Betting On A Free Use Wife

Author's Note: Just a simple short story that popped into my head. I am not making any editorial comments about COVID lockdowns, just a convenient tool for the story. I hope you enjoy it, and I look forward to reading your comments.

Also, there was an Anonymous comment on my "Apple Didn't Fall Far from The Tree" story that I must hate women or have had bad relationships or something of the sort. I have been happily married for 32 years. Two of the three best managers I have ever had are women, and I recently hired a woman to report to me because she was the best qualified for the position. For some of the Loving Wives stories, I am goal-oriented. For that story, my goal was to write a total burn everyone kind of story. Remember, these are stories.

All characters involved with any sexual activity are 18 or older. All of my works on this site are copywritten by CurrentParameter and may only be used or reused with permission.

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George and Margaret had been married for two years. They had settled nicely into a flat in London. Life was great until COVID hit. Stuck, working from home in their tiny one-bedroom flat since March, was stretching the limits of their ability to tolerate each other. They started to argue more, and to George's annoyance, like a seesaw, as the frequency of arguments side went up, the frequency of sex side went down.

It was June of 2020, and George and Margaret had yet another argument about the lockdowns and how long they were going to go on for.

Margaret argued, "They are a total waste of time. I bet you that the government will finally realise it and we will all be back to work by the end of July."

George replied, "Until they get a vaccine, we are going to stay home. The hospitals are already overrun."

Margaret responded, "It will all settle down by the end of July, and we will be back in the office. I am willing to bet on it."

George asked, "And what are you willing to put up for the bet?"

Margaret thought for a minute and then replied, "You keep complaining that we aren't having sex enough, so I will be your naked free use slut until we both go back to the office."

George was pretty sure that he was going to win the bet, but to make sure Margaret was in, he countered, "And I will fund that trip that you and your sister have wanted to Hawaii."

Margaret and her sister had been wanting to go to Hawaii since they were in secondary school. She stuck out her hand and said, "Deal."

George shook her hand while looking her up and down, thinking of what he was going to do to her.

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It was July 31st, and they sat on the sofa and listened to the announcer on the BBC News say, "And there is no end in sight for the COVID lockdowns. Health officials continue to hope that the first vaccines will become available in the fall."

The expressions on the faces of George and Margaret couldn't be more different. George had the biggest grin on his face, and Margaret looked depressed.

George turned to Margaret and ordered, "Strip and get on your knees, my cock is looking for a mouth to go into."

Margaret turned and pleaded, "It wasn't a serious bet."

George asked, "So, if we were back at work, you would let me out of funding a Hawaii trip?"

Margaret opened her mouth to reply, but instead her shoulders drooped in resignation. She stood and pulled her dress over her head. Then looked at George.

George instructed, "All of it."

Margaret sighed. She reached back and undid her bra. Then she dropped and stepped out of her panties.

George sat and admired the sight in front of him. He was so lucky to find Margaret. 5'7", Brunette with shoulder-length hair and perky B-cup tits. She was slim and had a neat little landing strip which, due to some of the recent friction, he hadn't seen in over a week.

George smiled at her. Margaret rolled her eyes.

He stood, dropped his pants, and his underwear. Then sat back down. He said, "Well, you better get started."

Margaret reluctantly got on her hands and knees and crawled over to him.

George knew that blow jobs weren't her favorite thing. She grabbed onto his cock and started to jerk him off.

George cleared his throat, "Ahem. I believe the request was for a blow job, and you better swallow."

Margaret grimaced but bent forward and took him into her mouth. George thought, "Although she doesn't like to suck me off, she is decent at it." Then, as he lay back on the sofa, enjoying what she was doing, he also thought, "She better enjoy it, I think this is going to be a long lockdown."

She wanted to get it over with, and he shot his load into her mouth. She stared at him, and he ordered, "Swallow." She did, and he added, "You are going to get so good at that." He then patted her on the head.

Margaret was unfortunate; her company almost never used video on their conference calls, so she didn't have an excuse not to be nude almost all the time. George made good use of that policy and the fact that Margaret worked out of the bedroom while he worked out of the living room.

On breaks, George would walk over to the bedroom. If Margaret wasn't on a call, he would drag her to the bed; if she was on a conference call, he would walk into the bedroom, tap her on the shoulder. She knew that she had to get out of her chair and bend over so he could fuck her from behind.

They saved a lot on laundry as Margaret rarely wore anything, and George took to just wearing only underwear on his bottom half. It made it faster for him to make use of his free use wife.

They did start to use more towels. Margaret took to putting them down wherever she sat, as she didn't know if Georges cum would, at some point, be leaking out of her.

George also used Margaret to break up those boring calls. If she made the mistake of coming out of the bedroom while he was on one, she would shortly be on the floor, blowing him while he listened to the call.

George had a glorious year as the back-to-work orders from both their companies didn't come through until July of 2021. Over the course of the year, George did make some compromises. Sex no more than four times a day, and he gave her Sundays off.

Margaret was so relieved that it was over.

However, Margaret didn't learn her lesson. Just over a year later, in September 2022, Margaret was celebrating the demise of Boris Johnson and the rise of Liz Truss as Prime Minister.

She said, "Finally, that ass is gone. Liz will fix everything."

George looked at her and commented, "She won't even last two months."

Margaret stared at him and asked, "You want to bet that Hawaii trip again?"

George stood and pulled out a box from the back of the closet. It hadn't been opened since their first-year anniversary. He came out carrying the box. He replied to her. "Sure, Hawaii against another year as free use, but I also get to use these." He held up some rope, a blindfold, and a paddle.

Margaret smiled, put out her hand, and said, "You're on."

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Fifty days later, Margaret entered the flat, resigned to her fate. She looked over and saw a grinning George sitting on the sofa with the paddle in his hand.

She started to take off her dress and thought, "I'm never making a bet ever again."