A Simple Trade - All in One

The first half of this was submitted a couple of months back but that will be deleted and this omnibus version will replace it.

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I had always wondered what he really wanted to do to me. Our sex life was fine, a little tame, a little infrequent, but vigorous enough when we got to it. I got the most turned on when I felt like he was acting with abandon, listening to his urges not his inhibitions. I guess it made me feel desirable, like he couldn't control himself because of his lust for me, and it also freed me to be how I wanted to be in bed.

I actually started our journey toward something different.

"I feel like we should get a room downtown again." I said one Saturday morning.

"Really? How come?"

"Just been a while since we escaped the grind" I said as I sidled up and wrapped my arms around him.

"It was so nice last time, a delicious dinner, bubble bath, and a bathroom counter that we can use for other purposes" I said, with a wink.

"Oooh" he said, clearly paying more attention.

"You can have your way with me!"

"And you with me!" he agreed. "You know we should make it a weekend where anything goes - just wanton sex whenever either of us wants it..."

"Oh really!" I said wryly, although a part of me was slightly turned on by it.

"Yeah, I was reading a story on Literotica the other day about something called... um... what was it... free use! Yeah, it's where couples agree that whenever one of them initiates sex the other one can't say no unless they have a very good reason."

"Sounds like YOUR dream setup, what do I get out of it?!?" I said slightly ruefully, (though again the thought of him just grabbing me one day and railing into me had me slightly wet).

"Fair" he laughed "how about this then... we go downtown for a weekend and on the first day you're in charge - I'll do whatever you want, massage your feet, take you shopping - anything. Then the next day you do what I want."

I don't know what made me say yes, but I found myself nodding, giving him an "Alright..." and before I knew it we had picked a date a few weekends away.

That night I asked him to show me one the "free use" stories on Literotica. It was surprisingly arousing for me. I'm not into lack of control but this was consensual and casual. The couple in the story absentmindedly fucked while cooking dinner. She got fingered to an orgasm while reading a book. And even the partsu where he woke her up, first by going down on her, and then the next time by penetrating her, were hot (if a little creepy and odd). The whole concept just appealed as a fantasy.

Over the next two weeks I was surprised to find myself thinking about it more and more. I don't usually kick things off but one night I just climbed on top of him and started making out without a word. That resulted in some intense lovemaking and a stellar orgasm for me, and apparently for him too. More surprisingly, for the first time ever I actually surreptitiously looked up some stories on Literotica while he was at work one day. Most of the free use stories were awful but I found one that had me panting with my vibrator in no time.

--- Friday Dinner --

Our weekend arrived and we headed downtown on a Friday evening. We were checking out Sunday afternoon so we had decided that I would call the shots Friday night, he would get to take charge on Saturday and then I'd be able to take my revenge on Sunday morning if he had done anything particularly cheeky on Saturday.

The Friday night was very fun. Dinner was great. For a joke I just made him listen to me go on and on about my favorite TV shows - he really made an effort to listen, even more than normal. But when we got back to the hotel I had him give me a long languid massage, run me a bath and arrange dessert via room service. Creme Brulee in a bubble bath is something I can highly recommend.

Afterwards I decided to kick it up a notch and had him go down on me for a good 20 minutes while I watched TV in my robe on the bed. I orgasmed once, then lay on my front and (inspired by the free use stories) had him penetrate me while I kept watching TV.

He innovated by propping my midriff on a pillow and giving me my vibrator so I still had clitoral stimulation. That resulted in fairly quick and earth shattering 2nd orgasm for me, followed immediately by a climax for him.

As we turned off the bedside lights and snuggled up to sleep he murmured to me:

"Honest warning by the way, I'm not going to hold back tomorrow, I plan to make the most of this..."

If I hadn't been so tired and so delightfully relaxed after a bath and sex I might have thought more of that comment, but instead i just said an encouraging:

"Good, I want you to, it'll be hot." before rolling over and falling soundly asleep.

--- Saturday ----

When I woke up he was returning from the bathroom. He asked me what I wanted for room service breakfast, we ordered, I peed and then we snuggled up in bed again.

"So... what will you have me do today?" I asked sleepily.

"Actually I was just about to ask you to suck my cock."

He very rarely used such direct language about sex so I immediately started to get a sense that today would be different from our normal relations and briefly remembered what he'd said the night before.

I shuffled over as he spread his legs and I took his semi-erect penis in my mouth, dutifully administering a loving blowjob. Before long he was hard and I started to wonder where this was going with the breakfast order due to arrive any minute. Thankfully after a few minutes he told me to stop and put on my robe. He did the same, but then he told me to sit in bed and masturbate.

"Don't stop when breakfast arrives. You can be subtle and get back in bed but keep going."

I was slightly mortified but also super wet so I rolled with it - climbing under the covers and continuing to masturbate. Thankfully the room service guy only came into the little foyer of our room and stayed out of sight but I was still terrified that he'd hear the slightly wet sound of me circling my clit.

After the delivery guy was gone we setup the meal at the little table in our room and I sat down to eat. But he stopped me immediately.

"Uh uh. Not yet. Open your robe. Keep playing with yourself while you suck on my cock again. And I want to see and hear you putting at least two fingers into your pussy to keep your clit nice and wet."

Again the direct language shocked me a little but it also turned me on. A lot.

I set to work on my "tasks" and thoroughly enjoyed myself.

After a little while I could tell he was getting close and I prepped to swallow (I don't love it, but I do it). But again he surprised me...

"Don't swallow."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Take it in your mouth, but then let it run out onto your chest."

I had never done that before but I was willing to try it. Especially in my aroused state - I had been following his instructions to masturbate and I was close to orgasm myself.

I nodded and got back to work and was very quickly "rewarded" with a mouthful of hot cum. After his cock slowly stopped pulsing, I let him go and let the cum run out over my chin and all over my chest. Some of it ran down between my legs where I was still rubbing my clit languidly. It felt strange, a little gross yes, but also primal and I was surprised to find myself turned on by it. Especially when he looked at me with fiery lust.

I reached for a napkin on the table to clean myself off but he stopped me again.

"No. Keep it there until I say you can clean it off."

My jaw dropped a little. But the same conflicted feelings of both discomfort and arousal welled up in me.

"You can have breakfast after you've made yourself orgasm. Wipe some of my cum on your nipples to start. And then on your clit."

In a bit of a trance of disbelief at this situation and how quickly he had escalated our morning, I did as I was instructed. The cum cooled my nipples and they went from erect to almost painfully erect. I kept one hand there tweaking my nipples.

My other hand smeared some cum down my naval to my already wet pussy and added to the slippery area around my clit which I rubbed furiously. He watched, quietly but intensely while he casually ate his food.

I came very quickly. It was a strong, and long, orgasm that gave me the shivers. I slouched back into the seat and breathed heavily, relieved. I looked down at my body, smeared in his cum.

"Can I shower now?"

"Not yet. Eat your breakfast like that. In fact take your robe off entirely. You look so fucking sexy. I just want to admire it for a bit more."

I hesitated, about to complain, but I was tired so I just went with it - leaping for some coffee which I was dying for and which finally erased the taste of cum from my mouth. The food was good and I was surprisingly hungry after my orgasm. The cum on me was drying, slightly sticky but again I was surprised to find myself slightly aroused by the whole situation. He continued to admire me intently and by the time I had finished breakfast he was getting hard again. He got up, walked to me and proffered me his cock. I took it in and lazily licked and sucked at it.

"You can shower now if you want." he said

I stood and turned to head to shower but he followed me in, stopping me yet again, bending me forward so my hands were on the vanity and rubbing his cock along my pussy. I was still wet enough that he slid in fairly easily and was soon thrusting vigorously into me, infrequent but deep hard thrusts. My breasts swayed below me each time he bottomed out inside me and I could feel the cum on them. The whole scene was... obscene... and I couldn't help but love it.

He didn't cum, probably couldn't again so quickly. Instead he stopped and guided me into the shower and soaped me down luxuriously. Once we were clean he made out with me in the shower, the water cascading around us.

Pausing briefly he looked me in the eyes:

"Was that okay?"

(his voice was kind, a brief departure from the firm instructions he'd delivered all morning)

"Yes, totally, it was actually fucking hot" I replied. Shocking myself a bit.

"Excellent, there's more to, ah... shall we say... come?" he winked at me, and I wondered if I might need to propose a safeword!

"Stay here" he said, and he stepped out of the shower, returning with a razor, shave cream and tube of depilatory cream. I could tell where this was headed and I raised an eyebrow. I normally keep my pubic hair closely trimmed, in fact I had done some grooming in anticipation of this weekend, but I only rarely went fully bare - the itchiness of regrowth was too annoying.

"I know you don't love going fully shaven, so this is a request not requirement, but would you be willing...?" he asked, looking at me with lustful eyes.

I buckled. "Okay, but be warned, it might be you losing hair tomorrow morning!"

"Thank you, which weapon do you want?". I chose the depilatory cream and he left me to it.

Once I was done showering and eliminating any trace of hair, I toweled off - admiring myself in the mirror. I had to admit that the lack of hair did make my pussy very visible - it made me feel vulnerable but also a little sexy. I could understand the appeal for him.

I put on my robe and strolled out to the bedroom. He read my mind and poured me another cup of coffee without asking.

"What now?" I asked sitting back on the bed.

"We're going to do some shopping" he said "But first I need you to show me that beautiful pussy of yours. Spread your legs please."

I sighed and shook my head but dutifully did as I was asked.

"That is super hot. Now spread your pussy lips and hold them apart."

Yet again slightly surprised by his boldness, I did what was asked. He crawled onto the bed, lowered himself to my pussy and licked from top to bottom. I shivered a little. He did this several times before focusing on my clit for a while, and then slowly inserting a finger into my pussy which was getting very wet.

Then suddenly he stopped.

"I'm sorry to leave you hanging, but we really need to be going." he said, grinning at me in a way that made clear the torture of stopping midflight was intentional. I glared at him. He lazily brought his finger to my mouth and had me suck my own juices off of him.

He jumped up and headed to the wardrobe where our clothes were hung. He came back with a small black strappy thing I'd never seen before.

"This is a butterfly vibrator. You wear it like underwear. It sits on your clitoris. I will have the remote control." he said grinning. "Don't worry it's very quiet, and I won't use it near other people."

He went back to the wardrobe and grabbed a sheer black bra of mine, and then pulled out a long lightweight flowing dress that he'd made me bring.

"Put this on. And bring some underwear... in your handbag."

-- Saturday Lunch --

We headed out to go shopping. I had no idea where we were going or even what we were shopping for. I was entirely focused on the fact that:

a) I wasn't wearing any underwear, and

b) I had a butterfly vibrator strapped to my clitoris that might turn on at any moment.

My anticipation about the latter didn't have to wait very long. We got into the elevator and there was nobody else with us so as soon as the doors closed he grinned at me and I startled as the vibrator started buzzing against me. He turned it off 10 seconds later when we reached the lobby but as soon as we were outside and walking down the street it came back on again. This time pulsing in intensity.

We walked this way for about 7 blocks with a couple of turns here and there and then suddenly stopped. The vibrator mercifully stopped too. I had started to get quite aroused and I could feel my own dampness as I walked. I looked up to see that we were outside La Perla, an extremely expensive lingerie brand that I had never splurged on. Now I understood why he wanted me to bring underwear in my purse. Given how wet I was I couldn't possibly have tried on expensive lingerie without getting my wetness all over them.

He held the door open and we walked in. Immediately a sales assistant approached and introduced herself. He told her it was a special occasion and had her gather a dizzying range of things - pyjamas, robes, bra sets, teddys, slips - all of them in multiple sizes. I expressed my preference on colors and shared my sizings but mostly he ran the show. Finally we headed to the dressing room.

"You've got quite the job ahead to try this all on!" said the assistant "Just let me know if you need any help!" and as she turned to go he assured her that we'd be fine, that we'd call if we needed anything

We entered the dressing room and closed and locked the door - it was huge, at least 10ft square with a large mirror across one entire wall - their skyhigh prices were somewhat justified by the experience.

I immediately startled as the butterfly vibe turned on again and I looked at him in faux anger. He asked me what I wanted to try on as I pulled out my underwear and pulled them on over the vibe straps. I chose a few of the nicest items and undressed. Then, for a few minutes, it was a normal dressing room experience, trying items on and discussing what looked good or not, except for the vibrator constantly buzzing at my clit!

But then he just casually undid his pants and pulled out his erect cock and started slowly stroking it.

"Continue" he said.

So I did.

We had finished trying on all my favorites and had put three items in the "probably yes pile". I was in between items, about to reach for a bra when he suddenly stood. He crossed the small space between us and enveloped me, kissing me fiercely.

Then he quickly turned me around and bent me forward with hands splayed against the wall. He dropped my underwear to the ground and immediately thrust straight into me. After more than 10 minutes of a vibrator on my clit, and watching him masturbate, I was ready and I came almost immediately as he thrust vigorously into me, the vibe continuing to run the whole time. His own orgasm followed shortly after mine. We stood there breathing heavily and he kissed the back of my neck as he turned off the vibe.

"Stay still, don't move" he said before withdrawing from me and cupping his hand against the outside of my pussy. I felt his cum dripping out of me, into his hand, and he kept me like that for 20 seconds or so. Then he reached up between my legs and wiped his cum across my bare mons, continuing over the outside of my newly shaved pussy. He massaged the cum into my clit, and my lips, before quickly pulling my underwear back up.

"Put your dress back on. Let's go buy these."

I was momentarily distracted from the wet underwear clinging to my body, thinking about the fact that he was about to buy me $800 of gorgeous lingerie. I put my dress on just in time as he opened the door and held it for me. The assistant was waiting for us out in the main area of the shop.

"Did you like anything?" she said chirpily, seemingly none the wiser.

"Yes - we'll take these three" he said walking to the counter with the items and pulling out his wallet.

I drifted at the back of the store, pretending to browse and hiding behind racks concerned that if I came near anyone they might smell the cum smeared across me and still dripping out of my pussy and into my underwear.

He finished paying and I joined him as we walked out of the store. I turned toward the hotel but he stopped me.

"We have a lunch booking now" he said, smiling deviously.

I shot him a look of daggers but then immediately felt the vibe turn back on. Scowling, I walked past him quickly in the direction that he was headed. He hurried to join me, took my hand and turned off the vibe.

We thankfully had a patio table for lunch. It was delicious and innovative food in a romantic setting. I forgot about the wet feeling between my legs unless I moved in my seat.

However, as we walked back to the hotel he turned the vibe back on again - for 10 minutes we walked in silence as I thought about the say so far. By the time we made it to our room, my pussy was wet with more than just his cum and I told him as much as we stepped inside

He immediately set a pillow on the edge of the bed and then quickly undressed me before pushing me back so my open pussy was on display to him. He thrust into me, meeting no resistance - between the remnants of his earlier release inside me and my own arousal I was wetter than I could remember. The vibe was still going and I came just as quickly as I had in the dressing room.

He pulled out after a few more thrusts and shot two ropes of cum across my belly and chest, and one spurt on the outside of my pussy before pushing back inside me to finish his orgasm.

The vibe was finally turned off and taken off and he climbed into bed.

"Join me for a nap?" he said

I went to the bathroom to pee, and then looked in the mirror. I was streaked with cum, and looked thoroughly fucked - my red swollen pussy lips glowed back at me. I thought about showering but then thought "fuck it" and instead I walked back into the bedroom. He turned to look at me, and I looked him in the eye as I slowly massaged the visible cum into my skin, and then, I don't know why exactly, I quickly sucked my fingers clean.

It was his turn to be a slackjaw. I just grinned, and jumped into bed, snuggling up to him and closing my eyes for a much needed nap.

I awoke around 4pm and as he lay there sleeping I thought back over the events of the day so far. To my dismay I was quickly very horny. I played with my clit and drew some of my wetness out as lube. I licked my finger and tasted my arousal with a hint of his cum mixed in. I looked at the lump in the sheets at his crotch and without thinking I slid down to eye level with his cock - taking the his soft penis in my mouth. Again I could taste our combined juices. I sucked gently at his cock and felt it begin to slowly harden in my mouth as he groaned in his sleep.