But slumped down behind the curtain, Noah was exhausted after merely an hour or so of his wife fucking another man. If he couldn’t escape from this room, how was he going to cope with the whole night?
Because one thing was for certain, Adrienne didn’t seem like she wanted to do much sleeping. She seemed like she wanted to make the most of this damn Hall Pass Noah had given her. And Gerard was perfectly happy to let her, apparently.
The two of them now lay on the bed, Gerard outstretched on his back, gazing up at the ceiling, Adrienne on her side cuddled up to him, one leg and one arm draped all over him as she gently stroked his powerful, oversize body, feeling out his muscles while gently trying to stir him back into action.
‘Isn’t it crazy? I hardly know you…’ Adrienne was saying.
Gerard smiled broadly. ‘That is kinda the point of a one night stand, huh?’
‘Who said it was a one night stand?’ Adrienne grinned, and the way she said it felt like somebody punching Noah hard right in the middle of the chest.
What was she talking about? Of course this was supposed to be a one night stand. Where did she get the idea that it might be more than that?
But along with his outrage at Adrienne for assuming she had permission for more than she really did, deep down there was a quiet air of celebration within Noah. It might have drained him like nothing else before, but this night had been unbelievably wild. And to think that the experience might continue beyond this night, with his wife wanting to be a bad girl beyond the scope of the simple Hall Pass granted to counter-balance Noah’s own mistake—it intrigued and excited him.
‘Oh, you know, I assumed…’ Gerard said modestly.
‘Do I look like the kind of girl who’d only want a one night stand?’
The big man chuckled, said, ‘I’m not sure I’d know…’
All smiley and flirty as she now casually stroked the man’s flaccid—and yet still substantial—member, Adrienne said, ‘I’d hope you wouldn’t be…’
It frightened Noah, too, of course, that his wife was talking about extending her relationship with this charming, gifted man. A wife’s one night stand seemed risky enough to a husband, but what were the chances that she’d fall for someone after a single night. Repeat visits, however, took the chances up significantly.
Perhaps even exponentially.
And yet he couldn’t help but feel the throbbing of his still-erect cock, and his libido making him feel that despite the logical threat that a continued relationship between Adrienne and this love rival represented, it was sexy as hell that she should want to keep sleeping with two different men, that this weirdly thrilling adventure should continue.
After all, just because his fantasy has been enacted, doesn’t keep a man from still harboring that fantasy.
‘But you are married,’ Gerard said, stunning both Adrienne and Noah with one observation.
‘How did you—’ Adrienne said, voicing Noah’s own question.
Gerard merely smiled again. ‘Oh, you know… the way you look sometimes.’
‘And how does a married woman look?’
‘Guilty… sometimes. Worried that someone might catch you. Other times… kind of taken by the whole secret seduction thing—you know, reveling in it. Going with a guy behind your husband’s back.’
She just gazed up at his face, impressed. ‘Am I that obvious?’
Then with a huge smile, he added, ‘And you have a tan line on your finger where your wedding ring would normally be.’
‘And when did you notice that?’
‘When you pressed the button in the elevator.’
Adrienne giggled, ‘And you fucked me anyway?’
Gerard shrugged. ‘None of my business.’
‘Even though you’re sleeping with someone else’s wife?’
‘I don’t see anything that says you’re someone else’s property,’ Gerard pushed himself up on one elbow, then with the other arm reached forward to lift one of Adrienne’s legs so that he could see her sweet, shaven pussy. ‘Nope,’ he said, ‘I believe this means you’re your own woman… you get to decide who you fuck.’
‘I guess I do.’
Behind the curtain, Noah shivered. Was Adrienne really being talked into declaring her sexual independence from their marriage? Or was she merely going along with the flow, keeping up with the conversation, maintaining a front to win Gerard’s trust for the rest of the night, since she’d been rumbled in attempting to keep her marital status a secret?
There was something so sexy about the way she was talking, though. The self-confidence, the assertion, the way she embraced the wickedness of adultery.
Noah sat there behind the curtain, hard as a rock, desperate to take his wife back and make her his again—but quietly jubilant that his wife wanted more than just this one-night Hall Pass.
‘You decided to fuck me,’ Gerard said, looking down at his loins, ‘so I respected your decision.’
Adrienne laughed, and Noah saw that the man’s cock, locked in her two hands now, was stiffening up again rapidly. Jesus. The man needed no recovery time. ‘You’re a stud and a feminist,’ she giggled.
Gerard smiled. ‘Chicks dig a feminist.’
‘Especially if he has a big dick,’ she said, holding up the aforementioned article, to gaze at it as though it was made of purest diamond.
‘Uh-huh…’ the big man moaned as Adrienne slipped her lips around the head of that huge thing once again.
God, she looked addicted to that thing. Noah was both strangely aroused by the notion, and just plain terrified. What if she was now spoiled for average-sized men like himself? Stretched beyond the point where her husband could give her pleasure.
And yet, if she ended up needing something large to get her truly going, there was something weirdly exciting about her having the freedom to go out there and get it.
As he watched, he noticed that Adrienne was quietly touching herself while she was licking and sucking on her new lover’s cock, stroking its length with her cheeks, her neck, even her breasts, as though more to feel it against her, and revel in the unfamiliarity of another man’s cock, than to actually give him pleasure.
He felt a warm glow inside him, watching her like that. It somehow emphasized to him that this was all an experience he had given Adrienne. Sure, the Hall Pass had been intended to mitigate his own bad behavior, but at the end of the day Adrienne had not intended to use it fully, to its final conclusion like this. She’d just wanted to teach him a lesson. But instead of some kind of petty emotional payback between husband and wife, it had really turned on its head, it had become an incredible sexual adventure for them to share.
If, that was, she still wanted to return to her husband after this incredible experience. If she didn’t… well, then this would all turn out to be one big tragic mistake for Noah.
For mental stability, he had to trust that such a worst case scenario was not going to happen.
In the meantime, though, he felt so very tired, so completely drained of energy, that he wasn’t sure he would be able to cope with another round of watching Adrienne with her new lover. And what would happen if he passed out, and then he was discovered?
It was already getting intense again. Adrienne had his large member locked between her breasts, her hands firmly cupping herself to keep him there as she rocked back and forth, gently pumping him. Noah watched agog—this was not something she’d ever done with him—for a while, feeling his pulse beginning to race again, his cock throbbing hard.
Gerard moaned as she toyed with him, and it struck Noah that the excitement he felt was for Adrienne feeling like she could break the rules with this stranger, do things she didn’t usually do.
‘God that feels good…’ Gerard groaned, and Noah felt his curiosity tempting him to stay, to stick it out and see what Adrienne did next, what else she might do that she’d never done with her husband.
But he was also wondering if the two of them were absorbed in each other enough
for him to sneak out of the room. He was even thinking maybe he’d be able to crawl along the floor—slither like a snake if he had to—and if he was lucky they wouldn’t see.
It was just too much risk. And with that big mirror behind the TV, it just added to the visibility anyone on the bed would have around them.
Then Adrienne said to Gerard, ‘You know, there’s something I always wanted to try…’
Noah’s ears pricked up. What was she talking about?
‘Okay…’ Gerard said.
Adrienne knelt up, and was actually blushing faintly. ‘I… never tried it before…’
Noah felt the butterflies stirred up in his stomach again, a touch of nausea. What had Adrienne never done before sexually?
Well, there was one thing that immediately sprang to mind, something Noah had never done, either. But that was just plain shocking for him to even contemplate.
‘A virgin, huh?’ Gerard chuckled, that broad smile sweeping across his face once again.
‘You’d have to go easy on me,’ she said, in a little voice that made her seem suddenly much younger than she was.
‘Oh, I can go as easy as you like.’
Noah felt flames flickering inside his chest. Was she really going to… would she really do that with this guy?
And at the same time, he was as hard as he’d ever been, his cock throbbing, his heart racing, his blood vessels roaring with adrenaline.
Adrienne giggled, ‘Okay… so why don’t we take a nice hot shower together, and maybe I’ll pluck up the courage…’
Noah tried to calm down, taking long, deep breaths as quietly as he could. It wasn’t as though Adrienne was doing anything wrong, per se. The Hall Pass they’d both agreed had not exactly stipulated any kind of limits on what she did with her chosen suitor.
But Jesus… was she really going to let this stranger take her anal cherry?
He watched them, aghast, as they went through into the little bathroom and—mercifully—closed the door behind them. He heard the shower starting up, the sound of the shower curtain being pulled aside. The sound of their voices, chatting and laughing, muffled by the bathroom door.
For a while, Noah just sat there, somewhat stunned. Was she really going to do it? But Gerard’s cock was so unbelievably huge… surely she wouldn’t want that for her first time. And yet from the evening’s evidence, he got the feeling that his wife was bold enough to at least try it. God knew she’d gotten on board this whole fantasy of sleeping with another man fairly quickly after realizing Noah wanted more than just the tease of the Hall Pass idea.
Well, what was he afraid of? That it would be another thing she would be desperate to get from other men, because she didn’t feel comfortable doing such a thing with her husband? Hardly something he’d lose her to.
And, it was kind of hot, in a way. That she wanted to experiment, that she wanted to do something so dirty, so taboo.
Beneath the sound of the shower, he heard Adrienne moaning again, and it snapped Noah out of his daze. He suddenly realized this was his prime opportunity to escape the room—if not now, then perhaps he’d never get another chance. His curiosity might be pushing him to stay and find out what happened with his wife’s little experiment, but his tired and aching body was crying out for a break. He needed a little fresh air, even though it turned him on to breathe that wicked scent of his wife’s infidelity. He needed to sit down—and probably lie down somewhere. He needed sleep, even though to sleep would be to skip over this most exciting of times, his wife’s ongoing adultery.
With some regret and more than a little trepidation, he broke from his hiding place, slipping out from behind the curtain to weave his way past the little table and chairs in the corner of the room, and head past the bed. As he was passing the bed he saw Adrienne’s little white lacy thong lying forlorn on the carpet. He stooped to pick it up.
He passed the bathroom and nearly jumped out of his skin as Adrienne let out a sharp cry. It took a moment for him to be certain she was crying out in pleasure, but for a moment while he was next to the bathroom door it seemed so close to him that she was either responding to him being there, or crying out to him for help. Nevertheless, he managed to pass by and just about get the door out of the room open and closed behind him without making much of a sound. Only the door’s locking mechanism re-engaging gave him trouble once he had left the room, but walking away down toward the elevators he could only hope that the lovers in the bathroom would be so focused on each other that they would not hear it.
Then he was away, the air in the hallway seeming chilled by comparison to the room, with only the faint smell of cleaning products and new carpeting to accompany him down to the elevators.
As he waited to descend back down to the ground level, Noah held the little scrap of lace up to his nose and breathed in a chestful of his wife’s personal scent, the dark smell of her arousal. He almost needed it just to check he’d not just dreamed that whole bizarre experience watching Adrienne with another man.
Then he slipped the tiny thong back into his pocket, and quietly made his way to the hotel bar, which seemed like the only place still open now that the wedding festivities had come to an end.
Chapter Eight
A drink would help him figure out what he was going to do all night, since he was apparently shut out of his room until the morning under the terms of the Hall Pass. It might also help him cope with the idea that Adrienne was going to be with Gerard all night, doing things she apparently wouldn’t even consider doing with her husband. The burn of the Bourbon going down his throat offered some small distraction.
Sitting there, it was almost like some kind of a dream going on. Was his wife really up in a room in this very hotel, getting plowed by a stranger she’d met at a wedding? After a couple of Bourbons, he had to retrieve her thong from his underwear just to confirm that it was really happening.
He held it up to his nose, inhaled that sexy smell. The dark spice of her arousal, of her pussy made soaking wet by the actions of another man.
God, the man was about to take his wife’s ass. Nobody had ever done that, she’d never even considered it before as far as Noah knew, and certainly hadn’t offered it to him. Yet here she was, acting like some rebellious teenager.
If he hadn’t been so very turned on by the idea, he probably would have been horrified.
Next thing he knew, the lifelong nonsmoker would probably be sharing a post-coital cigarette with her new lover, hanging out of the window in an effort to escape the hotel’s no smoking policy.
Oh but it was so sexy, the way she was being. Slutty. Not a great word for it, but getting there. A man would probably have just been labeled ‘adventurous’ or ‘eager’ or something like that. The language had to catch up with the times.
‘Well, hello there!’
He recognized the voice, of course. Just hadn’t expected it here, at this particular wedding.
The blonde.
Quietly, he squirreled away his wife’s stolen underwear, hoping desperately that he hadn’t been caught with it.
‘Are you stalking me?’ he asked her, without even attempt at small talk, neglecting any effort to be witty or charming or wry.
Virginia Lawson, her very own self, was sitting only a few seats down at the bar. Noah received what felt like a small shock in his chest on seeing her there. He didn’t know whether to curse her for spreading the gossip all about his unfortunate wake-up—or hug her and thank her for prompting this night’s incredible sexual adventure with Adrienne.
She looked good in a white dress with a plunging neckline that showed off a lot of her cleavage. She’d had her hair straightened since that night he’d escaped from her room, you might even say she looked a touch more grown-up, if that was possible. But he shivered to gaze upon her again, recalling the image of her naked in that bed, flaunting herself before him. Those long, smooth legs. Her unbelievable porn-star shaven pussy.
‘We all knew each other in high school, right?
’ she said, her tone entirely innocent. Her accent was a little more country than he remembered.
‘But you’re much… you’re younger than she is.’
Virginia shrugged. ‘She was a senior when I was a freshman. Everyone knew her. Most people knew me. We had a small school.’
Noah felt a little crest-fallen. This was all because Adrienne was such an expert at getting invitations to weddings she really needn’t have attended.
‘Couple more weddings later this year I’ll be going to,’ she said with a silent laugh in her smile, ‘Guess maybe you’ll be there, too?’
Noah hadn’t really checked which weddings Adrienne was dragging him to the rest of the year. All he knew was that none of them involved his friends, none of them involved anyone he really knew. Sure, it was possible they were other weddings of Adrienne’s high school Facebook buddies.
‘I didn’t see you at the ceremony,’ Noah said, his tone softer, without the edge of accusation. ‘Or the reception.’
She chuckled, ‘I was keeping a low profile since Adrienne was there.’ Noah felt himself bristling as the blonde stepped down from her stool, and took a few steps toward him, to take the stool beside him.
‘Right,’ he nodded. Again, her explanation seemed reasonable. The bartender came to freshen up their drinks. Vodka and tonic for the blonde. He could smell her perfume—overly sweet, like bubble gum. Made him think of a high school girl, actually. Maybe she hadn’t progressed much since then.
‘Just keeping out of the way, you know?’ she was saying, as though there needed to be further explanation. ‘At least from you guys.’
‘Feeling guilty?’ he asked her.
She shrugged. ‘Didn’t want to get into something with your wife,’ she said, and took a slow sip of her new drink. ‘You know… spoil the wedding and all.’
‘You shouldn’t have said anything…’ Noah said, a hint of menace in his voice.
‘Hey, it was Marie Banyon who spilled, not me.’ Her eyes flashed with self-righteousness for a moment.
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