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Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part Four)

3 July 2026 / / 7 Comments

Rose and I stopped crying fairly quickly, as the pain in our nipples and clits became a dull throb, a familiar kind of throb from our spankings, a comforting kind of throb. We were both comforted, soothed, loved by our second husbands, but our nipples and clits were not soothed, not touched even, left alone to their pain and throbs.

It was almost time for us to retire, Rose and I knowing our painful nipples and clits would make our final fuckings of the day more of an ordeal.

But even the men, and their amazingly resilient cocks, were running out of steam, so our first bit of second husband ownership of the night was our assholes being fucked by some dildos, my and Rose’s nipples rubbing on the bed with each slam in, reminding us constantly of the punishment.

Then our cunts being pounded by our dildos, swapped around so that we were penetrated by a dildo that had been in someone else’s asshole and cunt earlier, dirty from their assholes and then from our own. That use of dirty dildos really plays into our submission, knowing we shouldn’t do that, and yet submitting to it, a dirty yet free-use act.

And only as their arms tired, did their cocks make it to our mouths for hardening, and then back into our assholes for a late night dose of Submissive Sodomy. None of the women came for the entire time. The men did, one last time, really putting a full stop on our submissive day, only further emphasised by our pre-7am Submissive Sodomy the following morning.

Breakfast went much as the previous day, our tits and cunts displayed for all, and then we found out about the morning’s entertainment. It was Anna’s husband’s birthday, and for the men’s birthdays, we always do something special they want us to do. He had requested that I do a masturbating cake sit and then as I offer my cake covered ass and cunt for him to clear, the other women were to peg him, hard, prolonged. We women thought of it as well deserved payback for all the hard slamming fucks our assholes are regularly forced to take.

I haven’t mentioned a masturbating cake sit before. It was something I read about another woman doing on a cake sit blog, and it is such a fucking obvious thing to do. In this case, I was on all fours, my cunt angled to line up with the middle of the top of the cake, so I would spray cunt juices all over the cake. Anna then finger fucked me whilst Rose held me in place with two fingers deep in my asshole, and they made me cum, they made me squirt all over the top of the cake. With the cake plastered with my cunt juices, I began grinding my ass and cunt into the cake, rocking backwards and forwards, collecting cake in my cunt, between my legs, down my ass crack and plastered all over my ass cheeks. On and off, I was playing with my still-tender clit, adding more cunt juices as I ground the cake in.

All eyes were on my body as it moved, almost danced onto the cake, me almost being oblivious to the audience, as I got mesmerised by how wonderful the cake felt, the oozing into my ass crack and cunt. It is such a special feeling, and I wasn’t expecting a cake sit this weekend, so it was an absolute joy.

And once I was fully seated on the cake platter, a situation that took a couple of minutes to get to, Anna punished my clit further, by using my vicious wand to apply vibrations only to my clit (from above, with a cup shaped attachment that hugged my clit perfectly) and made me cum again, with me grinding the wet remnants of cake into my cunt. Whilst Anna was making me cum with the wand, Rose put her fingers that tasted of my ass into my mouth to taste. That just enhanced my cumming, she knew it would.

So, my ass and cunt were loaded with cake, and one of the men draped a towel over the sofa, and I was manoeuvred to be face down on it, me keeping my legs together to keep the cake attached. Anna’s husband, whose birthday treat this was, was bent over the sofa arm, his ass pointing upwards, and his face was almost touching my cake covered ass. He leant in and started licking and eating as Tanya lubed his asshole and Rose loaded herself into the first strap-on. Helen inserted her fingers into his asshole to loosen it up, before Rose put the tip of the strap-on against his pucker and pushed in. He reared up, lifting his face off my ass, before returning to position and starting to lick the cake off my ass again. He felt two sets of hands hold him down as Rose started firm strokes, stopping his body from rearing up, keeping his tongue close to my cake covered ass.

Rose built up speed, with full length strokes, slamming her silicone balls into his real balls with every stroke. Meanwhile, Anna had poked his cock, which was outside the arm of the chair, into a glass. The women needed his cum. The men who were starting to wank themselves watching this were given glasses too. The women needed their cum as well.

Whilst Rose was pegging him, Tanya was loading herself into another strap-on and was lubed up, and when Rose needed a break, she pulled out and Tanya immediately penetrated him, his asshole not being filled for so little time that it wasn’t fully closed up. Tanya was quickly up to speed, and to her silicone balls slapping best in no time.

My body was moved a little several times to give his tongue more cake to reach, and Tanya was replaced by Anna and then Helen, before starting round again. We women were determined to peg him for as long as we have to take them fucking our assholes on relay.

Once he had mostly cleared my ass of cake, my body was moved again, this time, my belly had a pillow put under it, my legs were spread and his head was right in between my legs, his nose jammed into the lower reaches of my now cleared but still slightly sticky ass crack, his tongue licking cake off my cunt. And still his pegging carried on. The dildos the women were fucking his asshole with were substantial, far girthier than the men’s cocks. Helen’s husband was both in awe of what this man took up his ass, and slightly scared, because he knew his asshole would have to take such a pounding and such a stretching eventually. The women, being used to both taking and giving such dildos in the ass, were rather more in awe of the amount of cake this man had eaten.

The women pegging him were as relentless to him as the men are to them, and he expected nothing less. That they were waiting to collect his cum was slightly humiliating. That they were waiting to collect the cum of the other men who were wanking themselves watching him was rather more humiliating.

When she saw the pegged ass twitching, Tanya reached up and grabbed his cock, which had already cum a little into the glass, and milked his cock with her hand to extract as much cum as she could. And there was a lot. Despite how much he had cum already, pegging him always produced loads of cum.

Tanya then went round and collected all the men’s cum, and mixed it all together. Then, she loaded a lube syringe with cum and, after the dildo was withdrawn from Anna’s husband’s asshole and he was being held in place, she inserted the syringe and emptied the cum into his asshole. And she filled the syringe again and again, and emptied it into his asshole again and again. His asshole was filled with the combined cum of five men, including his own, and then Tanya roughly pushed the largest butt plug they had into his well pegged asshole, to keep the cum in place, not something the men usually allowed the women.

Now, he was like the women usually are, an asshole full of cum, an asshole uncomfortable from the pegging, an asshole that knows what’s been done to it. He lay there, still licking at my cunt for any scrap of cake as the cum trickle down deep inside him. Everyone left us to it as the women packed up for departure, and the men made lunch. Not that Anna’s husband wanted any lunch, he’d eaten far too much cake.

And what was left of my cake covered cunt and ass was dessert for the rest of them, not that there was much left. I slid around the platter, my cunt and ass picking up any scraps of cake left, before I bent over the arm of the sofa for the licking and cleaning to commence. One of the men produced four cup cakes, and two of them were ground into my ass crack and two into my cunt, so there was cake to be eaten.

Eight tongues sequentially licking at my cunt and ass, focussing on my clit and ass pucker, moving my cheeks and my cunt lips apart, lead me to cum, adding flavour to the cake again.

And once I was clear, I wasn’t allowed a shower to remove the sticky cake residue, and I had to take my place in a line of us women, hands clasped behind our heads, forcing our tits out, with our legs slightly apart. The men then started discussing our performances over the weekend, what a great weekend it was, how well we had done, how much we had cum, and then, one by one, they found a reason to spank each one of us, an excuse really to be spanked by our second husbands. And in my case, because they knew how much of a spanking I can take, it was long, it involved his hand, a paddle, a tawse and a belt. My ass was glowing red, very sore. As were the others to some degree, the amount of spanking only varying because of how much of a spanking their asses can take. These spankings were one final bit of the men taking ownership of us.

And then, with raw and sore asses, very demure from our punishments, very submissive once again, there was time for a final quick group fuck before we had to go, one final taking by our second husbands. Anna’s asshole was ruthlessly fucked by my husband, whilst (at the start at least) Anna masturbated me. Rose, after finger fucking Helen, received another non-cumming sodomy session from Helen’s husband. Tanya’s husband fucked and came loads in Helen’s cunt. Rose’s husband did ass-to-mouth on me, whilst Helen’s husband followed suit and did ass-to-mouth on Rose, having been masturbating her for a while before he got his cock involved. And once we had all cum, men and women, us women were given our flimsy short summer dresses and loaded into the car, all cummed out.

On the way home, as a final piece of free-use, Helen spent ten minutes at a time with a man’s cock in her mouth, each having a turn, including my husband in laybys. She wasn’t trying to get them hard or make them cum, just to keep their cocks enrobed by her mouth as an act of subservience, of love and of thanks. She did three lots of ten minutes each, and that just got us home. Her jaw ached, her cunt and asshole were overused, and she had absolutely the best weekend ever.

And as they got out of the car, Helen made herself available for free-use on the chat group. Now her real unplanned free-use began.

Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part Three)

23 June 2026 / / 3 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.

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.

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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