Used by my husband #6
Her skin bore the faint, faint marks of a week spent in total surrender with a soft flush on her thighs and a deep, lingering ache in her pussy and her rectum that made every slow movement feel incredibly heavy and satisfying.
On her lap sat the three typed pages of the Domestic Free Use Agreement, its edges slightly crinkled from a week of being handled on nightstands, kitchen tables, and bathroom counters.
The door opened, and Luke walked in, carrying two mugs of hot coffee.
He wasn't wearing his executive suit or his crisp white shirts today; he was simply in a comfortable tshirt and grey sweatpants.
But as he looked at her sitting in the center of the bed, the cool, possessive intensity in his dark eyes remained entirely unchanged.
He sat down on the edge of the mattress, handing her a mug before reaching out to rest his large, warm hand firmly on her bare ankle under the covers.
"How are you feeling?" Luke asked, his voice deep, calm, and attentive. The predatory detachment of the workweek had shifted back into the voice of her husband, but the underlying weight of his authority was still there.
Sheila took a slow sip of her coffee, her eyes locking onto his. "I feel completely spent, Luke. My body feels like it doesn't even belong to me anymore." A soft, radiant smile spread across her face. "And I've never been happier in my entire life."
Luke nodded slowly, his thumb tracing the bone of her ankle with a firm pressure.
"It changed things for me, too. Walking into this house knowing that I don't have to navigate boundaries, that I don't have to ask, or check if you're tired. This clears my head completely. Coming home to use your pussy after a brutal day on the trading floor is the only thing that resets my brain."
"I loved hearing you on those calls," Sheila whispered, leaning forward, the duvet slipping down slightly to expose the smooth curve of her chest.
"Knowing that Harold or the London team had no idea you were balls-deep in your wife while negotiating millions of dollars. I felt like a piece of office furniture. I felt completely used."
"You were used," Luke corrected calmly, his grip tightening on her leg just enough to remind her of his strength.
"And when you were fast asleep at three in the morning, and I completely coated the inside of your asshole with my cum without you even opening your eyes... that's a level of trust we've never had before."
Sheila reached down, her trembling fingers touching the signature scrawled at the bottom of the agreement. "The trial week is over today."
Luke took her coffee mug and set it down on the nightstand next to his own. He reached over, taking the papers from her lap, and slowly folded them into a neat square before sliding them back into the drawer.
"We don't need a trial period anymore, Sheila," Luke said, his voice dropping into that low, authoritative octave that instantly made her pussy throb with a fresh, hot drop of wetness.
"This is just how we live now. You're my free use slut. Every room in this house belongs to my cock, and every hour of the day is mine to take."
"Yes, Luke," she whimpered, her knees naturally parting under the blanket as she felt a familiar, burning wave of horniness slam into her lower belly. "Please."
Luke looked down at her, a slow, dominant grin spreading across his face as he noticed the sudden shift in her breathing. He reached into his sweatpants, his thick, heavy cock already rock hard and veiny, pulsing with an immediate afternoon erection that stretched his boxers tight.
"The kitchen is clean, the laundry is done, and we have the whole weekend ahead of us," Luke murmured, his hands roughly grabbing her by the waist and dragging her down until she was flat on her back in the center of the bed.
He pulled the duvet completely off her, exposing her pale, bare body to the warm afternoon light.
He stood over her, his physical presence completely blotting out the rest of the bedroom. He reached down, his long fingers spreading her soaking wet pussy lips wide, observing the way her pink flesh was already glistening and ready to receive him again.
"Let's sign the permanent contract," he hissed.
He didn't use lube, and he didn't ease himself in. He gripped her thighs, pushing them back toward her chest, and drove his thick, heavy shaft straight into her wet, tight pussy in one singular, devastating lunge.
Sheila let out a loud, ringing scream of pure, submissive bliss into the quiet room, her internal walls instantly clamping down around his girth as he buried himself to the hilt.
She held onto his shoulders, her fingers clawing into his back as he established a heavy, relentless rhythm, his pelvis slamming against her backside with a wet, heavy force.
He hammered into her under the bright afternoon sun, completely dominating her body in the afterglow of their agreement.
There were no deadlines, no finance calls, and no routines to interrupt them, just the raw, primal reality of a husband owning his wife, and a woman finding her ultimate freedom in total, absolute surrender.
Curiosity can be dangerous.
Good thing you're already too invested to turn back now.