Relaxing and getting a message from George

As Abbey settled into the bath, she couldn’t help but feel horny; she was quickly becoming a true slut wife. Yesterday fucking two men she didn’t know, and today spreading her legs for the elderly neighbour across the road.

Not to mention the fact that George was suggesting she should fuck his father. She sank down into the water and reached up to tease her breasts. It felt nice, Abbey always enjoyed breast play during and post orgasm.

Her nipples were hard and sensitive as she squeezed her breasts. She moaned quietly, wondering where this was all going. As she wondered, she bit her lip, George hadn’t given her a pill today. She thought for a moment; it would take time for her to be at risk of getting pregnant, but the idea that she was kind of at risk turned her on more.

Suddenly her phone buzzed. She hesitated a moment, struggling between wanting to continue to please herself and her curiosity as to what was going on. Her curiosity won. She wiped her hands on the nearby towel and grabbed her phone.

‘Nick is wondering if you are a free-use slut?’ the message from George said.

She moaned and quickly googled it and found a Reddit thread asking for help on how to become a Free Use Slut. She quickly read through the thread, getting hornier as she went. It was similar to what they had discussed but more ****. Instead of saying yes to anyone who showed interest, a Free Use Slut, wouldn’t even have to be asked for consent. Anyone could freely grope them, fuck them, push them to the ground and use their mouth anywhere, anytime. A common symbol of a Free Use Slut was a keyhole symbol on a piece of clothing or jewellery.

‘Do you like that idea? That anyone, anywhere, can have me however they like?’ she sent back to George.

‘If we go down that path, the first thing I’m doing tonight is fucking your arse.’ Came his message.

Abbey moaned before typing, ‘I thought the idea of a Free Use Slut was that you didn’t have to ask or even tell me in advance.’

She reached one hand back to her breasts, moaning again before the response came. ‘True, but you haven’t said yes to being a FUS yet.’ He replied.

She hesitated, ‘You really want me to say yes?’ she replied after a few more minutes.

‘Yes.’ Was all he sent back.

She hesitated again, thinking about where this would lead; the fact that Nick, her brother-in-law, was asking suggested he was interested. She also didn’t know what that would mean when she went out.

‘Then you should buy me some keyhole things to wear. Like a shirt, an anklet, a necklace.’

It only took a moment for him to send back a link; following it she saw a pendant. It was gold and looked like an old lock; at the top of the keyhole, in fine letters, was engraved the word free, and underneath was the word use. She flicked through the pictures to see that there was a little dial, which could change what appeared in the lock itself. There was black, a little picture of a sperm cell and the words ‘use me’.

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