Note to the readers: This is a story about a couple that are not (yet) married, but are emotionally committed to each other. They are in an ethical physically non-monogamous relationship. They have been together for years yet maintain separate residences. They often spend nights at each other's residence and are rarely apart on any given weekend. They enjoy attending swingers' parties and revel in the pleasure of each other. While not married, they know it's in their future. The female half sets up a trade as a treat for her future husband.
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It was a Saturday morning like most others since Cheryl and I had been together. We had snuggled and fallen asleep naked the night before and when I woke up, we were tangled together in what some refer to as the "starfish" position. She was on her back with her legs spread and I was on my side beside her, one of my legs intertwined between hers in such a way that my morning wood was aimed at her open sex. When I opened my eyes and looked at my love, her eyes were still closed, and she appeared to still be sound asleep. But I knew a way she'd love to wake up.
Moving just barely I was able to push about half my cock into her. One of the quirks I love about Cheryl is that she seems perpetually wet and ready, so I knew I'd be able to make penetration without causing her any discomfort. I also knew she'd love waking up to the sensation of her pussy being filled. I wasn't wrong. As I pushed my length into her, I watched her face, seeing her gasp as she woke up, realized what was going on and reacted instinctively to the pleasure of my cock entering her. She arched her back and flexed her leg in such a way as to push her pussy down on me, taking the penetration from half to full.
Something that sounded like a purr escaped her I began stroking my hardness in and out of her, my hand caressing her from squeezing her breasts to pinching and pulling her hard nipples to rubbing her clit. Her purrs turned to moans and her body began to move in reaction to the pleasurable stimulation I was feeding her. I kept stroking my length in and out, sometimes just slow steady strokes and sometimes the full length of my manhood being slammed into her hard and fast. I knew what my lover enjoyed.
It didn't take long before I saw her orgasm building and very quickly after that her body began to spasm as the climax rocked through her. I could feel her pussy squeezing my length as I kept stroking within her, and I kept rubbing her clit with just the right pressure and pace to maximize her pleasure. We had been together a few years, and I knew her body well.
When she came down from her climax and her body relaxed, I left my cock buried in her, smiled when she opened her eyes and said, "Good morning," with a big evil grin on my face.
"Good morning, yourself," she said, matching my grin. "You gonna get yours now?"
I chuckled. "I wish," I replied, "but I gotta pee so bad it almost hurts." She giggled as I pulled out of her and made my way to the bathroom. It's near impossible to pee with a full erection and I had to wait a few minutes before I could relieve myself. When I went back to bed, expecting to get in and snuggle, enjoying a relaxed Sunday morning and perhaps getting some more play before we got up for the day, I was surprised to see my lover already up and in her robe. The clock showed not even seven o'clock yet. She looked over and saw the disappointed look on my face. As she tied her robe shut, she said, "Don't look so glum. You've got a fun day ahead." The disappointed look on my face changed to one of confusion. Cheryl threw my robe at me and crooked her finger indicating I should follow her to the kitchen.
As she poured us coffee, she explained what was going on. "I have a surprise set up for us today," she said matter-of-factly. I wasn't about to complain, and she knew I wouldn't. She often sets up sexually fun surprises for me or us and, thanks to our physically open relationship, it was never an issue. I wanted her to have and experience all the sexual fun she could, and she felt the same for me. Neither of us had ever let the other down or left the other hanging, so it worked well for us.
In between sipping her coffee she explained. "I have to get dressed and go out for the day. I'll be gone until about dinner time... five or six this evening, I guess. If you remember the couple we met, Mike and Janet, at that last swinger party we went to?" She waited for me to nod, indicating that yes, I remembered them. We hadn't played with them, but we had noticed them and agreed we'd love to if the opportunity arose. She continued. "Well, Janet and I had a conversation about the whole 'free use wife' thing that seems to be all the rage on internet porn now, and the concept turns both of us on. So we decided to trade places for today. I'm going over to their place to be Mike's free use woman for the day and Janet is coming over to do the same for you."
I let that sink in as I sipped my coffee. "Are there any restrictions?" I asked. I knew she'd let me know about any rules, concerns, controls, etc.
"None," Cheryl answered. "Everything has been cleared and taken care of. No condoms are needed. There are no restrictions on what you can do with her..." she paused and met my eyes before continuing, "or who you can invite over to share her with." That was an interesting thought. "Although anyone visiting has to use condoms. You do not."
"And you're going to their place to do the same for Mike for the day?"
She nodded with a big smile on her face. "I'll tell you every detail this evening when I get back."
"Fair enough," I said. "When is Janet supposed to be here?"
"Around nine," Cheryl said, glancing over at the clock. Then she looked back at me. "Long enough for us to enjoy breakfast and a shower together. But I'm not going to make you cum. I want you to save it up for her."
"Okay," I said, half disappointed and half understanding. "But if you're going to his place to be a free use slut for the day, I'm going to treat you that way before you leave here." The smile on her face widened as her eyes lit up with delight.
By 8:40 Cheryl was dressed and heading out the door. She was wearing only a snug fitting tube dress with a small strap that tied around her neck, holding up the front. It was just long enough to cover her ass. She wore slip on shoes for the drive over. Since we'd had our talk over that first cup of coffee, we'd enjoyed breakfast and the shower was divine. While I was a bit frustrated and eager to empty my balls, I suspected Janet would be talented at taking care of that. Cheryl had neatened up her pussy, shaving her lips and trimming the small pubic patch above her slit in a narrow inverted triangle, like an arrow pointing the way to her sex. Her pussy had stayed continuously wet and her nipples perpetually erect. Through our shower I had lathered every inch of her, making sure she was clean and fresh for Mike's enjoyment. I knew that would increase her relaxation and enjoyment as well. I also made sure to finger her to one orgasm and eat her to another. I almost drowned when she held my face into her pussy as she came, the water from the shower running down her front and giving me no air to breathe until she came down from her climax. She kind of returned the favor, cleansing me but not giving my hard cock more than a few strokes with her lathered hand. She caressed and massaged my balls and commented with a smirk about how much cum she expected me to unload into Janet.
With a hug, kiss and pat on the ass I saw Cheryl out the door and watched her sexy hips sway as she walked away. I closed the door but left it unlocked. Janet was due to arrive about nine and Cheryl told me I had the woman to enjoy until about five that evening. Cheryl had said, "Five-ish," and explained that the goal was to have Janet out the door sometime between five and six, preferably so she could be home by six. Cheryl assured me she'd be home to me by six herself and that she was looking forward to our reunion as she described her day.
As I waited for Janet to arrive, I tried to figure out what to do with the day... besides enjoy her sexually in any way I wanted whenever the mood struck me. As much as I enjoyed sex and could be creative with it, sex for 8+ hours was a little unrealistic. Of course, it was easy to plan every part of my place that I wanted to have sex with her and how. From the shower to the kitchen counter to the living room sofa and on to the bed... There wasn't a room I didn't want to enjoy her in, but did I really want to be stuck in the house all day? Did I want to do nothing but sex? As I considered it, I realized that there were a few fun things we could do out of the house and since free use wasn't restricted TO the house, I figured out a few other places we could go.
I was stirring sugar into my last cup of coffee for the morning when there was a tap on the front door. "Come in!" I called, and was rewarded with Janet letting herself in. She was as I remembered her: about five feet three or four inches tall, creamy skin with a very light smattering of freckles on her cheeks, upper chest and shoulders, what looked like a very fine set of DD breasts and a firm ass atop some sexy legs. Her auburn hair was mostly light brown with some shades of red mixed in. I couldn't tell if she colored it or if that was her natural hair color. I smirked slightly thinking to myself that unless she shaved her pussy, I'd find out her natural hair color shortly. She was wearing a very short pair of shorts that fit her snugly and a low v-cut tank top with no bra (it was obvious). She had on a pair of sandals, but she slipped out of them almost immediately upon entering and closed the door behind her.
"Good morning, Frank," she said with a smile, dropping her purse and keys on the front hall table. Without pausing she traipsed over to me in the kitchen, put her arms around me and stood on her toes to bring her mouth to mine. It was a very passionate, tongue filled, almost soul-searching kiss. Knowing she was mine for the day and that we both were very aware of the fact that I was going to enjoy her in every sexual way, I let my hands drop to her ass while we kissed, squeezing and caressing those fine firm cheeks. I gave her right cheek a light smack and she moaned into my mouth, so I gave it a harder smack and she moaned deeper.
As we continued kissing her hands dropped down to the belt holding my robe shut (I hadn't seen any need to get dressed after showering) and I had to stop her. I didn't want everything started and then over too quickly. "Not quite yet," I said to answer the questioning look on her face. "I've got you for the whole day. I'm not going to use you up in the first hour."
"Damnit," she said with a grin. "Mike got me so worked up this morning I need fucked some kind of bad." She reached down and gave a light caress / stroke to my semi-erect cock which was pretty obvious through just the light material of my robe. "Feels like you're getting kinda needy too." The devilish twinkle in her eye gave away just how naughty she was feeling, and I was very much looking forward to seeing just how slutty she would embrace being during the day.
Holding her chin in my hand and with an evil grin I said, "Oh, you're going to get fucked, in every way I can manage and in plenty of places you might not expect, but you're here for my free use, not for you to free use me."
She smiled brightly. "Can't blame a girl for trying, can you?"
