Absolute freedom (Reserved for BF)

[Dannyeight]

There was nothing remarkable about the way that Henry and his wife met or fell in love. It was exciting for them, of course, as the heady days of courtship always are, but if it wes to be recounted as a story, it would be not sound particularly out of the ordinary.

There was nothing unusual about their sex life either. Not at first.

He learned to please her in every way she liked, and she showed him that there was more to sex than just 'sex' (however much fun that was), and that desire and anticipation were just as important.

Soon they would have long conversations before their lovemaking, talking dirty and teasing eachother into spilling their desires. She responded to his joking suggestions about her sleeping with other men by subconsciously gyrating her hips, and the conversation anyways became wilder and more animated. She teased him that that was what he truly wanted, and stroked his fat erection as proof of his excitement.

So, it was not really a surprise to either of them when, at a party one night, she took another man by the hand and led him upstairs.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Felicity Harcourt, or Flick to her friends, was high maintenance, by whatever measure you chose to apply. It wasn’t surprising really, she was an only child who’d been spoiled rotten by her wealthy parents and was used to getting her own way.

Of course it helped that she was both reasonably intelligent and good looking too. She looked a bit like Taylor Swift with a great figure and beautiful blonde hair, though with slightly muscular thighs that were a by-product of spending too much time riding horses, which was her passion.

At university she’d been very much a part of the in-crowd but for reasons that remained a mystery to her had failed to meet the man of her dreams. She’d been bedded by most of the eligible men, but although there were some she would have liked to get serious with, they had all wanted to keep it casual. As in all other aspects of her life, Felicity could be both sexually demanding and uncompromising. In truth, most of the men Felicity had been interested in had fairly quickly figured out what she was like, and while they enjoyed fucking her, none of them had wanted to sign up for a life of pandering to her needs.

And so Felicity had gone through Uni making do with casual sex. Quite a lot of it as it turned out.

After Uni along with most of her contemporaries, Felicity moved down to London. Her parents bought her a flat in Fulham and she got a job in a marketing agency through a friend of her father’s. Life was easy. She had no intention of forging a career for herself. That wasn’t what she’d been put on this earth for. And so life was one big party

She’d met Henry in a wine bar when she’d been out with friends one evening. Henry ticked all the boxes for Felicity. He was from the same social class. he had a good job, he was tall dark and handsome, as well as being athletic (he’d rowed for his college at Uni), but most importantly he was easy going to the point of compliance. Henry was not the sort to stand up to her, which was just how Felicity liked it.

At first they’d both enjoyed the sex but after the initial flush of enthusiasm Felicity found herself wanting more. Henry was a very attentive and considerate lover but ironically Felicity found herself missing the sort sex she’d got at Uni. The sort where men had just used her to satisfy their own needs.

She couldn’t remember who had first suggested it but she began to tease Henry with suggestions of her infidelity. Henry had been more than compliant when it came to them talking about other guys fucking her and his enthusiasm for her to explore this bordered on outright encouragement. She found she could torment him with her imagined scenarios. Sometimes she’d tie him to the bed and torment him until he was desperate for relief then she’d play with her toys in front of him imagining she was being taken by another man. She’d tell him how much bigger and better than him her imagined lover was and she’d make him watch as she fucked herself to orgasm while they both imagined someone else doing it to her.

Not surprisingly, it wasn’t long before fantasy became reality. It was only a quickie at a party but it opened both of their worlds to new possibilities.

 

[Dannyeight]

Henry often thought it serendipitous that he had ended up here. He had avoided the sort of relationships that he didn't want, but had never really had the nerve to pursue the sort of relationship that he did. Meeting Felicity Harcourt had been a stroke of luck, and an everlasting source of contentment.

And now he watched her climb the stairs, flashing him a wicked look over her shoulder as she did so.

Flick was beautiful, clever, sociable and funny, but there was something more that attracted him - she was just the right sort of pushy. She wanted things to be done her way, and became irritated when things didn't go to plan. Even sex had to be done her way - usually with her on top, looking down on him with her long blonde hair tousled about her pretty face.

She had an air of entitlement about her that made Henry weak, and it was that, right from the very start, that he found irresistibly alluring. He thought that maybe, just maybe, she might be selfish enough to sleep with other men.

But this was no impulsive wish, born from her compelling character... the seed for this fantasy has been sewn many years ago.

Henry was handsome and popular, and as a member of the esteemed and rowdy University rowing team, never found himself short of casual sex. He dated too, but those girls were clingy and dependent. He wanted something else, he just didn't know what.

Then, one night, he had very casual, very 'no-strings-attached' sex with one of his housemates. She was pretty in a geeky way, but definitely not his type. The drunken agreement was clear - that this would be unconditional and a one-off, but even then Henry knew in his heart of hearts that she wanted more.

She insisted that he rode her bareback, and moaned beneath his muscular body until she came hard. He carried on fucking her until he reached his climax too, and emptied his balls into her with a series of ecstatic convulsions.

In the morning she was clingy, bringing him tea and toast and cuddling up beside him. He made his excuses to leave the house, and the frosty mood when he returned showed that she had got the message.

But that evening she took another man to bed. They fucked in her room - the one next door to his, the headboard banging on the wall and her moans filling his head. She was loud -louder than the night before, and Henry knew all too well that this was deliberate. Suddenly he realised that he was jealous... and that he was horny. He masturbated at the sound of them fucking and came when she did.

They dated for a short while afterwards, but of course she never slept around... and he never had the nerve to ask her to do so. He dumped her only a few weeks later, and masturbated as she fucked other men in revenge.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

The first time was at Henry's company's Christmas party. It had been one of those posh affairs held in the ballroom of a swanky London hotel, to which only favoured employees and important clients got invited. However, not even the lure of an all expenses paid night in a central London hotel, followed by a day's shopping could get Felicity enthusiastic about the prospect of a 'boring' night with Henry's 'dull' colleagues.

She'd told him she didn't want to go but at the same time she knew he had no choice in the matter. To refuse would have been career limiting, if not ending, for Henry. So, grudgingly she agreed but that didn't mean she wasn't going to make things difficult for him.

On the day of the party they checked into their room early, in order to enjoy the spa treatments offered by the hotel’s exclusive spa before getting dressed for the evening. Felicity was still pouting and declined the couples massage when it was offered, choosing instead two private treatments.

When it was time to get ready Felicity surprised Henry with a daring dress that was only just on the side of acceptable.

"Do you like it?" she teased,

Felicity knew how good she looked in the dress. She walked towards him and ran a teasing finger over his crotch before adding

"Well enjoy the view, because that's all you'll be getting tonight. In fact, if you so much as touch me I'll make such a scene that you'll probably lose your precious job over it. Is that understood, darling?"

Over dinner Felicity was the perfect companion to the other guests at their table while maintaining an ice cold indifference towards Henry and anything he said. She also drank quite heavily. When the meal was over, there were the inevitable dull corporate speeches and the afterwards Henry’s boss came over and apologetically asked if he might borrow Henry for a while, as there were some people he needed to meet.

Felicity left the ballroom and made her way to the bar for a drink.

“Let me get this for you,” a somewhat older man in his early forties offered. “What are you drinking?”

“Gin and tonic,” she replied. “Large please.”

The man ordered her drink and one for himself then asked.

“Are you on your own?”

“My boyfriend’s talking to clients.”

“What a fool. If I was him I wouldn’t leave you alone for a moment. Especially in that dress. This company’s got some real scoundrels in it. Obviously your boyfriend’s not heard the stories,” the man chuckled.

“And are you one of the scoundrels?” Felicity asked teasing him. “Or is your wife here to keep you in check?”

“God no,” he replied. “She gave up coming to things like this years ago.

“Lucky woman.

“As to whether I’m a scoundrel. I couldn’t possibly comment. But let’s just say, if we wanted to, the two of us could easily slip away and nobody would ever be any the wiser,” he said traversing a fine line between suggestion and humour.

Felicity looked at the man in front of her. Mathematically he wasn’t quite old enough to have been her father but he wasn’t far off. He had an old-boys rugby playing build about him. Nothing like Henry’s toned physique but still solid, if a little padded around the stomach.

“My room’s on the second floor,” she offered.

“Then lead the way,” he replied.

They climbed the galleried staircase that led out of the ballroom complex and as they did Felicity spotted Henry below talking to a group of men. For a moment their eyes made contact and then she was gone.

The elevator journey seemed to take forever. Felicity and her new companion were the souls of discretion though and it wasn’t until they were safely in her room that things changed. She had no idea what the man’s name was and it seemed like he didn’t need to know hers either.

There was an awkward moment of silence when they were first alone. A moment where common sense tries to intervene and tell you this isn’t a good idea. But Felicity ignored it and falling back on the same tried and tested technique she’d used with the boys at university she dropped to her knees in front of the man, undid his belt, fished his cock out of his pants then began to suck on him

She felt the man’s hand on the back of her head forcing her to take more of his cock into her mouth and at that moment she knew she’d found her calling.