Free Use Experiment Ch. 13

Noel, the Baptist virgin, has met a like-minded soul in what he considers to be a breeding ground of depravity during a 'free-use' sexperiment.

Conversations between Noel and Victoria are in Spanish but written in English for ease of understanding.

Waking up on the experiment's penultimate day, Noel smiled happily. Despite what had been a brilliant evening, he awoke alone in his bed, not that this bothered him too much as he knew that next door, in the suite's spare room, Victoria was sleeping. The very woman he knew he wanted to marry.

Last night had been a date night initialised by Noel who had convinced Victoria that, with him about no one was going to bother her, not just because that due to the rules of the experiment he could literally say 'no' and that would be that, but his tall, bulky frame was likely to put off anyone who wasn't interested in finding out what was in his trousers. This was also unlikely as in the five days of the experiment, his strict Christian upbringing and commitment to chastity had spread around the female competitors so, knowing he had no interest in fucking anyone, they left him alone. It's fair to say that their opinions might have shifted had they seen the gigantic erection that he woke up with, and even more surprised if they ever discovered what had occurred last night.

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Dinner had gone well, although as Victoria only spoke Portuguese and Spanish, Noel had spoken and translated in the latter for most of their meal. Wanting to see a film, they had made an impromptu visit to the theatre to watch a film on the large screen, although the staff had been forced to delay them for about thirty minutes.

This was necessary not only to replace the porn that had been showing for the last few days, but to also remove the ever-present gang of women enjoying the orgy that had quickly developed in the seats, the aisles and especially on the stage. Even as they left, still naked and eager, the two innocent souls were kept well away from the debauchery, with Clara needing to physically push two over-keen lovers into the lift, one of them keening softly as their partners fingers explored their cunt.

The quick cleaning of the theatre couldn't remove the stink of sex, but the hotel staff at least made sure the seats Noel and Victoria sat in were unstained, and the floor was clean around them. Someone had even fixed them popcorn and coke, which Victoria had enjoyed immensely before, to Noel's enjoyment, cuddling up to him as the Spanish dub of 'Singin' in the rain' played in the background, Gene Kelly swinging around a lamppost at the same time that, unaccustomed to the touch of a woman, Noel created his own lamppost in his trousers.

Being unaware of Noel's excitement, the date had led Victoria to feeling flattered that a man like Noel, clearly experienced and so confident, would show so much interest in her. He'd even kissed her on the cheek, and she'd let him! In fact, she'd desperately wanted another and had practically thrown herself at him, as if she were nothing but a harlot.

When the date was nearing its end, Victoria assured herself that her growing attachment to Noel was purely down to her safety rather than any wanton need for the physical and romantic activity that she had enjoyed so much. So, playing the weak kitten, she had convinced Noel that the only way she would feel safe was if she was in the same suite as him. Not the same room, no, as an avowed Catholic that would clearly be too far and would undoubtedly lead to sinning, but next door? That would be perfectly acceptable.

Watching as Noel had easily carried her heavy suitcase into the spare room of his suite, she had, like a wanton woman, kissed him on the lips before wishing him a goodnight. Closing the door, she had leant against it and sighed, as she had seen in countless films when the love interest had fallen head over heels for the dashing young man. Feeling flushed and sure that her seat in the theatre had been wet, she decided to take a shower before changing into her nightgown. Although all of her nightgowns were fairly similar, she chose the one that appeared to be the most figure-hugging, as well as going heavy on the lace aspect, just for when she would see Noel in the morning for breakfast. Well, she might be a virgin, but that didn't mean she couldn't flirt a little.

With all her thoughts focused on her date as she headed into the shower completely nude, she couldn't help but feel a bit excited about what might happen next. Her body tingling, she couldn't resist as a hand began to slip between her legs. This wouldn't be the first time that she'd sinned, but this was the first time in her life, she gasped as she slipped a finger into her tight, wet hole, that she didn't feel guilty as she did so.

Too pumped from the date, Noel had a similar thought process to Victoria and was in the shower, yet unlike Victoria this was merely an excuse to rub one out, both of his hands covered in soap as he pumped his large erection, his mind filled with thoughts of the beautiful woman who was only feet away.

Except, the sound of the running water couldn't cover the loud 'thump' that came from next door. Stopping what he was doing, Noel looked in the direction of the noise to realise that it was from Victoria's room. Was she okay?

Turning off the shower, Noel quickly grabbed a towel and dried himself as best he could before hurrying before the door to the guest room.

"Victoria," he called out, his deep bass voice close to quivering in concern, "are you okay?"

Not hearing an answer, he took a deep breath, and with his eyes closed tightly, opened the door, worried but also excited that he would see the woman he adored lying on her bed. Clothed or naked, he wanted it too much, so he kept his eyes closed as he called again.

"Victoria!" Are you okay?"

This time, he was sure he could hear her voice from the en-suite bathroom, yet due to the noise of the shower, he couldn't make anything out. It was like she was making a noise, as if in pain.

Getting close to the door he opened it a fraction; steam came pouring out as it escaped.

"Victoria?"

"Noel!" She replied, her silky-smooth voice highly pitched but faint. "Oh Noel!"

"I'm going to come in," he called, taking a gown off the back of the bathroom door. "Do you want me to come in?"

"Yes Noel!" She called again, almost wisp-like, "come! Please come!"

Covered in just a towel that barely covered his growing erection, he held the gown in front of him like a shield, expecting to see Victoria having fallen over and needing assistance. What he hadn't expected was to see Victoria sitting down on the shower floor as she plunged three fingers between her legs, the other hand twisting a large nipple.

His mind blown, he could only watch as the object of his fantasies lay there calling out his name as she touched herself.

"Oh, Noel," she called again, her eyes closed, unaware that the object of her lust stood before her, his erection now tenting the towel that was attempting to cover her frame. Whereas Noel had imagined how she looked naked, he hadn't quite anticipated quite how stunning she was.

To go with her height, she was more 'thick' than most of the petite things he saw around the place, but she retained a femininity that surprised him, the shape of her body hourglass, more due to the largeness of her breasts and buttocks than any slimness within her waist which, as she was bent forward on the floor had a small roll. Her skin was lightly olive coloured, although as her body began to shake, his mind blanked out from overload.

His hand had moved automatically to his length, dropping the robe on the floor as he focused upon his pleasure, yet as she seemed to stop breathing, her body contorting in ecstasy he felt shivers running through his own body as she gasped his name once more.

"Noel..." slumping on the floor, her expression was one of intense pleasure and, without a shadow of a doubt, happiness. It was as she opened her eyes that she jumped.

"Oh, Noel!" She gasped, "I didn't, I don't know what you, I wanted to..."

Noels brain was on fire, his groin in a similar position, as a small voice in the back of the mind spoke to him.

'You can walk away,' it whispered, 'and you'll never know, or you can kiss her and see what happens.'

With that in mind, he took a step forward and offered Victoria a hand to help her stand.

Sitting there, dripping with water and lust, Victoria's eyes started on Noels before, unable to help themselves, they dragged several feet lower.

"Oh..." she gasped again, unable to take eyes off of it, "I thought that was another arm."

Grinning, he stood there waiting for her to make her move. Her eyes both focused upon his third leg, or arm, before finally breaking contact with it. Reaching out her arm for his, she found herself pulled up easily by his large frame, to the point she could not stop herself from falling against him. Her breasts pressed against him, she could see his lips close to her, moving ever closer...

Responding keenly, she eagerly pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck, their bodies finally pressed against the other naked and wanton, yet no longer caring. That was until Victoria began to press her body against Noel's too hard.

"Oh fuck," he gasped, desperately breaking lip contact, "I can't..."

Without realising it, Noels sizeable length had pressed against her stomach and her keen movements had proven too much for him, especially due to his prior sensitivity from his aborted wank. He held it now, fingers pressed against his fat bellend, desperate to stop it, but his companion seemed to have other ideas.

"Let it go..." she whispered in his ear while she wrapped a hand around most of him, "enjoy it."

Her voice like chocolate in his ear he did just that, the water pouring off their bodies they stared as Noel's impressive length jerked and shook as, finally free, he came hard, releasing a load onto the wall of the shower, Victorias' hand gently moved back and forth, although she could not grip his entire length with just the one hand.

As Noel finished, a low moan in his throat, his lover smiled.

"I think," she laughed gently, "we both need a shower again. Perhaps," she went bright red as she spoke, but persevered, "you could stay?"

"I thought you'd fallen," he explained a bit late but feeling he needed to, "I heard a thump..."

"I understand," she pulled him towards her with both hands, kissing him silent, "and it is okay. But seeing as we're already here, I would like to hold you for a bit longer."

That was how they stayed for a good ten minutes, only turning off the water because the water began to run cold.

Noel had admitted to Victoria that during his own shower he'd also been... touching himself, and neither felt like they'd done anything wrong.

They had dried together before entering Victoria's bedroom together, but neither of them dressed, instead sitting on the end of the bed in the nude where they merely held hands and kissed.

They agreed that this had merely been Noel being protective after hearing Victoria sinking to the floor, which had ended in both of them climaxing, but as no sex had occurred both remained virgins and were happy to keep it as that. For now.

With that in mind Noel had returned to his room, to sleep, although he couldn't get her out of his mind much as she couldn't, and they both went to sleep smiling.

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Having now awoken, Noel had been determined to spoil Victoria so after making a brief phone call, he rushed his morning ablutions before heading into the lounge/kitchen to make her breakfast in bed. What he hadn't expected was that she had beaten him to it.

"Good morning," she smiled widely, turning to face him as she finished plating a sandwich, "I have made you breakfast."

Walking up to the stunning woman who wore quite a sexy nightie, he kissed her softly on the lips.

"There was no need for this, y'know," Noel murmured, "seeing as I was gonna make you breakfast."

Smiling, Victoria was sat on one of the barstools where she gestured for Noel to sit next to her.

"Then you should have been up earlier. Anyway, while you eat I have questions."

Nodding along, Noel took the first bite of his sandwich. Fucking hell! Sausages, bacon, eggs and mushrooms, with three slices of bread! She must have been proper listening during their conversation last night, as that how his Ma had always made his sandwiches since he'd been young.

As Noel ate his sandwich, Victoria asked a variety of questions, including but not limited to, did Noel have any health issues in the family, average life expectancy, job prospects, did he want kids...

"Yeah," he nodded, "I s'pose I have. I just ain't been with a woman, which I think is an important part of it. This is so good by the way," he gestured at what remained of his sandwich, "but I was thinking no more than two. Boy and a girl if it can be helped."

"Okay," Victoria nodded, seemingly happy with his answers, "and assuming you want to know..." she then listed off her answers to her own questions before finishing with, "and I also think two children is a good amount. Maybe if I wasn't such an old maid I would consider more, but I am too old..."

"Hold on," Noel swallowed his last bite, "you're about twenty-six, aren't ya? That's not old, I'm hitting forty."

"I am thirty-two," Victoria admitted, causing Noel to gasp in surprise.

"Nah you're not!" He insisted, "you don't look thirty at all!"

Shrugging, Victoria tried to hide a small smile.

"Must be the Brazilian sun. Anyway," she put a hand on his shoulder, "now you have answered the questions, I have a proposition for you."

"You want us to get married."

Looking at Noel blankly, it was clear she was flummoxed.

"I am flummoxed!" She declared, looking at her tall companion, "How did you know I was going to ask?"

"Hereditary illnesses, plans for children, etc, it's not hard to figure it out. Anyway, you're too late."

"Too late? You are already married?"

"Nope," he smiled, "but I've already made the call to Damian. He should be making the arrangements now."

As if planned by some all-powerful creator who decides these things, a knock came on the door.

"Come in," Noel called out in English while Victoria remained confused. To add to her confusion, Graham and Georgia walked through the door, Damian close behind them.

"My lad!" Damian called happily, "it's all arranged. The church owes me a favour you see, so while they don't usually fast-track these things they've been kind enough to make an exception. Better than me going to the papers about the thing with the... well, it doesn't matter, so there we have it! Now Victoria, Georgia here," he pointed out the curvy woman who was looking confused but also pleased to be involved, "will be able to help you with what you need."

Leaning over, Graham whispered something in Damian's ear. "Oh, right, yes, the language barrier. Right, Georgia, update her will you?"

"I told you I knew conversational Spanish," she whispered back, "I thought you were going to get Clara to help!"

"They want you to go with Georgia to get ready for our wedding," Noel told his wife-to-be while the others were bickering, "and they're going to pick up a Spanish speaker on the way."

"Our, our wedding?" She continued to look at him as if he'd gone mad. "But, how did you know? What if I'd not said anything and Damian just turned up out of the blue?"

"I had a pretty good idea," Noel grinned, "and seeing as you can't speak English, I'd have shooed them away and told you they'd made a mistake. Oh," he added nonchalantly, "as a honeymoon present, Damian has booked us two extra weeks in a villa in the countryside, where we can relax, make love and sort out visa's for whichever one of us is moving to whoever's country."

As Georgia began to bustle Victoria away using her vague grasp of Spanish, Victoria shook her head in abject bemusement.

"You are an amazing man Noel," she laughed, "I can't wait to be your wife."

"Vamos señora, debemos irnos," Georgia spoke haltingly as they walked out the door, while Graham and Damian eyed the groom up mischievously.

"I can't believe that, as your de facto best man," Graham chuckled. "I don't get to plan a stag do for you. Not," he admitted, "it could get much more debauched than staying in a hotel where the beer and women are completely free."

"I know a wise old English man once said that you can't hurry love," Damian interjected, "but we've got until one pm to organise you a suit, sort your vows, pick rings and organise a wedding certificate. It was a lot of work, so you were wise to speak to Mercedes rather than me directly, as I might have told you to watch our budget, but here we are! So Noel, get dressed and let's get going."

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The morning went in a blur for Noel. Where he might have made the decision to get married, it still meant organising, so by twelve fifty-five as the limousine pulled up outside of the Guardian Angel Cathedral, a modern triangular Catholic building, Noel was beginning to worry that he'd rushed Victoria into things.

"What if she changes her mind?" He asked Graham, who walked beside him into the building, "What if she regrets it? Good afternoon, Father," he switched up immediately to greet the bishop who met them, his expression unimpressed, "I appreciate that you have made an exception for us."

"Don't thank me, son," the Bishop replied stony-faced, "thank the frantic phone call I got this morning from up-above."

"I didn't know Jesus made phone calls," Graham asked, trying to hide the grin that accompanied his comment.

Looking back and forth between them, the Bishop decided to act as if Graham didn't exist and focused purely on Noel.

"You've got the rings and the wedding certificate?"

"Of course, Father." he brandished the certificate while Graham showed off the rings, platinum, circular, plain but shiny. "I really do appreciate this. My fiance..."

"Yes, yes," he answered wearily, "I get it, she needs a Catholic wedding so you can bang her before you go your separate ways."

It was Noel's turn to look flummoxed while Graham cracked up.

"No Father," Noel replied in surprise that a priest, a bishop nonetheless, would speak such a way, "I'm actually planning to move to Brazil to be with her."

This seemed to get the bishop's attention.

"Oh, a Brazilian, eh? With the dancing and everything? Hmm, maybe you do mean it then. Anyway, come on in, fellas, it's a hundred degrees and this," he indicated his black cassock, "is not cool. Tell you what, I'll meet you both at the front of the church while I get changed, yeah?"

As he walked off, Graham sent a short message to Georgia, warning her not to come in until he'd sent the all clear. What they hadn't noticed behind them was yet another Limousine pulling up.

"My boys!" A familiar Texan voice rang out, "I assume everything is proceeding fine?"

As Noel and Graham turned to face the noise, they spotted not only Damian, in his customary white outfit with Stetson hat, flanked by a smiling Mercedes, wearing a floral sundress with a ridiculously large pair of sunglasses. The biggest surprise was the small group that followed out, with Clara hand in hand with Claudia, and most surprisingly, Gina with Rayne, the latter of whom looked uncertain about being there.

Before Damian could explain anything, Clara ran up to Noel.

"When we heard you were getting married, we just wanted to come and support you. Including Rayne," she looked confused as she said it, "Gina said something about an epiphany, but he seems to have behaved for almost a full twenty-four hours so he seems genuine."

Smiling, Noel greeted and thanked each of them for coming, even if he didn't know Claudia, but Clara seemed to be holding her very close, which before this week he would have frowned at, but he was getting married to a woman he'd known about seventy-two hours, so who was he to decide what love was and wasn't?

All entered the church except Damian, who stayed at the front to greet the bridal party before splitting both sides of the aisle to show shared support. When the Bishop appeared fully dressed, Graham sent Georgia another text, receiving the reply almost instantly.

"They're just outside," he informed the Priest, who nodded and pressed a button on his lectern before Mendelssohn's wedding march started its familiar refrain. As the door opened, Georgia was the first person to be seen, wearing a conservative sky-blue bridesmaid's dress and holding a bunch of flowers, smiling as she walked in alone. The focus, though, was on what was happening behind her.

Walking through the door, smiling so hard it was anyone's guess how the top of her head remained on, Victoria walked in with Damian on her arm, towering him by a good couple of inches.

Unsurprisingly, she wore a white dress, yet Clara couldn't help but release a low whistle. Whether it was Brazilian style or whether the bride was less conservative about certain things than others, the dress was skin-tight and, despite being covered in floral lace, could not hide the body she had been gifted. The top was even less modest, the lace covering an almost translucent underdress, and due to the bride's larger bust, it left almost nothing to the imagination.

The wedding went on without a hitch, the Bishop finally tearing his eyes off of Victoria's chest to do his job, and within an hour the couple kissed, now man and wife.

As they walked outside to cheers from their friends and even strangers who'd stopped to see the happy couple, some of whose cheers paused when they saw the brides dress, the blood rushing away from their brains.

The happy couple entered the Limousine which took a slow journey back to the hotel on the orders of Damian and which Noel had been tipped off about. As any newlywed couple who was given privacy and an hour to do what they wanted in, Noel and Victoria made the most of it.

Unzipping her skirt, they kissed deeply, passionately and tenderly as she moved to sit on his lap, but knocking her head on the roof of the limo they laughed.

"Maybe we should wait..." Victoria spoke softly, turned into a gasp as Noel moved himself off the seat and onto the car floor. Thankfully, a limo had plenty of leg room, and he fitted in easily.

"Maybe," he replied mischievously, "or maybe I could pull these trousers down and see what happens next."

As he did, he couldn't help but see his virginal wife biting her bottom lip in anticipation, gasping appreciatively as his cock bounced out fully erect. Sliding down her own seat, she moved to sit in front of her husband where she, on her hands and knees, moved to kiss Noel on the mouth before moving down to his neck. Fully clothed, she moved southwards, focusing on touching his visible stomach. Hesitantly, she took his length in both hands.

"Does this feel good?" She asked quietly as she began to move them rhythmically up his length.

"Uhuh," he confirmed, "very good."

She continued that action for a few minutes before her own wanton lust took over.

"Don't move," she commanded, moving up his body until her lap was above his. Due to his length, she was practically squatting. Moving her underwear aside, she held onto his cock head as she slowly lowered herself onto, stopping as it touched her wet slit.

"If you're not sure," Noel began to speak, "then you don't..."

"Shush," she commanded him, "I do, ugh..." she let out a gasp as the head of his cock slipped in her dripping wet entrance, "I want this," she moaned, although she did not move to let him penetrate any deeper immediately, "I want this."

She sat there for some time, getting accustomed to the size. Apart from her fingers, she'd not had anything else inside her, so for her first to be so large, well, it would take some getting used to. Luckily, she had ridden horses when she was younger and didn't need to worry about breaking her hymen.

She found that as she moved further down his length, her ability to concentrate began to fade, so when she was happy with how much was inside her, she began to raise her legs up and down, quickly finding that this sent unfamiliar shivers across her entire body.

Noel could see that his wife had stopped less than halfway down his length but, as she began to bounce on him he immediately began to feel a tight sensation within his balls. He held on by thinking about how angry he knew his mother would be that he hadn't married a local black girl, but when Victoria began to shiver and shake, even then he began to struggle with her image in his mind which, he knew would be the worst way to end his first time.

Victoria's mind went blank as she reached climax, her legs giving way. Noel needed to hold onto her, otherwise, she would have fallen over, delaying his own orgasm, but as she held on she kissed him deeply.

"That," she groaned in deep relief, "was everything I wanted."

"Just imagine how it will feel when you get the whole thing," Noel laughed, causing Victoria to look down and gasp as she realised how much of him was left uncovered.

"My love," she cried, "I did not know. I thought that was all of you. Can you promise me you are enjoying?"

"I am enjoying," he nodded, "I'm very close to my own, you know, finish."

"I do not know if I can keep you inside me much longer," Victoria admitted, "it is a lot. But" she smiled happily, "I can continue what I did before, with my hands."

"I'd like that," Noel admitted, although he stopped as they gasped simultaneously, caused by his wife stood up, leaving her feeling empty while he missed the warmth surrounding part of him, "although, would you mind using your mouth too?"

Nodding, Victoria didn't reply with anything other than biting her bottom lip. She'd wanted to try it and was glad her husband had brought it up, too embarrassed to try it without encouragement. Moving back down his body she didn't bother pulling her panties back up properly, meaning as she bent over if anyone had been behind her they'd have seen her freshly fucked cunt fully on show.

At no point, as she began to touch Noel's length, had she ever thought she'd be this wanton, so eager to be sexually fulfilled, as well as to give her husband his own fulfilment. Beginning to jerk him she also started to lick his engorged cockhead, and to her surprise he began to leak from his slit. It was clear but salty, and he moaned as she licked it up.

"I don't think I'll last, babe," Noel admitted, the sensation within his length and his balls too much for him to take for too long, "I'll warn you, if I can."

Nodding, Victoria returned to stroking and licking before getting up the courage to put her lips over his swollen bellend..

Unexpectedly, Noel pushed himself forward and, her mouth open, she was surprised as the tip passed her lips.

"Sorry, babe," he grunted, "I'm so close..."

Not really knowing what to do, Victoria continued to wank while keeping her mouth where it was, her tongue sweeping along the underside of his head.

"Uh..."

Unable to warn her from the intensity he was feeling, Noel again thrust forward unintentionally as his balls tightened and began pumping cum into his wife's waiting mouth.

As she felt the first gush, she was surprised but did not move, her lips gripping tight around his girth as a second load followed. After that it became a dribble over a tide, but she continued to lick his slit, swallowing as necessary.

"Oh babe," Noel spoke softly, "I'm sorry, I couldn't..."

Still holding his cock within her, she waved him silent as she took every drop she could before only then looking up and smiling at him, unaware that a thin line of liquid remained between them.

"You have no apologies to make," she told him kindly. "I wanted you to enjoy yourself as I did, and I believe you did, so do not apologise for enjoying your wife, because I make no apologies for how you made me feel."

As if by magic, the driver made a small announcement from his seat.

"There's drinks and wet wipes in a small box between the two back seats."

The couple both went bright red. Having completely forgotten that there was another person in close proximity, Victoria began to laugh.

"That is how much I love you," she said as she stroked her husband's clean shaven face, "I forgot that other people existed."

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Upon arriving to the hotel, it was obvious to the waiting crowd that both the bride and groom's outfits and hair, in Victoria's case, despite the use of wet wipes, looked somewhat rumpled, also given away by the massive grins they were sporting. Leading the charge, Sven started the chant.

"One of us! One of us! One of us!"

It was difficult for either Noel or Victoria to argue as they both realised that they, for the first time in their lives, absolutely stank of sex.

Walking into the dining room, it looked like a good eighty percent of the hotel's current guests were there and, to the new couples' surprise, all were wearing what they would class as formal wear.

"My love," Victoria whispered as she looked around the room, "but everyone is wearing clothes!"

"It is for you, Victoria," Clara interjected in Spanish, "they want to celebrate your wedding! And," she added as an afterthought, "it is an excuse for them to wear their nicest clothes."

Unable to stop smiling, the couple nodded at everyone as they headed to the specially created top table while everyone else scattered about elsewhere. The food was the usual fare, but it was the presentation and the celebration that somehow elevated it.

After their wedding breakfast, a space was made to create a dancefloor, where Noel and Victoria held each other tight as they stepped to a romantic song Noel was assured was popular in Brazil, "O Amor, Você E Eu". Either way, he barely heard it as he stared into the eyes of his wife.

After the song had ended, everyone was invited to dance. Inevitably due to the mix of alcohol and the romantic environment it took about ten minutes before clothes began to shed, and while the happy couple were no longer innocent, they weren't quite up for witnessing an orgy involving most of the hotel's occupants quite yet. To that end, they decided to head up to their suite, a magnum of champagne under one of Noel's arm.

Returning to their suite, Noel locked the door and, for the first time proper, stripped his wife of her dress, fully revealing her body to him. He knew he had seen it all of it last night but in the here and now it seemed more special. This beautiful, amazing woman before him was his wife. His actual wife. As Victoria undid the buttons on her husband's clothing she felt the same way, especially as he fell out, still flaccid, when she removed his trousers. She couldn't believe she'd had that inside her. Well, part of it at least.

They spent a fair amount of time just touching each other's bodies as they lay on the sofa, each with a glass of champagne lying almost untouched. It was no surprise that eventually, with the attention they were spending on each other, they were both soon ready to continue their activities in the limo. Yet neither rushed, not out of embarrassment or uncertainty, but out of the genuine love they felt for each other. Neither wanted to 'fuck' for the sake of it, for the physical release. They wanted each other for the love, the reassurance and certainty that each gave the other, so they didn't rush into quick movements.

Instead, it was the slow touches, the slight movements, that finally led to Noel moving above his wife, his large fingers pressing gently against her groin. No words were said as carefully and gently, he used a finger to penetrate his wife, who moaned softly at the intrusion, her recently virginal entrance now keen and eager to accept him within her.

He took his time, just using one finger as she held onto him, kissing him, being close to him, as he made note of the noises she made, the gasps and moans, the short intakes of breath followed by the long release, but also those made by her body. Her increasing arousal increased the dampness around his finger, a faint wet sound as he entered.

As she felt her body begin to tingle, she managed to gasp out to Noel.

"Enter me," she asked her husband, despite her hole feeling tight around just a finger, "I want you to make me completely yours."

He didn't need to be asked twice, his length already sensitive and twitching despite his release a few hours ago, but he was hoping to give her more than he had been able to in the limousine. Despite his eagerness, he still took his time and positioned himself above as she lay on her back, kissing fondly, until his bulging head pressed against her slit. So wet was she that, unintentionally, he entered her several more inches than intended.

"Oh, my love," she moaned, her arms wrapped around his neck, "I love you so much. I am so glad I waited for you."

"As am I," he admitted, although his focus was more as he began to feed his large cock into her dripping cunt.

He thrust slowly, gently, but even though he did so and he'd cum mere hours before, as well as accidentally only last night, he could still feel the sensation welling up. He knew this would be likely, having never done this before in his life, but as things stood, he didn't care. He was making love to his wife, and he knew she'd just be happy to feel him release inside her for the first time. Well, the first time inside the hole meant for sperm, anyway.

As he thrust, Victoria began to struggle to keep up. He had about eight inches inside of her and despite her flowing juices the sensation was intense, with several inches more to go, not that she thought he'd get them in now. She could feel her body reacting in a way similar to earlier when she had finally... you know, released. Say it quietly... reached orgasm. But now she was beneath him, more comfortable and relaxed, she felt a wave of pleasure pass through her, and it didn't stop the whole time her husband was inside her, her back arching and her eyes crossing, it became too much to bear.

They cried out simultaneously as Noel emptied what remained within his balls inside his wife, the first time either of them had felt such a sensation. He tried to kiss her as he did so, but her mouth was wide open, as if she was unable to control her body in the midst of her own pleasure. He waited until he had no more left to give her before pulling out, still surprised he hadn't fully entered her. It was only when he was out, his cum dripping from within that her body relaxed enough to allow Noel to kiss his wife.

"Oh Noel," she moaned, "that was better than before."

Finally able to kiss her, he did so, before lying next to her as they both held the other.

"I can't say I like this whole experiment," he muttered to his wife, "but as it meant I found you well, perhaps the Lord moves in mysterious ways after all."

With that, they fell asleep together as man and wife, a pillar of serene solitude as around them in the hotel, debauchery continued. But for these two, nothing else mattered. They had found love.

It's been almost a year since I've updated this storyline, for which I apologise. After losing a good amount of both completed and in-progress work, I admit I struggled to think of the direction for the 'Free Use Group' to take.

For this chapter I had written something that was so intricate and complex I'd written ten thousand words without reaching the bulk of the story and looking back I realise it was, to be blunt, crap.

Having taken time out to try other things, I believe that I have not only written a fine addition to the 'Free Use Experiment' series but have also plotted a satisfying ending for future chapters.

I hope you not only enjoyed this chapter but also look forward to seeing where it goes from here.