[Pt1]( [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gdgdgb/quarantine_mfm/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gdgdgb/quarantine_mfm/) )
It started off really casual. He and I were working out in the yard, mowing and weed eating. It was hot and muggy so before I knew it both our shirts were off. Are skin was glistening in sweat when we finally pulled it all in and headed in to get some dinner.
“Whoa! You boys are hot and sweaty” April remarked as we walked in the back door. She leaned into me and we both kissed each other on the cheek. Then to my suprise, she leaned into Matt as well for a soft hug. “Now both of you go get cleaned up , dinner is almost ready.” she barked . We started to make our way to the living room and again to my suprise she smacked us both on the bottom. It was just a friendly gesture , I told myself. Nothing to really look too dwell on for too long.
But I did dwell on it. I dwelled on it all night. Especially at dinner time, when April sat down on the couch next to me and Matt, still shirtless plopped down next to her rather than on the love seat by himself like usual. So there we were, two shirtless guys chowing down on a delicious taco dinner with my pretty little wife between us.
I don’t know if they were feeling the same tension I was but all through dinner, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was in the air. But I kept my feelings to myself. I stuffed them down deep. I didn’t know what it was that I was feeling……..but deep down, I wanted whatever it was.
That night I drank…….I drank a lot. And my wife knows that when I drink, I get horny. By 10:37 my words were slurred and the room was spinning around her pretty little face as I crammed my cock between her legs over and over again. There was something about drinking that just numbed me from the legs down. It always had this effect on me where I always had trouble getting off. It just turned me into some sort of monster. I had one of her legs up in the crease of my arm while my other hand gently throttled her throat. I was growling through my teeth as I invaded her slit. I was telling her how much I loved how her pussy felt wrapped around me but deep down , I had that slap on my mind.
That’s when I said it.
Or slurred it I should say.
“I wisssh you had a fuckin dick in your mouth right now”
Her eyes that were clenched shut slowly cracked open, and her chin lowered so she could better look into my eyes, and I saw the softest little smirk creep up on her cheek.
For the next few days, things were relatively uneventful. I did notice a little more light flirting. Soft pushes , placing her hands on his arms as she laughs at his jokes, small little pinches to her soft muffin top or the back of her arm, sitting with her feet draped across his lap as they watch TV. It definitely had me curious.
She was already out of bed that Thursday morning. I could hear the bacon sizzling on the stove top as I came trekking through the living room in my gym shorts.
“Hey hot stuff!” she said from behind the counter, handing me a coffee. She was in an orange shaw thing that she usually wore to the beach to cover her bikini. I could tell by the bumps on her chest and the sag in her tit, that she did not have a bra on. My brow came down and I circled the counter and looked at her from behind. I could see the bottom of her black panties peeking out from the bottom, followed by her tanned short legs. I pushed her front against the counter and pressed myself against her backside while sliding my hand up her shaw, across her belly and cupping her tit. An act that I had done thousands of times before, I kissed her behind the ear and groaned as I grinded against her. “You better go put some clothes on. Matt is going to be awake anytime now”
She shrugged. “Eh. It’s my house. Why should I be uncomfortable” she replied before stepping away and going back to work.
I was baffled. Shocked even. Here she was my wife in her own habitat unashamed to walk in front of this stranger in our home just barely covered, with her tits in all their natural glory. I knew it wasn’t worth a fight to push for her to put something on, so I let it go.
She was right after all. This was her house. Why shouldn’t she be comfortable. We had all three been in there for 4…..maybe 5 weeks already. Maybe I was being too uptight….or jealous. So I sat there at the kitchen table enjoying my coffee when I heard Matt come thundering down the steps. Just like she did with me, she greeted him with a steaming cup of coffee and a “Good morning sleepy head”
I watched as Matt drank her figure in , going over every natural curve of her soft little body. He nodded at her and took the cup before sitting down next to me.
I think that was what set the next chain of events off. He and I sitting there so casually watching my wife prance around in that short top and her panties, serving us men like Susie Fuckin Homemaker. She was teasing us. Peacocking in front of the males even. Fueling a thirsty fire that was already burning out of control.
We must have been reading each other’s thoughts, because the next day started off just the same. I woke and climbed out of bed naked as I always do, but instead of digging out a pair of gym shorts, I merely fished out a tight pair of black boxer brief underwear and came marching out . Like clockwork , there she was , coffee in hand only this time she was in a tight white tank top that you could practically see right through. Her nipples proudly displayed. The shirt cut off just above the waistband of her pink and white checked panties. She didn’t greet me though this time. She just handed me the coffee as I saw what she was wearing and raised one eyebrow as though she was waiting for me to say something.
I didn’t.
I just sat back down at my place at the head of the table, only to hear the ceiling start to groan as Matt woke and started to make his way down. He must have gotten the memo, because I saw his long lanky legs come thundering the stairs. His legs went all the way up until I saw the bulge of his morning cock hidden behind the fabric of that light baby blue brief underwear. He was rubbing his eyes as she hit the living room floor and came to the kitchen. “Morning” she said to him with a smile, handing him his coffee.
Their eyes fixed on each other, and I saw that smirk again. It was like there was some secret neither of them were telling me. He confidently lowered his gaze down to her chest ……..then between her legs at her soft mound peering back at him. “Thanks” he said before turning on his heel and sitting down beside me again.
We were starting to get comfortable. Maybe that was a bad thing. But that became the norm. No longer were we running around the house in our everyday clothes or our pajamas. Instead now we just lounged in our underwear. I’ll admit it took me a day or so to get used to it. The way she would parade around the house with her panties halfway up her ass or the way her tits jiggled and shook with each step in front of him. But hell, we weren’t going anywhere. It was like prison. The only time any of us really put on clothes was when we needed to do something outside in the yard.
All these events led to last night and the eventual waking with Matt in our bed……
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