over her with a muscled arm and drew a jar of coffee.
She turned around to face him. He hadn't moved back, they were very much in each other's personal space.
"Here you go, gorgeous," he said, smiling. He brought the jar of coffee up to her eye level, brushing her tits in the process.
"Oops... didn't mean to do that."
"Oh, that's alright." Emma said, blushing.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Emma had clearly felt Ethan's massive cock press into her ass. And he had felt her tits.
It was one thing for her to wear skimpy clothes around the house, but he had touched her boobs. And they were flirting so obviously in front of me, you could cut that sexual tension with a knife.
This was going to far, I should tell Emma that when we get the chance. But should I? It was only harmless fun. We'd all been having a tough time since the lockdown started. And this was clearly the most action Ethan had gotten in weeks.
Emma made her coffee and sat down at her desk. Every now and then, they stole glances at each other. Emma stretched her back every hour, accentuating her perfect tits. She was giving him a show.
"So Ethan," Emma said during one of her breaks. "How's Rebecca doing? She hasn't been down to see you in a while, has she?"
"Not since the lockdown began. Her husband is worried about catching the virus, so she's staying home for now."
"I still can't believe you're fucking a married woman."
"It's all above board. Her husband not only knows, but encourages her sleeping with me."
"Oh... so he's like a... what's that word again?"
"He's her cuckold. And I'm her bull. It means I get to fuck her whenever she and I want and her husband gets off on it."
"I see. Everybody wins. So you have a thing for married women, do you?"
"Only the hot ones..." he said that rather too suggestively.
Emma blushed. "You're an interesting man, that's for sure. Anyway, I better get back to work."
A couple of hours passed and I felt my phone buzz. It was a text from Emma.
"Should I give him a show?"
My heart started racing. I was listening in on a meeting with my camera off but I was barely paying any attention.
"What are you thinking of doing?"
"Just a little harmless fun. Poor Ethan hasn't seen Rebecca in so long, maybe he deserves a show."
"Babe, are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Trust me! It'll be fun! Tell me I can do it."
"Ok... if you think it's a good idea."
"Good boy ;)"
