My husband convinced me to start doing “free use”. That means we can have sex at any time, without asking first. My husband then demonstrated it by pulling pants down and start fucking me. It seemed very similar to regular sex, but without the foreplay and without getting in the mood first.

The deal is if my breasts are fondled or I’m being fucked, I should just continue doing what I’m doing and let it happen.

I was skeptical at first, but I agreed to try it out.

A few days later, one of my husbands junior colleagues came by the house when my husband was at work. He had to drop off some papers and I invited him into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and some food.

I would normally have worn some top on apron, but my husband had not told me to expect anyone at the house today, so I was caught unprepared.

“I heard about your free use thing” he said.

“Oh wow, my husband bragged about that, did he?” I laughed. Surprised that he would share that.

“So how does it work?” he asked.

I told that it was also new for me, but I explained as well as I could. “So for example, you could fondle my breasts right now while I cut the vegetables”.

“And then what?” he asked, puzzled.

“And then maybe you get a kick out of that. I guess that’s the point”.

He then shrugged and said he would try it.

“Heh, I kind of like this” he said. “It’s a bit silly, right, though?” I asked. He agreed.

He fondled my breasts for a bit and felt them out while I continued cooking.

When I had to cut vegetables, he followed around behind me, continued fondling.

Then he got a bit bored of it I think.

“And is your husband OK with this?” he wondered.

I reassured him. “Sure, it was his idea. He loves the idea for some reason”

“How … far … could I take this?” he asked while I noticed he had a huge erection under his pants.

“Actually you’re not supposed to ask that question. Just do what you want with my body and I will continue cooking. That’s the deal”

He then pulled my panties down and got his own cock out and started spreading some spit on it for lubrication. Then he started pushing it into my pussy from behind while I continued doing the dishes. My pussy was also contributing a lot of lubrication at this point. So much for no foreplay. Here had been plenty.

I don’t know the rules very well, and wasn’t sure if I was supposed to not enjoy it or something, but I certainly did. This was a good fucker!

But I knew I had to continue what I’m doing. Those are the rules.

So with cock still inside me, I slowly moved to the other counter, where I had to cut some meat.

I couldn’t help but moan with each thrust, even if it might have been against the rules. It was too hard.

I actually tried to prolong cutting the meat a little, but once it was chopped into very tiny pieces, at great peril to my fingers, I didn’t know what to do next. I had to just give in to the fucking.

I orgasmed and orgasmed harder than I can remember for a long time.

And he did too. “I guess I’m also not supposed to ask about doing this” and just when he said “this” I could feel his cock pumping his sperm into my pussy.

“Can I have a glass of water” he said.

“Yes, I’ll be right there” I said and put my apron back and gave him a glass of water.

“So I guess I should get going. See ya”

He left and I finished cooking and put on a show on Paramount+

When my husband came home, I started telling him about what I had experienced today. I told how his coworker had fondled my breasts after we talked about “free use” and before I could explain anything else, my husband said:

“Oh, that’s my mistake, I didn’t explain properly that the free use is only between the two of us, not anyone else. Sorry he did that to you. Did anything else happen?”