My recently married wife, Megan, and I have been struggling financially. After some convincing (on my end) we have finally agreed that renting out our spare room will be the best way to cover our costs.
My wife is a 28 year old brunette. She has very perky c cup tits and the best ass I've ever seen. She's pretty fit and takes very good care of herself. I don't know how I landed such a perfect woman, but she chose me for some reason... a nerdy guy who has always been on the scrawny side.
"Well I guess it's official..." I say posting our ad for our spare bedroom online. "You won't be able to wear your underwear around the house once we get a tenant." I say chuckling.
She looks down disappointed. "Ya this kinda sucks... I feel more comfortable wearing underwear, but whatever."
I give you a kiss, "It's not forever, just until we get some of this mortgage paid off." I say.
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Days turn to weeks, which turn to months. We have zero offers on our spare room. We are starting to get desperate, after many failed attempts to market our ad. Money is getting tight as well. One day I nervously walk into our living room... "Honey, I have an idea." I say.
"What's that?" She asks.
"So I found a government program that pays double if we allow a recently released inmate to live with us..." I say.
Megan looks at me annoyed, "Ya right... letting a criminal live with us... what a great idea. Especially since you travel for work quite a bit."
After some convincing she finally rolls her eyes and agrees... "Well now you definitely cannot wear your underwear around the house." I chuckle.
She laughs, "Definitely not."
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We get accepted in to the program and the following Sunday our new tenant is set to arrive.
That Sunday, we finish cleaning and you are getting ready in our bathroom when I hear the doorbell. I walk to the door to an officer. He has me sign some paperwork then looks at me saying "Good luck". Turning around he waves his hand and walks back to his squad car. Out of the passenger's seat exits another officer, who opens the backdoor letting out, what may be, the scariest looking man I've ever seen.
Standing at 6'5/275+ lbs is a rough look black man. He's much older than Megan and me. Covered in tattoos on his face and down his arms, I gulp. The officers take his cuff off and shake his hand. The one officer who came to the door, gave me a nervous look and nodding, he gets in his squad car. They pull out. I nervously extend my hand to the intimidating black man walking up to me. "Hi I'm...."
"I'm Jamal." He hands me his bag. "Where's my room?" He asks in a gruff voice.
I look down and turn around saying "This way".
He follows me inside, where Megan is walking out of our room looking nice... I hear the shakiness in her voice, "Oh! Ummm hi... I'm Megan." I see her eyes are big looking him up and down.
Jamal smirks at her. "Jamal..." He looks at her hungrily and there's silence as she stands shocked.
"Your room is this way..." I say, leading him to the spare bedroom.
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Jamal spends the rest of the day getting settled and that night, Megan and I get in to bed. We talk about Jamal nervously. You eventually say, "I'm sure he's not a bad guy anymore... they wouldn't allow him to live with us if he were still dangerous... right?"
I shrug. "I guess so... All I know is that you definitely cannot wear your underwear around the house anymore."
Megan chuckles, agreeing.
We go to bed, but Megan lays in bed awake. A little nervous and a little curious, it takes hours for her to finally drift off to bed.
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The next morning, I wake up earlier to leave for work. I kiss Megan on the forehead and leave. Hours later, Megan wakes up still half asleep. Forgetting that Jamal has moved in, and our conversation last night, she goes to the underwear drawer. She picks out her comfortable bra, which shows ample cleavage and thong. She rubs her eyes as she walks to the kitchen. As she begins to pass through the living room, she freezes. Jamal is sitting on the couch folding his clothes.
He looks up smirking "Daaamn girl. One day out of jail and I get to see this?"
Megan blushes, "Oh shit... I'm sorry, I forgot you moved in... I'll go change." She turns to walk back to our bedroom when Jamal says..
"Don't be sorry, I'm not complaining. I'm 58 years old, I've seen worse."
Megan turns around and says "I just don't think it's appropriate. My husband wouldn;t appreciate it."
"You more comfortable wearing underwear... aren't you." He growls.
Megan nods looking down.
"I do too..." Jamal says.
She looks up at his ugly tattooed face saying, "Really? You do?"
He nods. "Haven't been able to lounge in my underwear for fifteen years now... since I've been in prison. I'd like to be able to do that again." He says adjusting himself. "I won't tell..." He adds.
Not wanting to upset him, Megan slowly nods."Well... um... okay. As long as it's for your comfort..." She says. Megan feels intimidated.
Jamal stands up. With his frame towering over her, he takes his shirt off exposing his girthy upperbody (he has a fat stomach, but is still muscular). Megan gulps and can't help but stare as he pulls down his joggers. He's wearing tight underwear, exposing what is (by far) the largest bulge she has ever seen. Megan's mouth drops, not being able to help staring at his crotch.
He looks at her, his ugly face forms a smirk. "You don't mind right?" He says grabbing at his bulge.
"Um... whatever makes you comfortable..." She says blushing. "I'm going to go and make coffee." she adds trying to get away from the situation.
Jamal chuckles, nodding. He watches her young fit ass jiggle as she walks to the kitchen. "Damn..." He mutters as she walks away.
Megan hears him, and she feels her cheeks grow red. As she makes coffee, she steals looks in to the living room. She can't help but try to get a look of his giant bulge. She is conflicted, he is so much older, rough, and ugly. She does not find him attractive, but the sheer size of his frame (and bulge), doubled with his intimidation factor, is driving her crazy.
Megan sips her coffee and rubs her legs together.The friction is not enough to give her any pleasure, but she can't sit still. 'I need to leave the house and calm down.' She says to herself.
Once finished with her coffee, she walks through the living room. Jamal stands up smirking at her "don't you feel more comfortable now?" He says. His voice booms.
She looks over and sees him standing there tracing the outline of his, now growing, bulge. She stops in her tracks watching this. "Very much so." she says spell bound.
Jamal now caressing his bulge says, "Got any plans.?"
Megan nods, "Yes, I need to get changed now." and starts walking to our room. She looks back one last time to see Jamal gripping his bulge, watching her walk. Without thinking she grabs at the waistband of her thong pulling it up. Showing more of her ass and hips, she says "I'll see you later then."
Once in our bedroom, Megan feels a wave of guilt and gets ready for the day. Putting on a casual outfit, Megan calms down. While exiting the front door, she looks back at Jamal saying, "have a good day." She sees him rubbing his bulge. She bites her lip and leaves.
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That night I come home late. Jamal is not at home and I find Megan in our bathroom.
"Honey, you're home." She says, jumping on me. "Come here." She adds, directing me to the bed. She gets on top of me, undressing me.
"Whats gotten in to you?!" I say excitedly as she pulls out my 5 inch cock and sliding it in her pussy.
"Just shut up." She says starting to ride. "Are you all the way in?" she asks.
"Yes... fuck..." I say
