It's Not Cheating If...

We knew it was a bit unorthodox for a recently married couple to be living with a roommate, but we were not in the best place financially and wanted to take our time finding the right house. I worked at home as a software developer, my husband Ben worked in sales for a midsized paper company. Some months, based on his commission, we would save a lot. We have had to dip into savings recently though with the wedding and being out of the "busy season" for sales as he puts it.

I don't make the best money as a software developer either, it's a male dominated field and I sometimes get the feeling I'm being overlooked for big projects just for being a girl in my early 20s. I admit it's not in my nature to be assertive and stand up for myself at work, so I end up being a valuable "worker bee" and just do what others tell me. I am not unhappy about it though, I admit I sometimes like being told what to do so I can just turn off my brain.

Working from home has had benefits in that area as well, being a young woman surrounded by that many guys in an office can be difficult. I know I have an attractive face by today's beauty standards... but I am a little curvy. They call it being "thicc" these days but I could stand to lose some weight. I have dark wavy hair that frame my pale-ish face. I wear thick frame glasses that I think give me that hot gamer girl look that my husband loves. When I worked in the office before the pandemic despite my best efforts to avoid social interactions I was hit on frequently. I admit I didn't always HATE it, especially from some of the managers. Something about knowing what they were doing was wrong from an HR standpoint, combined with their authority made me kinda hot. I could get distracted at work daydreaming about one manager in particular that would commonly make crude remarks as I walked by, thinking that I didn't hear. The crazy part was he was not even attractive! He was a balding, fat, middle aged manager type but like i said... Something about the combination of wrongness and authority can really work me up. I would walk by frequently just to try and hear something when I got particularly horny. I'd then go back to my desk and squeeze my legs together thinking about what his fat ugly cock might look like...

Some days I would come home pretty horny for my husband. He wasn't always in the mood though, and I didn't really want him asking too many questions about why I always came home so horny so sometimes I would stop somewhere in my car on the way home and rub one out. I'd shuffle my jeans down, pull my panties to the side and fantasize about the crude manager at work talking nasty to me, jerking off, while I sucked and nuzzled his big balls from under his desk... It never took me very long to finish. I guess i should point out, my favorite sex act is oral. Giving mostly but i like receiving too. I have never gotten off completely from just blowing a guy, but it has been VERY close.

So for all those reasons it has been good to be home and focused on my husband Ben and myself. I have a passing thought about the dirty managers at my work but for the most part I don't think about it as much. My husband enjoys my oral fetish as much as any guy might, but he usually wants to finish off in my pussy. He wears condoms at that point of course, I am not much into birth control and we don't have any interest in kids at this point in our lives. Maybe someday. I could be completely happy in a relationship where I just get to suck him off, but I think he feels guilty after a while of me going down on him and wants to "return the favor" with sex. I'm afraid of admitting to him how dirty I am, how I could probably get off just by suckling his balls. He is pretty vanilla and I am afraid of losing him if I ask him to let me suck his cock 24/7. He keeps himself pretty clean too, he showers every day before work and is pretty thorough with hygiene. So it's rare if ever he has that manly musk that really gets my pussy gushing, and I would never risk his image of me by asking if he would go a few days without showering so I could stick my nose under his balls and live there for a few hours...

I digress though, my sexual frustrations aside, like I mentioned we just recently got married a few months ago. We have been living with our roommate Dale for a few years in our 2 bedroom apartment. Dale was a friend of Ben from college. We all get along great so it just made sense for us to try and save some money while we can. Dale is a really close friend of mine now as well. He was at our wedding party and has been living with us for a few years now. I trust him and know he is a good person. Dale is a bigger guy, 6 foot 2 or something around there. Has a little bit of a gut and a little chubby but not very much body hair. I have always considered him a bit of a gentle giant, but he doesn't have anything close to a meek personality.

He has a certain charm about him that can make anyone feel comfortable once he flashes his big smile. He has the most confidence that I have ever seen in a fatter guy. He doesn't really put much thought into his appearance but it doesn't seem to impact how he carries himself at all. In contrast to my husband's neat and clean appearance, Dale is sloppy and sometimes dirty. It's odd too because my husband is shy and a bit of an introvert, but Dale is outgoing and confident. None of that has been a big issue though. Dale respects our boundaries as a couple and leaves a small footprint on the apartment outside of his own room. He does the dishes, takes out the trash and keeps things neat in our shared area.

The problems have only started recently now that Dale is also working from home with me. He works as a team lead for a consulting company and they decided his position could be done remotely. My husband Ben leaves for his job early in the morning so it has been me on my computer in the living room area and Dale in his own room pretty much all day. The problem is when I have been home alone in the past, I would have time now and then to "take care of business". My horniness will build and build while working and I will watch some blowjob porn to get myself off about 2 - 3 times a day so I can focus. With Dale around it has become a bit of a problem. He leaves his door open most of the time unless one of us is in a meeting, and I would be mortified if I was caught so I just haven't been doing it. I have tried taking my phone into the bathroom a few times but it takes me a long time to get off and I know Dale would be curious what the hell i was doing for half an hour 3 times a day in there.

Dale's hygiene has been going down hill as well since he started his remote position. A manly, musky smell will invade my space if he walks by for a drink or something from the kitchen. Don't get me wrong, he isn't filthy but an extra day or so without showering makes a difference. Especially for someone like me that has a hidden, dirty, specific fetish and is sensitive to this kind of thing. I have started to have similar thoughts about the ugly manager back in the office. Even to the point where I would ask Dale to grab me something from the kitchen while pretending to be on a call just so he would walk by. I would sneak a finger into my panties and edge myself constantly. What's worse is Dale is a team lead that doesn't take nonsense from his direct reports. I frequently hear his stern, commanding voice to put his team members in thier place. I've caught myself openly touching my pussy without even realizing it when he has his door closed and giving someone a verbal warning. I know he runs a big team with high turnover, so he is always having to manage his people and be "the bad guy" as he puts it.

I know it's wrong as a married woman to be lusting after my roommate, but it's not like I'm even attracted to him! It's the combination I mentioned earlier... wrongness and authority. I had to drop a call earlier this week when Dale had just walked back into his room, leaving that lusty smell in my area and he started verbally reprimanding one of his employees. I nearly came just sitting there with the assault on my 2 senses. I dropped the call and rushed past Dale's closed door into the bathroom. I was sure my soaking wet pussy could cum in seconds and I needed to badly. I dropped my shorts and panties immediately after locking the door and went to town on my clit while standing in front of the mirror.

"Oh Emily..." I thought as I looked at myself. "You depraved fucking whore!". I bit my bottom lip when I looked past myself in the mirror and saw a pair of Dale's boxers hanging loose from the hamper. "You wouldn't.." I thought to myself but before I knew what was happening I snatched the dirty boxers and brought them over my nose. My other hand started flying over my clit furiously now as I inhaled the nasty smell of Dale's ripe underwear. I started cumming almost right away, I am not much of a squirter but my juices were streaming down my legs. I had a second orgasm immediately after the first which surprised me, i was also surprised to hear I was letting out an involuntary moan the entire time. I couldn't help myself and allowed myself to inhale the delicious funk one more time.

I turned the boxers so the spot where Dale's taint would be in the underwear was right under my nose. I took a big nasty breath in. My pussy quivered and let out some more runny slime but I was too spent to cum again. I shamefully wiped the boxers all over my face so I could enjoy the lingering smell the rest of the day, placed them back in the hamper and pulled up my panties. I immediately regretted it though because I was much more wet then i realized. I took them off, added the soaked panties to the hamper and cleaned myself up before flushing the toilet to cover my tracks and returning to my desk.

The rest of the day was uneventful, but I didn't forget the mind shattering cum I had from smelling Dale's underwear directly though. It was practically all I thought about, especially since every now and again I would get a whiff of the smell I rubbed all over my face and my pussy would twitch. This was different then Ben's smell, even if he went a day or 2 without showering. This was stronger, dirtier, nastier and it made it even more exciting for me. I felt horribly guilty and offered my husband blowjobs, sex, whatever he wanted when he got home but he said he was too tired. I was disappointed but not surprised. We loved each other deeply, but I know his sex drive has always been much lower then mine.

The 3 of us roomies decided we would hang out after we were done working on Friday and have a few drinks at home. Which brings us to where we are now. I still feel guilty about what I did earlier this week but I have been trying not to think much about it. It's not like I cheated, I just have a dirty kink that I need to address from time to time. "You can handle this Emily," I told myself. Dale is a nice guy we have known for years, he has never given me any reason not to trust him and I know I would never make a move to cheat on my husband, who I love dearly, so I can handle this working situation at home.

The 3 of us were drinking margaritas on the couch after dinner. We were all feeling pretty good, Ben had his arm around me and we were facing Dale as they debated something or another. I hate myself for it but I tuned out while looking at Dale's shorts. They were the baggy basketball kind of shorts but with him sitting down I could swear I could make out the outline of his cock. Was he not wearing underwear? How big was it? It must be big for how tall and big he is. Did he have big balls too? I don't think he showered today...

"What do you think babe?" Ben asked me.

I snapped out of my dirty thoughts and tried to think about what they were saying. "What do I think about what?" I asked.

They both laughed. Ben smiled down at me and said "You still with us? The margaritas were strong but not that strong! We were talking about something I overheard at work today. A new guy bullshitting while taking a break outside. Have you ever heard of this 'Soaking' thing?" he said with a wry smile.

I thought about it for a second, "No, I don't think so." I admitted, "What's that?"

"Apparently there are kids that think its not actual sex if you just put it in an neither of you move. The girl just 'soaks' it inside her but as long as neither of them move its not actually sex!" Ben laughed but Dale just nodded along. "I think it's bullshit, they just want to justify it so they can claim to be virgins or claim they didn't cheat," he said. "But Dale here agrees!"

Dale put his hands up in defense "Whoa i never said i agreed to that! i think if P goes in V then its sex. I just said anything short of insertion could just be considered a massage and not really sex. I mean, that's how babies are made right? So anything in that realm is definitely sex but everything else... like foreplay and whatnot, not really sex. You are still a virgin even if you have, erm" Dale shifted in his seat a moment and i couldn't help but linger again in his shorts...

I blurted out, "if you have sucked a cock" i finished for Dale. I smiled at him being uncomfortable saying it in front of us. It's not like him to be shy but he always tried to respect us as a couple.

Ben nodded, "I guess I could see that... I thought you were saying 'soaking' was legit not sex" he burst out laughing again, I could tell he was slightly drunk. "What do you think Babe?" he asked while looking back to me

"Uhm, well I haven't thought much about it. But I agree this 'soaking' thing sounds really weird. Are kids really doing that? It's definitely sex though." We all took a second to giggle over the absurdity of the conversation. Once we recovered I said "ah... i think there are some limits that could be considered sex even though its not like, physically inserting the guys dick into a vagina. If we are talking about cheating though, I definitely think there is emotional cheating that doesn't require 'P in V' how Dale puts it." We all laughed again

The conversation carried on but I zoned out again. I caught a glimpse of what I thought was Dale's cockhead outlined in his shorts and I was determined to see it again. We all had a few more drinks and were at the point of turning in for the night. I was pretty drunk and staring at Dale's crotch more than I should have, but I think we all were so no one noticed. All parties involved were slurring heavily.

My mind snapped back to the conversation when I heard Ben saying "Wow really? I'm afraid I'm just a standard missionary guy myself. Emily is more exciting in this area than I am" he chuckled.

"Wait, what? What are you dorks talking about now?" I asked, admitting I was zoned out again.

Dale laughed and said "nothing, nothing, I was just admitting some kinks to Ben."

"Well, don't be shy now!" I said and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't catch it, what did he say babe?" i asked Ben.

Ben laughed nervously, "uhh.. well he gave his order of holes" he laughed again. "He said in order it is Mouth, Ass, Pussy" my eyes widened at the turn the conversation had taken while we were all drunk. I looked at Dale and he just smiled back at me confidently.

"Really!?" I said incredulously. My problems recently at home were driving me onward now I knew, but I didn't care. I was thinking about all the naughty fantasies I could have at home the next time I have an earth shattering orgasm in the bathroom with Dale's underwear if I also knew some of his kinks. "So you like blowjobs that much?"

Despite his normal confidence Dale actually blushed, but he kept smiling at us. Ben was a giggling mess next to me. "Well, yea. And other things..." Dale said.

"Wait, what other things?!" my pussy twitched when he said that, this was something i HAD to know.

Dale hesitated, "uhh.. well its kind of embarrassing but we are all drunk as hell and i dont think you guys would kink shame me, so fuck it. Rimjobs... i really like rimjobs ok?" he laughed nervously. Ben nearly lost his mind; he was laughing so hard. I just kept looking at Dale with my mouth open. I can't believe he would admit something like that! The outrageousness of it made me giggle next to my husband as well, but my pussy was juicing up at the thought. Did Dale just unlock a new kink for me as well? What would it be like to tongue a guy's ass? What would it be like to tongue DALE'S ass? "Oh god '' I thought to myself. "It would be so smelly and dirty.." Just hearing this was putting me in the same state I was when I had to rush into the bathroom to cum earlier in the week. I was so in my own head I didn't realize I said the last thought out loud.

Dale looked offended. "Sure it's probably a little smelly, but not as dirty as you think. It's not like I go around with poop in my butt all day" Ben still had not recovered from his laughing fit and this sent him off all over again. My husband has a contagious laughter so in no time we were all red in the face laughing at Dale's admission.

Once Ben recovered enough he said something that shocked me, "Emily here likes oral too. Right babe? That's how we always start!" I couldn't believe he was sharing details about our intimacy together! He must have been extremely drunk.

"Uhh" i said "I haven't given a rimjob before but that's not really something Dale has to kno-"

Ben cut me off with more, "She has gotten real close though! she loves it under my balls" Dale's eyebrows went up and he looked at me. Something in his look caught me off guard, he's never looked at me like that before. There was a hunger there, a curiosity he didn't have before. I was too pissed at Ben to really take much more notice though.

"I do not!" I denied. "Ben, you fucking asshole! You are way too drunk, I can't believe you said that! You need to go to sleep" I crossed my arms and frowned. Ben's chuckling cut off quickly when he saw I was actually pissed.

"Ah, sorry babe. Too far... I know" He got up from the couch. "Sorry Dale, that was inappropriate. See you tomorrow. Sorry, babe. i'm just shitfaced i'm going to turn in" he slurred as he made his way across the room.

I looked away from him, still frowning as he shuffled into our bedroom and closed the door. I could hear him hit the bed and was probably unconscious in seconds.

Dale was looking at me still, his cheeks were a bit flushed from admitting what he did earlier. His lips were pressed together now like he was trying not to laugh still though. I looked at him and couldn't help but slowly start to hold back my own smile. Soon enough the pressure built for both of us and we started laughing at each other.

Once we recovered from yet another giggle fit Dale got a serious look on his face and looked me in the eye. "So, can I ask you something, Emily?"

"Erm" I said nervously. "Yea, what's up?" I could hear myself slurring a little. I should probably turn in soon as well.

"I've noticed you staring at my crotch all night. What are you hoping to see there?" He said clearly and confidently with a cocky smile.

My eyes went wide and I felt my face immediately redden. I should have flatly denied it but my head was not working quickly under the influence of all the alcohol. "Uhh, err..." I shifted myself in my spot on the couch and said "Uh, yea sorry" my cheeks burned with embarrassment and I looked at my feet.

"So what gives?" he said. "You and Ben have a strong relationship, but you have been looking like you are trying to see through my shorts all night, and you have been acting a little strange during the week as well. I'm pretty sure I heard you masturbate in the bathroom on Tuesday right after I left the room."

My eyes went wide and I wanted to scream inside, I have never been so embarrassed... EVER. I feel like my face went a deeper shade of red and I started to sweat. There was no way out of this now so I just decided to trust Dale with part of the truth. "It's uhhh..'' I took a deep breath and blurted out, "Its your smell". I glared at him in defiance, daring him to mock me.