Coping with Covid

You’re glad to see your wife up and feeling better.  Covid knocked her on her ass pretty good last week.  She didn’t have major symptoms, just an annoying cough and a bit of a sore throat, but for the past few days she felt drained and stayed in bed.  Speaking of drained, now that you see her fresh out of the shower and in a tight shirt and equally tight leggings, you realize how much you’d like to drain your cock.  You size her up from your seat at the kitchen table…

“Seriously?” you ask, admiring your wife’s big juicy ass while she pours a fresh cup of coffee.

“Seriously what?” she asks while turning to face you, nipples bulging through her thin t-shirt, causing your dick to swell.  It’s a wonder how you even noticed the puzzled look on her face considering her massive tits and hard nipples have your full attention.

“Seriously, even though your symptoms are gone, you can still infect me?”

“Yes!” she confirms for at least the fourth time this week.  “I know, I know, it’s a small chance, but better safe than sorry.  We can’t afford you missing a week of work too, so I should keep my distance for a few more days…” your wife trails off as she notices the growing bulge in your sweat pants, “which means you need to keep THAT in your pants.”

“Hmmm…” You rub your chin while deep in thought, still staring at her huge chest.

“Hmmm what?” she asks, placing a hand on her hip before sipping her coffee.

“I was just calculating the cost in lost wages if I got Covid while motorboating your magnificent rack.”

“Judging by the size of your chest, I’d say you’re still congested.  You should make an appointment to see me.”

“I was just thinking… if I’m behind you, we would be facing the same direction and I probably wouldn’t catch Covid.”