Love in the Age of Coronavirus

I am 33, and an Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) in Chicago. The last two months have been hell for all of us EMT’s, with double shifts, no weekends off, and clunking around dying people in full isolation gear all day long.
My wife Judy, 32, is a school teacher, and during the crisis she is doing Zoom classes three hours each day, which she managed to arrange to be all morning, no afternoons.
She is completely freaked out by the virus shutdown, and is on the verge of pulling her hair out. She can’t go to yoga, which was her main exercise thing before. She can’t get her hair done. She is too scared to go to the grocery store, so she signed up for home delivery. She is having nightmares every night, whether or not I’m home.
Two weeks ago I called around 2 PM to tell her that instead of my usual quitting time of 6 PM, I had to work an extra shift, which would get me home around 2:30 AM. But that afternoon things quieted down, so our manager decided to take advantage of the lull to give the EMT’s a chance to get some sleep instead of working another shift. My partner, MaryLee (not her real name), a cute Latina who is a very close friend, invited me to her place for a drink. In truth, I had wanted to ball her since we started working together, but we had maintained a professional working relationship.
Something about the virus crisis shredded that professional veneer, and we spent three hours in her bed, screwing and napping. It was the best sex and the best relaxation I had enjoyed in years. I discovered that she loved to take it in the ass, so that’s where I went the second and third times. About 9 PM I couldn’t get it up again, so I got dressed, gave MaryLee an apologetic kiss, and drove home. I came in quietly, thinking Judy would be asleep, then heard a noise in the bedroom. Sure enough she was in bed, but she sure as hell wasn’t asleep, and neither was the young hunk with her. They were naked, and doing a 69 that was getting her so turned on she kept pulling her mouth off his cock to shout things like, “Oh, God!” and “Suck me, Steven!”
I stood there in the doorway of the dark room, sadly watching them fuck, for about ten minutes, then Judy saw me and shouted, “SHIT! Andy, oh my God! I’m so sorry, I…” I replied, “Just finish what you’re doing, you seem to be enjoying it. I’ll get myself something to drink in the kitchen,” and I left, closing the door behind me. It surprised me that they went along with my suggestion and stayed in the bedroom for another 20 minutes. Then the guy walked by the kitchen saying, “Sorry, Dude,” and walked out the door.
Judy came out right after him, wrapped in her robe. It pulled open a bit as she walked toward me, and I saw she had a big smear of cum sliding down her leg- I guess it never occurred to her to make him wear a condom. I think she was too freaked out to notice it, and probably thought I was going to divorce her for sure. She stood there like an eighth grader in front of the principal, her head down. I asked her, “How long has this been going on?” She started to say something, but then sighed and said, “Over a month now- almost every time you’ve had a night shift. I’m so sorry.” I asked, “Who is he?” and she said, “Steven teaches gym and coaches the boys’ basketball team at my school. He’s really a nice guy.”
Now, that pissed me off. “Yeah, I could tell what a nice guy he was, shoving his meat into my wife IN MY BED!” Even as I said it, though, I knew I was being a hypocrite. “Do you love him?” I asked her more quietly. “No! Not at all- he’s just a guy I can stand to be in the same room with, who has a really hot body. It was just fucking, Andy.” “So why?” I asked. She started to cry, crumpling onto a kitchen chair. “I was going crazy being here all day every day, not knowing if you were going to die, or if I would, watching the TV news about all the horrible things happening. I couldn’t take it anymore. So I called Steven and told him I was going crazy, and he said he was too, so I asked him if he wanted to fuck.”
I took a long drink of my beer, watching her eyes. I knew I loved her, and I felt sorry for her, so I knew what I had to do. “Judy,” I said, “I understand what you’re saying, and I’m sorry I’m not here every night to help you through it. And I love you, so if this is what you need to get through this crisis, I’m willing to live with it. Hell, I might go crazy and get laid myself sometime. But you have to promise me one thing- if you start to develop feelings for this guy, you will quit doing it with him, immediately. Find another one if you have to, and just tell me you switched.
“I am going to want you all to myself when this is over, you understand?”
She nodded, crying, and came over to me to kiss me.

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