Background -
I'm Andy 41, 5'10", 180lbs, short greying hair with green eyes. My parents had both died when I was in third grade and I lived with my maternal grandparents until they died while I was at college. My parents had good life insurance policies that my grandparents had invested well on my behalf and when they died they left their house and possessions to me. As a result of this I was in a very fortunate financial position with my grandparents big old house and close to a million dollars in shares and property thanks to their diligent money management. I went to college and graduated in Law, I met my wife Laura soon afterwards she's four years older than me, a gorgeous brunette with dark brown eyes - 5'4", 150lbs, 32G bust with an ass to die for. Despite her incredible curves Laura has always felt very self-conscious about her body (thanks to a lot of bad dating, several date rape experiences at college and works Christmas parties where the men got over-friendly) and I am constantly re-assuring her that she is beautiful, I've done a professional massage course and regularly give her loving full body massages to make her feel good about herself, sometimes if I'm lucky it ends in oily sex, other times she'll let me eat her pussy or ass until she comes, most of the time she still feels self conscious and so it ends in cuddling and blue balls.
Present -
The big old house was finally empty, Paul our youngest had just turned 18 and was off to college, John our middle son was 20 and deep into a computer science degree and Lindsey our eldest had just graduated and had moved to the city 100 miles away with her boyfriend, starting her career at a prestigious law firm. My wife and I decided to rent out Lindsey's room as it was the biggest and had its own en-suite, we agreed that we would save the rent for Lindsey's wedding, which we knew would be coming at some point and maybe helping her to buy a nice house to settle down in and have kids.
We both interviewed a lot of potential tenants and were beginning to give up hope of ever finding a lodger that we both liked when Marcus called and arranged a viewing. He was well dressed, smelt good and had a relaxed confident air, not cocky but self assured and naturally commanded the room with his understated charisma. He was very tall (6'4"), muscular (240lbs) and dark skinned, with a bright smile and easy laugh he reminded me of Mario Itodje the English rugby player.
He told us he was 20 and studying Business and Drama at the local comprehensive college but didn't seem to have an ounce of 'college boy' in him, he seemed like the perfect lodger. By the time the tour had finished and we were in the lounge talking we were both under his spell and I surprised myself when I accepted his rental offer even though it was $100 below our asking price. When he hesitated further my wife offered to waive the initial deposit, he smiled and finally agreed to be our tenant.
We all settled into the new routine, I typically worked from home Mondays and Tuesdays, went into the office Wednesdays and Thursdays and Friday did a weekly landlord check of my rented properties to see how the tenants were getting on, whether any work needed doing around the place, etc. My wife was a doctor at the hospital so her shift pattern changed weekly, Marcus had his classes and depending on the day either left just after breakfast or mid morning. We would usually all sit down together for dinner around 7pm as long as my wife wasn't working nights then Marcus would either head to his room, cycle to the gym on campus or go out with his friends. He never had friends over, smoked or drank and he always did his share of washing up and kept his room neat and tidy, he really was the perfect tenant.
With Marcus around my wife and I stopped having sex completely . We were both to scared of him hearing us and of the shame and embarrassment of having to face him afterwards knowing that he had heard us. Even the massages I gave Laura were now neck, back and shoulders only.
Before we had kids we didn't have sex often - maybe once a week or twice a month. I was very aware of Laura's insecurities and didn't want to trigger a past trauma by pushing her. When we did have sex I let her take the lead and asked "is this okay" or "did you like that" when I touched her. When the kids arrived sex dwindled to birthdays, anniversaries and valentines day due to the toxic combination of work stress, trying to raise your kids to be good, grounded, caring people while giving them the opportunities you never had growing up and the torture of constant sleep deprivation.
Now for the last four months we hadn't had sex at all because we didn't want Marcus to hear us. I hadn't even been able to give Laura a massage, which I usually did once or twice a month as a way of keeping us connected and our anaemic sex life alive.
The holidays were coming up and Marcus had mentioned about going to stay with his family for a while and coming back a week before his classes started to make sure he was up to date with his reading and try to get back into shape before the pre-season started. We decided that it would be nice to have a small dinner party together before he left, to celebrate both the three month anniversary of him staying with us and an early holiday celebration before he left.