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.