TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains a consensual act and boundaries were discussed ahead of time. Don’t spring this on someone without discussing it with them first!
This story contains Consensual Non-Consent.
I don’t know how I came across the concept of Free Use the first time. The kink that someone could just *take* sex from their partner when the desire struck them seemed so hot to me, and the more I checked it out, the more I imagined myself in the scenarios I saw; coming up behind my wife in the kitchen. Walking in on her shower and joining her. Having her seat herself on my face as she played video games…
We went into our experiment with enthusiasm but we hit a wall fairly quickly. Her work schedule is, currently, oppressive. I don’t fault her for that. If anything I encourage it as she pays for her schooling while getting industry-specific experience. That said however, she would be up and out the door each morning just as I awoke and my morning wood began to stir. In the evening she was clearly too tired and, despite having permission to make an approach, it never felt like an appropriate time! Beyond a few morning blowjobs when she had a later start to her day, Free Use remained a pipe dream for now…