[FM] My boyfriend Henry’s [30M] and my [28F] quarantine free-use weekend

Quarantine can be boring and depressing as hell. There’s just no way around it. After Henry and I said goodbye to a [friend](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gvlx1f/fm_my_boyfriend_30m_and_i_28f_put_on_a_socially/) who was sheltering with us, the apartment suddenly felt incredibly empty. I moped around the place, unable to focus on work and needing constant physical attention from Henry to distract myself. He was happy to oblige, but I could tell he was worried about me. To spice things up a little and get us out of our funk, he suggested that we dive into our sex bucket list: a checklist on my phone that we had written in years ago and slowly edited as we explored various interests.

We laid next to each other in bed as we scrolled through the list, disappointed by how many of the items required leaving the house or bringing in another person or two. Or three.

Finally, we saw it. The big one. “A free-use weekend?” Henry asked excitedly as I highlighted it, his handsome face splitting into a wide grin, “Is it finally time?”

“Fuck yeah it is,” I whispered, my panties flooding as my mind flew through the possibilities of the different ways Henry could use my body for his pleasure, “but we should probably set some ground rules.”

“Ok! What’s off limits?”

We both paused for a moment, struggling to think of anything. “No initiating while we are using the bathroom?” I suggested, grasping at straws.

“Gross and duh.”

I laughed. We paused again, locking eyes with both of our brows furrowed. “Is there anything else?” I asked.

Henry shrugged. “Not really? Are you cool with waking up to us already having sex?

I nodded vigorously, and he laughed excitedly, pulling me against him to press kisses into my hair with both of us grinning with anticipation. I fell asleep that night with a smile on my face, the sadness that had been overwhelming me finally abating slightly as I looked forward to something for the first time all week.

The next morning, my body tingled with excitement and adrenaline. I kept hoping Henry would initiate something, but he didn’t, almost certainly dragging out the anticipation to put me on edge. Eventually, I got tired of waiting. Henry was sitting in the living room reading, lounging sideways across the length of the couch. Quietly, I stripped off my clothing and crept over to him, relieved that his book was blocking his view of me. I was standing by his face by the time he looked up. He smiled wickedly, his gaze darkening as he realized what was about to happen.

I lifted a leg over his torso and slowly lowered my pussy on his face, locking eyes with him until the moment his tongue made contact with my clit. I moaned, rolling my head back and putting more weight on him. Henry propped me up with his arms and attacked my clit with enthusiasm, enveloping my pussy with his mouth and flicking his tongue against my clit. One of his hands gripped my ass tightly and pulled me down until almost all my weight was on him. I rocked against his face slowly, masturbating myself on his tongue. Only a few minutes of pressure and I was cumming, shaking gently and softly calling out his name. As I came down from my high, I looked at him between my thighs, brushing his hair back with a light smile on my face. I swung my leg back over him so that I was standing on the ground, and I leaned down as if I were about to kiss him, stopping mere millimeters away from his lips. “Thank you for the orgasm, pet,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his as I spoke, and I turned and left the room.

That seemed to open the floodgates for us. Not even an hour later, I was sipping some tea at the kitchen counter when Henry pulled down my panties and shoved his cock inside of me without warning. My entire body tensed as he began fucking me roughly, his hands on my shoulders. My pussy gushed, his thrusts getting smoother as my cunt lubricated itself and adjusted to the unexpected presence inside of it. I moaned and bent over at the waist while I set down my mug, arching my back and sticking out my ass for Henry’s enjoyment. He slapped one of my cheeks hard, making it sting and redden as he kept fucking me from behind. His hands gripped my hips as he slammed into me over and over again, his cock pushing deeper and deeper inside of me with every thrust as my body opened itself to him. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm start to stir, but I knew this wasn’t about me. I was just a vessel for his cock. Henry’s grip on my shoulders tightened as he neared his orgasm, not holding himself back as he used my pussy for his own pleasure. One of his hands grabbed the back of my neck as he came, shooting cum high up my cunt and groaning my name. He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck as he pulled out. “Thanks for the hole,” he whispered.

I could have orgasmed then and there, my used pussy gently leaking Henry’s cum and my body still feeling the aftershocks of his rough thrusts. He whistled to himself and grabbed a banana from the counter, winking at me cockily when I looked back at him over my shoulder.

After cleaning myself up, I returned to the living room to find that he had resumed reading on the couch, still naked with not a care in the world. I stripped off my remaining clothing and joined him, splaying my naked body across his with my back against his chest. I grabbed his hand and fingered myself with it, using his fingertips to rub my clit and tease at my entrance, which was still dripping with his cum. He kept reading as I used his fingers until I came, writhing on top of his body. Sitting up slowly, I ground my ass against his hardening cock and shot a smirk at him over my shoulder. “Thanks for the hand.”

We quickly decided that, for the rest of the weekend, we would only put on clothes when we were cold or when we had a video call. It just made sense to provide easier access.

The next time we took advantage of our free use agreement was after dinner. Henry finished his plate first, rinsed it, and put it in the dishwasher. I was still eating, about to bring another forkful to my mouth, when Henry’s hand circled my wrist and pinned it to the table. I looked over at him, my mouth already opening in anticipation. He pushed his cock in my mouth and grabbed the back of my head with both his hands, immediately fucking my face without giving me a second to adjust. I relaxed my throat and breathed in deeply through my nose, giving him free rein to push in to the hilt, his balls slapping against my chin with every thrust. I looked up at him and blinked slowly, challenging him to do something more aggressive to get my attention.

He pulled out slowly and then pushed back in all the way forcefully, docking his cock in my throat and holding me there on the precipice of gagging. I let saliva gather in the corners of my mouth and spill over his cock as he repeated his slow, punishing movements. He groaned and forced my head down more, a few tears leaking from the corner of my eyes from the exertion. One of his hands reached down to pinch one of my nipples, and his hips picked up the pace again. Soon enough, he was fucking my face roughly, holding my head in place as he thrusted in and out of my open, willing mouth. I felt him tense, but he gave me no verbal warning, stilling his cock and filling the back of my mouth with cum. I let it spill out of my mouth as he pulled out, cum dribbling down my lips, over my chin, and onto my tits. He watched with rapt attention as I delicately dabbed at my lips with my napkin and resumed eating, allowing the cum on my tits to air dry. “Thanks for the mouth,” he panted.

“Glad you enjoyed yourself,” I said boredly between bites.

I could practically feel his eyes flash with the challenge. He spread my legs and shoved his hand between them, rubbing my clit aggressively and then inserting two fingers deep into my pussy. I kept my face neutral, bored even, and looked at him. “Is that all?” I asked impassively, still eating.

Henry ducked between my legs and sucked my clit into mouth, determined to elicit a reaction. I refused to give him one, curling my toes subtly and swallowing my moans as he lavished my clit with his tongue and fucked my dripping pussy with his fingers. He pulled his face back for a moment and sucked on my neck roughly, his fingers still working my cunt from the inside. “I can feel how wet you are, Lily,” he hissed, his lips covered with my juices and tickling my ear as he blew hot breaths across my neck, “I know this is turning you on.”

“Is it?”

He huffed and brought his face back down, flicking his tongue against my clit rapidly and bringing one of my legs over his shoulder. I kept my face blank but brought a hand down to force his head against me, still holding my fork in my other hand as I fed myself. I chewed slowly, closing my eyes and barely maintaining control while Henry expertly teased my clit with his mouth and pressed against my g-spot with his fingers. He moaned into my pussy and shook his face back and forth rapidly, his nose pressing against my mound and his tongue devouring my cunt. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing about my building orgasm, only my increasingly rapid breaths giving it away. I let out a single squeaky moan as I came against his tongue, my abs spasming lightly as he worked me through the peak. After my spasms stilled, he kissed my clit one final time and stood up, a triumphant look on his face. “I knew it,” he smirked.

“Knew what?” I asked, attempting to fake an unbothered attitude in spite of my flushed face and heavy panting.

He rolled his eyes and tweaked one of my nipples before walking away. “Thanks for the tongue!” I called after him.

The next day, I woke up to Henry’s cock already inside of me. I moaned, locking eyes with him and wrapping my legs around his waist as he pounded into me. He buried his face in my neck and groaned, the angle of my hips allowing him to fuck me deeper. “Fill me with your cum,” I begged in his ear, “Use my pussy — it’s yours.”

He came instantly, leading me to wonder how long he had been fucking me before I woke up. He pulled out of me and then climbed up my body to straddle my chest, forcing his softening cock into my mouth. I sucked it without hesitation, swirling my tongue around the head as the last few drops of cum leaked into my mouth. “Thanks for the cum receptacle,” he whispered looking down at me.

I let his cock flop out of my mouth and land on my chin. “Thanks for the cum,” I replied cheekily.

He laughed and tapped the head of his cock against my lips a few times. “Anytime.”

That afternoon, Henry was watching TV on the couch when I climbed up on the back of the couch and sat down on his face backwards, changing the movie to something I wanted to watch as I rubbed my pussy and ass against his tongue. His hands gripped my ass and parted my cheeks to go in deeper, shoving his tongue in my ass first and then into my pussy in turn. A glance down showed me his cock was hardening. I waited until he was fully erect and the first drops of precum appeared on his tip before I slid myself down his body, my round ass dragging down his chest until I was perched between his legs facing away from him. I grabbed his cock with one hand and angled it against my pussy, sinking down on it slowly. I heard him groan, and his hands reached around to grab and play with my tits. I planted my feet firmly on the ground and bounced on his cock as much as I could, leaning forward and holding onto his knees for balance. “Whose cock is this?” I asked him breathlessly.

“Yours,” he moaned softly, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

“I said, whose fucking cock is this to use as she pleases?”

“Yours,” he groaned louder, “only you can use me like this.”

“Don’t you fucking dare cum,” I warned, one of my hands beginning to press against my clit.

I tipped myself forward more to angle his cock against my g-spot with every bounce, moaning loudly and careening towards an orgasm. Henry’s heavy breaths behind me made me speed up my movements and increase the pressure on my clit, not wanting to risk having him orgasm before me. He began raising his hips to meet me, the force of his thrusts knocking the breath out of my lungs. I came hard around his cock, my pussy gripping the length of his erection and clenching hard to milk the orgasm out of him. He followed me seconds later, filling my cunt and pressing his forehead against my shoulder as he groaned.

He pulled me back against his chest and held me there as his cock pulsed inside me, the last waves of his orgasm still crashing over him if his groans and the final spurts of cum shooting up my pussy were any indication. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and kissed his jaw, sucking lightly on the skin. We rested for a moment as I sat comfortably on his lap with his cock still inside me, his arms wrapping around me and my hands coming up to hold his arms in place. He ran a hand across my stomach, gently rubbing the soft skin there. “I like it when you get possessive,” he admitted softly, “It’s rare, but it’s really fucking hot when you do.”

“I’m happy to claim you more often. Tell you that you’re mine and only I get to fuck you that way.”

He kissed my neck and nuzzled against my shoulder. “I’d really like that.”

“Consider it done.”

I detangled myself from him and got up slowly, stretching my sore legs. Riding dick does not come naturally to me, no matter how many times I do it. I turned around and bent over to kiss him, my tongue slipping into his mouth. Pulling away, I kissed up his jaw to his ear. “Thanks for the ride, fuck stick.”

He snorted humorlessly, his eyes darkening as he got up and prowled towards me. “You’re going to regret calling me that.”

“Am I?”

Laughing together, Henry chased me to the bedroom, the threat of whatever he was going to do once he caught me making my pussy flood all over again.

The weekend ended all too soon, having awoken several things inside of us. We agreed to institute a free use rule 24/7 for giving oral. At any point, Henry can shove his face between my legs and lap at my clit until I orgasm against his tongue. And, whenever the mood strikes me, I can envelop his cock with my mouth, sucking hard and bobbing my head until he shoots cum down my throat. And we have. One of my favorite things now is to suck Henry’s cock as he sleeps, his look of pleasure and confusion as he wakes up mid-orgasm sending prideful thrills up my body.

There’s a sense of danger and excitement in our apartment now. We never know the next time the other person’s tongue or mouth will suddenly be on us, which has made for some tension-filled moments as we each feel the anticipation building, not knowing who is going to strike first. We try to keep our hands off each other during the work day, not always succeeding, but the weekends… well, let’s just say that after a week of teasing and fear and build-up, we don’t get anything productive done.

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