A few days later, I was finally ready for action again and Rick certainly performed that service for me. Making love for hours during the night, we both were exhausted during work the next day. Deciding to give things a rest the next night, we got the kids to bed early then zonked out ourselves. When Rick’s alarm went off early the next morning, I was rested in bed but lay awake listening to him putter around the house making coffee and the usual morning routine as I lay awake waiting for my alarm.

When he came back through the bedroom quietly and closed the bathroom door, the shower started soon afterwards. Grabbing my phone, I turned off my alarm and headed in to join him.

“G’mornin’,” I yawned as I closed the door.

Rick was just stepping into the shower, and I caught a sight of his toned body and his cock hanging delectably between his legs. Long and thick, it hung loose and relaxed from its root atop his drawn-up balls. He caught my lingering stare at his manhood.

“Mornin’ Beautiful.” He stepped under the hot spray and closed the door behind him. “You’re up early. I was trying not to wake you.”

“I slept enough.”

“Kids still asleep?”

“I didn’t check but it’ll be another hour or so before they stir.”

By that time, I was sitting on the toilet emptying my bladder, but my focus was on my husband as his fuzzy silhouette behind the shower’s privacy glass moved seductively as he washed his hair. I was drawn to the bob of his cock as he bathed. We’d taken a few nights off from sex but seeing him naked was arousing me.

“Care to join me then?” Rick offered as I flushed.

“Not exactly romantic,” I laughed as his head turned toward the sound. “But yes.”

Rick opened the shower door while I stripped of the old t-shirt of his I was wearing. I caught a fresh whiff of his scent as I shucked the shirt over my head. It only made me love him more. Seconds later, I was stepping under the hot spray and the needle-like jets woke me up anew before I pressed my body against his.

“Here. Get yourself wet.” He shuffled out of the way until I was fully under the water.

“Who says I’m not?” I teased even as the soothing water invigorated the rest of the way.

His wet flesh was pressed against mine and he felt good, more than good. Leaning against him, I threw my arms up around his neck and held him to me. Rick hugged me close, and we stood together under the water for a minute just enjoying each other with our bare bodies pressed against each other.

“Now—-what were you saying about being wet?”

Slowly, he worked his hand down my body, sending shivers down my spine, until he cupped my sex. Delving a finger inside my slit, he worked it up and down a few times and I spasmed against him as his finger brushed over my clit.

“That’s the spot and yes you are. Very wet actually.”

“Jerk,” I giggled then gasped as he set to work rubbing my clit. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

With my arms clinging to his neck, my husband set out to make me climax standing against him in the shower. His fingers were working magic on my clit as he swirled in a circular motion. He stopped for a beat to explore lower then thrust deep up inside me to stroke my g-spot as I gasped.

“Oh—God,” I sighed into the crook of his neck.

“Do you want me to stop?” Rick teased.

“No.”

“No—who?”

His finger probing up inside me felt incredible as fresh waves of pleasure pulsed through me. It started to feel like I had to pee again, but I knew from experience that I wouldn’t.

“No,” I panted then added, “My Husband.”

“Do you want to come?”

He added a second finger inside me and the two danced against my g-spot making me knees threatened to buckle.

“Yes.”

“Yes—who?”

“Yes, My Husband.” Rick doubled down on his fingers stroking my g-spot. “Oh Gooodddddd—-” The pleasure became intense.

My orgasm built until my entire body was tensed and my breasts were crushed against Rick’s hard chest. My legs were trembling. I was thrusting my hips, grinding my crotch against his palm while he fingered my g-spot. Burying my face into the crook of his neck, I willed myself to stay standing as my orgasm pounded through me. Pleasure coursed through me as the water pattered against the top of my wet hair and I moaned against my husband. Finally, I slumped against Rick as my orgasm subsided and aftershocks pulsed through me.

“Was that good?”

“Yes,” I breathed breathing in his clean musky scent.

He didn’t make me call him My Husband, but I would have. He as exactly that I was his to use and do with as he please. The remnants of my orgasm were still rocking me in throbbing waves.

“That was fun,” he quipped, and I slapped his chest playfully.

“Jerk.”

It felt so good to play with my husband. Since our journey into “Free Use’ had begun, we had opened to each other sexually and also emotionally. It had brought us closer and, on some nights, when we weren’t making love for hours, we lay awake talking and laughing. It felt good to reconnect with him and our relationship was growing again.

“What about you?” I brushed the hair from my eyes and smiled up at my husband.

“Well, I’ve been thinking about something.”

“Tell me.” I bit my lower lip sexily to urge him on.

“Well— the other night when you deep throated me—“

“Go on,” I coaxed.

“You fucked me with your mouth.”

“I did,” I replied with pride remembering how I finished him handsfree just using my mouth and taking him deep into my throat until he came.

“Well—can I turn that around and fuck your mouth—like fuck your throat? Skull? Face?” The confused look on his face was priceless as he struggled for the right term.

A smile spread across my face as I replied, “Anything you wish, My Husband.”

Sliding past him out of the spray, I let the water pelt his back as I slid to my knees in front of him. His cock was already pulsing completely erect from his making me orgasm. A trail of precum hung from the tip and I quickly dipped my head to lap up the sweet salty nectar before slurping his cockhead into my lips. Above me, Rick’s breath caught in his throat as I pleasured him.

Pulling him from my lips, I brushed some water from my eyes as I blinked up at him. “Let me begin out slow. Warm up. I’ll let you know when to go for it.”

“Okay.”

His cock was back in my mouth seconds later and Rick’s hips were pumping as he thrust into my hungry mouth. Eager to pleasure him as he had me, I fellated my husband with zeal as I roamed my hands around to grasp his muscular buttocks. Pulling him deeper into my mouth, I sucked his cock as if it was to be my last meal.

Slowly, I began to take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. When he reached my gag reflex, I guided him with pressure on his ass. Rick’s hands were resting on my head as I fellated him, and I was gradually getting ready for him to fully enter my mouth. Finally, I felt my throat relax.

Cracking my eyes open, I locked them on his as his cock thrust in and out of my mouth. I could feel my lips forming a perfect O around his wonderful girth and as he thrust, I released his backside to reach behind my back with both hands. Grasping them together, I gave my mouth completely to my husband for his use and use it, he did.

Rick’s grip on my head tightened as he thrust deeper and deeper into my mouth. When his balls began slamming against my chin, I was making hollow gagging sounds as his cockhead reached into my throat. While my hands tightened their grip on each other behind my back, I was prideful for what I was able to do for my husband. The pace of his thrusting increased and soon he was slamming his cock into my lips as he was unable to show any restraint.

“I cannot believe this,” Rick moaned as he fucked my mouth.

Mouth fucking. Face fucking. Skull fucking. Every description of what we were doing rattled through my brain as my husband used my mouth for his pleasure.

My arms screamed for relief along with my knees as the tile floor bit into them. My grip on my hands was like a vice. Rick was thrusting uncontrollably, and his abdomen was slamming against my nose while his balls banged my chin. I knew drool was hanging from my chin from the abuse that my lips were taking but was beyond caring. The water from the shower would wash it away. Instead, I timed my breathing to match his thrust until I tasted his salty essence increase.

“Fuck. I’m—I’m coming,” Rick hissed above me, and I prepared myself for the inevitable flood of ejaculate into my mouth. It came seconds later. “Fuck yes!”

A stream of salty spunk exploded into my throat, and I gagged before gulping it down. Digging my fingers into my wrists, I willed myself to stay still as spurt after spurt of his copious load erupted into my throat and coated my tongue.

Relishing the taste of my husband’s seed, I gulped thickly and as he slowed his thrusts, I continued to bob my lips on his cock eager to coax the last drops from him. When his vice-like grip on my head finally loosened, I gave his cock a few more strokes with my lips then leaned back on my heels gasping as I smiled up at him.

“That was fucking incredible.”

“Thanks,” I told him hoarsely. My throat again was on fire from his cock probing into it and I was thankful that his cock wasn’t any longer than it is.

“The view. Your round ass sitting on your heels—your mouth——you took all of me in——I fucked your face—your throat—-what were you doing with your tongue—-my balls were hitting your chin—-holy shit—-“

He wasn’t giving me any room to reply. I giggled at his reaction to what I had done for him as he helped me stiffly up off the floor.

“You’re welcome,” I croaked.

“I just cannot believe it. Can I do that again? I mean—sometime—“

“Anytime you I wish, My Husband,” I told him as I scooted past him to stand under the spray and wash the cum that had escaped my lips and my dripping saliva from my face.

“You’re incredible. I gotta go sit down. My legs are weak and I’m shivering.”

“Cold?” I asked him as he stepped out..

“No. My orgasm was that good.”

“Mmmm—-glad I could be of service. And thank you for making me come,” I told my husband as he stepped out of the shower.

“It’s the least I could do for what you just did to me.”

Washing, I smiled to myself knowing that I had both pleased and surprised Rick. When I headed into the bedroom to dress, I found him lying naked across the bed fast asleep.

“Hey—you better get going,” I told him as I leaned down to kiss him.

“Huh—what—oh shit—I fell back to sleep. Man, I’ve never been this satisfied.”

“Sexually?” I teased him as I pulled a pair of panties and a bra out of the drawer and threw them on the bed.

“Every way,” my husband replied as he hefted himself off the bed to finish getting ready for the day.

“So “free use” is a good thing?” I asked him as he started dressing.

His broad grin told me everything. We both knew that it was.