The day that the WHO declared the Covid pandemic was the same day that I was supposed to be having a date with my boyfriend. He decided that he had to cancel as he deals with the public, and so does his girlfriend. We're so open about all this, that before we started having sex last November, all five of us (including his wife) had a big meeting together to discuss how things were going down and how it might affect everyone.

But while the Rona might have put a kink in our style, my wife's imagination goes into overdrive at the drop of a hat. She's always making up new scenarios in her head about how I'm going to get gangbanged at work, or how I meet a stranger on the street, or how I end up sucking some guy's dick in a bar. She'll be remembering the time boyfriend and I had a shower together while she was at work, or that time years ago when we had a threesome together. Or she'll make up something new about what will happen when I get to see him again.

Then she'll enact her fantasies by fucking me with her strapon, or just using my ass as a pillow to grind out a few orgasms. Or I'll show her how it feels to be me when I get my ass fucked, and fuck hers.

We all can't wait until I can get the real thing again.