I have to admit, I didn't take the early warnings regarding COVID-19 seriously and was definitely among the "more people die of the flu each year..." crowd until individuals I knew began getting diagnosed with the virus, including several clients that I had been working closely with over the past several months. Fortunately, I was able to get tested and deemed negative, however, after receiving the news of my clients' positive test results, my wife insisted I quarantine at home so as not to potentially expose others.
Fortunately, "home" is a pretty good size house we constructed three years ago on a 10-acre former horse farm. Our redevelopment project also included converting one of the former barns into a multi-car garage and two-bedroom apartment. At the time, my focus was on the extra garage space for my growing car collection. The upstairs apartment was added full well knowing that one (or more) of our young adult offspring (my wife's daughters are aged 18, 20 and 22; my sons are 21 and 23) likely would come back to the roost after college or grad school. The two bedrooms were small but each one comfortably fit a queen-sized bed. The balance of the flat included a kitchen, dining area, living room and a pretty luxurious bathroom with a huge marble and glass shower and separate laundry/mud room area.
Since three of the kids (the two older stepdaughters and my youngest son) were already home for Spring Break, the apartment in the former barn became my self-quarantine isolation spot. It wasn't the comfort of my custom home (situated approximately 750 feet away) but it would certainly do as an ad hoc office and shack-up space for my 14-day isolation. As I moved some clothes and necessities into the apartment, I realized the quarantine meant no sex for at least two weeks - a drought more than twice as long as any my wife and I had experienced in our several years together!
I've always had a strong libido and an intense and adventurous sex drive that's matched my but incredibly hot wife's sexual appetite. We both work out six days per week and at 5'11", 180 lbs, I'm probably in better shape now than I was in my 20's. My wife's workouts put me to shame, and it shows in her tight 5'4", 125 lb athletic frame complimented by an incredible ass, muscular legs and arms, and "augmented" 34 DD tits. She's a blonde stunner often mistaken for someone 15 years younger. Ever since we wed five years ago (second marriage for both), we've enjoyed a wonderfully exploratory and uninhibited intimate relationship.
One of the catalysts that triggered our sexual openness was my wife discovering (by accident) my bisexuality several months before our wedding. A long story made very short: I was at work and her laptop died. She needed to get online and called me for the password to my home computer. Curiosity got the best of her while on my laptop, and she began browsing photo folders, including one with some explicit "action shots" of me and a past male play pal. To add context, I had a deep-rooted desire to explore my bi side since I was in high school but kept it suppressed until after I separated from my first wife. The ensuing five years as a single man (prior to meeting my current wife) included a fantastic array of male and female partners (sometimes together and often more than one at a time) and some of the most adventurous sex of my life.
Upon arriving home from work that evening, I could tell something was up. My wife (then fiancée) was visibly upset and appeared to have been crying. When I asked what was wrong, she handed me my laptop and asked, "Are you gay?"
"No, Baby" I responded calmly but nervously. "I'm not gay but I am bisexual. I'm guessing you saw some photos..."
"Of course I saw the fucking photos!" she interrupted. "We're scheduled to get married in three months, and today I find pics of you with cocks in your mouth and ass? What the hell am I supposed to believe?"
The ensuing hours included a lot of questions and answers, and her mood gradually changed from angry to worried to inquisitive. A bottle of good cabernet helped steady the conversation (and her nerves) which ultimately transitioned to an intense Q&A session involving far more specific and intimate queries from her and finally some terrific sex filled with sordid, detailed stories of my homoerotic past.
And now I was faced with 14 days of quarantine that likely would involve a fair amount of masturbation intermixed with work-from-home and occasional jailhouse-style visits from my wife behind the glass door entry to the converted barn apartment. I knew we'd probably be sexting and sharing some Facetime joint masturbation sessions, but it certainly wouldn't be the same as our typical intense intimacy. I was positive we'd be able to get creative but wasn't excited about the future lack of physical contact.
That afternoon of my first day in isolation, my wife arrived with a ridiculous amount of food and supplies for my stay (including the largest bottle of Astroglide lubricant I'd ever seen). I guess she knew I'd be in need! Her brief visit was followed by a phone call shortly after she had walked back to the house.
"I just got a call from Kara" my wife explained in a somewhat worried tone. Kara is my youngest stepdaughter, a freshman at an in-state college. "Someone in her dorm tested positive for Coronavirus, so the school had all students in that dorm tested. Her roommate Julie is positive, but Kara is negative, thankfully."
"Isn't Kara supposed to be coming home for Spring Break today?" I asked.
"Yes; she's driving home now and called me from the car," my wife explained, adding "I think I want her to quarantine in the apartment with you. I can't risk her exposing me or the other kids!"
"Well, it could get crowded in here, but we have to be safe," I responded. "I'll make up the bed in the second bedroom for her. When do you expect her to arrive?"
"It's 2:00 PM now; she should be here around 3:30 PM or so, I'd guess".
"Ok, Babe. Don't worry; we'll get through this," I assured her.
Kara and I had a great relationship. She's been my pal almost since we first met. When my wife and I first got together, she loved tagging along on dinner dates, going to movies, even trips to the store. Every "Want to go...?" was answered with a quick "Yup!" from Kara. I watched her grow from my "little shadow" into this beautiful young woman with a fantastic smile, sunny attitude, great sense of humor and what was now an absolute knockout of an athletic body complimented by her gorgeous hair, full lips, creamy skin, firm breasts, and long dirty blonde hair. She always looked great and had her mother's casual elegance and beauty even when dressed in her typical wardrobe of boy-shorts and a hoodie. Regardless, I always made a point of telling her how pretty she looked. I must admit, I was heartbroken when she left for college last fall but was a bit concerned how the two of us would fare in such close quarters for two weeks.
I figured I'd use the time before Kara got home to get the apartment set up so we'd both have space to live and work without getting in each other's way. The bathroom and kitchen were well stocked; we probably had enough of everything we needed to get through the 14 days (although I knew my wife would come by each day to check in on us). I assumed Kara would complete her on-line classes and schoolwork in her bedroom. I established a small work-from-home station at the dining table.
I got my laptop set up, confirmed my Wi-Fi connection, and logged into my office network to check some emails. Feeling somewhat distracted and uninspired, I went to the internet and immediately logged on to my favorite porn site for some afternoon entertainment. After all, I had to break open that mega bottle of lube at some point! I searched one of my favorite genres - "MMF bi threesomes" - and scrolled through the video offerings until I came upon an interesting looking amateur video with two pretty well-built guys (one with a shaved head and one with short brown hair) and a fairly wholesome looking but hot blonde in a hotel room. I clicked and instinctively leaned back, loosening my belt as well as the button and zipper of my jeans.
The video opened with the woman on all fours on the bed with Mr. Clean behind her, eagerly tonguing her pussy and asshole. The other guy was leaning against the headboard with his legs spread (and ample unit pointing toward the brunette). The woman grasped the erect cock in front of her and began stroking while smiling over her shoulder at the cunnilinguist behind her. My mind wandered to the first MMF my wife and I enjoyed with another man shortly after she found out about my "bi side".
The video (which now had our heroes in a triangular formation, the shaved head guy still eating the blonde's pussy and ass; the woman blowing the brown haired guy; and the second guy now sucking Mr. Clean's thick cock) coupled with these hot memories had me hard in a flash. I reached down and grabbed my erect cock, then reached further and freed my balls from their jean crotch prison.
I stood and dropped my jeans and boxer briefs, standing at the table in just a shirt. With no reason to keep that on, I tossed the shirt on the table in front of me and stood naked, cock fully erect, watching this attractive threesome orally pleasuring each other. I would have traded places with any or all of them! I grabbed the Astroglide and squeezed a generous dollop into my hand which I then smeared on my cock, balls and hole. I laid back on the nearby couch (careful not to get lube on the leather) and propped my ass on the arm with my head and shoulders on the cushions below. I loved this position as it gave me access to play with my ass while jerking my cock and fondling my balls.
I had just entered that "close my eyes and bite my lip" phase and was really starting to enjoy the sensations when the apartment door burst open suddenly, and my stepdaughter Kara bounded in with all the subtlety of the Tasmanian Devil yelling "Where's my new roomie?"
As I explained, this apartment wasn't really that big, and the living, dining and kitchen areas were all one open floor plan room. I was naked, lubed and masturbating on the couch with my ass on the sofa arm pointing toward to entry door. Kara practically ran into the couch (and me) as she exploded into the room. I had no opportunity to react or even cover up. The cushions were fixed to the couch, and the blanket that was usually slung over the back of the sofa had fallen on to the floor. I was completely busted.
"OH! MY! GOD!" were the three loud, successive words bellowed by my stepdaughter as she dropped her backpack and suitcase on the floor.
"OH SHIT!" was all I could utter as I clamored to cover my lubricated erection. "I'm so sorry, Kara! I wasn't expecting you for at least another hour! Oh FUCK!"
There I was, fully naked, and for some reason, not losing my erection as I stood before my 18-year-old stepdaughter. Despite her shock, she managed to maintain her always-present smile.
"I guess a welcome home hug is out of the question!" my smart-ass stepdaughter smirked. "Too bad I didn't get here a couple of minutes later when things would be really rolling!" she said with a laugh. "Mind if I watch?" she asked with another giggle, her eyes fixated on my still hard cock.
"Uh, I'm not so sure that would be appropriate, K," I replied, trying to sound somewhat parental. "Perhaps I should get dressed" I continued, actually attempting to be nonchalant about the whole episode.
"OH NO YOU DON'T!" she insisted loudly. "I just got the craziest 'welcome home' of a lifetime, and now I want to see a show!"
With that, Kara placed her hands on my chest and pushed me back over the arm of the sofa. I landed on the cushions in much the same position I was in when she made her grand entrance. I still had my hands over my cock and balls.
Looking over her shoulder at my laptop on the table, Kara let out yet another giggle. "So this is what gets you off! No wonder your cock won't go down; these three are pretty hot!"
I could make out the image of the two guys now spit-roasting the hot blonde on my laptop. My cock twitched as Kara kicked off her flip flops and stripped off her hoodie and sweatpants. Beneath the sweats, she was wearing her signature (very short) boy shorts and one of my old t-shirts that had been cropped just below her rib cage with the sleeves cut off. I could see through the arm holes that she wasn't wearing a bra.
The bottom of her perfect ass cheeks peeked out of the shorts, and the thin crotch fabric cut a perfect, petite cameltoe. Her flat stomach showed from beneath the crop top, and what appeared to be a new belly ring dangled from her navel. She was beautiful, and her usually very sweet smile now implied far more devious thoughts.
"So now that I know what you like, show me how you do this!" she demanded. "If we're going to be cooped up together for two weeks, we can't have ANY secrets!"
Nervously, I went to re-start but the lube had dried by this point. Seeing my predicament, Kara grabbed the nearby Astroglide bottle (snickering at its size), walked over to the side of the couch and very liberally squeezed out a huge drop onto my hand, cock and torso.
"Oh my", she exclaimed, looking at the pool of lube on my pelvis. "It looks
like you've got enough there for several rounds of anal!' she shrieked to her own amusement. "Now let's see exactly what you're hiding under those hands!"
She pulled my hands away, and my still rigid tool laid against my belly, glistening from all of the lubricant she had liberated.
"OH MY!" Kara squealed again. "I knew from all those days together at the pool that something good was under your swimsuit but I never imagined THIS!"
I'm no porn star but I do have a substantial cock, and my sexual experiences with other men let me know that it was certainly well above average in terms of both length and girth. Kara's smile widened, ad did her pretty green eyes.
Unbelievably, she reached down and slid her lube-slickened hand the length of my hard shaft. Smiling again, she continued gliding her hand up and down my cock. She wasn't grasping or gripping, just smoothly running her hand up and down, getting me even harder and hotter. Then she cupped my balls and let her fingers travel down to my tight hole. The sensation of the cold lube at my anus made me twitch. I instinctively spread my legs a bit to allow her better access.
I can't believe my 18 year old stepdaughter caught me masturbating and is now participating with me, I thought to myself. This is insane but it feels fucking amazing!
I closed my eyes as she continued gliding, fondling, probing and exploring. She now was leaning against me as I lay back on the sofa and had both hands employed in her efforts. I could see her perky nipples peeking through the old t-shirt and could feel the heat of her pussy as she pressed her pelvis against my side. Intently, she continued her activities, now stroking my cock its full length while reaching two fingers from her other hand down to my ass - slowly inserting one and then the other.
My breathing deepened, and she could sense the arousal growing more intense with each stroke and as each digit entered my ass. The excitement and ecstasy outweighed the worry about what was occurring. And she almost seemed to be getting off knowing she was getting me off!
I knew I wasn't going to last, especially when she began massaging my prostate as she was jerking my thick cock. Her fingers couldn't encircle it completely but her tightened grip felt incredible. I'm guessing she had done this before!
"You're going to make me cum, K," I gasped as she increased her pace and penetration. "Oh my God this feels absolutely amazing!"
I could feel the orgasm building deep within me, and I know I would blow soon. What I didn't realize is the guttural moan filling the room was also coming from somewhere in my body, released by my stepdaughter's teasing and caressing and prodding.
"Ohhhhhhhh ffffffuuuuuccckkkkk, Kara!" I yelled as she continued jerking my cock with my hot load erupting. A dollop of warm cum landed on my chest and another on my neck. A third spurt hit my chin, and another landed on my belly.
I hadn't cum so fiercely in years! Kara giggled again as she milked the last bit of semen from my cock. To my continued shock and surprise, she took the last drop from the tip of my cock onto her tongue and then came up and kissed me deeply, pushing my cum into my mouth with her tongue. I kissed her back, wanting more. She then proceeded to gather the cum off my belly, neck , chest and chin with her tongue and again kissed me forcibly, feeding me my own cum like a mother bird feeding her baby.
I swallowed and kissed her again. The look of shock and surprise had to still be on my face. Giggling again, Kara winked and said she needed to clean up and take a shower after the long ride home from school. Lying on the couch, covered in remnant lube and cum, I didn't know how to act or what to do.
"You sure look like you could use a shower too..." Kara wryly whispered over her shoulder as she turned into the bathroom.
This two-week isolation period will be very interesting I thought to myself...
