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Pegtember: Taking The Tentacle (Update 2)

12 September 2026 / / 2 Comments

My husband was, so far, taking his daily peggings well, and he was enjoying our gentle foray into feminisation, proper women’s panties, tiny skirts, stocking and suspenders were all adding to the appeal of the peggings for him, and I have to say, us women were loving the feminisation, and the degradation of the spitting and drooling was playing well with him and us too.

Sunday (6th) was no day of rest for my husband’s poor abused asshole. By now, his asshole was complaining, sore, stretched, but we had to be so careful. If we injured his asshole, it would be game over. But it is hard when we are so excited, and his asshole so accepting. At the rate we were going, he would be pegged for well over forty hours by the end of this, and his asshole had to last.

Stacey came back to do the rimming and spitting, and was joined by Ella, as we decided to do two twenty minute rimming sessions to soothe him, and the girls checked in with him to ensure he was happy to carry on. Saturday was intense, and Sunday would be no walkover, as Sara was on a flying visit, and stayed overnight to peg my husband along with me and Ella, and on that day, I gave Sara the honour of the massive dildo at the end, and she fucked his poor asshole hard and mercilessly. On her arrival, she was wearing her own baby blue tie-sided bikini style panties, which it turns out she had worn for three straight days to prepare them for this evening, masturbating into them three times a day, cumming into them three times a day and pulling them over her messy cunt each day after her husband fucked her whilst pulling them aside. She held them to my husband’s nose whilst Ella drooled on his asshole and then started his pegging, and then Sara re-tied them to fit my husband, and put them on him, pulling them aside for us to further peg him, just like her husband pulled them aside to fuck her. All the while she was pegging my husband, she was talking about her panties full of girl cum, and how only sissies would cum hard from wearing her dirty panties and from being ass fucked by a number of wonderful voluptuous women. Her language was vicious, her pegging even more so, and my poor husband came and came. She was particularly nasty with the large dildo, and you should have seen her eyes when she saw the tentacle dildo he had ordered. She had no plans to come to peg him again, but that changed her mind.

Monday (7th) arrived, and Sara did the first twenty minute aftercare soothing sloppy anilingus, before she set off for the rest of her day. I did the other twenty minutes. I was hopeful the tentacle would arrive, but there was no joy, and it fell to Anna and Helen, with a little bit of me, to punish his asshole that evening with what we already had. At one point, Helen told him to stop whimpering, as this wasn’t even a quarter over, and his asshole wasn’t going to survive this. He came. Helen picked out the panties and stockings and suspenders, lacy black bikini panties, that they moved aside to peg him, over matching black stockings and suspenders. He also had the cock cage. Anna wanted that. As his second wife, she could see long term use of that. She particularly enjoyed sliding the steel into his urethra, an act that, on his part, demonstrates the utmost trust. And they both spanked him, in between the peggings, in between playing with his caged cock. As we were all called to be with our second husbands overnight, I left them to it part way through, and Helen and Anna both shared the warm-ups and the brute, before Anna stayed with him overnight, spooning him and loving him, whilst keeping him caged well beyond the pegging, and Helen went off to be ass fucked by Tanya’s husband.

Tuesday (8th) and Rose’s husband gave me my Submissive Sodomy whilst my husband gave Anna hers, and at her request, he still had the panties on. Anna then did the twenty minute analingus session (with the panties pulled aside) before going off to work, and Ella did the other one. I arrived home to find the tentacle dildo, unwrapped and on display. And I’d use it on his asshole that night. I sent a picture of it to Nikki, and she vowed to come up and use it on his asshole. But that night, the pleasure was all mine, with him warmed up by Ella and Laura. I’ve never lubed an asshole so much as I did that night. The tentacle was, quite simple, huge, a highly textured brute. I teased my husband all day about it, and in the moment, he was scared. But he knows I know how to manage his asshole. I’m eight days in. I have twenty two to go, so I’m not going to injure him. Yes, I’m going to push him and I’m absolutely going to train him. And that started at the end of a long and hard warm-up pegging from the girls. Its shape kind of pushed and stretched his asshole naturally as it started to go in. It stretched, it twinged a little, and his eyes moistened as I slowly pushed in. Ella nudged at his face, kissed and snuggled him telling him how well he was doing and repeating the “take it like a girl” line, perfectly mentally stretching him. I got over half way in, more than I was expecting, and then I fucked that little bit pushing it a little extra in each time, before finally admitting his asshole had taken enough for a first try. Ella still kissed him telling him he was a perfect girl, with sexy pink girly panties and a dildo up his ass, not just any dildo, a massive tentacle one.

Wednesday (9th) saw Ella back for sloppy analingus (she was rather enjoying it, especially the demeaning spitting and drooling), and Carla on the second leg, and Carla and Anna for the evening, with each of them doing a bit of tentacle work as well as me. They both got so excited about it and I know they’ll be on for full steam fucks when he can take it. The end of the dildo is huge though, so I didn’t know when he would be able to take it all the way. They put him in the cock cage, his urethra again being invaded by a stick of steel, and whichever one of them wasn’t fucking his asshole was playing with the cage, pinching and squeezing his balls and teasing his metal caged cock. You think his asshole was suffering, but his cock was too, caged, stopped from cumming and tortured by two women with an evil streak. He barely survived the evening, and clearly needed some cock sucking aftercare, Carla doing the honours, as well as the twenty minute sloppy rimmings the following morning. Anna spooned him for a bit immediately after his pegging, as I was required to be bred by the farm hand. Fitting all this pegging in with our free-use commitments takes some work!

Thursday (10th) saw me sucking so much cum out of his poor cock, and Stacey and Anna providing the rimming sessions, and Stacey was back for the evening, with Poppy, another new pegger, but Stacey had picked it up quickly and I was able to help out with teaching Poppy too. That session was long, but was calmer than some in recent days. Don’t get me wrong, he was pegged hard, but there was less frenzy, and that was quite fun. His cock was caged again, with whoever wasn’t pegging him gently playing with it, the teasing was just as bad for him though, the pain of not being able to cum was forefront as the pegging hit hard. But I had the tentacle, and wanted to make progress on getting it further in his ass. I was pressing into his ass hard, smooth, but not slamming, and I think Poppy realised what I was doing and kissed him and played with his balls in her hands, distracting him from the stretching his asshole was feeling.

He moaned a little at the pressure on his asshole, but Stacey dropped to her knees and said calmly in his ear (whilst Poppy was still kissing him) that “he was such a Good Girl, and if he took that tentacle all the way in, she’d piss for him, sexily, confidently, openly, whenever he wanted, however he wanted, she’d let him hold her cunt lips open to view, to taste, to enjoy. She’d become his own little piss slut any time he wanted if he just gets that little old tentacle all the way in.” God, she knows how to give him an incentive. As I pushed further in, she carried on sexily speaking to him, whilst stroking his hair, telling him “to make his asshole a big slut, like her pisshole would be for him. Imagine watching her bright yellow stream streak across the air, imagine drinking her warm sweet yellow piss directly from her pisshole.” I don’t know about him, I was still nearly cumming at what she was saying. She looked at me and saw me push it a little further in. She carried on, telling him he was almost there, calling him a Good Girl once again, a Good Sexy Girl. As I pushed in again, making his body shudder with the stretching, Poppy broke off kissing him and offered to piss for him too. “Not just once”, she said, and looking at Stacey, she added, “neither of us are just once”. She then looked at me, applying constant pressure to his asshole, willing the last bit in, and she added “Just like Mira pisses for you. Think how much you love that. And you’ll have two more.” She guessed I pissed for him. She was right. Mind you, Anna does too, and some of the other women. Still, it was a good incentive.

As I pushed it in, he rasped, amongst hard breathing, “Get it in, piss queens.” Instead of constant pressure, I started slow strokes, him yelping at each one, a yelp I wouldn’t normally ignore, but he’s made his wishes clear. Each stroke crept a millimetre further in, until suddenly it slid all the way in. He cried out, and I held the dildo as deep in him as I could. Stacey stroked his hair, and told him she was proud of his panty clad ass. Poppy told him he was such a good ass slut, and I, well, I was fighting to keep the tentacle buried deep in his asshole.

Once I got my breath back, I told him I was going to do a dozen slow strokes, ending all the way in, before I pulled out for tonight, and handed over to his new piss queens for a dozen each from them, and so I began, slowly, rhythmically, pushing all the way in, then pulling all the way out. As we passed a dozen, the pushing in got easier, and we hit twenty, the slams got harder, and the poor man, cock still caged and plugged, took all 36 deep strokes with the monster tentacle in his stride. Stacey pulled out of him, leaving his asshole quite sore, and Poppy removed the cock cage and gave him a blow job until he came, until he was finally able to unload the contents of his big heavy balls. I spooned him that night as well, big spoon to cuddle him. He deserved it. I think he needed it. And that night wasn’t the night to make these women piss for him either, no matter how much he wanted to.

It is clear that he is needing more aftercare on the night after a pegging, not his asshole directly, but loving, caring, cuddling. He’ll definitely get what he needs. It is also clear the morning after spitting and lickings are absolutely needed, to both soothe and moisten his abused hole. Maybe even three will be needed by the end. This is a marathon, not a sprint.

Free Use 2.0 (Part Two)

19 July 2026 / / 8 Comments

Poppy’s asshole was being thoroughly lubed by my husband, spending longer on the task than he often did. I mean, sometimes for submissive sodomy, he deliberately under-lubes to really emphasise our submission. But not this time, he was deliberate, methodical, precise, thorough, and Rose stepped forward to lube his cock whilst he was paying minute attention to Poppy’s asshole.

And with his cock reasonably hard, he nudged his glans at her asshole, briefly pushing at it, then releasing. Rose stroked her hair and told her to take his cock in her asshole like the slut she really is, and in that moment, his glans popped through Poppy’s pucker. She sucked air in as if in shock, her sucking in as much air as her asshole sucked in his cock, but Rose told her she was a Good Girl and Good Girls get their assholes properly skewered, properly penetrated. Still stroking Poppy’s hair, Rose watched as my husband pushed in little by little, Poppy gasping as he pushed in and gasping as he grew.

And as my husband’s cock grew, Rose reminded Poppy just how many cocks would fuck her asshole over this weekend, just how many growing throbbing cumming cocks would fill and stretch her asshole. Poppy was still gasping, scared at the prospect of all those ass fucks, yet still reassured by her friend’s stroking, her asshole still filled by a rapidly hardening cock, and then she felt his balls on her ass cheeks. He was all the way in, and my god she felt full. Her asshole had never been so full. She was almost sobbing, yet did nothing to stop the ass fuck. She knew if she didn’t take it, this would all be over, her taking Rose’s place over the summer would be all over, and she couldn’t have that.

And then he drew out a little and pushed back in. Still deliberate, still slow, still careful. Poppy had seen Rose and Helen earlier have proper full speed hard slamming ass fucks, and that is why she was a tad scared, why she was almost sobbing. She knew he’d get to that with her asshole. Gentle would only get her so far. But she was that Good Girl they spoke about. She’d take it. Even if she was a crying wreck, even if it hurt, she’d take it.

Of course, she was already past the worst part, the entry, and that only stung just a little. That was fine. He pushed against her body, lifting her body off the work surface to ensure he was all the way in. Her eyes got a little moist, she gritted her teeth and started accepting more regular strokes, firm strokes, even slams as he drove in and then pulled out.

Rose never stopped stroking her hair, never stopped reassuring her, as my husband speeded up strokes and slammed in more and more. Her mascara was starting to run now, but we all knew that meant it was a good ass fuck. Her make-up would be wrecked at the end of this, just like her asshole. At least that’s what we told her, and with moist eyes, she looked over her shoulder at my husband and told him to slam harder, to get bigger, to go faster, to fuck her asshole like it was his last, to give her a chance to prove she was a Good Girl.

Rose stepped away from her hair to re-lube my husband’s cock whilst still fucking, as he grabbed a couple of handfuls of Poppy’s long blonde hair and almost used it to pull her asshole onto his cock. Poppy was a little teary now, but egging him on and he slammed hard, fast, long, deep.

And then, in an instant, all signs of tears disappeared, and her face was one of shock, one of amazement, and we all guessed what it meant, she could feel an orgasm start to build. With nothing touching her cunt, an orgasm was swelling. On reflex, I said she was about to cum, and my husband, with a big grin on his face, kept an impeccable rhythm, rubbing the inside of her asshole with his glans until she came, a hard, long, loud orgasm, which made no difference to him at all.

He didn’t slow pace, didn’t even acknowledge her orgasm at all. For the first time, she felt strangely both irrelevant and the centre of things. She’d get used to that eventually. Once she had finished shuddering with that orgasm, he lifted her body off the work surface by her tits, and twisting them, using them to ensure each plough was as deep as possible. For she knew, like he did, that he was struggling to hold on, and her trash-talking mouth only reduced the time he could fend off the inevitable.

And with her squeezing down on his cock with her asshole, he didn’t last much longer, her suddenly feeling squirt after squirt of liquid deposited in her asshole. She’d done it. She’d taken a long hard ass fuck, and Poppy knew it was the first of many, but she felt she showed she was the girl for the job.

With her asshole emptied of cock, she sat down, not clearing her asshole of the mess it was externally, not tidying her mascara up. I went over to her, and told her how beautiful she looked with streaming mascara and I kissed her hard, with tongues, and she kissed hard back. I groped her tits whilst I kissed her and she masturbated me a bit, three fingers penetrating my cunt with each stroke. She really was a Good Girl, she really was getting into this.

As my husband sat down, dirty cock still partly hard, the women started on round three. Nothing for me for a while, as us old hands weren’t to be fucked that much, and my husband drew first in round four, and that was Ella. He’d fucked her before, both cunt and ass, but was looking forward to it again.

Ella was great, so energetic, and so completely uncaring about minor details like his cock was dirty and had just spent ages up Poppy’s ass. She begged for it, her cunt took it, he rode her hard, and given it was his second fuck, he rode her for a long time. She came once, and after milking every drop of cum out of her, he carried on and forced her to cum again, after a long, long dirty cunt fuck, only this time, her clamping down on his cock finished him off.

Poppy was in awe of all the women, just how hard and how long they fucked for, but she was particularly in awe of Rose, her best friend who has become a fuck toy to a whole gaggle of men, and Ella, who fucked like a possessed demon. But Rose pointed out to her that she’d soon enough be a fuck toy too, soon enough be happy to take a dirty cock like Ella, soon enough be used by every man there, and more than once too.

Ella had experience of their fucking, Poppy had none, and yet she was so quickly learning. Helen sat talking to her about it as Tanya licked Poppy’s cunt out and I licked Helen’s. That was learning for Poppy too.

My husband fed Poppy his cock, still dirty from her own asshole, still sticky from Ella’s cum, and Poppy could taste both. Such a head fuck for her.

And then, for her next fuck, Rose’s husband fucked Poppy’s cunt with his dirty cock, dirty from Helen’s asshole. Poppy felt so dirty, so debased, so demeaned, and yet so alive, so sexy, so thoroughly and deservedly fucked.

And for her next fuck, she drew the farm hand, she had her first breeding, and she had nothing like it before. She was feeling quebased and demeaned before that, but he so added to those feelings with his hard yet matter of fact fuck, his milking of her hanging tits, his ignoring of her orgasms, his commentary about her breeding, and his unfeeling, professional manner. She was addicted to being bred, just like I was, and that was a good job, as there was a lot of breeding in her near future, as there was in mine.

These were the first head fucks of many. These were the first ass fucks of many. These were the first dirty cunt fucks of many. Poppy had arrived, and was loving it. Free-use 2.0 was in full swing, and Rose was heading off in a few weeks, so Poppy would be a full time slut then. She couldn’t wait. Neither could we all.

Free Use 2.0 (Part One)

15 July 2026 / / 3 Comments

I don’t think any of the five women had come down from our weekend of sex, of submission, of our first ownership by our second husbands and of our collective taking of Helen. To be honest, the men hadn’t either. They were rampant all week, they used us way more than usual, and we were all so up for it. And Helen, she’d been fucked so much that week, she’d barely got anything else done. Welcome to the future Helen!

But from this night, the new Free-Use arrangements would be complete. The whole new free-use community were gathered in our lounge. Eight men, seven women. The men were still fully clothed. Ella had her slutty waitress outfit on, in her full tits out, short skirted, pantyless, fishnet stockinged glory, and she was already busy giving drinks out. The rest of the women were in our Roman Togas, our left tits on display, our right covered up. There was no ceremony in removing our coats, revealing our first tit each, although Poppy’s tit was obviously exciting and was the centre of visual attention, but left untouched for the moment. That would change soon enough.

It was the party to celebrate two years of free-use, and now the extension with the new rules. Free-Use 2.0

There wasn’t an unexcited person in the house. The air was full of anticipation, of hype, and of promise. My husband was Master of Ceremonies, and explained that each woman would be strapped into our gyne chair for an intimate examination from the free-use community, male and female. The new women would be examined by every member, male and female, including measurements of their cunts, asses and tits as the four original free-use women had at the beginning of our free-use adventure. The new men would also get to examine the four original free-use women. Each inspection could only be for a few minutes, as there were a lot of inspections to do, but it was the perfect way to start the future, as it was so very revealing and enormously exposing.

We drew lots to work out the order of our examinations, and Ella went first. Probably sensible, as our husbands could set the pace with her examination and the new men could follow at the end.

The rest of the women would have our togas removed by one of the men, Ella (as her tits were both out already) would merely have her tiny skirt flipped up to reveal her cunt. Then all of us would have our tits worked by the same man, our tits would be groped, squeezed, pulled, twisted, stretched and generally manhandled. My husband did a sterling job on Ella’s magnificent tits. The postman did similar with mine. After our tits were sufficiently abused, the examinations would begin.

The examination was invasive, clinical. Inspections, insertions, stretchings, all to prepare us for a measurement. Ruler inserted into the cunt to measure depth, cunt lips measured as they are and then stretched to the point of pain to get further measurements. The diameter of nipples and areolae measured in a natural state, then worked by a monster mains-powered wand to peak arousal for more measuring. Clit diameter and length measured in its natural state, and then the same brutal wand making it as big and hard as possible for more measurements. Inflatable butt plug, inflated until she could take no more, used to measure her asshole. And many more measurements of her tits, cunt and ass.

As part of each measurement, photos are taken and each man will have them on a secret app, an app that syncs all their photos of us to all the men. For pure photo purposes, a speculum with wide outside flaps was used to display her pisshole and a metal sound used to push just inside, and then a different sort of speculum, longer, deeper was used to display her cervix and the same metal sound used to push just inside that too. So invasive, so demeaning.

They have hundreds of pictures of each of us original four, spanked asses, penetrated asses, penetrated cunts, sloppy blow jobs, gagging blow jobs, make-up ruined, you name it. That app holds our shame, those photos are our shame, and these new ones would be added. I’ll be honest, I don’t much like the photos, but the men want them, so they get them.

And when all the measurements were completed, when all the men had inspected her, Ella was masturbated until she came. Clinical. Unfeeling. Unemotional.

Rose and I went next, Helen followed, and then Anna and Tanya. Helen was inspected like Ella, the other four just had the new people inspect and a clinical orgasm.

That left Poppy. In some ways, that was pleasing, and her inspection was also like Ella and Helen, although she was forced to have two clinical orgasms one after the other. I have no idea why.

Despite being such an old friend, Rose had never seen Poppy fuck before, not even seen her cum before. She was probably the one friend Rose had never masturbated with. To be honest, she had little idea about her sex life at all, and yet here she was, offering to fuck Rose’s husband while she was away, and now about to take cock after cock like a fuck weary slut. Sometimes, even old friends surprise each other.

Next, as he had with Helen and her husband, my husband made all the new members verbally consent to free-use now and for the future, a consent given with witnesses. All did so willingly. One could tell from the tenting trousers on the men that they were ready to go.

Men would be chosen at random to fuck, until all eight women had fucked, then they’d start again. The women were already placed in sequence, Ella, Helen, one of the original four, Poppy, and then round again. No man could fuck his wife, or his second wife, so if they were drawn, they’d go back in the pot. I know my husband wanted Poppy, and I know he really wanted her asshole first, as he always does with new women.

I was on the second cycle, and of course, I drew my husband, so he went back and I ended up with the farm hand. I just looked at him and told him to breed me. He had a glint in his eye as he spun me round, bent me over the arm of the settee and masturbated me for a couple of minutes. He was rough, unfeeling, business-like. He then lent in past me, grabbed a hanging tit in each hand and started milking them, squeezing and elongating the nipple whilst squeezing the flesh to get milk out. Of course, there was no milk to get out (much to my sadness), but he milked my flabby hanging tits for all they were worth. Once he felt I’d been milked enough (and by that, I meant he ignored my comments about tender nipples and carried on until he was good and ready), he lined up behind me and just pushed his hard chubby cock in through my cunt lips and then slammed in hard. He was young. He had energy, stamina and power, and he just slammed me like an animal, pulling me into the right position, slapping my ass if I was even a millimetre away from where he wanted me, hauling my body to be in the perfect place for a deep penetration, pounding over and over with hard rhythmic slams. There was no finesse, no love. This was breeding, at its cold, harsh, business-like best. What made it even more electric for me, what made me even more kinky for me was the way he was talking the crowd through the breeding process like I wasn’t capable of understanding, like I was Buttercup a prized cow, the indignity of the discussion, the clinicalness of the breeding and his offhand demeanour just made the breeding so much more intense, so perfectly orgasmic. And of course, I came and he carried on breeding me, explaining how one orgasm was necessary before he planted his seed, before he impregnated me. Oh my god, the language, turning a decent fuck into an amazing fuck. And as soon as he came, he pulled out and explained how the prize cow needs to be left there for his cum to work it’s magic, and so I was left, bent over the sofa arm, legs spread, cunt gaping slightly, my breeding all but complete.

And there I stayed until my husband was drawn again, this time he was drawn last, this time he got Poppy. And as Tanya’s husband had used Poppy’s cunt the first time round, my husband took advantage of that situation to pull out the lube and announce to Poppy that her asshole would be his, would be filled by his hard cock, would be filled by his thick creamy cum. She looked very slightly scared as he bent her over the kitchen work surface and started lubing her asshole, but she knew that if she wanted to replace Rose properly, she’d have to take all their cocks in her asshole, and soon, and she was excited about that overuse prospect, so now was as good a time as ever.

Two Years On (Part Two)

19 April 2026 / / 3 Comments

The free-use men had decided they wanted allocated second wives with additional fucking rights, to move the free-use on to another level. The plan, which had been modified by Rose and Tanya’s husband to include Helen and her husband, was put to the women to agree. We decided we ultimately would agree, but we decided to push for more, decided that we wanted more. Our price for the second wife plan was to further increase the number of men available to fuck us. Tanya was the main driver of this, wanting her average 2½ fucks per day to be more like 4. And to think she’s the one we thought was most likely to drop out of the free-use group. Not any more!

The reality of the situation is that the men we have can’t fuck us more. They do amazingly well, and their use of softer cocks for non-orgasmic penetration is inspired, and really helps to increase the feeling of use, but there is no more left in the tank for hard cock heavily cumming fucks. So, us women floated the idea of associate members, men who are without women themselves and who would have free-use rights over us. They are a second tier (but still have the right to interrupt a man fucking his own wife), and because they are without their own women, we hoped they would fuck us hard and often.

The men certainly weren’t against the idea, and in fact, Rose’s husband reminded us of a couple of other discussions we had previously had that would fit the associate member bill, only this time, they were women.

The first was 19 year old Ella, the one from our Christmas party, the one my husband has already fucked a number of times over Christmas, as have Anna and I. She loves sex, but not relationships, and boy is she a great fuck. After that Christmas session, she offered, perhaps once a month, to waitress for one of our evening soirees with all of us and be available for free-use at that event, wearing her tiny waitress outfit from Christmas. Then, perhaps also once a month, making herself available for a day of free-use. She’s a busy hard-working student who wants a good grade, so is unable to commit to a more full-time free-use arrangement. The men loved the idea of nubile young flesh, the women not so much, but as I pointed out, we either like the associate member idea or we don’t, we can’t pick and choose.

Last year, we only made a small change to the free-use. We introduced a monthly men’s night and a women’s night (on the same night). For the women’s night, three of the four women were together, and we would spend the evening having sex with each other, with the only rule that we had to have the same number of orgasms as each other (and at least the number the men rolled on a die) and we weren’t allowed to work on our own bodies, only the other women.

The fourth woman (on rotation) had an entirely different night ahead. She was at the men’s night, restrained, gagged with my ball gag, and free for the men to do whatever they wanted with. A kind of tied-up mini gang bang really.

I only mention this because as part of the Ella plan, I suggested we grant another men’s night and women’s night once a month, but this time, once every month, Ella is the one restrained and gagged, whilst all 5 of us women give each other orgasms, and Ella should be invited to our other women’s night, so while one of the wives was the one restrained, Ella would join the other four for the orgasms.

The other woman on offer was somewhat more practical. Rose was going away for about eight weeks in the summer, and her oldest friend Poppy had offered to come to look after Rose’s husband, “to do everything Rose did for him.” Her husband took that to mean sex too, Rose assumed not, but it turned out she did mean sex, so, Rose told her sex would mean having to do the free-use thing with the other men several times a day, as well as fucking her husband, doing the women’s night and a men’s night too. Poppy quite simply said that if Rose normally did it, she would too. Rose actually felt quite exposed telling such an old and dear friend so many details about her free-use, but she knew it had to be done, she knew she had to get Poppy into the free-use community when Rose was away.

Having agreed to the associate members of both sexes, the men introduced one final thing to the discussion, Submissive Sodomy. I’ve mentioned it a lot recently, I get sodomised every day to keep me in that submissive head space I need, that sodomy where I don’t cum, where I need to not be allowed to cum. By definition, Free-Use is submissive, and Rose and Anna have been feeling it for a while, and even Tanya, until recently resistant to the idea of being submissive, has finally accepted it. After discussion between my husband and Rose’s, her husband decided a while back to sodomise her in the same way as I get it. And seeing the effect it has on me and Rose, Anna decided she wanted it from time to time. Now, only Tanya never has it. The suggestion was all five of us women should have it every day, should be sodomised without cumming first thing every day. Anna agreed without hesitation, but Tanya objected, only agreeing once it was pointed out that she’d get the extra sex she required if she just agreed to be sodomised daily. I think the sodomy will do her good anyway, even if she doesn’t believe it right now.

So, the whole package, the second wives, the submissive sodomy, Helen and her husband, Poppy including free-use and a men’s night, Ella and the second men’s night (and women’s night, waitressing and two twelve hour free-use sessions a month rather than one), and three as yet unidentified men, was approved, to begin on our second free-use anniversary. Assuming Helen and her husband, Poppy and Ella all agreed, you understand.

Tanya and I went over to see Helen almost immediately. She was ridiculously excited and agreed right away, to everything, even the submissive sodomy which her husband thought would be good for her, and her husband agreed to the whole package by phone right then and in person the following morning. Whilst we were doing that, Rose rang Poppy, and they agreed the whole swapping places thing, including the free-use, the submissive sodomy and everything else that went with it. And Anna went and found Ella, studying, and persuaded her to do the extras from her initial offer, one group evening, one men’s night, one women’s night and at least two twelve hour free-use sessions a month, and trying her luck, she threw in a couple of unrelated submissive sodomy sessions too. Ella said yes. To all of it.

So, with everyone agreed, us women set about identifying possible men. We didn’t want to go and indiscriminately ask, as we didn’t want to cause a scandal. So, we had to be careful.

The first one we came up with was a widower about our age, who had been alone for a few years, but had come to the same conclusion as Ella about relationships. So, we thought he might like some no strings whenever he needs it fucking.

The second one was the local farm hand. He’s 18 and seems to treat women the same as breeding cows. Us free-use women like a bit of no-holds-barred breeding, and he does seem to like women older than him, so we hoped our offer would be appealing.

The third one was the local postman, the same postman that my husband had already given groping and sucking rights on my tits. He is divorced, and the enjoyment he gets from my tits made us think he would enjoy the fucking. It turns out over the years, he had fucked Anna and Helen before, Helen quite recently whilst her husband was away for work (with his approval), Anna not long before she joined the free-use community, and they both said he was a decent fuck. Tanya had given him a couple of blow jobs over the years, she told him it was to say thank you, but in reality, it was because she just needed a cock in her mouth.

There were other male options, but for one reason or another, they were ruled out. Tanya wanted her extra sex, to be fair we all did. So, we decided how to go to each of them to sell the idea.

I asked the postman whilst he was giving me a good tit grope. He took absolutely no convincing to sign up, although he did insist that his morning tit gropes would remain unchanged.

Rose told the farm hand that we all needed properly and regularly breeding, and that sold it to him, somewhat easier than we thought.

The one who took some convincing was the widower, a lovely man who was just looking for company. What finally made him say yes was the fact that there were five or more women to give him some company, and the whole point was that we’d fuck him when he wanted it, no questions asked, no refusal.

So that was everyone, and all the plans. Five couples, two female associate members, three male associate members, second wives, the lot. We decided to introduce Helen and her husband into the group with a weekend away with all five couples, and then introduce the associate members at an anniversary celebration party the following weekend, and Ella offered her own black fishnet stockings to go with the slutty waitress outfit I made for her for Christmas, just the super slutty look I wanted for her. This was all so exciting, and to celebrate, our future second husbands (and Tanya’s on Rose) gave us long slow deep anal, followed by us sucking their cocks clean in an ass-to-mouth act that felt really dirty. We were indeed moving the free-use onto another level, and not one of us could wait.

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