Free Use Husband In 3D [M/F]

**NOTE: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION**

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These smartphones are torture.

She’s been constantly texting me ever since I’ve gotten used to the phone. Sometimes she would send me pictures of her bare breast that she took while she’s in the restroom, sometimes it’s a little more risqué and she would send me up-skirt photos with her hand pulling her thong aside revealing her luscious southern lips. I’ll be honest, it has gotten me hot and bothered but it has also cut into my productivity around the house. She’s been requesting pictures of my penis, but I felt a little uncomfortable doing that. I didn’t understand why she wanted one but I finally relented and sent her one.

That night she came home and she was ready to jump me while I was busy chopping up some vegetables. I told her stop for a second because I have a knife in my hand. She said she masturbated while she was in the restroom at work, that’s why she wanted a picture of my penis, but she couldn’t finish and she was pissed off the entire afternoon and she wanted to be fucked. She sat on the counter top and I ate her out first and then fucked her for about twenty minutes and made sure she came multiple times. She took a nap on the sofa afterwards and I started cooking. I’ll admit I was feeling turned on because of her nudes, and I came in her hard. I hope there’s a towel under her because I just deep cleaned the sofa. I should go check.

It’s been a year since the visit to the police station. I’ve gotten used to driving but I’m not used to driving for a long distance. The convenience of a car has made it possible for me to go and buy some ingredients and other items that we need throughout the week, it used to be that we would go on a large shopping binge on a Saturday. We still go shopping together on Saturday, we just didn’t need as much items.

With me driving she has asked if she could give me a blowjob while I drove. I immediately refused the request. Not only is it dangerous, but we could be fined for indecency. She pouted, and was mad at me the rest of the drive. I said she can do it when we get home but she said that it’s a different experience when we’re driving because it’s something new she’s been wanting to try.

“We can do it when I’m more confident in driving, ok?” I compromised and she seems satisfied with it. Let’s hope she forgets about ‘road head’, that’s such a weird name for it.

I’ve started going to the gym. I’m thin but I do have a fair bit of muscle. I’ve read that going to the gym is supposed to make me feel better, and I must admit I do feel better after. But during the exercise? I felt like utter shit. Am I even doing this right? Is it suppose to hurt?

Lanie has been pushing for me to make friends, for other people for me to talk to. I suppose she’s right, but I really just need her and no one else. But I’ll give it a shot. Maybe I’ll make a friend somewhere along the way.

A few months passed and I think I’m seeing the result of my workout. My arms are thicker, I can see my abs more, my chest is more defined. Lanie sure has been enjoying the fruits of my labor and that makes me glad. I wish I was a bit heavier, then I could’ve been bigger. I guess I’ll have to adjust my diet, I’ll have to do some research about it.

There’s a girl in the gym that I’ve struck a few conversations with. Her name is Amanda and she arrives on the same time that I usually gets there. She’s brunette with big hazel eyes and she’s tanned. I guess she’s pretty, I’m not one to judge, and her body is well defined. I can tell she’s been working out for a while.

We didn’t really have a lot to talk about initially. She’s been giving me pointers about my workout and apparently I’ve been doing a lot of things wrong. Not wrong, actually, just inefficient. She also gave me some pointers about food and “dietary supplements” whatever that is. If I want to get bigger, I’ll have to increase my caloric intake and increase my workout.

We talked a lot and we started working out together more and more. I found her a very easy person to talk to.

My wife has started to come home earlier than usual. She said that she’s gotten a promotion that resulted in her having to stay at work less. She would be working three days a week, 12 hours each, and she had four days off now.

I’m overjoyed and terrified at the same time. On one hand I can spend more time with her! On the other hand, she can ask for more ‘fuckies’ (her name for it) more often.

I can only take it a day at a time. I wonder if there’s an exercise that can make my dick muscle stronger? Or more durable so it doesn’t sore as easy. I’ll have to do some research on that.

Amanda’s suggestions certainly worked and the results are well and good. Lanie, herself, has noticed it and she’s even mentioned a general improvement in my attitude. I’m not really sure what she meant, but she did say that my general stamina has gotten better.

One day I’m washing the dishes and we got to talking. She’s relaxing on the couch, watching one of her programs.

“Babe, how did your workout go today?” She started.

“I think it went well. Amanda wasn’t there but I think I handled it alright enough.”

I can suddenly feel this searing, heat behind me. Like someone is trying to bore a hole through my head. I turned around to see her just staring at me with her brows furrowed and an intensity that I haven’t seen.

“Who’s Amanda,” she said and I swear she didn’t blink or anything. She followed me with her eyes as I was moving dishes around, and it sent chills down my spine.

“She’s the one who’s been giving me advice on working out. Apparently I was doing it wrong,” I answered honestly. Her mood didn’t brighten at all, in fact she’s leering at me even worse. Her knuckles tightened as she gripped the cushions and I swallowed hard and my throat went dry.

“So she spends a lot of time with you in the gym?”

I’m starting to panic, but I’ve always been honest with her. “She does when we’re working out together.”

By this time I’ve already sat on the other end of the couch. The far end. I probably shouldn’t have done that. She got on all fours and started coming towards me, slowly, like a tigress on the hunt. It’s a fairly long couch that we bought in case we’d have company over. We haven’t had any company over, ever.

When she got to me she took my cock out from my shorts and started playing with it. She slapped her face with it, she nibbled at my cock head and the shaft lightly, she rubbed the groove under the head that sent this wave of heat on the soles of my feet for some reason, and she started squeezing my balls.

She held my jewels in her grasp and looked up to me. “Is she pretty?”

“I would say she has that certain appearance that a man may find appealing.”

“You’re dodging the question,” she said low as she grinned at me and she squeezed a little tighter and held it there.

“A man may find her attractive.”

Her grip tightened a little bit more. I’m starting to get nervous.

“No, I didn’t find her attractive.”

Her eyes narrowed and she wore that foxy smile and she released me. “Hmmm, why didn’t you find her attractive then?”

“She does this thing where she says ‘actually’ a lot. It started to irritate me after a bit but I didn’t want to offend her.”

She buried herself between my legs and started sucking my balls. She took one into her mouth and sucked, pulled and rolled it around her mouth. She released it with a pop and then worked on the other one. I gotta say it felt magical.

“Where’d you learn that?” I gasped. In 6 years I’ve known her she hasn’t done anything like it before. She just winked at me. This vixen!

“Hmm, who is prettier? Her or me?” She took my balls into her mouth again and rolled it around her mouth, licking the underside and around. I cannot believe that she is finding more ways to surprise me. I must make an effort to do the same.

I just looked at her and kind of tilted my head. “Honey, you have my balls in your mouth. This answer is going to be very biased towards you.”

She had to spit my balls out as she started to laugh.

“You want me to be honest?” She nodded and I sighed. I asked her to sit with me and I held her. She laid her head against my chest. “She is physically more beautiful but only because she keeps her body busy. Her personality is a little irritating, she slurps when she drinks from her water bottle, and she doesn’t wipe down the equipment after she uses it. I even found her having a sort of heated argument with the staff.”

She took in the information and nodded. “What about me then?” She said with her foxy grin. “What do you find attractive or unattractive about me?” She started to shift excitedly in her seat.

“Where to start. You do this little snort when your sleeping, you would sometimes just break out in a random song, we share the same sense of humor and you’re really patient with me. Sometimes you can be bossy, but I like that about you, but sometimes you can be *really* bossy. Sometimes you’re a little absent minded and you forget things, and when you do you ask me to go and get it. Whenever you eat a burrito, and for some reason this only happens with burritos, you do this little tippy taps with your feet that’s really cute.”

“That’s it?” She asked, expecting more.

“Well, do you have all day?”

She smiled from ear to ear and then hugged me. While I breathe her in and enjoyed her warm embrace, I felt her hand wrap around my still exposed dick.

***

It’s a Thursday and the wife is off. Her new schedule has got me in a bit of a kerfuffle as her lust hasn’t let up at all. I would say, since I’ve gained some muscle mass, that her attraction towards me has grown. As soon as she wakes the first thing she does is take my dick from my boxers and get it hard, then take it into her mouth. I’m still somewhat sore from the night before but I oblige. During this time I make sure to eat her out as well. She loves it almost as much as I do and she likes to keep her southern forest tamed, though I’ve asked her to merely trim it. I like a bit of a bush if I am being honest.

I made breakfast for her, Omelet as usual and this time I added some of the leftover chopped porkchops . I may try a different egg dish for her, but for now I will continue serving her omelet. I did try a potato pancake that I saw online. She found it delicious, a little too salty though as I, admittedly, went a little heavy handed with the salt. I’ve started drinking pineapple juice as well. I read that it makes semen taste sweet. I’m impartial to it, though I prefer orange or apple juice, but I’ll see if Lanie enjoys it.

I decided not to go to the gym today and instead focus on her. I think three times a week is fine and I decided to go when it’s her work day. We went to the mall and walked around for a bit, talking about nothing and everything. We watched a movie and I noticed she is a little bit more frisky than usual. I have a bad feeling about this.

After the movie, she asked me if I want to get anything. This has been something that she’s been asking me for the past 6 years of our relationship. Every time we go to the mall she would try and buy some clothes for me, and I would always refuse.

But not today.

She squealed in delight as she went wide eyed. “Oh, we can see what looks good on you! Oh my god, I can finally do this!”

I didn’t understand why she got so excited in just trying to buy clothes for me. I’m fine with whatever she wants as long as its not too expensive or too flamboyant.

So we went to one of the boutiques. It’s a bunch of fashionable clothes that I’ve seen people wear around. I usually wear plain looking clothes and jeans when I’m out, but some of the designs are a little bit out there. I tried on the clothes she picked and paraded it around for her. She clapped and smiled whenever I left the changing area, and she would hand me another set to try on.

The last set of clothes she wanted for me to change into I had mixed feelings about. To my surprise, she came into the changing room. She giggled as we were elbow to elbow in the now cramped room. I’ve gone down my briefs when she suddenly took the clothes away from my hand.

“Fuck me, David,” she said with intensity and that look in her face. I just looked at her in confusion.

“Now?” I asked, “we’re going to get caught, honey; you’re a yeller for Pete’s sake.”

She just nodded with that foxy look in her eye and a grin that I couldn’t say no to and she took my dick out of my briefs and stroked it. I shrugged and I made sure to put the clothes aside so that it doesn’t become dirty.

This blowjob is a little more intense than what I’m used to. She twists her head around as she went in and out, and her tongue game has gotten better. She would nibble on my cock head a bit with her lips and she would wink at me from time to time. I love when my wife winks at me, I find it incredibly sexy. I found myself not lasting as long as I used to and I started to shoot my load into her mouth. She greedily swallowed it, not letting a single drop out and she moaned a little with each spurts of cum hitting the back of her throat or the roof of her mouth.

“Tasty as always, now fuck my pussy,” she said with that same intensity again.

“What has gotten into you honey?”

She just giggled and shrugged as she slides her skirt up to her waist to show me she hasn’t been wearing any underwear at all and, again, winked at me. She needs to stop doing that so often, or else we’re going to get in serious trouble. She sat me down to the little partition and straddled me, sliding my moist cock into her sopping wet pussy. I slid her shirt up and took her breast into my mouth, nibbling, sucking, massaging and licking her gentle bosoms. She bounced on my cock and I cupped her luscious, plump ass.

“You’re so tight,” I groaned and she started pumping herself into me, wet slaps echoing. I asked her to slow down so that she wouldn’t make so much noise, but she ignored me and shook her head wildly.

“Are you okay honey? You’re usually not this daring.”

“Babe, I’m off my birth control,” she said in between her moans and grunts. Her body shook and shivered as she closed her eyes and leaned into me, uttering a small “I’m coming, fuck I’m coming babe,” next to my ears.

“Then we need to be careful honey, I need to pull out then.”

She shook her head again and my eyes went wild. “No, you’re going to dump your fat load into me, okay? David, Honey, I want a baby. I want your baby.”

I smiled at her as she looked at me with her glittering eyes. “Are you sure?” I asked and she just bit her lip and nodded. “Okay, then let’s make a baby.”

Suddenly we can hear a noise coming outside of the door. “Did they just leave? There’s a bunch of clothes here and bags from other store. Are they coming back?”

“I think he’s still in there. Wait…. Ah shit! Again!? Come on, man!”

“Why do people fuck in our dressing room? This is the third time this week and it’s not even the weekend!”

They started knocking on the door. “You guys can’t do that! Please, come out!”

“Do it at Old Navy, they don’t give a fuck over there!”

Lanie didn’t care and honestly, neither did I. She just started moaning louder and louder, uninhibited now since the jig is up, and the taboo of fucking in public has gotten her even more aroused. Keys jangled and jingled as they tried to open the locked door, and when they finally did, my wife looked at them with that shit-eating grin. She didn’t stop and they couldn’t really force her off of me but they pleaded for us to cease immediately. I refused to listen, I’m going to do this. I’m going to have a child that I’ll love and care for and I’ll never leave him or her.

I couldn’t hold back as I shot my load into her wet, sopping pussy. Her walls clamped down hard on me, milking my cock as I groaned with each spurt of semen into her waiting and hungry pussy. She squirmed and twisted as her orgasm took her, and the store staff just gasped both in horror and some other emotions that I couldn’t tell. Lanie moaned as she pushed herself deeper into me and then leaned in and kissed me.

***

“Okay, I understand that you’re banning us from the store, that’s fair, but can we PLEASE just buy the clothes first? I only fucked him in the dressing room because he looked so good in them! You should be proud of that!”

‘Ma’am, do you realize the liability we could face? I’m not even going to mention that we have to sanitize the dressing rooms. ALL the dressing room.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, but please my husband looks really good in this pants! Just let me buy them, I’m begging you.”

I stood outside of the store, completely embarrassed with my actions. “I hope my child doesn’t ask us how he or she was conceived,” I murmured to myself.

“I’m happy for y’all trying to have a baby, but couldn’t you guys wait until you got home?” The mall security asks me as he stood nearby.

“I can’t really say no to her,” I simply said and he patted me on the shoulder as if understanding why.

Lanie is still arguing with the manager, who finally relents and allowed my wife to purchase the clothes. She’s still finding ways to surprise me, and I love her so much. We’re not banned from the mall, but we are banned from this store though.

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