Complimentary Trucker Lodge
In this tale, we follow the adventures of the "free use" fetish, involving elements of homosexuality, consensual cuckolding, and impregnation sex. If you find this objectionable, please stop reading and try a different story.
Remember not to take this story too seriously.
The entire cast in this story is adults.
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"Mr and Mrs Jacobs, for two nights."
Upon arriving at the supposed honeymoon retreat, we discovered something unexpected - the hotel was not the idyllic, rural location we desired. Instead, it possessed a more operational nature, catering to the haulage industry. Most vehicles parked adjacent could carry just one container, but some could haul two. We had to park our car behind, with staff vehicles.
Yet, it could have been worse, and we could even create a funny anecdote to share with our friends (and eventually, our children). So, we entered the establishment and made way for the front desk.
"Regular or free use?" the lady behind the counter inquired.
Esther grimaced in confusion.
"This hotel caters to the haulage industry, Mrs. Jacobs," the receptionist elaborated. "They have strict limitations on alcohol and driving hours. The location is chosen for efficiency rather than leisure. For this reason, we invite other guests to take part in the 'free use' program."
"What's that?" we questioned simultaneously.
"It means that anyone in the hotel can have sexual relations with you," she clarified. "It helps them relax and de-stress. A considerable number of couples come expressly for the experience."
"You mean anyone?" I asked.
"Anyone," the receptionist confirmed.
"Can you give us some time?" Esther requested.
We stepped away from the desk, and Esther whispered to me.
"This is unbelievable. It's a dream come true. Would you clean me up after another man bastes me with his cum, Danny? Would you do that for real?"
Seeing Esther propose our agreement to the discount both astounded and aroused me as my cock stiffened in my pants.
"You'd really let me clean you after another man has come inside you?"
"Danny, you're my husband now. Certainly, you can clean me up!" Esther countered, her whisper almost audible to the receptionist.
We returned to the front desk.
"How much extra does free use cost?" I inquired.
"It isn't charged. You'll be offering your services for free," the receptionist informed us.
"Let's sign up!" Esther declared.
Considering how convinced Esther would have been willing to pay for this privilege, the idea was thrilling, as we both fantasized about me watching Esther serviced by anonymous strangers.
The receptionist finalized our check-in and handed us each a necklace with a medal imprinted with "Volunteer" in various languages.
"You'll need to wear these, so our guests know you're volunteering for the free use program," the receptionist instructed. "If they see you wearing the necklaces while walking around, they may invite you into their rooms. Also, it grants you access to the sex lounge - we call it the Freyja room at this particular hotel. Different hotels in the chain have different names."
We helped each other fasten our necklaces, then turned back to the receptionist.
"Are there other locations?" I inquired.
"They're not unique," she stated. "However, most people don't know about these hotels, as they predominantly serve the haulage industry. They're mainly situated inland from container ports. Some management aspires to expand into the UK, but I'm not certain if we'll secure the necessary permits."
"Do you have any idea where in the UK?"
"Somewhere near Felixstowe... let me guess, Mr. Jacobs? Because who knows where trucks go?"
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We spotted no premature arrivals during our journey to our room. Perhaps they adhered to strict speed limits for safety purposes.
We showered and changed into casual clothing easily removable. Esther sported a buttoned polkadot dress ending at mid-thigh, while I wore shorts and a t-shirt.
We chose to walk towards the Freyja room before we missed the start. As we approached, a stockily built man with muscular arms descended upon us. Noting our necklaces, he pointed at his keycard. We followed him.
His room was tidy and he started discarding his trousers the moment the door shut. I wrestled his briefs down, exposing a delightful erection. I proceeded to lick where his helmet peeked between his foreskin. Esther unfastened her dress.
He remained silent, carefully positioning his tool into my wife. She exhaled in contentment once his length entered her.
No words were spoken. He simply lay in between Esther's legs, inserted himself into my wife, and began to enjoy the act.
This man did not utter a single word. Instead, he slid into my wife, pressing into her with a slow, steady intent, and proceeded to make love.
It seemed like it had been quite some time since he'd had sexual intercourse. His performance was lackluster, as he lasted less than five minutes before thrusting deeply into Esther and groaning as he climaxed. He continued pumping his semen into her.
As soon as he finished, I went down on Esther to help her clean up. I sucked and licked until her vagina was mostly free of his cum. Then, I turned to him and cleaned his penis with my mouth.
We dressed and moved to the Freyja room.
Seven women, or as they're referred to here, seven wives, were already in the room, just as the receptionist had mentioned.
Esther went to one of the curved couches and lay down to be serviced. I approached the group of men and greeted them. A couple of them spoke English and I explained that we were unfamiliar with free use hotels.
"Oh, they don't really need to advertise," a German man replied. "It's all through word of mouth."
"Why?"
"Because we love it! What could be better than seeing your wife enjoying herself? And I have to admit that I like helping, too!"
"Were you already aware of this?" another husband asked.
"It was a complete surprise. We thought we were just staying at a quiet countryside location. This was our honeymoon."
"I see. So, you were spontaneous about it?"
"It's been a fantasy. We had to take the opportunity or we might regret it for the rest of our lives."
"Wise decision." He agreed.
The drivers started arriving, and so did the lady who checked us in earlier.
"Hello again!" I greeted her. "I thought you said that staff couldn't participate."
"While that's true, we can't initiate," she replied. "We can volunteer. And I do as often as I can. It's great for my husband when I come home covered in cum. And, to be honest, it takes the pressure off him. Many local women volunteer. It's more of a privilege than an obligation."
As the morning progressed, the men, who weren't exactly sex gods, didn't last very long, and their techniques could use some improvement. But they did deliver the thrilling joy of anonymous sex and loads of cum.
I cleaned up Esther between each driver she relieved.
I also asked the receptionist if I could clean her up after her first load. She agreed, but she only allowed me to eat the first load before she went home sloppy, as she had promised her husband.
Time flew, and the whole experience lasted for about 45 minutes. The drivers didn't last long, as there were a lot of women to service.
"Mr and Mrs Jacobs!" The receptionist called as we made our way out of the room.
"Yes?"
"You're not obligated to stay if you don't want to. However, if you enjoyed yourself last night and this morning, there will be a lot of drivers leaving and arriving from 5:30 AM tomorrow. If you can be here by 5:00, they would appreciate it. The mornings tend to be a bit slower."
The night before had been a whirlwind. There were many drivers and only nine wives to cater to them. These men had been deprived of sex for several days beforehand and were eager to release their semen into willing women. The women were more than happy to oblige.
Although the men didn't last long, they were all willing, and each one seemed excited to be mistaken for the husband of a beautiful woman.
The morning was a bit more relaxed. Esther was thoroughly aroused by each driver she was serviced by and thoroughly enjoyed herself. I enjoyed helping her in between each driver and cleaning her up.
The next driver had a long, thin cock that managed to hit her cervix on a few occasions before he settled into a comfortable rhythm. His semen was runny and flavorless.
The next driver had a thicker, more substantial cock. It was a great stretch and didn't go in too far. His semen was thick, milky, and salty, just as I always imagined it would be.
One of the wives stood up and left after just 20 minutes. I became concerned and thought she was unhappy. But to my surprise, she was one of the housekeepers taking off her free use necklace.
It appeared that the receptionist may have been right; this was a popular experience.
It was certainly popular with Esther. She was wrapping her legs around each driver and guiding them with her hips. I was delighted to see a strange man between her legs and her wedding ring.
Esther cautiously lifted her underpants after experiencing tremendous pleasure. She yearned to feel a wet mess leaking from her whilst devouring breakfast. As we prepared to depart, a housemaid, who had to rush off to start her shift, came with a wheelbarrow full of cleaning supplies.
Esther inquired curiously, "What percentage of employees here volunteer?"
"Nearly all the women do," she replied. "Most men prefer the idea of being cheated on, you know. Employment here is highly desirable. The remuneration is the same as similar roles in other Danish establishments. It's the additional perks we're after. My husband requires intercourse once a week at most, and if he missed a week, it wouldn't be a catastrophe. But I receive ample sex and seed every time I show up. I even volunteer beyond my scheduled shifts," she added.
"Danny, I am certain you've sampled the sperm smeared on me. Yet, are you not furious?" Esther inquired while we relished toasted rye bread, butter, precious cheese, and hot beverages.
"Furious? I've spent my life dreaming of a honeymoon like this. This is the lifetime experience I've always craved," Danny remarked enthusiastically. "But are you that satisfied with so many anonymous lovers?"
"I adore you, Danny. We are clearly compatible. I adore helping these deliverymen. I let a complete stranger stuff his naked dick inside me. I am aware I've never met him previously and probably never will again. But he'll fill me up with his essence and you'll lick it out of me. This is the most ideal holiday we could have ever experienced. I only fear how we'll return to our regular lives in Edgware."
"Do they have well-planned utilization for Felixstowe?" I asked Esther.
"Huh?"
"I can work from home most of the time. I'm aware it's around a two-hour train trip to London, but that's manageable. We could volunteer near our home frequently."
"Would you truly wish to do this again after our vacation?"
"If you're eager, I'd like every holiday to be like this. If you're not, we can certainly participate in other activities," I immediately responded.
"Oh, no, it's not about that. I am absolutely game. I simply want to understand what intrigues you about this," Esther clarified.
"Firstly, I cherish your joy. Your happiness is my happiness. But in considering the hotel operations last night, I reasoned that drivers who realize they can unload their sperm into a hospitable lady are less likely to engage in drunk driving or drug abuse. Haulage is undoubtedly demanding. Being away from family for hours on end must be taxing. Volunteering here not only benefits society but also provides us with a unique experience. Lastly, witnessing my wife entice strangers so much that they cum feels erotic."
"I hadn't considered the societal benefits. But you're right. Volunteering here must be keeping the streets safer."
We chuckled and returned to the food buffet.
"The resort management kindly agreed to an extended stay," the receptionist informed us.
We were thrilled with spending more time, so we booked an extra ten nights.
Subsequently, we deliberated the locations of the other hotels in the chain. Each was farther from London, necessitating more travel. Hence, we made two more reservations. We planned to make returns at Easter and Christmas.
We opted to investigate the area. Strangely, only two individuals opted for our implied offer. One was a trucker with a peculiar itinerary since he happened to be free when everyone else was. The other was a skinny youth possessing a typewriter in his room.
He had an incredibly emaciated visage. Nevertheless, when I released his belt and lowered his trousers, I was astonished by the largest penis I've witnessed.
Dripped in precum, I softly wanked the foreskin. He hardened rapidly. Afterwards, I licked up the precum wrapped around the head of his manhood.
When he was completely erect, I urged him to re-enter Esther. She was very damp but still it demanded effort. However, this was a fight to cherish. Esther concurred and instructed him to be gentle but assertive. She desired every centimeter inside her and demanded he refrain from withdrawing before climaxing.
Unlike the drivers, he was in no rush. He relentlessly pictured backward and forwards. Then he gestured me to move closer.
"Lick my cock clean," he ordered me.
I joyously licked and sucked the mixture of juices from him.
Re-entering Esther was less problematic the second time. Additionally, his pace altered. I could discern he was nearing a conclusion.
"Don't you dare pull out!" Esther cried in a heightened voice. She was on the verge of a spectacular orgasm and would be unable to focus for a couple of minutes. [
In the Freyja room, he was far from pulling out. Instead, he accelerated and moved aggressively within her. Then, he advanced further and I observed his buttocks clenching as he filled her with his seed. As he pulsed within Esther, her eyes rolled up and her face became blank, hinting at a powerful orgasm. This outcome was all the more intriguing since Esther had only met the stranger a mere half hour prior.
I attempted to clean his sperm with my tongue after he rolled away. However, it had been deposited deep inside, rendering access to it difficult. Thus, I flipped over and inquired.
"You're not a trucker, are you?"
"No," he replied. "I'm not. I'm a novelist. I'm grappling with the final scene of my latest book. I came here to escape the urban landscape. I require unadulterated focus, which is why I use a typewriter that jeopardizes internet connection."
"You're solely distracted by other men's wives!" Esther chuckled.
"I guess so," he said.
"Were you informed of the free use policy, or was it a surprise, as well?"
"I was informed. I have two trucker friends who frequent this chain. They mentioned the possibility. I knew that if I came here, I'd be able to devote a significant chunk of distraction-free time to my writing, not to mention copulate with a few married women."
"You choose to bed married women?" Esther inquired.
"I adore it," he conceded. "And it's agreeable that so many couples indulge in this practice. It necessitates a balance of both, it seems."
It transpired that he would remain for another five nights. He swore to occupy Esther each afternoon.
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"Danny, when my parents and I discussed our desires during our courtship, did we not also discuss the possibility of children?" Esther pondered in bed, post-evening's encounter in the Freyja room.
"No," I responded. "We covered every topic. Life in distant galaxies, our preferable cheeses. The works."
"And children," she persisted.
I skirted around the subject, allowing the tension between us to settle. Finally, Esther finished her train of thought.
"I'm on the pill, so I won't conceive despite my saturation with your cum. However, we do desire children, correct?"
I hesitated, knowing this could lead down a dangerous path.
"Are you proposing your idea from last night?" she eventually clarified.
"We don't need to make any decisions now," I assured her.
There was no more conversation that morning. We were both fatigued and excited to consider what might transpire when Esther halted her pill usage.
Arising before 4 a.m. the next day, we prepared for the truck drivers' arrival at 5 a.m. I shared my thoughts while Esther exited the shower.
"Yes," I confirmed.
Esther gazed at me unhappily, still sleepy.
"We had a rather interesting inquiry last night: if we had considered having a stranger's child. As you are well-aware, I have been taking birth control pills. But we both yearn for children. Would bearing a child from an anonymous man anchor our relationship? Are we in a rush?"
"No." We both responded.
"We're not in a hurry," Esther added. "I'd like to leave ample time for us to indulge freely. However, I'm eager for a conversation with the staff. I'm certain they've deliberated on this issue."
As was customary, the experience that morning was less heated than previous encounters. The truckers took their time, and Esther enjoyed the altered atmosphere.
Immediately thereafter, Esther was consumed with hunger. The sensation of his semen seeping into her panties while we dined remained erotic. Upon leaving the dining room, we ran into the receptionist.
"May we discuss something with you?" I enquired.
"Certainly."
"Allow me to explain: we're married. We've been embracing each other's freedom due to Esther's pill usage. Our question is whether any of you have opted for an anonymous sperm donor to bear a child."
The receptionist's expression revealed sympathy.
"You're querying about a child conceived by a stranger, right?" she identified our question.
"Indeed," Esther validated.
"My husband and I agreed to have a second child sired by an anonymous man. Several other married women have also devised this strategy. There's also a single woman who took this route. Although I warn the young staff not to make such a decision too quickly. They're not yet in a stable relationship. Young women seem enamored with the prospect of an unidentified man impregnating them."
"We're married, 24 and 25, and we want children," Esther clarified.
"That's fortunate," the receptionist concluded. "There's no harm in contemplating, but recognize that the individuals who opted for this have usually been older than you. Consider that."
We faced an unexpected issue when we left the hotel – our car battery was dead. Perhaps it was due to the lack of use and the cold winter, but we requested help from one of the staff to jump-start the vehicle.
On our journey, we reminisced about the highlights of our honeymoon. Our favorite moments included our first sexual encounter, which, though technically inadequate, was so thrilling due to its clandestine nature. The novelist's impressive endowment and skilled techniques made up for any deficiencies. We also cherished the friendships with the other volunteers and hotel staff.
We remained in contact with the receptionist through WhatsApp and returned, as planned, for both Easter and Christmas holidays.
During the Christmas break, we learned that Felixstowe had been approved for its hotel project. So, we continued volunteering while browsing rightmove.co.uk for new properties. Since Edgware was in London, the prices were much more affordable than our previous home. We could afford something better and still be within 20 minutes from the new hotel.
We scheduled property viewings in early January, made an offer, and moved in by the beginning of March.
The hotel opened in spring unceremoniously. The drivers and some staff were aware, but there was no need for a grand opening ceremony. The guests did not have to be informed.
We were volunteering almost every week, making friends with most of the staff, which consisted primarily of married women in their early 30s who were also volunteering.
"Danny, I want to have a baby and go off the pill."
I embraced Esther.
"I'm just hopeful that doesn't mean you want to stop volunteering." I said.
"Well, I was hoping to volunteer more often. You see, women have a 20% chance of getting pregnant during each menstrual cycle. But we can improve the odds by having sex frequently. That increases the chances of conception."
"Well, we'll make sure you have plenty of opportunities to conceive, my love."
"Thank you, Danny. You'll be raising my baby."
To take a break from volunteering during Esther's pregnancy, we had to. The supportive couches we used at the hotel didn't provide enough comfort for her. We also couldn't return immediately because raising a baby takes a lot of effort. Now, seven-month-old Ayelet can sleep through the night, so we can get a local teenager to watch over her.
This means we can start volunteering again.
Esther plans to wait another year before we start trying for our second child. But at some point, she will come off the pill.
I playfully tell Esther that we won't know the fathers of our kids. She replies by stating she's only planning for two kids.
What's important is that we both enjoy volunteering. Of course, we're relishing having sex with strangers. But we're also contributing to road safety. Men who realize they can have sex with willing, married women won't drink and drive. We're all fond of the pleasure, our daughter, and helping society.
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