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Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part Three)

23 June 2026 / / 0 Comments

We each felt very owned. By our second husbands. Even for lunch, we sat on our second husband’s lap, their cocks pushed into our cunts, not fucking, just existing, just being penetrated, just being filled. That’s why Helen and I had their cocks in our mouths whilst the other women were preparing food, to get the cocks hard enough to penetrate our cunts whilst we ate.

For most of lunch, Rose’s husband was firmly gripping one of my tits. I cut up his food to enable him to eat with just a fork in the other hand. The other women did the same. The whole lunch was lovely, a regular sort of chatty lunch you’d have with friends, between couples, only in this case, each man had their cock in another man’s wife’s cunt whilst they did it, each woman had a tit being gripped by a man that was not their husband. But it all felt so natural, so normal, so right.

After lunch, with their cocks still buried in our cunts, the men started talking about the night just gone, talking about our fuckings, our bodies, our orgasms, like we weren’t there. It felt quite demeaning at times, being discussed like we were elsewhere. There was so much intensity, so much sex, so many orgasms, so much connection, so much subservience, so much ownership. And this was only the beginning.

Then, it was the women’s turn, and everyone pretty much felt the same. Connected. Owned. By the intensity and relentlessness. In a community where all the women here were regularly fucked by all the men, it was hard to get that connection and ownership. But they managed it, and it was so overwhelming.

It was clear that the men wanted the second wives thing to be far more intense than the women expected, but now we felt it. We had already each got a far stronger bond with our second husbands than before (even Anna) and we were only half way through the bonding weekend.

At the natural end of the discussion, we were prepared for an afternoon out, firstly each wife licking their husband’s face clean of their second wives’ squirt and girl cum, an example of the wife being subservient to the second wife. The men quickly took a shower to clean up, and each woman was bent over the kitchen sink, her armpits were washed, and her hanging tits were subjected to a long totally unnecessary cycle of soapings and rinsings. Below the waist was messy, sticky, cummy and totally untouched by water. Our armpits and tits were thoroughly dried with towels, and then each of us had to bend over again to have a well-lubed butt plug inserted.

And very quickly, we realised these weren’t just regular butt plugs. Firstly, they were quite large, larger than the comfortable ones we each usually wore out and about, stretching our thoroughly overused assholes, but secondly, and most importantly, there was a weight inside the plug, a heavy ball-bearing that rolled around in the casing of the plug, each one of our movements caused it to slide, twisting and pulling on the plug from the inside.

Every single one of us women was well used to going out and about with a butt plug, but not one that would cause movement, give our assholes a workout from the inside. Our assholes were in for a long afternoon. And we were under instructions. We couldn’t take them out, no matter what. Only the men could do that.

So, with clean tits and armpits, with messy cunts and assholes, and with sizeable butt plugs with ball bearings inserted, we were dressed in only a sundress and shoes, and taken to the van. Then, as we were loaded into the van, our second husbands applied a clit clamp tightly to our poor abused clits. They were really squashing our clits, and with the movements in the butt plug, this afternoon would be a challenge. Far from being a few hours off, we would be very much sexually used throughout our afternoon of shopping in the city, whilst the men did something manly. Not sure what.

We women kissed a lot whilst we were around the city centre and had quick gropes of each other’s tits and asses, following instructions to make sure our nipples were kept hard and enormous, to make sure they were always on display through our dresses. But our cunts were left alone, left to recover for a few hours, messy and dripping a little as we were without the protection panties could have offered. Our clits, being viciously clamped, suffered, but kept us sexually on edge. Our assholes didn’t get a break either, being filled, stretched even for hours, the plug constantly moving as we walked, the ball bearing constantly shifting, a slightly uncomfortable reminder of our submissiveness, of our ownership, of our free-use. Still, it was lovely to have a break from actual fucking, for we all knew we’d be back at it that night.

When we returned to the van, the butt plugs were each removed, re-lubed and inserted into a different woman’s asshole. This was done slightly roughly. Because they could.

So, re-plugged, we were kissed and our tits mauled by our second husbands, our nipples once again worked to keep them hard and visible, and then we went to a different restaurant from the previous night.

Different restaurant, same table arrangement, same kissing, making out and masturbation arrangements, only this time, we were plugged as well and our clits were still clamped.

After the meal and back at the cottage, clits relieved at being freed from the clamps, assholes being released from the trauma of the ball bearing butt plug and whilst the rest of us women sat with our tits proud and our legs wide showing off our totally messy cunts, the men focussed on new girl Helen again.

Helen was laid on the table, ass slightly hanging off the edge of the table. Anna sat on her face (facing down her body) with her messy cunt pressed over Helen’s mouth, and grabbing on to Helen’s tits for support. Helen started licking, whilst her legs were bent back at the waist and being held by her shoulders (but wide of Anna) by Rose and Tanya, and my husband, his cock having been lubed by me, entered Helen’s freshly lubed asshole, and started fucking, slower but speeding up, his cock growing and getting harder, all the while he was kissing his second wife and gripping and pulling on her tits.

But before any of them came, they swapped people, another second couple taking over, a different cock this time in Helen’s cunt, a different cunt for Helen to lick, different women holding her feet and lubing the cock and asshole where needed. Again and again this happened, again and again they stopped before someone came. Then, at times, the dirty cock was inserted in her cunt, whilst everything else remained the same. Sometimes even, the cock started in her asshole, then switched to her cunt immediately. Helen didn’t care. She was overwhelmed, she was so not in control, and she was loving it.

This went on for hours. As the clocks started approaching eleven, the men decided to start cumming, two in her asshole (my husband and Anna’s), one with a dirty cock in her cunt (Rose’s) and then, for the pièce de résistance, where Helen was allowed to cum, her second husband (Tanya’s) was ploughing into her asshole, her husband then climbed onto her body, pushed his ass back into Tanya’s husband’s body, and then inserted his cock into her cunt. Helen’s first DP, completed with Rose, Helen’s husband’s second wife, having her cunt pushed over Helen’s mouth, Rose kissing her second husband and occasionally Helen’s. And they fucked until they came, all of them, even Rose. It was wonderful to watch, us women sitting in the arms of our second husbands, being gently masturbated as we watched.

All us women were so tired, and so it was time to head off with our second husbands in the bed arrangement from the previous day, but our second husbands still wanted to fuck, so fuck some more we did. Such is the life of a submissive.

But before we did, there was a small matter to clear up from the previous day. Rose and I both came without permission during our overnight ownership, and our second husbands both decided we needed a small, symbolic, proper punishment, to enforce our second husband’s ownership. I’ll be honest, it’s hard to punish subs like me and Rose, women who love being spanked, women who love having things like tawses and belts used on our asses. But they found something that really felt like a punishment. A riding crop (a real horse one) applied eight times in quick succession to each nipple and eight in quick succession to the clit, square on, fast, painful. Not enough to bruise, but enough for us to take heed, enough as a warning to the others, who were seated on their second husband’s lap as the audience, the second husband’s arms round their waist and semi-hard cocks in their cunts.

Rose and I drew lots. Rose went first. She stood, hands behind her head, and one at a time, her second husband picked up a tit (with a hand underneath it) and crisply, quickly, smacked the nipple with the head of the crop, eight times. By the time her second nipple received its eight, she was crying.

She was then arranged on the edge of the table, leant back with feet spread wide and placed up on chairs, giving him the perfect angle, giving him a lovely spread view. He made her use his fingers to clear her clit’s only protection, to reveal it by spreading her lips, and then, quickly and crisply in the same manner, he smacked her clit its eight times. Still crying, her face red, he sat down with her on his lap, arms round her waist, semi-hard cock in her cunt, snuggling and nuzzling her, comforting her whilst not touching her throbbing nipples or clit.

And then it was my turn. Hands behind my head, my second husband picked up my poor left tit. The eight strikes were applied quickly, but oh my god, the pain. I’m used to pain from my ass, I thrive on that spanking pain, but this was something else. It felt like a genuine punishment. That’s why we cried. And still crying after my right nipple received its eight, the pain in my nipples slowly turning into a dull throb, I was rearranged to make my clit into the target, my fingers removing its cover, its hardness betraying my arousal. The first crop strike on my clit was painful, the eight quickly and precisely delivered, and still crying, I too was held on his lap, comforted, snuggled and nuzzled with semi-hard cock in my cunt whilst my nipples and clit were left alone to their pain.

Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part Two)

29 May 2026 / / 1 Comment

I was being fucked by Rose’s husband, sharing a bed with Tanya and Anna’s husband. The others were in other rooms, each man was claiming their second wives as their own, using their second wives as they wanted, the extra rights being transferred from our husbands for the first time.

I had a cock in my mouth, giving it a sloppy blow job, in full knowledge that Rose’s husband would penetrate me with the cock I made hard. I was being a good second wife, making sure he was able to fuck me some more.

He withdrew from my mouth when he was hard enough, and he hauled my body flat onto the bed, a pillow under my abdomen, a finger lubing my recently neglected asshole.

Tanya cried out and came again, as Rose’s husband nudged his glans through my ass pucker. My asshole was always very accommodating these days, and so sucked his hard cock straight in, and he climbed on top of me and started fucking, started strokes in and out. It is a position I feel so comfortable in, and can be ass-fucked in this position for hours. He knew it. So he did. He showed remarkable orgasm control, him managing to drag some empty cunt anal orgasms out of me whilst not cumming himself. He did not want this over. Neither did I.

At one point, I heard Anna cry out from the next room, my husband clearly working his magic on her, but my asshole was filled with hard cock and that cock was showing no sign of cumming. I was sleepy, and he told me I could sleep once he’d finished, but he took ages to finish, filling my asshole for as long as he wanted, and he wanted a long time. Once he did eventually cum, he snuggled behind me, limp cock still in my asshole, a hand firmly gripping my tit, and I drifted to sleep with signs of his ownership reminding my asshole and tit. The others had already drifted off, a dirty cock still in Tanya’s cunt from their last fuck.

All the women were exhausted and we all slept well, when we were allowed. At some point during the night, I became aware of his cock in my cunt, driving in and out as I lay barely awake. I smiled at him and he kissed me. He started fucking me whilst I was asleep. This is specifically allowed as is a husband right that is transferred to the second husband. He was fucking my cunt and deliberately not rubbing inside me to make me cum, and I was still drowsy and very compliant. I awoke more one he changed position to start rubbing inside me, and he told me that I didn’t have permission to cum, that I wasn’t allowed to cum until he said I was. I was so close to cumming, how the hell was I meant to stop it?

He smiled just a little, as he saw my expression change from happy carefree girl with orgasm building to determination to hold that orgasm at bay. He called me a Good Girl and stroked my face, making my tits swell with pride, all the time ploughing his ever hardening and growing cock into my sloppy cum filled cunt. I couldn’t hold it off for long, so effective was his cock at rubbing inside me, at building that orgasm. I started begging. Very demeaning, to have to beg for your own orgasm, and he kept saying no, enjoying my struggle and torment.

I lost control. I came, hard. I clamped down on his cock, hard and made him cum too. Finally still, his cock inside me, he told me I didn’t have permission to cum, and that I’d have to be punished the following day for it. I didn’t care, I had my monster orgasm, and fell quickly back to sleep, in full knowledge I was totally in his control as his second wife.

We were all woken before seven by our second husbands lubing our assholes for our Submissive Sodomy, a brutal ass fuck, slightly underlubed to remind our assholes who is boss, an ass fuck we weren’t allowed to cum from. And it did make us all submissive. It always does. That’s why it is so important. I couldn’t see Tanya, but I could hear her, her asshole being filled then emptied as mine was. Eventually the men came, almost in sync with each other, and we were let off the bed, slightly sore asshole, dripping cunt, and I looked at the clock – two minutes to seven.

Thoroughly fucked, and our bodies in a mess, we emerged for breakfast. So many cummy cunts and assholes, so much cum sliding about. We were a sight. We were in a state. And the men decided we weren’t allowed to shower, as they wanted us to be in a cummy mess all day. We would certainly be that!

We had a leisurely breakfast outside, naked, making sure our tits weren’t covered at all. We also had our legs spread, to allow for casual viewing of our messy cunts. It was a joyful, relaxing affair, the chat was engaging and so warm, but as the breakfast finished, as we had already all been sodomised by our second husbands and not allowed to cum, they told us we wouldn’t be allowed to cum until later in the day, at a time of their choosing. We were already all feeling submissive that morning, and that really added to that feeling. It would be a long old day, until we were finally allowed to cum.

And then we realised what they were going to do. A big bag of sex toys appeared, dildos, vibrating clit torturers, nipple and clit clamps, specula, all sorts of toys were all laid out on the table on the patio, and in turn, wind gently blowing over our overused bodies, our second husbands played with us, edged us, inspected us, inserted things into us, over and over. Implements were passed between the men, used on one woman after the other, not cleaned, just reinserted. Pretty standard for us now.

We were being edged. Mercilessly. Methodically. Cruelly. Nipples played with, twisted, clamped. Tits slapped, swinging as we moved. Cunts finger fucked, spread open by a speculum, pounded by a hand-wielded dildo, fisted for those capable. Clits pulled, squeezed, twisted, clamped. Nipples pulled, squeezed, twisted, clamped. Assholes fucked by a dirty dildo. Mouths filled by soft and hardening cocks. And then the biggest humiliation really, one by one, a free-use women was loaded into a strap-on (taking care to keep our clits covered by a thick piece of foam to minimise direct stimulation), and we had to sodomise one of the other women, neither of us to orgasm.

The edging was brutal. We were pent-up balls of frustration, and the girl-on-girl sodomy pushed us back into that submissive space and pushed the frustration back a bit, and then we started to build it up again. Our second husbands directed our session, even when we were strap-on sodomising one of the other women, it was part of their control over us, carried out with the same intensity. We were being worked on the entire time, never having even a few seconds to recover. We lost track of time, because there were no clocks outside, just glorious sun and the wonders of nature, and five men working the bodies of five women for hours, with each woman doing both sides of the girl-on-girl sodomy a couple of times.

It was becoming harder for the men to edge us, as we were all so close to exploding, and so, when the men started talking about lunch, we were all arranged kneeling on a seat of some sort. Our thighs were moved apart a little and we were bent at the waist, with our asses in the air and our heads resting on the seat.

Our cunts were pretty much at face height, and our second husbands stood behind us, leant in, putting their faces between our legs and started licking at our cunts. And this time, they didn’t stop until we came, which didn’t take long. In fact, after such a long edging session, we all squirted to some degree or other. Helen and Anna both waterfalled, full on soaking the men’s faces. I squirted quite a lot, as did Rose, and even Tanya, who doesn’t really squirt, squirted a fair bit. The men’s faces were dripping.

When they finished their licking, they pushed down on our asses, pushing our legs to be fully bent so our cunts were by our feet and at the height of their cocks, and they slipped their fairly hard cocks into our cunts. And as they each slid in and out of our cunts, they grew longer and harder. As they accelerated, they started rubbing inside, starting another orgasm building. But it was a slow build, as we’d cum so much that morning, so they fucked our poor overused cunts for a long, long time. It felt so good, and knowing our cum and squirt was dripping off their faces as they did it made the fuck even more exciting, even sweeter.

I heard Tanya’s husband yell “Don’t cum yet, bitch” and heard a firm slap of Helen’s ass, then I heard Anna’s husband yell “That goes for all of you” and I heard a similar slap of Tanya’s ass, followed by my ass being slapped and hearing the other two ass slaps too.

We fought our orgasms. We really did. And eventually, Rose’s broke, her screams as she came finishing Anna off, their combined screams finishing me off, then Helen and Tanya followed shortly afterwards.

All us women we exhausted, but three of us were dispatched to the kitchen to make lunch, whilst me and Helen cleaned the men’s cocks with our mouths, over and over until the lunch arrived. I had over half an hour of having my mouth filled with chubby cocks, not working them to hardness, just having them in my sloppy mouth, with a little sucking and tongue work. They didn’t want their cocks to be very hard, just warm, enclosed and hard enough to penetrate.

Mira the cock glove. Mira the Good Girl. Mira the perfect second wife.

Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part One)

23 May 2026 / / 1 Comment

In her first evening of free-use, Helen had been fucked by all the free-use men, each man staked his claim to her body, using his rights over her body as he wished, leaving his cum inside her, as deep as he wished, in whatever hole he wished. It was a perfect introduction to free-use for her, with her starting to understand her irrelevance, their determination to make the most of their rights and finally feeling what genuine usage of her body feels like.

But now the focus turned away from her specifically to all the men taking ownership of their second wives. And these were particularly symbolic and stark acts. Our own husbands have always had extra rights over us. One such example is overnight. Whilst we aren’t available for the other men, our husbands have always had rights over us that we can’t turn off, and those rights are very regularly used. The second wives plan means that those extra rights are swapped from our husbands to our second husbands for specific periods, and this whole trip is one of those periods. And now Helen has been fucked by all, the rest of the night will exclusively use the men’s second wives’ rights, to establish our second husbands and wives dynamic. I am Rose’s husband’s second wife, and I’d already had a free-use fuck with him that night, so I knew his cock was on fine form. I was in for a treat.

The first act of our taking by our second husbands was a kind of a ceremonial group fucking. The seating on the patio was rearranged into a circle facing inwards, and the men were sat on the seats, their second wives sat naked on the floor between their second husband’s legs. They each gave their new man a nice sloppy blow job to get him nice and hard, and then got up, turned to face away from him (and towards the centre) and lowered her cunt onto his hard cock for a bit of Reverse Cowgirl. The man then grabbed her tits and held them firm as the women moved just a little bit to keep the cock inside them hard.

Once everyone was in place and doing the tiny fucking movements, the women talked about their penetrations, their free-use and the whole second husband thing, all whilst just gently sliding up and down their respective cocks. Anna was being particularly filthy as my husband’s cock hadn’t been washed since being in Helen’s ass, so Anna’s mouth tasted of Helen’s ass and Anna’s cunt was now filled with a dirty cock. She loved it. Filthy in all senses. A woman after my own heart.

We talked for quite a while. It was lovely actually, some heart-felt feelings and some filth, and when the conversation naturally drew to a close, the men each got up, twisted their respective woman round, buried our faces in the warm seat where his ass was moments before, and then just ploughed a hard cock right into the moist cunt in front of him, accelerating, hardening and fucking us relentlessly. None of the women could see anything, but we could all hear, hear the cries, hear the squelching, hear the filth being spoken by the men, some of it demeaning, some disgusting, some degrading, some just pure lust, hear the begging of the women, begging to cum again, and slowly one by one, hear the women cumming, and then hearing the men carry on, as none of them had cum yet.

And then, in a surreal moment, when all the women had cum, but the men hadn’t, the men started talking about the sleeping arrangements, all whilst carrying on hard fucking. A free-use example of when logistics are more important than us fucktoys.

Five couples, two double beds. Helen’s husband suggested him and his second wife Rose should take the sofa, as neither of them was particularly tall, which left two couples for each bed.

And some of the women were crying out, about to cum again, but were being ignored for logistics, the men ploughing through their second wives’ orgasms without even acknowledging them, as they did with their first orgasms. The men decided to go with the pairings that meant no woman was in the same room as her husband. This meant that me and Rose’s husband would share a bed with Tanya and Anna’s husband, whilst Anna and my husband shared a bed with Helen and Tanya’s husband. It was perfect, emphasising the isolation of our real husband’s and the importance of our second husbands.

Some of us came three times before, one by one, our second husbands came in us, spurt after spurt in our cunts, symbolically filling us with their ownership. And when we had finished, they kept us all pinned in place, not being able to see the fucking still going on, our cunts dripping with cum and still plugged by softening cocks.

This whole session was emotionally charged, and very symbolic, symbolic of the future of our free-use, and I think we all felt it. Helen’s husband in particular was so proud of his wife, so proud her inner slut had escaped so easily, so proud of how she’d handled all those cocks, and so proud that Tanya’s husband had been so tantalised by her in real life, that he wanted her so badly that they brought Helen and her husband into our free-use family. And Helen’s husband would get to fuck that a submissive stick of dynamite that is Rose, him attracted to her long before now by the same things that Rose’s husband saw in her.

And so, at nearly eleven at night, it was time to split, time for each woman to become the exclusive property of our second husbands. Until the morning. For the next eight hours, we belonged to our second husbands. We could not interact with the couple we shared the bed with (although we could look, we probably would look and we would definitely hear). Then at seven, we would emerge into the light, already sodomised without cumming, submissive and ready for our day of fucking, orgasms and free-use ahead.

Rose’s husband was rampant and yet tender and loving. We began with a prolonged kissing and tongues session, and I kissed him back with all the strength and eagerness I could manage, the energy and passion I used with my now husband those first times fourteen years ago, firstly as we kissed, he held my body with his left hand and groped my naked ass with his right, and then, moving his body a little, still holding my body with his left hand and used his right hand to work my cunt, finger fucking and masturbating me, four finger fucking, a bit of clitoral abuse, making me cum and cum all whilst kissing me, my mouth stopping kissing to cry out, but he didn’t and dragged it back into the kissing whether any sound had left me or not. Each time I came, he carried on kissing, as I bend double, his face followed mine down, his lips kissing mine, his tongue jousting with mine all through my orgasms. I was desperately wanting to cum in peace, but he wouldn’t let me, his kissing and tongue jousting made each and every orgasm intense. That intensity, that not letting me cum in peace, that controlling of my orgasm, not only when I had it, but how I experienced it, all emphasised that I was his second wife, that he was in charge, that everything about my body, my orgasms and my sex, in these moments, belonged to him.

I have no idea how long this went on for. I had no idea what was being done to Tanya, although I could hear her cries and her cumming. I even hear the odd cry of a woman not in our room. I think that added to the intensity, that we were each being worked on to a similar effect.

I think his fingers got tired. I certainly was, from all the cumming, but I knew we were far from done. As soon as his fingers left my cunt and his kiss broke, he bent me over the bed, legs apart, feet on the floor, head against the mattress, and he did a long, deep pounding cunt fuck, deliberately missing my perfect rub to make me wait, to make me fuck for longer. For the first time in ages, I could see Tanya and Anna’s husband was doing some deep anal, pillow under Tanya’s ass, driving home like his life depended on it. Tanya came hard again and again, and then he finger fucked her cunt over and over, as Rose’s husband had done to me.

I did wonder if the visuals would make Rose’s husband finish sooner than he wanted, but no, he lasted the course, not rubbing inside my cunt for ages, just endless cock pounding, but when he did shift, he started me cumming again, him holding onto my ass cheeks as leverage and driving hard each and every time. He was relentless and I came loads, as did he when he could hang on no more. And of course he deposited those massive loads very shallowly in my cunt. I’d be dripping all night. I’d expected nothing less.

We had more cuddling and kissing, and he spent a long time sucking on my tits, licking and lightly chewing on my nipples. It felt like a proper, planned, long tit worship session, and with my heightened emotions, it really reinforced the bond between us, my tits once again making a man obsessed with them. After a long time of that, with Tanya and the others still screaming away in the background, with Tanya being bent double and cunt fucked with her second husband’s weight pinning her feet by her ears, I gave my second husband a long, sloppy blow job to bring his cock back to life.

I was so tired, I was so emotional, but I knew there was so much more to come before seven the following morning. We women knew this would be a night for endurance, but none of us would want it any other way.

How Quickly Helen Took To Free-Use (Part Two)

6 May 2026 / / 3 Comments

It was Helen and her husband’s first day of free-use, but it was also our first day officially with our second husbands and their new rights over us women. It was decided that the first evening would be about us being claimed as second wives, as well as every man getting to their first fucks with Helen before the evening was out. It was her baptism of fire. It would be a lot of fucking for her, and then we would retire with our second husbands, for their overnight ownership and use.

But before then, we had to eat and we were seated in a restaurant, at a circular table only just big enough to seat the ten of us. Each man had his wife on his right, and his second wife on his left. And the restaurant was busy, so we couldn’t be outrageous. However, the women each made out with each of the men either side of them, alternating as and when, kissing, tongues, and getting covered tits squeezed and played with, and whilst they were making out with one man, the other was masturbating them whilst kissing the woman the other side of him. The women came, god did we cum, but we had to be quiet and discreet, not wanting to draw attention, although the overwhelming smell of female orgasms emanating from our corner of the room was a bit of a giveaway. Silent cumming is hard, and I think all our bodies shook more because we were holding the sound in.

And so, with the men having cummy hands, and the women leaking cum from their slick cunts, we ate, and the food was good. More masturbation and making out before dessert, and we left before coffee, so desperate were the women for cock, and we were so messy between our legs that dignity was holding on by a thread.

The van hadn’t been moving long, heading back to the cottage, and Anna’s husband couldn’t wait any more, so he bent Helen over, her head resting on Tanya’s lap, her tits dragging across Rose’s lap, and I wanked his cock a little to get him hard, before he ploughed in. I viewed it as her first proper unorchestrated free-use. And it was a hard fuck. He wasn’t hitting the spot for her, wasn’t building her orgasm, but Tanya told her whilst he was doing it that it was entirely deliberate, and she would cum when he was good and ready. This was free-use as its best, and he wanted a long fuck. What she wanted didn’t count. She started to understand. This was about him. She was inconsequential. She was used. She was nothing, and the centre of attention at the same time. Free-use is a head fuck at times.

To make it even more of a head fuck, her tits were soon being pawed and groped (by me and Tanya) and Rose’s husband put a drool gag on her, my drool gag, her husband’s idea to emphasise who is in control, as Helen doesn’t like drool and slobber. The poor girl was clearly overwhelmed, but Anna’s husband kept ploughing on, and Tanya and I kept working her tits, as the men’s plan to break her in to free-use was going well.

As we pulled into the village the cottage was near, Anna’s husband adjusted his position to make her start building to orgasm, to make that rubbing count. Just as we pulled on to the drive, Helen started to scream, her cries muffled by the gag, which was already making her drool all over herself and Tanya’s lap.

The van stopped and my husband, who was driving turned round just in time to see her cum really hard, milked by Anna’s husband’s cock and a hand on her clit.

She had no time to recover from that hard orgasm before we unloaded her from the van, her cunt and ass still revealed by her skirt being over her waist, and only once we got her inside did we remove the drool gag. Her husband was right, she didn’t like it, but she realised, once again, that her opinion didn’t matter and the men would do what they wanted. She knew the drool gag would make a reappearance, and she knew she’d have to endure it. It was a good life lesson in free-use. And later, she secretly admitted to me that although she hated it, she was thoroughly turned on by it. Betrayed by her body. And it won’t be the last time.

Rose’s husband, my second husband, was next to fuck Helen, next to claim her body with free-use. He lay her face up on the patio table, had Tanya and Anna hold her feet up over her head, ankles wide apart to reveal her cunt, and then he wanked her for a bit, fucked her with a dildo for a bit and then, after I hardened his cock up in my mouth, he ploughed into her cunt and fucked her hard, her tits snapping back and forth as he drove in, her feet held in place to keep her bent double and opened up for his cock. She was very exposed and the centre of attention as my second husband made her cum three times before he did. After her second cumming, he ushered me across, put a hand to the back of my head and pulled me in to his face, kissing me hard, and then telling me I was next, and he wouldn’t be so gentle. I told him to bring it on. He smiled and called me a Good Girl, before slamming into poor Helen’s cunt harder. I wished he was fucking me then, not her, but I knew I was next for that wonderful cock of his.

When she came for the third time, and her cunt clamping made him cum, over and over, there was one man left to claim her, my husband, and he announced he was planning to do exactly what I expected him to do. He’s got a thing about his first fuck with a woman being her asshole rather than her cunt, and here was a perfect opportunity.

But before he could get started, Anna’s and Helen’s husbands had a surprise for my husband. Helen’s husband presented his wife with her tiniest pair of panties, a miniscule black lacy thong which happened to be her favourite pair she ever owned. Anna’s husband told her to put them on, so that my husband can fuck her whilst she is wearing them. Helen had commented to Anna’s husband about how she didn’t want to be the only woman in the free-use group without her signed panties from the first time they fucked in my husband’s collection. This solved the issue, he’d get his signed panties.

Once Helen put the panties on, everyone (men and women) took turns to masturbate her, making her cum a number of times into those panties, Tanya’s husband even made her squirt a bit, something she previously hasn’t done much of, all into her tiny panties. Once they were sopping enough, my husband got Tanya and Anna to pull Helen’s feet further over and wider apart than they had been for Rose’s husband, lifting her ass off the table and exposing it more.

My husband moved her panties aside to expose her ass pucker and beautiful dripping cunt (although the panties weren’t really big enough to cover anything), he put a small pillow under her lower back to make her comfortable, and then spent a while just looking, drinking in her exposure, really emphasising the exposure in her head, her tiny panties moved aside, and trash talking to her about how pretty her starfish was and how he was going to destroy it. You could see her nipples get even bigger, you could see her clit break cover from its hood, the signs her body was turned on, and as he started lubing her asshole, Rose started wanking and lubing his cock. The lubing seemed to take for ever, making her wait, making her asshole wait, until she felt his glans press against her asshole.

Helen was a seasoned anal slut, so in no time, her asshole sucked his glans in, welcoming its invader with some moans from Helen. Rose applied a bit more lube and my husband pushed in, steady but firm, and in no time was balls deep in her asshole. And then he started a firm, steady rhythm, fully in, to out up to the glans, then fully in again, firm slowly turning into slams. He got huge, she got loud, neither of them showed any signs of cumming. Rose relubed over and over, as Helen’s anal ordeal lasted nearly an hour, nearly an hour of rhythmic pounds, until they both came, Helen from anal penetration alone.

My husband removed Helen’s panties, roughly and demeaningly wiping her cunt with her tiny panties, and then pocketed them. He’d get her to sign them later, but for now, they were both happy that Helen’s panties would be up there with the rest of them.

Helen was exhausted, happy, claimed by all four men. She’d been cunt fucked and ass fucked, Carla’s big dildo and my drool gag was used on her too. It was quite a night, and it was not yet over, as the men all had to claim their second wives for the night, with each of us being the exclusive property of our second husbands, to be used as they wanted. Even though we were exhausted, and pretty cummed out, we knew we’d get used, we knew we’d be made to cum yet again. Helen’s free-use education continues.

How Quickly Helen Took To Free-Use (Part One)

1 May 2026 / / 2 Comments

Here we were, five free-use couples loaded in a mini-van, for a three hour trip to a remote cottage. As yet, Helen and her husband had not taken part in any free-use. This trip was the start, this trip would change them forever, particularly Helen. Free-use has fundamentally changed all of us women, and the men to some degree. She was next.

Her life had already changed a little. Ever since the day after they agreed to join, Helen’s husband has been giving her Submissive Sodomy, that deep penetrating anal where the woman is not allowed to cum. In fact, on a few days, he’s given it to her twice, one first thing, one mid-afternoon. “Because she needed it.” Whilst she disagreed at the time, she later accepted that he was probably right, and she vowed to take as much Submissive Sodomy as any of the men wanted to give her. She might regret saying that.

She had also lost her panties, her husband distributing them between the free-use men, to get the men hyped up and wanting to fuck her, and to make sure she wasn’t able to wear them again. Like the four existing women, pantyless was expected, was required, was normal. Like the four existing women, her panties would end up being mostly sold.

In the mini-van on the way, the women got all handsy and kissy with the other women, each one of us taking the opportunity to get a first passionate snog with Helen, to grope those magnificent tits and to tease by touching her cunt, aided by her pantyless state. She was enjoying the attention, and she knew, when we got to the cottage, that she’d have all five cocks soon enough.

We all knew this weekend would be hard for her. She would be going from a fuck or two a day from her husband, to a load of cock over and over. As she was the new girl, she’d be centre of attention for everybody, and so whilst the rest of us would get ourselves fucked, she would have by far the most, she would have to endure more sex than she’d ever had over a short period. And she was so up for it. I was first to touch her cunt and it was dripping already. She would so fit right in!

The cottage was wonderful, beautiful both inside and out, remote with no other property in sight, with the nearest road so far away you could barely see the building from it, let alone that there may be naked people fucking outside it, isolated enough we could fuck outside without care or worry, and we would be fucking outside it, we women would be mostly naked when we were there, we would absolutely make the most of the isolation, and as there were five couples and only two double beds, we’d be sharing beds as well as husbands and wives.

When we arrived, we unloaded the van and then took Helen straight onto the patio. We stripped her of her sun dress and had first sight of her wonderful dripping cunt. She was immaculately waxed, freshly done the night before, and after this weekend, my husband would take over waxing duties for her, the lady she has waxing her now is about to leave the area, so the timing was perfect for her.

Her bra was removed, revealing those gorgeous swinging 38H tits, increased in size over the years by having two children, and she was rotated to allow a good view of her ass, she was bent over to accentuate her ass and open her cunt a little between her legs, there for long enough for everyone to take a look. She was then arranged face up on a padded wicker chair, with her legs spread over the arms, bringing her cunt to the fore and even opening it a little for the crowd. She was in this position when my husband formally welcomed them to the free-use lifestyle and asked, for the record, whether they each gave consent for what was about to happen, both now and into the future. They did, eagerly did, and with that, each of the men, including her husband, inspected her cunt, ass and tits, a close precise gentle examination of the new piece of meat they had acquired. All of us women had such an examination, and periodically do again, but the men (including her husband) discussing her cunt, ass and tits as if she wasn’t there, was quite demeaning, and quite exciting for her.

They noted how wet her cunt was already, and it had barely been touched, and her husband said her clit was quite swollen, unusually so.

And with that, without moving Helen from her exposed position, her second husband, Tanya’s husband, got his cock out and fed it into her mouth, where she eagerly put her hands to it, one round his shaft, one squeezing his balls, her mouth being mega slurpy as she eagerly got him hard.

He withdrew when he was hard enough, her mouth briefly staying an empty O shape, but he soon lined up with her cunt (with the aid of a chair cushion or two) and just drove his cock into her slick cunt. She reared up, returning back to position to find another cock by her mouth. She opened wide and eagerly took that, and Anna and I roughly grabbed a tit each and started working it, whilst I looked Helen right in the eyes (when she wasn’t doing eye contact with Rose’s husband, whose cock she was sucking), and with a smile, I just said “Welcome to free-use, you slut”. She sort of smiled, best she could do with a mouth still full of cock.

Rose’s husband eventually removed his hard cock from her mouth, and he came and grabbed me, spun me round and bent me over, opening my legs just enough to put his hard cock between them and into my cunt and started slowly fucking, just as Tanya’s husband was, and one by one, the rest of the men’s cocks were made hard by Helen’s mouth, and then penetrated the cunts of their second wives.

After about twenty minutes of slow penetration, the men, talking to each other to synchronise their efforts, all changed position and accelerated, making sure each of us women were brought to orgasm at roughly the same time, and because they made us wait, because they edged us all, the orgasms were massive each time, a combination of fucking outdoors, the visuals of group fucking and of Helen’s examination, the new couple taking part in the fucking, and the excitement in the air.

And after the women came, and came again, the men came, each one nearly pulling out to deposit their loads of sticky cum just inside their cunts and then each actual wife was fed the cock of their husband, each wife tasting the cunt of the second wife on the cocks in their mouths. (I think we all knew that would be a regular occurrence from now on.) Helen got her first taste of Rose’s cunt. Off her husband’s cock. And it tasted divine, she couldn’t wait to taste it herself.

And Helen knew what cum being so shallow in her cunt meant, that she, like the rest of us, would be having cum sliding out of her cunt all through dinner. The restaurant was booked, Helen just threw her outer clothes on (the rest of us were fucked in our clothes), and smelling of sex, with dripping sloppy cunts, we left for food.

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