The coronavirus outbreak in 2019 was ultimately contained but had a devastating effect on the United States and world. Municipal, state, and federal governments approached the crisis in various ways, and my state instituted the ‘New York on PAUSE Plan’, which required residents to stay home to the extent possible, and to avoid all nonessential gatherings of individuals of any size for any reason. But leeway was given for those working in essential businesses, which included nurses and pharmacists.
My name is Lenore, but most people call me Leni, and my husband, David, who is a somewhat introverted pharmacist, and I were living in a condominium community in upstate New York when the stay-at-home order was given. He was twenty-eight years old at the time, and I was twenty-five, and had quit my teaching job to care for our four-month-old daughter, who I was breastfeeding.
Our best friends in our condominium complex were, and still are, Bryan, a flirty and gregarious businessman who was twenty-seven at the time, and his wife, Megan, who is a registered nurse and was twenty-five. They live next door to us, and we socialized a lot with them, being careful to stay at home and use good hygiene practices, even before the stay-at-home order was issued.
We were so close that we had been sharing food, toilet paper, cleaning products, and other resources, and considered ourselves to be one family, sharing the sheltering experience together. But as the virus spread, proved to be more contagious, and the stay-at-home order was issued, we became more concerned about David and Megan, who were still working in their critical roles, being exposed and bringing the virus home to Bryan, me, and my daughter.
Making the Decision for Leni to Shelter with Bryan
David and Megan were working long shifts, and one evening when they got home from work, we all got together for dinner and to talk about the recent stay-at-home order. I was a little surprised that David first suggested our new living arrangement.
He asked, “This might sound a little extreme, but I’ve been wondering if you, Bryan, and Leni and the baby should shelter together for a short time in our unit, and maybe Megan and I could do the same in your unit? I’m getting more and more concerned about us catching the virus at work and bringing it home to you guys. And with Bryan working from home, I’d feel better having him around for Leni.”
I was surprised at David bringing that up because he had mentioned to me on numerous occasions his concern about the way Bryan was always gawking at, flirting with, and even making suggestive comments to me. I always took it as being innocent flirtation, and I usually handled it by teasing Bryan the same way. And although I don’t mean to brag, I couldn’t blame Bryan for being infatuated with me.
I’m five feet and three inches tall and had gotten almost back to my normal weight of one hundred and thirty pounds after our daughter was born. The extra weight was in my lactating breasts, which had grown from 34DDs to 34Fs, and really attracted Bryan’s attention. I also have naturally blonde hair and light brown eyes, and many people say I look like the singer/actress, Jessica Simpson, with her voluptuous curves.
Bryan was easy to tease too, and at six feet and one inch tall, and weighing about one hundred and ninety pounds, he is a fit man. With his light brown hair, blue eyes, and handsome face, he looks a lot like the actor, Bradley Cooper, and I find his outgoing persona to be very attractive.
Megan is a beautiful lady too, but with smaller, 32C breasts, and I had seen David looking her over as well. She looks a lot like the actress, Sandra Bullock, with dark brown hair and eyes, and our personalities are much different. I’m outgoing and flirty, while she is usually quieter and more serious. I think Bryan is almost as attracted to my personality as he is my looks and body.
Many people think that opposites attract, which explains why I would be married to David and Megan would be married to Bryan, but there is also a case to be made for people with similar personality traits being attracted to each other. Maybe that’s another reason why Bryan was always paying so much attention to me.
We continued talking about David’s suggestion, and Bryan even teased David, making it seem like he was the one with wandering eyes, as he laughed, saying, “Yeah, nice try, David, but I guess I can’t blame you for wanting to get Megan alone.”
The idea of spending quality time with Bryan wasn’t at all distasteful to me, and I chimed in, saying, “The more I think about this the more it makes sense. Even though children aren’t supposed to be affected as much by the virus, I would still hate for either of you to bring it home to her. This should be doable, at least for a few weeks until the worst of this has passed, and we can talk on the back balconies when we need to, without getting too close.”
It seemed that my approval was all that was needed, and we agreed to make the swap. David packed his clothes, so he could take them over to Megan’s in the morning, and Bryan did the same thing.
Beginning Our Sheltering with Each Other’s Spouses
My first day alone with Bryan and the baby went well, as he got his computer and files set up in our dining room so he could work from home. But I know that it was distracting for him when I breastfed my daughter on the couch, in full view of Bryan from where he was sitting at the table. I was mostly covered, since I was wearing more than I did when I was breastfeeding with just David at home, but he was still able to see the bulging, rounded bottoms of my breasts as the baby changed sides.
I knew Bryan well enough that I didn’t see any reason to move from my favorite, most comfortable spot to feed my daughter, and honestly, I was taking some pleasure in being flirty and teasing him a little, knowing how attracted he had always been to my big breasts.
We had previously stocked up on groceries, and Bryan and I had a nice dinner together, before Megan and David got home from work, and were able to talk for a few minutes on our balconies. Being alone with Bryan was starting to feel a little weirder as it got later into the evening, after the baby had gone down for the night, and we were getting ready to go to bed.
Our condo only has two bedrooms, one being used by the baby, and there was a brief conversation about our sleeping arrangements. Bryan was sensitive to my unease, and volunteered, “I should be comfortable out here on the couch, Leni, and you certainly deserve the privacy of your bedroom. My unit has two bedrooms to use, so Megan and David should be comfortable over there, which is important with the hours they’re working.”
I knew that our couch isn’t that comfortable to sleep on, and I tossed and turned all night thinking about Bryan being out there and wondering how he was sleeping. We talked about it during breakfast, and although he said that it was ‘fine’, I could see that he hadn’t slept that well either.
We went through the next several days the same way, and I think both Bryan and I were getting more comfortable with our cohabiting situation. I was starting to wear my loose athletic shorts or tight yoga shorts, with no panties, and a cropped t-shirt without a bra around the condo. Bryan was sometimes wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt, and a few times he even walked around in his loose boxer shorts, as if he had momentarily forgotten where he was.
I felt like I was establishing a strong emotional connection with Bryan too, without our spouses around, and we were talking a lot, and getting to know each other more deeply, or dare I say, intimately. It was almost like we were beginning to date or something, and I was more attracted to him than ever.
Bryan was watching me more intently as I was breastfeeding too, and I was exposing my breasts more to him. It didn’t start out with me trying to tease him; I was just getting back into my previous routine and wasn’t overly concerned about exposing myself to him. He’s a handsome and fit man, as I described earlier, and I saw that he was going out of his way to be attentive to me.
Becoming Emotionally Intimate with Bryan
By the end of our first week together, I was becoming so attracted to Bryan that I wanted to be even more intimate with him. I wasn’t necessarily thinking about fucking him at that time, but I was missing David being in bed with me and wanted some physical closeness. I knew that would be easy to accomplish, based on how attracted Bryan had always been to me, but I wanted to find a way to ease into it without being so obvious.
We were talking on Friday night, after eating dinner and talking to our spouses on our balconies, and I surprised Bryan when I said, “I know this couch isn’t that comfortable to sleep on, Bryan, and I think we should find a way for you to get better rest. My bed is queen-sized, and maybe we can roll up a blanket to place down the center of the bed, and you can sleep in there with me. I’m very comfortable with you and I think we’re getting along great, and you need to get your rest.”
He smiled, and replied in a slightly suggestive way, “I’m obviously very comfortable with you too, Leni, and I appreciate your thoughtfulness. I promise that I’ll be as good a boy as you want me to be. But I don’t think it would be a good idea to tell David and Megan about our new sleeping arrangement.”
It felt peculiar going to bed that night, in a bed with a man other than my husband since we started dating. He was wearing his boxer shorts and an undershirt, and I was wearing a long nightshirt with nothing underneath. And even though we weren’t touching, I loved having him there with me, and even his pleasant, manly aroma. He didn’t try to invade my space, but I found in the morning when I awoke, that I had rolled his way and my bare leg was partially across the dividing blanket and draped over his bare leg.
Bryan was still asleep and lying on his back, turned towards me, and the top sheet and blanket had been pushed down on his side. In that position, his boxer underwear had been pulled tightly to the side, and I couldn’t help noticing and staring at the rather large bulges of his cock and balls pressed against his thigh. His cock had to be soft and still appeared to be very thick and at least six inches long, and his balls are the size of eggs. David’s cock is a decent-sized, circumcised, thick, seven inches long on hard, and his balls are about average. I couldn’t help wondering how big Bryan’s cock would be when hard.
I was still under the covers, except for my leg sticking out on his leg, and I couldn’t resist reaching down to finger myself, while drooling over his big cock. The smell of my wet pussy filled the room and I was able to masturbate myself to an orgasm before Bryan started to wake up. I was concerned that the aroma of my pussy had awakened him. He wasn’t fully awake yet when I got out of bed to use the bathroom, and I hoped that the smell of my aromatic, wet pussy wouldn’t linger too long.
We only have one bathroom in our condo, off the hall outside my bedroom, and Bryan was up and waiting in the kitchen, giving me my privacy, when I came out, and he then went in to use the bathroom. He fixed breakfast for us while I fed the baby, and he was in the mood to tease me a little about our first night in bed together.
He smiled as he said, “I’ve been hoping to get you in bed ever since Megan and I met you and David, but last night wasn’t quite like I envisioned it going. But I still loved being close to you like that, and hope that you’re still good with that arrangement.”
I kept it light, saying, “Yeah, I felt safer having a man close like that, and I have to compliment you on behaving yourself.”
Bryan was at the dining room table working for much of that day, and the more I thought about those big lumps in his underwear, the more I was coming around to feeling that I wanted to fuck him. I dated a few boys better hung than David in college, before I met him, and know how much better an even bigger cock gets me off.
I was thinking of ways to entice Bryan without seeming like a slut, and my only concern was that I had been off my birth control pills since having my baby, so they wouldn’t interfere with my lactation. I knew that I’d have to be very careful with the timing if we fucked, since I’m sure that he wouldn’t have any condoms, and I wanted to fuck him bareback anyway, and feel his ejaculation in the depths of my pussy.
The next two nights went pretty much like our first night in bed together, and I looked for opportunities to see Bryan’s genital lumps in the morning. It turned out that he was in the same position, exposing his sizeable lumps the next two mornings, and I had to wonder if he was doing it on purpose.
I also had an opportunity on the second day after we slept together, to see his cock in the flesh. I ‘accidently on purpose’ walked in on him in the bathroom, when I heard that he was pissing, and although I laughed and excused myself for being so careless, I still briefly saw the reflection in the mirror of him holding his thick, soft, uncircumcised cock pissing a strong stream into the toilet. It looked much thicker than David’s cock is on soft, and that made me want to fuck him even more. Neither David nor any of the other boys I had fucked were uncircumcised either.
Becoming Orally Intimate with Bryan
David and Megan got home a little earlier than usual on the evening of the day following my third night sleeping with Bryan in the same bed, and I kept the baby up while we had dinner together, at a safe distance across our balconies. I was hoping our spouses wouldn’t sense how close Bryan and I were becoming, and because I was sensitive to that, I noticed that David and Megan seemed a lot closer than before.
I began feeding the baby after dinner and put her down for the night. Then I put my plan in motion, and came back out wearing a tight, midriff t-shirt and tight yoga shorts. I lied, saying, “I’ve got a little problem now, Bryan. The baby wasn’t that hungry, and now my breasts are painfully full. That wouldn’t be a problem, except that my breast pump quit on me. I’ll have to call David and have him bring me a new pump.”
We were sitting on the couch, with Bryan on my left side, as he responded like I thought he would. He teased me, saying, “Oh my, Leni, you know that doesn’t have to be a problem, not with me here. With the way you’re built, that’s not such a small problem either. I’d be happy to help you with that.”
I tried to act like I didn’t know what he was talking about, and replied, “Yeah right, Bryan, how could you help me?”
He was a little nervous as he answered, “Well, uh, uh, I’ve always wanted to see what breastmilk tastes like, especially yours, and from the size of those huge, swollen melons of yours, I think you should have plenty to feed me.”
I teasingly said, “I would have never guessed that you had an interest in my melons. Are you sure you’d want a taste? I’ve tried to get David interested in suckling me, but he’s not that into it. I’ve heard that it can be arousing for a woman to suckled by a man, and we sure wouldn’t want either of us to lose control.”
Bryan was correctly sensing that I was going to let him do it, and he said, “I’ve been a good boy in bed with you, and I’ll be as good a boy as you want me to be suckling you.”
It was interesting that he had used the phrase, ‘I’ll be as good a boy as you want me to be’, both in relation to sleeping in the same bed and in suckling me, and he was obviously leaving the door open to be a bad boy if I allowed it.
There were a couple of apprehensive, quiet moments, until I started pulling my t-shirt up and off, as I said, “Okay, Bryan, it might be fun to try this. But I really hope you’re hungry enough to relieve this pressure. Just lie across my lap and try my right one first.”
He was just staring with his mouth open, seeing my huge breasts and three-inch-wide, brown areolas in the flesh for the first time, and each of my milk-filled melons were about as big as his head. He watched as they jiggled and swayed into place, and he held both breasts in his hands while he latched onto my right nipple, which is the size of the top joint on my thumb, and areola.
Bryan was looking me in the eyes and smiling the best he could, with my breast in his mouth, and he was sucking hard to start the flow of milk. I felt that it was beginning to flow, and I heard him gulping quietly as he swallowed. I was beginning to feel a tingling in my pussy, and I smelled my wetness as he continued suckling me. I cradled and supported his head with my right arm, and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead, to let him know that I liked what he was doing.
He had been suckling me for several minutes, and I was moaning as I said, “That feels so wonderful for me, Bryan, and it seems that you’re enjoying it too. I had no idea that having a man suckle me, a man who is really into it and enjoys feeding from me, could be so arousing. That’s it, sweetie, go ahead and feed from mamma’s big titties.”
I was getting more and more aroused as he drained my right breast, and he suckled me for what seemed like almost ten minutes before I was running dry. Then he got up to move over to my right side, so he could lean across to suckle my left breast. As he was getting into place, and before he began sucking me again, I pulled him closer and kissed him.
We were immediately in a passionate, tongue-probing kiss, and he fondled my breasts with his left hand. He pressed me back against the couch and continued kissing me, as I tasted my milk in his mouth. I was feeling strong intimacy with Bryan by kissing him, even more than him sucking my breast, because we were both exposing the close, emotional bond we were developing. I don’t think I could say that we were in love, at least not yet, but we were definitely in lust.
He broke the kiss after what seemed like five minutes, and before he began suckling me again, he said, “I feel like I’m in an unbelievable dream, being with you like this. You’re so beautiful, and my goodness, Leni, your voluptuous body and these huge breasts are amazing. I’ll suckle you any time and for as long as you desire, and you won’t need to worry about feeling any pain from them being too full.”
Bryan latched onto my left breast, and I rested my right hand on his thigh, as I looked down and saw the bulge of his hard cock pressing against his athletic shorts. I knew that my next move would cause an escalation to us eventually fucking, and I let my hand drop down to cover his cock lump. He smiled and sucked even harder when he felt my hand there.
I continued to rub his cock, and then kissed his forehead, before asking, “My oh my, Bryan, did this big thing get all hard for me? My David is nicely hung, but it feels like you have a python in your pants. Do you mind if I get a better feel of it, in the flesh?”
He was smiling as he suckled me and shook his head ‘no’ and I slipped my hand under his waistband. He wasn’t wearing any underwear under his loose athletic shorts, and my fingers didn’t touch when I gripped his shaft. He moved his left hand down and lifted his hips to push down his shorts, and then I was stroking what looked like a nine-inch cock.
There are bulging veins all over the surface of his cock and I loved the different feeling for me of having his foreskin sliding up and down, and it was already lubricated with his freely-flowing precum. The aroma of his copious semen was blending with the aroma of my wet pussy, and the soothing sounds of him suckling me were blending with the squishing sounds of stroking his precum-lubricated cock. That made it all seem so primitive, raw, and arousing.
We stayed in that position for what seemed like another seven or eight minutes, until my left breast was beginning to run dry. Then I leaned down to my right, pulling my areola and nipple out of his mouth with a loud slurping sound, and took his oozing cock head into my mouth. I opened as widely as I could, moving down on his shaft, and sucking his thick meat. I had sucked a lot of boys before meeting David, but he wouldn’t let me suck him very often. He said it was somehow demeaning to me to take his dirty cock in my mouth, and he never sucked my pussy either.
I had stretched my torso and legs out to my left on the couch when I leaned down to suck his cock, and Bryan immediately moved in to suck my bulging, wet camel toe through the fabric of my tight yoga shorts, after breathlessly saying, “Oh shit, oh fuck, Leni, that feels so fucking good. Megan never has had much of a taste for cock, and she doesn’t even like for me to eat her out, which I loved to do with other girls. This is so amazing, and this wonderful dream is getting better every second.”