Quarantine Relief

Note: this is an illustrated story with photos from a modeling session which took place specifically to complement this text. The photos are included with express permission of the model.

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Eyes shut tight, she gasped, then inhaled deeply, before finally allowing her body to relax. From between her legs the blue dildo gently slid out, warm and slick with her juices. She dropped the hot pink Hitachi wand on her stomach and panted. The light sheen of sweat on her body caused her to shiver as she savored her orgasm. Her heart pounded like she had just run a sprint.

The moments after her climax were usually among the best, an adrenaline rush to luxuriate in as she got her breathing and senses back under control. This time though, she was unusually tense. For a week it had been taking longer and longer to climax, more and more forced. She exhaled hard, then sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed and sighed.

"Fuck this."

Kayla was a "quarantine wife". During covid-19 she was the parent stuck at home 7/24 with three now-home-schooled kids, trying to keep a lid on the chaos. Her husband Rod was an "essential worker", meaning he was still employed (a good thing, since many were not so lucky), but working a LOT. Apart from the stress and risk to his health, the reality was that when he came home, for the brief moments he was awake, he was exhausted and in no mood for sex. She was lonely, tired, and horny as hell, seriously wanting a real cock to bang her into satisfaction because quite frankly the dildo and the Hitachi weren't doing the trick quite as well any more.

She sighed again, again with frustration, and proceeded to get dressed to resume her day. She needed a plan, because this bullshit could not continue.

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That plan came together over the course of the day, as well as in some naughty and restless dreams that night. You see, there was a good-looking neighbor a few doors down, name of Justin. Rod had playfully suggested to Kayla on many occasions that a threesome or a share would be fun, though after a while it became less playful because it was obvious through his persistence that he was serious. She was well aware that Rod had shown Justin some naked phone pics of Kayla, and might even had hinted at the possibility of playing around.

Nothing had yet come of Rod's overtures, but here's the thing: Justin was now alone all day too. His wife was temporarily in Missouri to take care of her parents during the quarantine. Justin worked, but his shifts were mostly opposite Rod's and he didn't seem to be picking up nearly the same amount of overtime as her husband was. Surely Justin was hard up for sex too, probably as tired of masturbating as she was. With all the lewd suggestions Rod had made over the months, maybe he wouldn't mind if she took him up on the offer to try out the neighbor. It was, after all, a crisis.

Truth is the idea was completely nuts and Kayla wasn't sure she could pull it off without throwing up with anxiety. But the more she thought of the times Rod bragged about showing Justin pictures, and the more she considered Rod's insistence that they should try something fun, the less crazy the idea became. That, plus the thought of a delicious cock in her aching pussy, motivated her to move on her idea.

Late in the afternoon she put on some makeup and threw on a sundress, no bra, no panties. Evaluating herself in the mirror she laughed a bit - everyone had quarantine hair now, so she should be less self-conscious. She certainly wanted to look sexy and inviting, but not slutty and dirty. Or maybe slutty and dirty was the best strategy? She didn't know, and seriously you can't just google "how to fuck your neighbor".

Complicating the whole matter was the medical mask. Because she needed to protect her kids, and because she was responsible and cautious by nature, she wore a face mask whenever she left the house. Even though her ultimate plan was to exchange body fluids with someone not her husband, she somehow managed to rationalize that she still needed the protection.

As she looked in the mirror, she rolled her eyes. "Really fucking hot. Not."

She pondered for a minute what the pretense of visiting his house would be. She couldn't just ring the doorbell and ask to get fucked, could she? No, that seemed a little bold, and too optimistic. That's how porn works, not real life.

So she grabbed a kitchen measuring cup and decided she needed some flour for baking. Everyone has been needing flour during the virus, at least that's what was on the news, and was probably true given all the empty shelves at the supermarket. She saw it herself when she went for groceries, empty shelves where flour was supposed to be.

With a deep breath and a confident stride that belied her knocking knees, Kayla walked half a block and marched up to Justin's door, knocking hard at the top of the step. A handsome man about her age opened the door and immediately smiled.

"Kayla!"

He was thrilled to see her. Good start.

"Hi Justin, I just wanted to see if I could borrow some, uh, flour." Kayla momentarily forgot her cover story and somehow stammered out the word "flour" in two syllables. She looked him in the eyes and cleared her throat, then compulsively looked down, only to notice in that moment that her nipples were sticking straight out the front of her sundress.

Justin's eyes did not exactly meet hers. Reflexively (most men can't hide their true nature) he looked her up and down before catching himself, then pretending that he was NOT looking at her tits and body. He cleared his throat too, then awkwardly waved her into the house as he walked towards the kitchen.

"No problem, we have lots of sugar to share. Wait, what, did you say flour?"

Kayla stared at him for a full heartbeat. It suddenly occurred to her that she had completely planned out asking for flour she didn't want, but had no plan whatsoever to get him to fuck her. It was less than one second from his question to her answer, during which she evaluated multiple lines of attack, discarded her worst pickup lines, thought of and forgot several terrible overtures, and eventually settled on the direct route. Hell, if there was a chance to get laid, or not, she wanted to know right away.

"Um, I need flour, please."

Pause.

"And um"

Pause.

"I need you."

She waited another full second.

"Specifically your cock. In me."

Justin, in the middle of reaching for the flour on the top shelf, stood like the Statue of Liberty for several seconds before turning to face Kayla. His eyes revealed equal parts confusion and panic as he put the bag of flour down in slow motion.

"I know Rod has shown you pictures. My boobs. My pussy. You liked what you saw, right? Well, you can have it, all of it, right now, no strings attached, and no questions asked. One time offer."

Kayla urged "I need you."

She said all of it so fast she wasn't even absolutely certain it was comprehensible English, or, audible through the mask. But she saw his eyes bug out and his eyebrows go up so clearly he grasped the basic idea. Kayla quickly decided she wasn't going to wait for an answer or give him time to evaluate his options. She put the measuring cup down on the counter and walked right up to him, pressing her body against his, applying a gentle bite to his neck through her mask.

Funny thing about the virus and social distancing. It has meant less connection and less touch, with everyone. No handshakes, no hugs, not even standing close. Conversation is more stilted, connection is more cumbersome. Over a lifetime we forget how routine that contact is and how much we take warmth and human touch for granted, until it is suddenly taken away. When it is suddenly restored, it's like electricity, or a drug, and both Kayla and Justin just got jolted with a hit.

Kayla kept her hands on him as she moved to his side, running her fingers firmly down his chest, then his stomach, to his waist, where she found his fly and zipped it open. She felt him breathe deeply and heard him mutter something that sounded vaguely like "OK" as she slipped her hand in his pants and found a suddenly-interested dick, all folded up but responding to her touch. Moving behind him slightly, she bit his shoulder, all the while moving her hand back and forth inside his pants. It wasn't even a contest, he was hard in seconds, and now straining against the fabric of his jeans.

Kayla shifted again and pressed herself fully against his back, then stealthily unhooked the top button of his jeans. Because of the mask she couldn't kiss him, but that liability was quickly turned around to a positive as she clamped her teeth all over his neck and back.

From behind him she hugged against his body with her left arm, all the while playing inside his jeans with her right hand, little tugs and light touches along the length of his cock and over the now-swelling head. Once in a while she bit his neck through her mask, or put her hot breath on his skin, teasing him further.

Smoothly she moved in front of him. With a mask on, it is hard to fully read thoughts and feelings, but there was no potential for confusion here, Kayla's eyes sparkled with desire.

Her hands still on him, she knelt down and grabbed the waistband of his jeans and peeked in. That cock, folded up and uncomfortable, begged to be released. In one smooth move she pulled his pants down to the floor, freeing his cock from confinement.

For the first time, she pulled her mask down, and proceeded to lick his cock all around. Slurping the head between her lips, she then wrapped her lips over the shaft and started to give little sucks and slurps, before sliding it all the way in her mouth. She worked his cock with her mouth and hand, slathering his hardness with her saliva. The delicious feel of a hard cock was intoxicating, the slickness, the hardness, and how he responded to it was so sexy. But after a minute her impatience took over. She needed that dick somewhere other than in her mouth, and needed it there right away.

Kayla took his cock out of her mouth, put her mask back on, then stood quickly. She pulled the straps of her sundress down off each shoulder and pulled the fabric to her waist, giving Justin a real-life view of something he had only ever seen as a picture on her husband's phone.

In one smooth move, she dropped sundress to the kitchen floor showing off her fully naked body. Justin's eyes popped out of his head.

With a twirl she showed off her backside before spinning around again to meet Justin eye to eye.

Kayla reached out for the cock bobbing in front of her, and stroked it lightly, never taking her eyes off of his. "We need a bed. Right now."

Justin stammered "Oh, the bedroom, it's um... "

Kayla interrupted him and took his hand. "I know where it is, silly, I've been to your house before. Let's go!"

Kayla led the way to the bedroom. Justin's first act on arriving, inexplicably, was to start tidying. The bed had not been made in weeks, the side tables were messy with empty cans, chip bags and coffee cups, and somehow this seemed to be more important to him in that moment than the sexy woman standing at the foot of the bed who was demanding his hard dick.

"Justin, clean later," Kayla hissed, then she crawled on the bed on all fours, offering her back entrance for enjoyment.

"I'm soaking wet, fuck me" she exclaimed. She looked back as Justin moved behind her, grabbed her ass, spread her wide, and guided his hard cock slowly into her drenched pussy.

"Fuck, yes," gasped Kayla. Justin entered her slowly, hands on her ass cheeks, an inch at a time. She felt her pussy fill up as she lowered herself to her elbows, groaning in satisfaction. Eyes closed, she luxuriated in how full she felt, breathing deeply, all her senses on full alert.

Justin shuffled closer to Kayla and thrust as far inside her as he could, then held there. For him, this was fantastic, the only pussy he had been inside in nearly 2 months. He wiggled around as deep into her as he could manage, and then pulled out and started thrusting. He heard Kayla gasp as he slammed into her, that familiar squishing sound each time he entered her. He could see her head hanging limp in submission to the pleasure, as he stroked his hard cock in and out in a predictable rhythm. As he fucked her from behind he dug his fingernails into her back, from her shoulder blades to her ass cheeks. And once in a while, a light slap on the ass, to juice her arousal further.

Kayla could feel every nerve ending on high alert, as a steel rod pounded her pussy, slamming into her cervix every few seconds. Her breath was uneven, her entire nervous system disrupted, the pleasure unimaginable. She kept creeping lower into the bed, gradually increasing the angle of her ass in the air, improving the friction of his cock into her pussy. Each thrust was electric, a jolt from her toes to her head, like a shock along her spine.

Every few seconds Justin would reach around to squeeze a boob, or pinch a nipple, and he did it hard, with no mercy. This did nothing but add to Kayla's ecstasy, an extension of the tease of a new cock inside of her. The scratches on her back were delightful, the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.

Deftly, she leaned forward so that he was no longer thrusting inside her. And in one well-practiced move she was on her back with her legs spread wide.

Justin did not have to be asked what to do next. He entered her slick pussy in one smooth move and resumed thrusting, pressing his chest against hers. In a moment of spontaneity he pulled down her mask and kissed her mouth hard, offering his tongue, all the while pounding her harder with each thrust. He felt her hard nipples against his chest, tasted her tongue, smelled her breath, bit her lip, and felt her pussy clamp over his dick.

Kayla was singularly focused on the pleasure - a hard dick pulling at her clit each time it thrust inside her, and Justin's torso pressing hard on her clit each time he thrust inside her. The intensity of the fucking resulted in the orgasm arriving suddenly, surprisingly, before she was even ready for it. She screamed out, incoherently, as she came hard and gushed onto the sheets of the bed.

As Kayla came, her writhing, screaming orgasm put Justin himself over the edge. He realized with some panic he had not even bothered to ask about birth control, so he pulled out and in two short pumps of his cock shot his hot load all over Kayla's stomach. In exhaustion and satisfaction, he collapsed on her, mixing with her sweat and his cum.

After a while he rolled to the side and they faced each other. Locking eyes, there was a second of uncertainty. Kayla broke the tension.

"We don't have to tell anyone."

Justin nodded, "I'm good with that."

Kayla struggled to her feet. "I should go. The kids... "

She scurried to the bathroom to clean up the mess. Returning to the bedroom she threw on her sundress, straightened her mask, and headed for the door. Just before she walked away, Justin called out.

"Kayla, um, if this lockdown shit continues, can we do this again?"

Kayla looked at him for a moment, then pulled down her mask and blew him a kiss, leaving without so much as another word, yet leaving no doubt of the answer.

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Rod walked through the door, dragging his ass, looking like shit. Kayla kissed and hugged him, and held him tight.

"Want dinner, babe?"

Rod shook his head no, then laid on the couch. A double-shift, again; hard for an old guy. He closed his eyes as Kayla sat alongside him.

"Sorry Kayla, a tough day. I'm wrecked. I'm going straight to bed."

He paused.

"I'm sorry. I'm a shitty husband, all this work, leaving you with the kids."

Kayla nodded, then kissed him on the cheek.

"You take care of work. I can take care of the kids. And I can take care of, um, myself."

Rod relaxed and exhaled, enjoying the comfort of his couch, planning his escape to many hours of slumber. Just then he remembered.

"Kayla, you said you were going to do some baking today, any chance you made those sweet rolls I like?"

Kayla momentarily froze.

"No, maybe tomorrow. I'm, um, out of flour."