Slow Boil: Freeuse Stories

“Holy shit, it passed.”

Kerri watched the scrolling text on the screen while sipping her glass of wine. Her husband, Marc, sat beside her, slack jawed. She took another sip. “Of course it did.”

On the television, the news anchors looked astonished as they read off the numbers. Marc leaned forward, as though getting closer to the television might make the information come faster. “It didn’t just pass, though. It was a landslide. Look at that,” he pointed at the television. Kerri thought he looked like a child at a candy store, pointing out all the different chocolate bars with excited glee. “I can’t believe it’s really going to happen.”

Kerri drained the glass. “We’ve talked about this though, right?” Her tone was jagged. She didn’t make eye contact with him as she refilled her glass. When the Freeuse Act made it to the referendum vote, she’d sat him down and talked about it. All the men were excited, of course. She understood it, however queasy it made her feel. For the male half of the population, it was a return to the primal directive. See, want, have. Women of all shapes and sizes available to any man by simple request as ordained by universal vote. Kerri understood the science behind it and the social motivations. She’d read the research, much more thoroughly than her husband, and she’d come to her own opinion on the matter — an opinion that such a freeuse society, even if it came to fruition, would not be for Marc and Kerri. She laid it out for her husband plainly. She would not be signing up for freeuse, and he would not be partaking of any freeuse girls. He’d agreed, but not sincerely. It had been the agreement to table the issue. Why bother starting a fight until the fight was needed? She’d known her husband long enough to see his tactic. But now the fight had arrived. and his response came exactly as predicted.

“Sure, we talked, but that was before it was real. This changes everything. You saw the videos of that trial town. Women start walking around butt naked, sticking their asses up in the air at the first guy they see. You want me to just ignore that?”

“Yes, because you’re my husband,” Kerri answered. The wine made her blood run cold. In her view, Marc got more than enough sex. She kept herself in shape for him and let him roll on top of her twice a week. Once every other month, she’d put on garters and a lace bra for him. That kept him happy enough and kept arguments like the one in progress at bay. “I was serious. Were you not?”

Marc puffed up with gasps of air as though he might swallow down his disbelief. He sighed, long and slow, as the will to fight went out of him. “No, you’re right.”

Kerri didn’t buy it. Marc hadn’t given up the idea. “Let’s be clear. I’m not going to change my mind. I’m not going to see it working and soften on this point. You’re not going to bring home stories of how your coworkers casually fuck some slut to try and normalize it. The instant you touch another woman, we’re done. This will never, ever be part of our lives. Is that clear?” Her words landed liked bludgeons. She could see the hurt on his face, and it warmed her a little. The rest of her gender could vote away their power, but she would be damn sure she kept her husband’s balls in her purse. “I’m going to bed.” She left him sulking on the couch, the television showing scenes of cheer. It was not the end of the argument, she knew. No matter how much she fought to crush his belief that someday under some bizarre set of circumstances she might change her mind, the belief remained. A small ember of hope buried deep in his psyche. This was not the first battle on this front she had waged.

Kerri put her wine down by the bed, grabbed a book and slid under the covers. She grabbed a set of ear pods and soon the sound of the television in the other room was replaced by the soothing chirps and groans of nature noises. The book remained unopened. She focused her attention on the wine first. I wonder if he’s in there jerking off. Just like last time. Pathetic. The last argument had been her first foray into battling her husband’s will. Out of the blue one day, or so she thought, he’d propositioned her about trying anal. The idea repulsed her and she dismissed it right away. But he kept his light under a bushel. He made jokes. He accidentally got caught watching specifically anal porn. Again and again it came up. Until finally, he took his chance, touching her asshole while she was on top of him. Furious, Kerri stopped mid stroke, ordered him out of the room, and withheld sex for a month. She doubted he learned the lesson.

Her head started to ache. The buzz from her wine soured into a dull throb. She drained the rest of the glass and closed her eyes, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Tomorrow will be a shitty day. Followed by more shitty days after that. The world’s going to hell, and I’ll be the only sane one left. She got out of bed long enough to brush her teeth and clean her face. The lights were out, and Kerri was feigning sleep by the time Marc came in from the living room. He made no sound as he undressed and crawled into bed. Kerri resented him anyway.

Marc left before she finished showering the next morning. I’m sure he couldn’t wait to get out there and see the sluts. Kerri dressed and grabbed a granola bar for breakfast before heading to the office. She dreaded seeing her coworkers. She knew at least one of the other hygienists planned to enroll. Felicity earned her reputation as a slut before anyone thought of freeuse, and she couldn’t wait to cut out the middle man of finding another guy to fuck. Kerri guessed that Dr. Brooks would have her covering Felicity’s clients by the end of the week. From the way her coworkers talked, it wouldn’t be long before half the staff traded their careers in for having their legs in the air all day. An all female dentist’s office seemed like a good idea when she took the job.

The first day of the freeuse world did not disappoint. On the short commute, Kerri passed four different women sucking cock and another eight bent over whatever convenient bit of landscaping presented itself. Those were only the preregistrations. Within a week, no one will be able to get anything done. The first shock happened in the waiting room of her office. Her first client, a young man she’d been cleaning for years, had Felicity bent over a chair, his cock sliding in and out of her. They looked up at Kerri sheepishly, but both offered a cheerful good morning. Kerri made no attempt to hide her horror. She strode away, heading straight for Dr. Brooks’s office. The door stood open, and Dr. Brooks sat at her computer.

“Beth, have you seen what’s going on in the lobby?” Kerri demanded.

“What? Oh, Felicity. Yes, I know. I gave them permission.” Beth Brooks didn’t look up from her computer.

“You…what? Why? That’s obscene.”

“Not anymore, Kerri. We’ve been through this. Did you not read the research?”

Kerri’s mind scrambled to recall. Dr. Brooks handed her things to read constantly. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

Beth swiveled in her chair to look through the massive stacks of folders behind her. She plucked one out and handed it over to Kerri. “Data shows that freeuse waiting rooms decrease patient anxiety by seventy percent. Leads to an increased retention for biannual cleanings, healthier teeth, and healthier patients. Besides, if we didn’t allow it in the room, they’d be in the hallway.”

Mouth agape, Kerri protested, “Felicity is out there fucking my patient!”

Beth looked up. “That’s what the world is now. Best get used to it.”

Ten minutes later, Kerri called the young man back. He was still stuffing his cock back in his pants, and Felicity was wiping cum off her ass. During the young man’s cleaning, her hand slipped twice, grating the hook against his gums. Such things tended to happen, after all.

The rest of the day went by in a similar fashion. Almost every man who came through the door got the chance to fuck Felicity. She took each cock like a cooing, cum drunk slut. Somehow she managed to meet all her patients as well, though Kerri saw her give one client a happy ending. Dr. Brooks didn’t object. The laissez faire attitude of the other women infuriated Kerri. When she didn’t have a cock in her mouth, Felicity spent her time extolling the benefits of enrollment. The other women, who had been apprehensive about the program before the vote, listened with new interest. The receptionist left at lunch to go enroll. The other two assistants wanted to talk with their husbands first, but Kerri knew the answers their husbands would give. A thin line existed for married couples. If the woman crossed it, that meant the man could charge over it and beyond. Their husbands weren't about to let them go out and get fucked all day unless they could spend all day fucking whomever they liked as well. It was so basically animal.

Kerri returned home, relieved to be out of the madness. She’d thought little of Marc through the day, but had no doubts that he, at least, wouldn’t have slept around. When he arrived home, she had dinner ready. “How was your day, hon?” she asked, putting plates on the table.

Marc shrugged. “Not a lot getting done out there. Half our staff didn’t turn up today. Boss was in a tizzy about what to do. Everything’s up in the air at the moment. I’m not sure everyone thought through what this would do to businesses short term. I guess someone did, but seems like we’re playing with fire. We might have to replace thirty percent of our staff because of their enrollment. How about you?”

“Oh, my day was horrid. I told you Felicity signed up. She spent all day fucking our clients. The other girls might sign up by tomorrow.”

Marc’s worries bled out of his face as a small smile appeared on his lips. “Felicity, huh? Wow.”

Kerri scowled.

A month passed. Things became worse. Or better, depending on who you asked. One by one, the women of Dr. Brooks’s office signed up. Two weeks after the vote, only Kerri and Dr. Brooks herself were still not enrolled. Other, much broader changes began as well. With amazing speed and determination, other laws were written. The government legalized nudity. They redefined lewd public acts to allow for public sex. They allocated more money for enrollment as the program’s success hit its first mile marker, meant to be reached after two years, in three days. But it wasn’t just the laws. The people changed, too. At first, Kerri thought it was all an act. Felicity showed the symptoms first since she began before the others. All Kerri’s former coworker could talk about was sex. When she wasn’t talking about it, she was clearly thinking about it. As the train of men slowed down, Felicity played with herself instead. When the other girls in the office caught up to her sex-drunk state, they joined in to pleasure one another. Dr. Brooks objected at first, but it became apparent that Felicity was useless unless she got fucked by something every hour.

In the third week, talking heads came up with a name for it, Freeuse Fever. They trotted out a series of scientists who rambled on about things like pheromones and sexual appetites and natural selection. Kerri listened to it all with rapt attention because she was terrified it was contagious. The leading theory said that the sudden increase in sexual activity among the population contributed to heightened hormonal levels which in turn increased sexual appetite. Cutting away the social stigma of sex freed up so much repressed sexual desire that the world had started feeding off of it. Televisions went to airing blatant pornography because no one wanted to watch anything else. Restaurants advertised their waitresses for a free fuck with a meal. All of it drove Kerri insane.

She watched Marc like a hawk, knowing he would slip up. She expected to find out he was fucking someone at work. She even called to check on him twice a week, but no one would admit he’d done anything illicit. As far as she could find out, her husband remained completely loyal to her. Not that she rewarded him for it. Since their initial squabble, she’d not initiated sex with him at all. At first, it was punishment for thinking of straying, but over the weeks it festered into a resentment. He sulked for a while, but as the rest of the world devolved into a sexual frenzy, Marc grew more confident in himself. He kissed Kerri on the cheek in the morning. He had cheerful conversations with her throughout the day. And, at night, he would sleep with his arm draped over her like he’d done when they started dating. By every measure, he seemed to be as in love with her as always, despite her horrendous behavior. Kerri knew better though. She tolerated his act, knowing he still had that kernel of hope she would give in.

On the Monday of the fourth week after the vote, Kerri overslept. Marc gently woke her with a kiss and a quick goodbye, leaving her alone in the apartment. Flustered, she scrambled to get ready. When she finished her shower, she wondered why she bothered to hurry. The office was in disarray as Dr. Brooks attempted to corral an office full of sex drunk women. Appointments weren’t being kept. Patients that did bother coming in wanted to have Felicity or one of the other hygienists instead. Kerri didn’t understand why having a naked woman clean your teeth was better than one in clothes, but the world disagreed with her. She developed the suspicion that people didn’t trust her very much because she wasn’t freeuse.

Kerri considered this for the thousandth time while standing in front of the mirror. She let her towel drop away and looked at her own naked body. The other women had changed physically as well. Their breasts had grown slightly larger. At first she thought they’d all managed to get pregnant, but the enrollment prevented conception unless specified as a breeder. Her own body looked as lithe as ever. Her apple sized breasts stood out proudly, topped with her rosy nipples. I bet all those men would throw Felicity to the curb if they could have me instead. She imagined straddling a stranger’s cock in her exam room, riding him until he came. Her hand slid down the front of her smooth body, lightly touching her skin until she reached her lower lips. She snapped out of it with a jerk. No. Can’t think about that stuff. It’s dangerous. It wasn’t the first time she’d daydreamed about being a freeuse woman. It didn’t help that all the sex kept her wet throughout the day. The pills they gave the enrolled girls put them in a near constant state of arousal and, freeuse fever or not, the lust was infectious.

She finished getting dressed and headed to work. When she arrived, the waiting room was empty, and the sign on the door said closed. She let herself in and made her way to the back. Dr. Brooks sat in her office like always, but this time she was naked and between her thighs was the eager tongue of her number one employee, Felicity. “Jesus, Beth!”

“Oh, good morning, Kerri!” the doctor answered cheerfully. Felicity tried to look up, but Beth pushed her head back between her thighs. Kerri could see her former coworker’s tongue working quickly in tandem with her fingers. “I have some big news. I enrolled last night.”

“Beth…no, you’re a dentist for god’s sake, why would you need to?” As distracting as having a conversation with someone receiving oral sex might have been two months before, Kerri passed the shock of it almost instantly.

“Need to? Of course not. I wanted to. I kept hoping you’d come around as well. You see, I didn’t want to fire anyone, but I also don’t want to keep the practice open any more. I’m keeping the space though. Going to convert it into one of those new massage parlors that are popping up everywhere. I’ll be keeping all the girls on, of course. You’re welcome to stay as well, if you ever enroll.”

Kerri didn’t respond. Two things waged in her mind. First, rage at being betrayed. How could her only ally have been plotting against her the whole time? Dr. Brooks was supposed to be rational and career driven. Seeing her willingly sign on to become just another slut waiting to take the cock of every man who noticed her filled Kerri with pure anger. Second, the twinge in her core that she recognized as pure, unmitigated lust. It had been building for weeks and seeing her mentor and friend finally allowing the sexual fervor to embrace her was the last straw. Kerri wanted to get fucked, hard and rough. Or have Felicity’s tongue shoved in her snatch. At least that would show a last measure of dominance over that bimbo brained slut. The two conflicting emotions left Kerri speechless. She stormed out of the office.

She made it as far as the parking lot before she saw someone else having sex. A naked ass and pussy pressed against the glass of the passenger side window in a SUV parked beside Kerri’s car. In the driver’s seat, a handsome young man watched with delight as a brunette’s mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. Kerri knew she should be angry and repulsed, but she found her own mouth watering. It was a mistake to starve myself of sex. This frustration all could have been taken out on Marc. She got into her car and cranked the engine to drive away, but stopped. For a few seconds, she debated with herself, battling the part of her clinging to her old self, not wanting to admit how much she too had changed over the month. Losing her battle, she pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panties.

She still had a good view of the other woman’s ass wiggling in the window. It wasn’t a man’s cock or even the sight of people fucking, but it was some form of sex and that would do. Kerri spread her legs and let her fingers slide down between her thighs. Her pussy was sopping wet, having been in a constant state of arousal since that morning. She moaned as her fingers slipped inside her. Her palm rubbed her clit as she pictured the man’s cock and imagined her lips wrapped around it. After a few minutes, she screamed with pleasure as her pussy clamped down on her invading fingers. I’ve never cum so easily before.

Horror filled her as her lust faded. She yanked down her skirt. Someone could see me and think I’m enrolled. That’d cause all sorts of problems. She smoothed out the skirt, grabbed her phone, and called Marc. He answered immediately, “Hey hon, make it to work on time?”

“Yes, but, well Beth is closing down the practice.”

“What? Why?”

“She’s enrolling,” even this factual admission pained her.

“Oh. I see. Well, it’ll be ok. I’m sure you can find another job. Tons of women have quit.” He responded with the same calm patience he’d been using for the past month. It infuriated her.

“How are you doing it? How are you staying normal through this? I just masturbated in the car because I was too horny to drive! What the fuck is happening to me?”

Marc didn’t answer for a while. “Kerri, you’re trying so hard to resist something that it’s making you crazy. How do I do it? I jerk off a lot since you seem to not want to have sex. So hey, at least we have that in common now.”

She ended the call. Tears threatened to stream down her face. How can I have been such a monster? What the fuck have I been fighting against? Everyone else is so happy and so fucking content all the goddamn time and I’m forcing myself to be miserable. My stupid husband keeps loving me for what? I’ve treated him like shit. I’ve treated him like a dog, kicking him in the balls for wanting to hump the fucking couch cushions. Her phone buzzed in her hand. Marc was calling her back. She answered, “Hey, sorry. It’s been an emotional morning.”

“That’s ok, I was worried. Do you need me to come get you or anything?”

“No, I’m going to head home. I think I just needed to get it out of my system.”

They talked for a while longer and ended with “I love you.” When Marc was off the phone, she pulled up her search and found the nearest enrollment site.

“Honey, I’m home,” Marc called.

Kerri’s heart thumped in her chest. She got off the bed and walked into the living room. Marc was loosening his tie as she entered. His jaw dropped. “I have something to tell you,” she said. Kerri stood in front of him completely naked. Light shined between the gap in her thighs, illuminating the wetness of her slit. Her face was flushed, and she looked as beautiful as ever. “I enrolled.”

Marc’s mouth hung open as he processed the news. “You…you did?”

“After we talked this morning, I went to the clinic and got everything signed up. It was easy. They gave me a new set of pills I started at lunch. I am officially a freeuse girl.”

“But, why?” Marc continued to undress, no longer sounding surprised. Kerri could sense his arousal and see the evidence herself as the bulge in his slacks grew.

“I realized how awful I was being. I don’t know when it started really or why, but I resisted this change so much that it turned me into a frigid, bitter woman. I don’t know why you put up with me. That wasn’t who you married.”

Marc shrugged as he walked over to her. He brought her into his arms, pressing her naked body against him and kissing her forehead. “I put up with you because I love you. I think you’ve been so obsessed with the freeuse stuff that you’ve forgotten everything else we do together. All the late nights we’ve stayed up talking, the quiet moments in each other’s arms watching television. I married you for that stuff, not for the sex. The sex is just a benefit.”

“But I wasn’t even willing to have sex with you. It’s been a month!”

“I could tell this was hard for you. I was ready to talk about it whenever you were, but you had to get there yourself. Besides, I never gave up hope that you’d come around to this in the end. It happened a lot faster than I thought, really. Figured it’d be another month at least. Same thing happened in the test communities though, you remember? Women who didn’t sign up initially eventually found themselves desperate for attention. Same thing has been happening nationwide. Freeuse fever and whatnot.”

He knew all along. He was just patient. The bastard. Anger flared in her again, but dissipated quickly. Not stopping to fuck the first man she saw on the way home took more willpower than she’d expected. Kerri had no intention of starting a fight with her husband before he fucked her. “So you’re not disappointed I signed up?”

“Of course not, come to the bedroom,” Marc said. He didn’t wait for her, but walked straight back through the hallway, stepping out of his clothes along the way. Kerri followed, feeling a quiver of pleasure for being obedient. Marc didn’t stop at the bed, but headed to the bathroom. “Get on the bed, on all fours.” His commanding voice excited her. For the first time in years, he sounded like the confident man she’d married. Kerri climbed on the bed, sticking her ass in the air and assuming the position like a good freeuse slut. She hummed with delight as she imagined spending all day like this. On the weekends, she could lounge around naked waiting for Marc’s cock to unexpectedly slide into her pussy. Sometimes it would be annoying, like when she was reading, but that wouldn’t make it feel less amazing. Marc returned from the bathroom naked, his cock sticking out from him fully erect. In his hands, he held a bottle of lube.

“Oh, you won’t need that. My pussy has been dripping waiting for you to get home.” She rocked her hips up and down to emphasize her point as she looked back at him.

“Not for your pussy. I’m going to fuck your ass.”

Her heart sunk. “What? No, we’ve talked about that, Marc.”

Marc grinned as he squirted lube into his hand. He rubbed it over his finger. “You’re a freeuse girl. That means your holes, all three of them, are up for grabs. I’ve been patient and understanding, but that doesn’t change the fact that you were a massive bitch for the past month. So, as a punishment for that and a reward for becoming freeuse, I’m going to stick my cock in your ass and fuck you until I fill your ass with cum.” One hand grabbed her ass cheek, and the lubed finger pushed against her back entrance.

Kerri was mortified, but she’d never been more turned on. How could he do this to me? He’s right though. I can’t tell him no. I don’t even want to tell him no. Oh, fuck. Marc’s finger pushed harder, slipping further into her as her muscles relaxed. He coated her hole with the lube thoroughly before pulling her finger back out. She could feel her asshole pulsing, throbbing with need to be filled again. “Ok, fine. Fuck my ass, if that’s what you want. Treat your wife like a whore.” Marc coated his cock in lube until it glistened. He moved closer behind her, and she felt a dull pressure on her ass once again.

“My wife is a slut now, right? A slut that’s going to let me fuck her ass any time I want. A slut that’s going to wake me up in the morning with her mouth on my cock. A slut that’s going to take a shower with me so I can drain my balls in her cunt before going to work. A slut that’s going to go out during the day to let other men fuck her. A slut that’s going to find fresh pussy for me to fuck and bring it home. Shit, we might even get a breeder to keep around the house. I can alternate fucking you and her while she grows our baby for us.” He pushed forward, and Kerri let out a whimper. His cock had slipped inside her easily, and her asshole clenched around the invading cock. “You’re going to be a good slut, aren’t you, Kerri?”

“Yes, I’ll be a good slut,” she moaned. “But you may have to spank me sometimes, if I’m bad.” Her taunt was met by an immediate swat to her ass. Marc moved slowly in and out of her, groaning with pleasure after each stroke. What had started as a dull feeling for Kerri had quickly become a full sensation of pleasure. Her hand moved down to play with her pussy. We’re going to need to buy a dildo or find someone else to fuck me at the same time. As Marc built up speed, the pleasure grew for Kerri as well. I was so fucking wrong. “Fuck me Marc, fuck my ass!” He shoved all the way inside her with a groan. His cock twitched as her asshole squeezed down on him. She felt her ass flood with his cum as he held her still.

“That’s a good start,” Marc said. He pulled his cock from her ass, letting cum ooze from her stretched asshole. “We’ll need to go a few more times tonight to break it in.”

“Should I start calling you master since you’re ordering me around so much?” Kerri asked. She laid down on the bed, wiggling her ass at him as his cum started to run down between her legs.

“Can’t hurt,” Marc answered.

“Kerri, your husband is in three,” Felicity said before shoving the man’s cock back in her mouth.

Kerri smiled dreamily. She’d finished her lunch and was excited to see Marc. The past week had been heavenly. All of her hesitations about freeuse seemed like a bad dream she could barely remember. She made her way down the hall to the refurbished rooms and went in the third door. “Hey hon, can I join?”

Marc had Dr. Brooks bent over the table, his cock stuffed in her ass. Apparently, Marc’s affinity for asses was not limited to her own. “Sure, her mouth is free.” Kerri paused to give her husband a kiss while squeezing her boss’s ass. She moved to the other end of the table and climbed up, spreading her legs to allow Beth free access to her pussy. The former dentist smile before wrapping her hands around Kerri’s thighs and bringing her juicy pussy to her mouth. “Oh, by the way, Felicity is signing up to be a breeder. What do you think about using her for our first?”

“Actually, I was talking to her about that over lunch. I could take the breeder stuff myself. Don’t you want to feel what it’s like to fuck me while I have a big pregnant belly. Of course that would mean that your cum would have to go only in my pussy for a while.”

Marc didn’t answer, but leaned forward and met her for a kiss. Beth paused her licking, “Aw, you guys would make such pretty babies. If you decide to be a breeder, I can come stay with you guys so Marc can still fuck someone’s ass. His cock is so nice and thick. You were a lucky woman before you decided to share, Kerri.”

Kerri pushed her bosses head back down to her pussy. “I know.”