Joe and Andy

After sunset, Joe parked his car in the sparsely filled lot at the nearby storage center where he and Angela had a unit. Andy was wearing running shorts and a T-shirt. They smoked a joint outside. Then they walked into the building, took the elevator to the deserted third floor and walked down a hallway. Joe unlocked the unit, turned on the lights and tossed the shopping bag he carrying. The space was filled with boxes of Angela’s books, garment bags of her old clothes and some of his stuff, including his drum set. Joe closed the door.

The two starved men embraced, made out and had their hands all over each other. Andy undid Joe’s jeans and slid them and his underwear down. Andy got on his knees and began sucking his lover’s cock. Joe stroked Andy’s hair feeling his manhood swell as it was deepthroated. He was getting close and pulled Andy up, turned him around, reached into the shopping bag for the beach towel he bought at a Rite-Aid, arranged it on some boxes, bent him over, pulled down his running shorts and underwear. There was that ass he’d been thinking about all week. From the shopping bag he pulled out a small tube of lube and greased his cock and Andy’s hole.

Joe threw Andy a good hard fast fuck with measured mutual moaning so as not to attract attention. Andy came on the towel that protected boxes of Angela’s books. Joe kept thrusting as he came in Andy. They used the towel to clean themselves up. Joe put it and the lube in the shopping bag. They walked out after Joe locked the unit and tossed the shopping bag in a trash can. No evidence.

“A pandemic isn’t going to stop us!” said Joe as he drove them back to their neighborhood. Joe let Andy out a block from his apartment, he drove to Trader Joe’s and then back home. The cheaters were gone from their shelter-in place-families for about an hour.

It had been a tense week of smutty texts until Joe figured out how they could see each other again. Joe told Angela he was driving to Trader Joe’s and Andy told Daniel he going out for a run. Both mundane and believable activities. Joe picked up Andy a block from his apartment. Those weekly trysts were a solace from the torture of being cooped up with their spouses and children.

Angela set up their bedroom as an office and worked remotely from there. Annabelle was in her room doing remote learning on her I-Pad. Joe did housework and cooked meals throughout the day. In the evenings they would watch a family movie. It was a similar setup with Andy, Daniel and Lana.

That the two couples were in constant contact did not bring them closer together over the stifling next months. Angela spent hours alone working, and there was no sex as they mutally weren’t in the mood. There were books to edit and Zoom calls. Also, periodically she would have to have author’s meetings in person and went out. Daniel also was beset with Zoom calls and occasionally have to leave to meet clients. He would occasionally let Andy blow him but that was it.

Joe and Andy were now meeting up twice a week to fuck in the storage unit and made the most of it. One night, Joe was walking Ingrid, Angela’s now aged golden retriever who moved slowly which was good as Joe had an excuse to spend time on his own outside. He passed by an outdoor restaurant and saw Daniel, Andy’s husband sitting with a handsome young guy, as he was paying the check. Hmmm! He snapped a quick picture of the two of them and kept walking. Joe had never met Daniel but had seen pictures of him. He waited and followed them two blocks until they entered an apartment building.

“Home alone tonight?” Joe said to Andy when he answered his call.

“Huh? How did you know Daniel had to see a client?”

Joe explained and texted the picture. “That’s Randall. He’s 26 and joined Daniel’s firm last year. He’s been mentoring him. Ha! Fucking him is more like it! Gee, Daniel never mentioned that we’re neighbors!”

Joe coaxed Ingrid to walk faster and was soon at Andy’s place. Ingrid sipped some water from the bowl Andy put out while he and Joe were in his and Daniel’s bed fucking. It was understandably a quick fuck and they rapidly cleaned up and Andy remade the bed.

Joe and Ingrid were a block away at a street corner waiting for the light to change. There across the street was Daniel, though masked Joe recognized him from his clothes. The light changed and as they passed each other Joe was also masked so Daniel couldn’t see Joe’s big grin that expressed, “Hey, you think you’re so cool because just fucked your sidepiece, but I just fucked your husband in your own bed!”