Freeuse Wife

This is a story mostly about meeting a wonderful husband, but I will start with me. I will admit that from the day I found masturbation, I had not gone a day without at least two orgasms! I was a self-described slut! I vowed to myself I would not deny a boyfriend trying anything at least once. Sadly, very few men took advantage of that. I admit I was not a supermodel. 5'4" tall and curvy, my breasts came in fast as a freshman. I had a curvy figure with 38D breasts and weighed around 160 lbs, with a slight muffin top. I was strong; I worked out 4 days a week, but I was not skinny. Long brown hair, about the middle of my back. Honestly, I ate too much at the time; I didn't understand nutrition at all until I met Don. Dressing conservatively may have affected how I was perceived by men.

I always tried to hide my huge attention-grabbing boobs with loose tops and pants that were not tight. Frumpy, I guess I dressed frumpy. But my first boyfriend asked for a hand job and got it; he could not keep his hands off my tits, which was fine with me. After he finally asked for and received a blowjob, which I very happily swallowed. Which apparently was a problem, because when I went to kiss him after, he was so disgusted, he never spoke to me again.

I didn't have another boyfriend until my senior year, just before prom. He seemed to be a very happy young man; he enjoyed blowjobs regularly. He appreciated the sensitivity and softness of my breasts, showing affection by slapping, licking, kissing, and fucking them. I loved every second of it! He also seemed to enjoy finger-fucking me every chance he got. Prom night I got my first cock-induced orgasm. I fucked him until early morning. So many friends had bad experiences their first time, but not me. I had a load in my mouth and another on my breasts before he very confidently fucked me. He wasn't a three-minute man; he fucked me for almost 20 minutes before filling me with his wonderful seed. Sadly, though, that night gave him the confidence to ask a cheerleader out.

In college I finally received oral pleasure, enjoyed anal, and even a little BDSM. But only 3 boyfriends: all of them got anything they asked for but seemed to gain the confidence from me to ask the girl they really wanted. My porn preferences were all over the place; I enjoyed a variety of fantasies, including scenarios involving women, men, and different combinations. After a nice buzz from pot and beer, I even enjoyed my first lesbian relationship. Sadly, after a few months, I had to admit I liked cock; she wasn't willing to allow a man to join us or allow me to get some dick now and then. She was good with her strap-on, but it just wasn't the same; she didn't smell the same, and fuck it, I like swallowing cum!

I found myself grappling with doubts about ever finding a partner who truly understood and matched my needs and desires. At 22, that was a seriously depressing thought; I tried not to think it. My toy assortment got very large from that point, and I usually was getting myself off two to five times a day. I had an on-again, off-again cuddle fuck partner with my suitemate Wendi. We knew we weren't going to be together forever, but we did enjoy getting each other off; I even helped her with a boyfriend who wanted a threesome. They did get married, and I was a bridesmaid; happily, I got her off just minutes before she said "I do.".

Shortly after her wedding, I decided to try dating again. At 23, soon to be 24, I was wondering if I could find a man for me. After a few dates, I had zero luck. Then I read about a handsome man, a 6'5" divorced 40-year-old. He looked to be in good shape; his grey hair was sexy. His profile message was cut and dry. "Seeking monogamous FREEUSE female. Join me for dinner and an evening out to decide if we have chemistry. Only serious inquiries, please."

Despite the significant age gap, I couldn't resist the temptation of experiencing multiple orgasms at the thought of him, which motivated me to reach out. "I would be interested in dinner and an evening out, but understand I am considerably younger than you, so I understand if you pass." I had another orgasm, hoping he would reply. He did reply, "If you are interested in a FREEUSE monogamous relationship, your age is fine with me." He included his number, and I called him. He lived 90 minutes away, so we arranged to meet that weekend; he came to my town for the evening.

He was scheduled to pick me up at 5:30 pm for dinner at the renowned restaurant downtown, where he would offer me choices for the evening, including dancing, watching a movie, bar hopping, or any other activity. I was so ridiculously excited and horny, I got my hair done, a fresh waxing the day before (I always get red from the waxing for about a day), and fresh nails. I even got a dress; I didn't have many back then. I picked a nice black silk thong with a matching silk bra. My black dress showed off my cleavage but hid my muffin top; Spanx helped, of course.

I only had an early class that day, and that wasn't good because I was horny and excited for my date. I went to the gym, got extra cardio, and had a great leg workout. That really helped keep me from masturbating all day. I started getting ready and managed to keep my hand out of my silky panties, which were already getting damp in anticipation of my date.

The text came; he is downstairs. "On my way down!" When I got out front, he was standing by his truck. When I smiled, he walked to me, took my hand, kissed my cheek, and said, "Sarah?" I nodded, "You look gorgeous!" I smiled but couldn't say anything; he smelled so good! He guided me toward the truck. I finally was able to say, "You look very handsome, Don!" He opened the door and helped me into the truck. When he got in the truck, he suggested sharing my location with my friend if I wished. And off we went. He asked about my day; I told him everything I told you except anything about how hard it was to keep my hands out of my panties. He worked half the day, went to the gym, then got ready before driving to me.

Once we got to dinner, we made a little small talk. He talked about his ex-wife and kids. He asked about my schooling, when I will graduate, and what my plans were. The whole time, I was trying to muster up the nerve to ask him my real question. He finally stopped talking and looked at me inquisitively. "You clearly have a question you want to ask; please ask it."

I was so relieved and nervous at the same time. "Don, I know I should have asked already, but I really don't want to waste any more of your time. I know what monogamous means; I am definitely interested in that, but what does "free use mean to you? Because the definition is ambiguous, and, well, porn shows FREEUSE usually as an incest type thing, or bored women giving it up with little to no interest. And everything in between, including submissives and sex slaves. So, what does it mean to you?"

He clarified that he is not interested in the incestuous scenarios. I spent 20 years with a woman who was up for anything and everything at first; we had sex 2-5 times per day. In the last 5 years, I was lucky to get laid once a week, begging constantly for even that. Blowjobs became very rare, and anal somehow became disgusting. FREEUSE to me is when we are alone, and we have all the permission needed for sex. If I want a blowjob, I ask, and you give it. If you want me to eat your ass, you ask, and I do it. Or you simply drop your panties, lay me down, and sit on my face. I have no interest in being denied sex anymore.

As far as submissives and/or sex slaves, I have no interest in training a slave at this time; if after a year or so we are completely compatible and it is something you are interested in, we can discuss it then. However, I am a dominant; I have and will be submissive rarely and only to an experienced mistress. I would be ok with a submissive FREEUSE female, though."

We ate and drank this whole time, getting strange looks from the waitress who probably thought Don was my dad and wondering why we were talking openly about sex. We talked about a bunch of things: interests, hobbies, and what we do when we are bored. We even talked about how difficult it is to find someone interested in being remotely faithful.

As our discussions progressed, it always circled back to the topic of sex. "What is the difference between a submissive and a sex slave?" I inquired. "Submissives to me are best described like a dog; a submissive's sole purpose in life, or what makes them happy, is making their owner happy. So simply, you know I like blow jobs, and when we sit down to watch TV, you would pull my cock out and suck it, or you would ask if you could. My submissives have been allowed to cum at will."

Then he continued, "A slave makes no choices; they choose to do what they are told when they are told. Orgasm allowed only with permission. This can be fun but is exhausting because slaves receive constant corrections. Submissives get immediate correction, but it is quick and over. So you are sucking my cock and painfully dragging your teeth across the head; I slap your ass or face, and the correction was immediate and over.

The difference between FREEUSE and submissive. FREEUSE is only at home, and both partners have equal ability to initiate or receive. Where a submissive would have the same freedom to initiate but would be doing it from the perspective of pleasing her partner. So you really want to get eaten out, but you know I really like anal after a shower. So you ask me to fuck your ass, but then while I am fucking you, you tell me how much you want my tongue in your cunt. The biggest difference is where a submissive is FREEUSE. A submissive is typically FREEUSE anytime you are alone or can be discreet, instead of just at home."

By the time we had finished eating, if he had suggested getting a hotel room to fuck, I would have been prepared. Don asked for the check; he already had an idea I was submissive. He looked at me, "You now have three options: 1. You have had enough; we had a great dinner, but this was too much, and you want to go home. I'll get you an Uber or drive you home; your choice. 2. You are still curious if we have chemistry and want to go to the club, or I have a dance class scheduled for us. 3. You are in, and I suspect you are submissive, so you will go to the ladies room, remove your panties, and place them in my hand when you return. If you choose this option, I want you to make sure you get your scent on them."

Nothing else was said; I got up, went to the restroom, and played with my clit through my silk panties, then I took two fingers and pushed the silk crotch deep into my very wet pussy, then removed them and brought them to the table. As he signed the bill, he stood and took my hand. I made sure to put my wet panties in that hand. Smiling, he brought them to his nose and smelled my arousal. Then he took my hand again, and we left.

Don graciously opened the door for me, assisting me into the truck with a gentle kiss, taking an extra moment to savor the moment. His kiss was confident, light tongue work, open-mouthed, and very passionate, at least to me! "You smell delicious; I hope you decide you are further interested, and I get the opportunity to taste you properly." As he started the truck, I felt a mix of excitement and relaxation, aided by the wine. "Don, could I sit next to you?" He lifted the armrest, and I slid right over to him. I then lifted the hem of my dress, exposing my bald pussy. Placed my hand on his growing cock, finally I asked, "I would be happy to suck or stroke your cock! You are welcome to play with my very wet bald pussy!"

He looked me in the eye and said, "Sir, you will, when we are alone tonight, address me as Sir. In public, Don, Honey, or any affectionate term. You may play with my cock but keep it in my pants for now." With that, his fingers found the folds of my labia and explored the entire length. Then back down to my asshole and up to my clit, he then rested there with the lightest of touches. I curled into his arm; my god, he is strong; his muscles were very large with my small hands. He played with my clit masterfully before finally driving in large, long fingers into my very wet pussy. He slid all the way to my cervix, curled those fingers, and slid them out slightly; he hit my spot.

"That's it, Daddy!" He started alternating tapping his fingers. "Oh, fuck, Daddy, you will make me cum hard if you don't stop!" He didn't change location or pace, even while driving! I lost track of time. When I came, and it might have been one of the best orgasms ever. I squirted for the first time; I thought I peed on his seat!" When I stopped shaking, I was horrified! "Oh, my God, Don, I am so sorry. Oh shit, I couldn't control myself; your whole seat is wet! Fuck, I am sorry!" Not removing his fingers, he replied, "Sarah, baby girl, you didn't pee; you squirted. This isn't the first orgasm on my seat and won't be the last! And I have changed my mind! You may call me Sir or Daddy when we are alone; that damn near made me cum in my jeans."

I felt extreme embarrassment, but Don explained that dancing in a drenched dress would be impractical and uncomfortable. Would you prefer to return home and change, or would you prefer to secure a hotel to fuck for the duration of the evening?" Do you have a hotel preference?" I asked. "Embassy Suites will work." He handed me his card. "Do you have Expedia on your phone?" "Yes, sir, I do." "Good, I will run into Target and grab you shorts and a shirt. I will need your sizes."

I was working away to get us a room, with my pussy still on full display. When he parked, "Sarah, your sizes?" "What are you buying?" I asked. "Shorts and a shirt, so we can go down to the bar for a couple drinks! After we break the bed in a little." He said with a smile. I gave him my sizes, and he left. I sat there in my own cum, wishing I had a towel or something. Once I finished the booking of the room, I looked up to see Don walking back to me. He looked so big and strong; I was losing my embarrassment and getting excited again.

Opening the door, he handed me a towel and asked me to raise my ass. He slid a second towel under me. Finally, he wiped the dash and floor in front of me. I was embarrassed again and was about to pull my dress back down. He stopped and looked at me. "Is your pussy no longer mine to play with or enjoy?" I pulled the dress back up, "No Daddy, it is for you!" I said with a smile. When we headed to the hotel, his masterful hand was back to work at my sensitive clit.

Looking over at me with a mischievous grin, "We have a 15-minute drive. I would like you to show me the rest of your breasts. You have been teasing me with that magnificent cleavage. I want to see those nipples and areolas." I happily leaned forward so he could unzip me. I unhooked my industrial-strength silk bra and slid my dress and bra off! I very proudly exposed my large breast for him. "You will get those nipples hard and keep them hard until we get to our room." I then brought one to my mouth for a lick.

Don spoke again. "We need to figure out what FREEUSE means for us. I will start with what are hard No's for me. 1. Scat, I will in no way incorporate shit into my sex life. 2. Blood, I will not intentionally cut, brand, tattoo, or scare you in any way. This doesn't include menstrual blood; if you need me to eat you out on your cycle, I will do so. 3. This one isn't a hard no, but I would prefer not to piss on you, but if you get off on that, I will do it in the shower. Yes, I know it is not much different than female ejaculate. So if you want that, please request it in the shower. How are we doing so far?"

I was pulling my nipples to keep them hard for Don. "Yes, I am good with those, but I really enjoy role play, and I have enjoyed the humiliation that came with being peed on. So, I will request it in the shower if needed. You will spank me though, right? Because I won't say no to anything I have done so far, and I particularly enjoyed BDSM. I also am horny all the time and masturbate regularly, so I like toys. Will I be allowed to fuck you in the ass?"

Don slid a finger down to my little rosebud, pressing his finger into me. "I very much enjoy having my ass eaten; I also appreciate a good prostate message. I have never been fucked up the ass, but sure, I have never minded fingers in my ass, so why not?" Reaching for his cock "Don't worry, Daddy, I will be gentle." He smiled. "Sounds like we are very sexually compatible. I also expect you to assist me in pleasuring you. My goal is to provide you pleasure anytime you request it, so if you need it softer, harder, rougher, or any combination, I expect you to tell me."

I was really enjoying how large his trapped cock was getting."Well, Daddy, I really love to swallow cum, so if you would be so kind as to deposit it in my mouth often, you will make me happy. I expect you to eat my pussy and eat my ass regularly. This cock is welcome to fuck any hole, crevasse, or combination thereof; I also expect the same courtesy on pleasing you! Daddy, I like your finger in my ass."

Don finally asked, "Sarah, you have had 2 female and 5 male partners; have you really tried everything?" I stopped sucking my right nipple to answer. "I promised myself I would try anything for my boyfriend! But really, guys rarely had the nerve to ask. My girlfriend would draw inspiration from the pornography I had been watching and fuck me at length. If she had an honest-to-God cock, carried herself like a man, or smelled like a man, I probably never would have left. I need a man, a good man, a passionate man, a creative man, and maybe just maybe a FREEUSE man is what I need."

We pulled into the parking lot; I was informed not to put my bra back on, which was fine; I didn't imagine it would be on long anyway. But how I was going to keep my nipples hard, I wasn't sure. He helped me out of his side of the truck, handed me my bag of clothes, and I stuffed my bra in it."While I check us in, you may contact your friend; let her know you won't likely be leaving here till morning. So I texted Wendi (my old suite mate), "Cross your fingers, bitch; I may have found the man of my dreams!" I received an almost instant reply: "My wet pussy is so very happy for you! Maybe I can return the favor you gave me! Be safe, love ya!"

I was so horny by the time he took my arm to go to the elevator, once in, "Daddy, I really need to taste your cock soon, and if this wasn't a glass elevator, it would already be in my mouth!" He put his arm around me and gave me a squeeze. When he opened the door to our room, I grabbed the hem of my dress; by the time I passed him, it was off. The door was still open; I was naked, except for my Spanx girdle. The bag of clothes and dress landed somewhere as I dropped to my knees.

"Daddy, to enter this room, you must fill my mouth or cover my face with cum." There was no argument; he let me unbuckle him and unzip him, and with cock in hand, I took him in my mouth. With my free hand, I helped remove his shoes, pants, and socks. Half in my mouth, he almost touched my throat. I guess 7.5"-8" long, nice and thick, but what I really liked was the large bulbous rim around the head of his cock. I worked his cock with my hand and mouth, licking and sucking his balls as well. I got a surprising thrust when my wet finger drove into his very tight asshole. After I stroked his prostate a few times, he gently grabbed me by the hair and declared, "I'm going to cum." I took him just barely into my throat when his load shot, catching me slightly off guard. But I, without gagging too badly, backed up and took a few shots right in the mouth. I swallowed, allowing the next spurt to shoot onto my cheek, nose, and chin. Opening my mouth, I took his dick happily and sucked any remaining fluid quite greedily.