The Living Situation (Part 1)
written by:
Somasomatic

"Last year was shitty and this one isn't panning out any better." I mumbled to myself as I threw open the back of the moving truck. Luckily my wife didn't hear me, as she had her fill of my thoughts on our new living situation. To say it wasn't my idea to move in with her friend Paul and his wife Kari was an understatement. I wasn't in college anymore and didn't feel the need to cram my living space with other people. However, Paul had lost his job last summer and Kari's income alone wasn't enough to afford the rent of their apartment in the city. One night, after a few bottles of wine, we hatched the backwards plan of moving in together to save money. Not thinking it would amount to anything, I joined in on fantasizing how amazing it would be to figure out how we were going to fit all of our belongings in one apartment. One thing led to another, and that led to me standing in the door of a moving truck, staring at all of our belongings STILL wondering how they were all going to fit in this apartment.

It wasn't that I disliked Paul or Kari. They were good friends and were a blast to hang out with. I'd met Paul and his wife a few years ago while dating my wife Kristen and have been friends with them ever since. Having a married couple to hang out with and do married couple things with was a definitely plus. Not too mention the fact that Kari had an amazing body to compliment her beaming personality. Her 5' 10" frame benefited from her years of running track in college. Her chest was usually tucked behind a sports bra, but still boasted perky tits that rode the line of perfection between large and small. No, Paul and Kari's company was always welcomed. But personal space is personal space and I was worried we'd clash and lose our friends in this experiment.

The move in went more smoothly than I had anticipated and we were all sitting on our patio enjoying some wine together by the time the sun was setting. Soon, we were all joking around with each other as always. "So, we should probably get some kinda of sign to put on our doors for when we're having sex," Paul joked. I suggested a rubber band on the doorknob like we used to do in college, which led to a discussion, mostly by my wife, of the other things I did in college that needed the rubber band sign. We eventually got on the topic of the craziest things we had done sexually. Most of us had the typical stories of one night stands and sex in the backseat of cars, but it was Kari that surprised Kristen and me.

Her story began: She was a sophomore in college attending one of the campus' fraternity parties. They had booked her favorite DJ and she was on the floor with her friends. Earlier that night, they had tried ecstasy for the first time and the effects were starting to hit. The music poured into her ears like liquid and she fell completely into her surroundings. Everything she touched sent small shocks of electricity deep within her and she felt a surge of heat between her thighs. Her hands roamed her body to the beat of the music, adding to the growing storm under her skirt. The desire to slide her hand lower to relieve the increasing heat in her pussy was becoming overwhelming. First a finger slid under the band of her skirt, then two. Her other hand slid up her thigh, pushing the already short skirt higher on her long legs. Lost in the music and the desire to appease her dripping pussy, she pushed further, oblivious to everyone around her. It was easy enough to reach her pussy by pulling her skirt up further. Pulling her soaked panties to the side, she ran her finger over her electrified clit and nearly screamed at the sensation. The music and the people around her muffled her moan and as she quickly slid her finger over the wetness of her pussy. It didn't take long at all before she was cumming in the middle of the dance floor while her friends looked on in amazement at their friend who's shaved pussy was on display for anyone that knew to look. After she came, she pulled her panties back into place and danced to her favorite DJ the rest of the night.

I had never heard Kari be that graphic about sex before and I had to fix my posture to accommodate the rock hard erection I got listening to her. A few moments of silence later, Kari blushed as she suddenly thought she had crossed the line with her story. "My god, Kari. I love you!" Kristen laughed, finally, cutting the tension and easing Kari's fears that she had offended her new roommates. After Paul and my hard-ons had subsided, we all cleaned up the empty bottles of wine and went to our rooms for our first night sleep in our new apartment. As soon as I closed the bedroom door and turned around, I was met with a whirlwind of lips, tongue, and pressing skin. I could tell Kari's story had a similar impact on Kristen as it had on me. She slid her hand down to front of my pants and gripped my instantly hard cock. "I need this in me...now." she purred as she pushed my pants down to the floor. She threw her leg up around my waist and sank herself down onto my throbbing dick. Slamming our waists into one another, I gripped her around her tight ass as we fucked standing up. Her breath was coming in quick gasps as I buried my cock completely inside of her, my balls slapping noisily against her thighs and ass with each thrust.

As worked up as I was from Kari's story, I knew I wouldn't be able to last long at this rate and slowed down. As we slowed, I heard the slight gasp of someone that wasn't my wife coming from across the room. We turned to see Kari standing just inside the doorway. She turned suddenly, seeing us. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. I...I didn't mean to....I'm sorry." she stammered. My wife stayed put with my cock buried inside of her. "It's fine! What did you need, hun?" she said, sweat still dripping down her bare back.

"Well, I was just going to ask if our linens were packed into your closet by mistake." Kari said to the wall, trying to avoid turning around. My wife finally pulled herself off of my dick with an audible plop as she strode toward the closet. I was surprised when she didn't make an effort to cover herself up. "Let me check real quick," Kristen said, pulling open the closet doors.

"Are these them?"

Kari turned to examine the sheets Kristen was holding and took the opportunity to take in my wife's naked body, still glistening with sweat from our sex-in-progress. My wife's puffy pussy lips were proudly on display, as well as my pussy soaked cock as I just realized. I looked over to Kari and her eyes moved from my pulsating cock back to the sheets. "Uh...yea. That's them," she smiled. Taking the sheets, she took one last opportunity to take in the sight of me standing against the wall with my dick pointing straight as an arrow. "Sorry again. I didn't see a rubber band," she smiled as she winked and closed the door behind her. My wife pushed me back down on the bed with a wry smile on her face. "You think she liked what she saw?" she gasped as she slid back down on my rigid pole, her pussy even wetter than before. I couldn't answer as I was completely focused on Kristen grinding furiously on my dick in desperation, trying to milk the cum out of me with her tight pussy. I slammed my head back as I spurted deep within her. She moaned as her orgasm gripped her body and spasmed, feeling my dick pump my seed into her hot box. Falling back down onto the bed, she fell asleep quickly from exhaustion and the wine. I laid in bed catching my breath and thinking about what had just transpired. On the first night of living together, my roommate's wife had told us how she got herself off on a crowded dance floor and had seen my cock buried in my wife's pussy. I was starting to get a bit worried that the wine had gotten us into an awkward situation with our roommates and I started to worry how everyone would face each other tomorrow. As there was little I could do at this point, I closed my eyes and let sleep wash over me.

"How you guys feeling?" Paul beamed as he poured his coffee. I smiled half-heartedly, my head swimming a little bit from the alcohol the night before, wondering if Kari had told Paul what had happened. "I've felt better, but I've definitely felt worse, too." I replied, grabbing my own cup.

"I was thinking of hitting the pool, today. It's supposed to be pretty hot and I'm not sure they've turned on the AC for us yet in this unit."

I grumbled to myself. Of course we wouldn't have air in a unit with four people in the summertime. It already felt hot and it was just the morning. However, the fact that their apartment complex had a full size pool eased the worry of the oppressively hot day on its way. I replied, "That sounds great. I'll tell Kris." My wife was just waking up, still naked from the night before. She wasn't feeling last night's alcohol revenge as I was, which made me think she had not been as tipsy as I had been. This was a surprise to me, considering how cavalier she had been with being butt naked in front of Kari and having Kari get an eyeful of my engorged cock still glistening from her wetness.

"That sounds really good. I'll get changed and just meet you guys over there," she said, wiping the sleep from her eyes. I slid on my suit and headed back out, nearly running into Kari on the way.

"Morning Mr. Holmes!" she laughed, brushing past me on her way to the bathroom. I felt a little at ease that she took last night in stride and was able to joke about it. I also felt a little flattered that she was impressed by my size, comparing me to the late porn star. The compliment was very much appreciated and even made my dick stir slightly in my suit. I fought back the thoughts in my head to save myself the embarrassment of walking to the pool with a hard-on.

"Are you coming to the pool with us? Supposed to be hot today and I'm pretty sure the air isn't working,"

"I'll probably stay here and get some unpacking done. We've got a few more things to sort and put away. I'll feel a lot better just getting it done. You guys have fun, though!" she yelled as she strode into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. However, the door didn't close all the way and I caught a glimpse through the crack in the door of Kari sliding her shorts down to step in to the shower. My view was only partial, but I could see her ass was tight as a drum. I immediately turned away, not only to respect the privacy of my roommate, but to prevent my hard-on from making a comeback.

Paul and I headed out to the pool. It was only a short walk from our unit, which was nice. We were among the first to arrive at the pool, and it being a hot Sunday, I knew the seats would fill up fast. Paul grabbed some chairs together and I jumped in. A few laps later, I looked up to see Kristen just arriving. She was wearing her bikini that she had gotten for our honeymoon in Barbados. It had very little fabric to it, to give her a chance to get a full tan. I laughed to myself as I saw Paul nearly spill his drink after seeing Kristen. He forgot himself for a moment as he blatantly eyed my wife's body. She had to know the reaction she was getting as she strolled up to the chairs we had saved and spread her towel on the seat.

"How's the water?" she asked.

"Come in and see for yourself."

She glided over to the edge and dove in. Kristen was a swimmer all through school, so her body was very tight. The fact that this complex had a pool was the reason she pushed so hard for us to live here. She's completely at home in the water. However, her top was not, as it had easily slid off of her as she entered the water. I laughed as she came up, spinning around frantically looking for her top. I was closer to it and picked it off the surface of the water.

"Looking for something?"

"Har har. Throw it to me please?"

"Ok!"

I hurled the top to her, but it sailed over her head, out of the pool, and landed next to the chairs Paul was sitting in. He and I laughed as Kristen tried to appear angry with me.

"You're like a 5th grader!" she yelled, half laughing. Paul and I giggled as she made her way to the edge of the pool. Looking around and seeing no one else in the pool area, she pulled herself out of the pool, water sliding down her naked chest. I didn't really expect her to go for the top with Paul there. Certainly not without a dare, anyway. Paul was just as surprised, as his jaw hit the ground staring at my wife walking nonchalantly over to the pile of swimsuit on the ground near him topless, her tits bouncing cutely with each step.

"What's the matter, boys? Never seen a girl's chest before?" she taunted, bending down to pick her top up. She dawdled in putting it back on, giving Paul a chance to burn the image of her perfect tits and nipples pert from the cool water into his memory for later. She tied the bikini top back on and laid down in the chair to get some sun. "Perhaps I wasn't too far off?" she laughed. I looked over at Paul, who, despite his best efforts, obviously was sporting a rather large hard-on. I like to think of myself as well-endowed. I've certainly received no complaints. However, Paul's bulge clearly had me outranked as he laughed nervously, pulling on his towel to try and cover himself up.

"Aww, you're shy? I guess we have a COUPLE of 5th graders, here today!" she teased, adding, "Although I doubt many 5th graders are swinging that kind of hardware around." Paul blushed fiercely and I half expected him to have a heart attack. I roared with laughter as he grinned with embarrassment.

"You don't have to be shy around us, Paul." she affirmed to him. "In fact, your wife accidentally got front row seats to Lee and me last night."

"Ha! She told me about that. She must have been mortified."

"Actually, it wasn't that big of deal. We're all adults and it's no secret we have sex. We haven't been married THAT long, after all," laughed Kristen. "It's actually best to get things like that out of the way fast to avoid it being awkward later."

I wasn't sure where she was going with this, but I was greatly amused at the conversation thus far. "So?" she asked, staring at Paul.

"It sounds like you're saying ‘I've shown you mine, now show me yours!'" he laughed.

"In so many words, I guess that's sort of what I'm saying. What's the matter? Weren't my boobs good enough for a little quid pro quo?"

Paul hesitated at first, not really sure how I was going to react to my wife asking him to pull his cock out in front of me. As he could see by the smile on my face, I was more amused than anything. He looked around to confirm we were still alone in the pool area, stood, and untied the front of his shorts. Kristen fell silent as she stared at Paul's suits sliding down. His hard-on certainly didn't get any smaller as it strained against the fabric of the suit. This time, it was Kristen's jaw hitting the ground and Paul's shaft came into view. He pulled the waist line out and over the head of his massive prick as it bounded up in freedom. Paul let his suit fall the rest of the way to the ground as Kristen reminded herself to breath. His cock was pulsating with the massive amount of blood that it must take to engorge his huge member. Kristen was half hypnotized and nearly forgot about the next part of her plan. She quickly reach down and grabbed Paul's swim trunks. Paul saw what was happening and bent down trying to reach them first. His massive cock swung and smacked Kristen in the side of her head as she laughed. "Ooops!" Paul apologized, but quickly dropped his apologetic attitude as he watched Kristen hurl his suit over the bushes surrounding the pool area.

I, again, roared with laughter as Kristen ran and jumped into the pool in case Paul tried to retaliate. But he just stood there with an incredulous smile on his face, his dick bobbing in the rapidly warming morning air. He tied a towel around his waist and went off to find his suit. When he came back, his suit was back in its intended place and his hard-on had subsided. We laughed some more and all laid down to catch some sun and enjoy the peaceful morning before the families with kids showed up to crush the silence. About an hour had passed when I realized how thirsty I was. Since we were so close to our apartment, I had neglected to bring drinks with us. I told Paul and Kristen I was heading back, asked if they needed anything, and started toward our building.

Stepping into the apartment, I immediately felt good about our decision to spend the day at the pool. The heat in the unit was sweltering. I made my way to the kitchen to grab some drinks and a cooler. Entering the kitchen, I was greeted with a sight you don't see everyday. Kari was unpacking their flatware into the cupboards with her headphones on, so she didn't hear me come in. This, by itself, wasn't what surprised me. What surprised me was that she was completely naked. I stood shocked, staring at her back to me. The heat in the unit had her body covered in a sheen of sweat, rivulets running down her back into the crack of her sculpted ass as she worked and danced slightly to whatever music was coming through her headphones. I wasn't sure what I should do. Should I leave and pretend I wasn't there? Should I yell so she knows she's not alone? While I was trying to decide, she turned toward the box I was standing near.

"SHIT!" she yelled in surprised, jumping nearly to the ceiling. She threw her arm over her breasts and the other over her shaved pussy, but not before I caught a glimpse of both.

"I'm sorry!" I said quickly, making an effort to turn away and let her throw something over herself.

"Holy shit, you scared the hell outta me, LeeLee!" Kari laughed. "I thought you were the AC guy!"

She explained that it was too hot in the apartment and most of her summer clothes were still in bags in their room, so she went without. She asked Paul to send her a text when they were heading back to give her a chance to throw something on, but Paul must have forgotten after the whole flashing episode. What surprised me further is that while she was explaining all this, she went back to unpacking her dishes instead of running to put something on.

"You don't have to be sorry. I guess I owe you one anyway after last night," she laughed. "Besides, you've already seen me so what's the point?"

I turned back around as she was bending down to put away a stack of tupperware bowls. Her pussy lips where on display as clear as day and she made no effort to hide. I wasn't sure if she was oblivious to the effect she was having on me or if she intended it all along. In any case, my dick sprang to life against the front of my suit and there wasn't any hiding that, either. I could have turned back around, or went into another room to hide my erection, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Kari's body dropping with sweat, her ass swaying to the music coming out of the headphones around her neck. The urge to pull my cock out and slam it into her was incredible.

She turned back toward me with a smile. "My my! If it isn't my old friend Mr. Holmes!"

I smiled back, still not turning away. Kari stood and walked to the box I was standing next to, bending down to pull more dishes from them. Her face was inches from my throbbing cock trying to push its way out of my suit. Her tits swayed underneath her, dripping sweat from her nipples.

"You know, I've not been able to get the site of you two out of my head today." she said finally, looking up at me with her gorgeous green eyes. "That was one of the hottest things I've seen. I must have gotten myself off five times last night and this morning just picturing it in my head."

"I'm glad you liked it," I managed to say, sweat starting to bead up on my head as well.

"You've got a really nice looking dick, Lee." she said up to me, staring blatantly now at the growing bulge in my suit. "It's been one of my fantasies to see your cock and now that I have, I'm afraid I have to come up with a new fantasy. I noticed her hand was no longer grabbing dishes, but had slid up her thigh and was now toying with her clit.

"Now, I'm wondering what it would be like to wrap my hand around it." she said, as she moved her free hand up my leg. I thought of stopping her just there. I was happily married to Kristen and although nothing would please me more than to sink my shaft up to my balls into Kari's glistening snatch, I had to slow myself down or risk doing something I would regret. As I was working up the strength to ask Kari to stop, her hand already underneath my suit and moving upwards, I saw Kristen standing in the entrance to the kitchen. My heart leapt into my chest and I went to pull Kari's hands away from me when I stopped. Kristen had a mischievous smile on her face and she held her finger up to her lips to let me know not to tell Kari that she was there. Obviously, my wife had every intention of seeing where this went between Kari and me. Paul was no where in sight, but at this point I was so turned on that he could have been standing next to Kristen watching and I wouldn't have cared.

Kari's fingers wrapped around the head of my shaft, spreading the cum that had already formed at the tip of my cock around the head. Her touch felt electric and I desperately wanted to fuck her. She worked the wetness around the head of my cock and ran it between her fingers. "Now, I'm wondering what it would be like to stroke this cock," she breathed, untying my suit with her other hand, now glistening with her wetness. As she pulled my suit down over the length of my dick, I glanced over to Kristen to make sure she was still on board with this. She smiled at me and nodded her head, knowing what I was asking. Kristen's hand was absently exploring her own body through and under her bikini. The site of watching my wife watching me get my dick stroked by our friend made my cock strain even further as it bounced free from the fabric of my suit. It bounced up with such strain that it smacked Kari on the bottom of her chin. She gasped lustily, grabbing my cock by its base and smacking herself in the cheek with my engorged member.

She began to work her hand up and down my shaft, coating it with her pussy juices still covering her hand. Her other hand was lightly massaging my balls, toying with them. I desperately wanted her to take my cock into her mouth, but she kept the head less than an inch away from her lips, breathing hotly onto it as she stroked the length of my shaft. Kristen had now pulled her swimsuit top off and was toying with her nipples. Her eyes were fixed on Kari's hands wrapped around my dick and balls. She was playing with the straps of her bikini bottom as I felt the head of my cock be engulfed by the warm, velvety mouth of Paul's wife, Kari. Looking down, Kari's eyes met mind as she flicked her tongue over the tip of my cock in her mouth, swirling it around and around. I thought I was seeing stars as the sensations rocked over me.

Kari reached behind me and grabbed my ass with both of her hands. She pulled my ass toward her, driving my cock down into her throat, our eyes still locked. The sight of Kari with my cock slid down her through was enough to nearly make me cum. She sensed this and slowly backed away, letting my cock slide out of her mouth covered in her spit. She used her spit now to lubricate my cock as her fist furiously pumped up and down my rigid shaft, licking the tip.

Kristen had now completely removed her suit and stood a few feet away from us, her fingers on one hand rolling her perfect nipples in between them, on the other her hardened clit. She leaned back against the wall, watching Kari's hand slide up and down my dick, occasionally disappearing back into her mouth. In the back of my mind, I had been wondering where Paul was, but I was distracted by Kari's excellent skills in sucking my cock. There was so much going on that I didn't know where to look. My wife had her finger buried inside her, Kari wrapped her lips around my dick to plunge it, once again, down her throat. Paul had his cock in his hand watching his wife suck my cock. Wait...what?! Paul stood by Kristen taking in the situation. He clearly wasn't angry, as his giant cock was in his hand instead of a baseball bat. He stood transfixed watching Kari as she worked my cock to perfection. Kristen ran her free hand down Paul's chest as he watched, resting against the base of his cock. Her tiny hands looked almost comical wrapped around the girth of Paul's cock. He leaned back against the wall next to Kristen and let her hand slide up his dick, both still watching Kari and I.

Kari stood up abruptly and pressed her sweat soaked body against mine, my cock sliding against her dripping entrance. Her tongue drove into my mouth as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her further into me. My hands slid over her ass as I felt my shaft slide against her clit. She whimpered into my ear each I moved. I could tell she desperately wanted my cock inside of her, but I wasn't sure how our audience would react to that. Kristen and Paul were still transfixed on us. His hands wrapped around my wife, fondling her tits as she worked both their privates in a hypnotized lust. I made the call and pulled Kari's waist up just enough for the head of my throbbing dick to push against her hole. She looked at me, our mouths locked, and she slammed herself down onto me. Her pussy was a faucet as we fucked each other in the kitchen in front of our spouses. Kari's wetness ran down her thigh and my dick plunged further and further into her hot sex. Gripping her ass, I fucked her with reckless abandon. The sweat poured down our bodies as they noisily slapped together, Kari grunting with pleasure with every thrust. Kari suddenly grabbed my hair, and threw her head back. Her pussy tightened like a vice around my dick as she came violently, spewing juices like a hose around my dick, down our legs, and onto the kitchen floor. She screamed as she kept cumming, sending me over the edge. I gripped her ass firmly, slammed my cock deep inside of her, and felt my balls spew load after load of hot cum into Kari's pussy. It mixed with the copious amounts of Kari's wetness and ran out of her slit and down her leg. We stood locked together, panting and dripping with sweat trying to catch our breath. I looked over to see Kristen slowly coating Paul's cock with the load he shot into her hand, her own wetness dripping down her thighs. They both smiled and left the doorway to the kitchen. I had no idea if Kari knew they had watched everything we just did. Kari slid off of my cock, and gave my ass a quick squeeze.

"I'm heading to the shower to clean off before they get back."

I guess she didn't. I found my wife in our own bathroom washing Paul's cum off of her hands. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen." she whispered lustily in my ear. I felt my cock stir again and thought to myself, "Last year was shitty, but this year is starting to look up!"

__________________ Note from the author: As this is my first attempt at a story, I welcome your feedback. Let me know if you like the story and if you want to read more on The Living Situation! Thanks for reading.