Hall Pass- Wife Swap Fantasies

by Jamie Hunter

  She knew her husband was looking at her — could feel his gaze on her like a heavy blanket. But she couldn’t look. She didn’t dare turn in Corey’s direction…

  “Alright,” said Gage at last. “Now whose turn was it?”

  Four

  The rest of the game passed in a daze for Naomi.

  She remembered playing some more, and moving her game piece mechanically around the board. The rolls were less aggressive after that, and not so many Action Cards were drawn. Melissa had to massage Gage’s feet. Victoria had to flash her bare ass at the entire group.

  None of that stuff mattered. All Naomi could think about was Julian, crushing her body against him. The smell of him. The feel of his hands, on her body…

  “Well I’m out,” Corey said, grinning in nothing but his boxers. It was one of the rules when playing with the blue cards: once a player was down to a single article of clothing, it was game over for them. If they’d been playing with the red cards however, they’d go on until naked.

  Victoria was out next. She ended up topless; stripped down to a pretty pair of pink panties. She’s got some great tits, Naomi thought to herself. Big and natural…

  “Go,” said Melissa, and Naomi snapped back to reality. She rolled the dice… and got two sixes.

  “Damn,” said Gage. “I think you just won.”

  They counted out the spaces. Naomi’s playing piece advanced all the way to the final multi-colored circle at the center of the game board. Printed there were the words “WINNER,” and beneath that, “HALL PASS.”

  Her husband dropped a hand on her shoulder. “Good job babe.”

  “So that’s it?” Victoria asked. “That’s the end?”

  “Yup,” said Melissa. She had the rules out, and was reading from them. “Gage, give it to her.”

  Gage reached into the box and pulled out one of the pre-printed WINNER cards. He handed it to Naomi, and she turned it over for everyone to see:

  “Wow,” said Victoria. “Nice going, you got the Hall Pass.” She chuckled. “And look, no ‘holes’ barred!”

  Melissa sidled up beside her. Her friend poked her in the ribs. “Looks like you’re in for some fun,” she chided. Although she was laughing, her eyes flashed with a strange excitement. “No expiration date, either.”

  “Yeah, but Corey still has to sign it,” Gage chuckled. “Fat chance of that.”

  “You don’t think I will?” Corey smirked. “Go on, get me a pen! I’ll sign it right now…”

  The group laughed some more as they broke the game down together, stuffing it back into the box. Then they got dressed. Naomi saw Melissa strap her skirt back on, enjoyed watching Victoria struggle into her skin-tight jeans. Gage’s massive back tattoos disappeared as he pulled his shirt over his head. And then…

  She glanced over at Julian. He wasn’t paying attention to her now, and that was good. It enabled her to steal a glance at his hard, chiseled body. At his rippled stomach, the muscles of his abdomen ending in that sexy ‘V’ she loved so much.

  “Babe?”

  The ‘V’ that pointed invariably downward. Downward toward…

  “Hey babe,” Corey grinned. He slipped his arm around her waist. “You gonna get dressed?”

  Naomi realized she’d just been standing there doing nothing. Holding the Hall Pass card in her hands.

  “Oh yeah,” she laughed. “I was just—”

  Her husband leaned in and kissed her. It was slower and more sensual than usual, and it sent goosebumps rocketing along Naomi’s body. She found her hands wandering up his broad chest, sliding over his big shoulders…

  “Wow that’s nice,” she grinned, eyes full of stardust. She kissed him some more.

  “Sure is.”

  Naomi’s hands squeezed the hard muscles of Corey’s upper arms. He and Julian were both in the construction business. Both worked hard. Aside from her husband’s dark hair compared to Julian’s dirty blonde? They were both built almost the same.

  He leaned in. Whispered into her ear.

  “Let’s get everyone out of here…”

  Naomi’s eyes closed as her husband began kissing her neck. She shivered with pleasure, then happened to glance up. Julian was staring at her from across the room. His light brown eyes, boring into her blue…

  Then he winked at her.

  Naomi sighed and stepped back. She patted her husband on the chest as she reached for her shirt.

  “I’m with you baby.”

  Five

  They made love that night… with more intensity and ferocity than either of them had seen since their honeymoon.

  Naomi fell back into the soft, cool sheets, spreading her legs wide for her husband. And Corey filled the void between them all too perfectly. He entered her, bigger and harder than she’d felt him in a long time, and she physically swooned as he crushed her against him.

  But Julian…

  The three minutes in the closet had been a momentary lapse of reason. Naomi knew that now. It had been nothing more than the culmination of a silly game, mixed in with the jealousy of having watched her husband and friend kiss. That, of course, plus a little bit of wine.

  Still…

  Even so, she couldn’t help it. She thought of Julian, even as Corey was thrusting inside her. His smooth, hairless chest — hard yet supple. So warm and unyielding, pressed tightly against her in the darkness…

  You wanted him.

  It was a hard admission. But yes, she had wanted him. She’d wanted him in all the ways a woman wants a man — all the hot, dirty ways any woman desires the excitement of a brand new lover. So yes, she’d wanted him. Wanted him with every fiber of her being… for about three straight minutes.

  But you’re married.

  That was the hard part. Reconciling her marriage against her own insatiable desires. Resolving the kiss they shared in the closet wasn’t that hard… after all, Corey had definitely enjoyed kissing Melissa. But his hands. His fingers…

  Naomi sighed as Corey flipped her over. He re-entered her from behind, filling her all the way to the hilt on the first glorious stroke.

  Yes, Julian had touched her. But so what? They were playing a game. It was all within the rules.

  “God, your pussy feel so hot right now,” Corey grunted. His hands went to her waist, his fingers digging hard into her flesh. “So fucking drenched…”

  But was it really? Did the rules really allow her to surrender the way she did?

  Naomi’s eyebrows knit together. She felt pleasure… but also something more.

  Surely she could’ve stopped him. Could’ve taken Julian’s hands off of her and ended their encounter. A kiss was fine. But what they’d done…

  … and then there was Melissa. Her close friend. How the hell could she have done such a thing? To her husband as well as her own?

  “Holy shit…” Corey grunted. He was pounding her even harder now, unable to help himself. “Holy shit…”

  He was losing it quickly. All the extra excitement was too much, apparently.

  “I’m gonna…” he cried out. “I’m going to—”

  Maybe from playing the game.

  “Do it baby,” Naomi whispered sexily, over her shoulder. “It’s okay.”

  “But—”

  She looked right at him, capturing his eyes with hers. As he continued fucking her, Naomi’s mouth curled into a smile.

  “Let it go.”

  He did.

  Corey roared noisily and slammed his cock home one final time. Then he began unloading himself into her pussy. Naomi could feel it shooting deep inside her, her husband flooding her womb with his hot, sticky seed. She closed her eyes, envisioning it all in vivid detail. Seeing it splashing against the innermost walls of her warm, wet cunt…

  But it could be him.

  Her eyes fluttered open in alarm.

  It could be Julian.

  Naomi gasped as Corey finished riding out the last euphoric waves of his monster orgasm. She bucked back against
him, feeling a twinge deep in her pussy that wasn’t there before.

  He could be the one fucking you, she imagined for a moment. Julian’s hands on your hips instead of your husband’s. Julian’s big cock, buried inside you…

  “OHHHHH…”

  Naomi hadn’t expected to come. She’d relegated herself to simply enjoying Corey’s pleasure. To, at least for tonight, giving her body up as nothing more than a vessel for her husband’s desire.

  “OHHHHH FUCK!”

  Instead, something wholly different happened. Her entire pussy spasmed, the muscles squeezing down hard around her husband’s rock-hard erection. An Earth-shattering climax washed over Naomi — large and looming and totally unexpected. It came entirely from out of nowhere, crashing over her in a giant, inexorable wave.

  “FUUUUUCCCK!!!”

  Sensing her climax, Corey began fucking her again. He picked up the pace, screwing her through the last throes of his own dying orgasm. A wet, sloshing sound filled the room with its obscene rhythm. That, plus the musky-sweet scent of their combined sex.

  “Holy shit baby,” Naomi gasped as she finally regained control. “Holy… fucking… shit…”

  He collapsed on top of her for a minute, just holding her beneath him. Naomi enjoyed the weight of him. The feel of him going soft inside her.

  “That was…”

  “Unexpected?” Corey offered. He grinned sheepishly.

  “Yes.”

  With a final grunt her husband pulled his cock free. Naomi looked down, and already there was a river of come flowing out of her pussy.

  “Jesus,” she told him. “Holy shit.”

  All Corey could do was nod.

  She felt wonderful. Spent. Totally used, and yet utterly sated.

  Even so, it took Naomi long hours of staring at the ceiling before she finally managed to drop off to sleep.

  Six

  The next morning Naomi woke feeling awful. And not just from the wine.

  Corey had already gone to work. He left the kitchen alone and empty, save for a lingering whiff of his cologne and the half-full pot of coffee he’d left for his wife.

  No, Naomi felt awful for what had happened with Julian. And worse, for feeling horny about it.

  I have to tell him, she told herself. The very thought of it left her stomach queasy with despair.

  For some reason, Naomi’s day off seemed to drag on and on. Maybe it was because her daily errands seemed to take forever. Instead of approaching them with her usual gusto, she’d been dragging ass all day.

  I’ll tell him, she finally conceded. It’s the only right thing to do.

  It was times like these that forced Naomi to realize how much she valued her marriage. Sure they had their ups and downs, but at the end of the day she cherished her husband. She’d gotten married young, but Corey was a good five years older than she was. He was mature. Happy. A good provider, and a great friend.

  Maybe that’s why she didn’t wait. The very second he got home, Cory hadn’t even finished taking his work clothes off when Naomi was standing before him.

  “I have to tell you something,” she said glumly. “Something bad.”

  Her husband looked up at her curiously. “Oh?”

  “That thing,” she blurted, “last night, with Julian, in the closet…”

  She tried to slow herself down. Tried to be a little more delicate about it.

  “Well we didn’t do nothing. Err, I mean, we did something.”

  Unlacing his boots, Corey raised an eyebrow. He still didn’t stop what he was doing.

  “And?”

  “And we kissed,” she said quickly. Guiltily, she lowered her gaze. “We kissed a lot.”

  He shrugged up at her. “So? It was all part of the game, right?”

  Naomi nodded quickly. She couldn’t believe how well he was taking it.

  But she had to tell him the whole story.

  “It wasn’t just kissing,” she admitted. “He… well…” She swallowed hard. When she went on, Naomi was glassy-eyed. “We felt each other up, too.”

  Corey bit his lip. He kicked off his boots. “That all?”

  “No,” she sighed. “Julian… he…” It was difficult to word it without absolving herself of any responsibility. “I…”

  “You let him put a finger inside of you?”

  Naomi’s eyes went wide as silver dollars. Her mouth dropped open.

  “Y—You know?”

  “Yes, I know,” said Corey, matter-of-factly. “I knew last night.”

  She was utterly astonished. She couldn’t believe it.

  “B— But how?”

  “Julian told me,” he shrugged, “right before he left.”

  Naomi shook her head back and forth rapidly, as if to clear it.

  “You have to remember,” he went on, “that Julian and I talk about a lot of things. Just because you and Melissa are good friends doesn’t mean we haven’t become very close ourselves.”

  “So you knew the whole time?”

  “Since it happened, pretty much,” her husband admitted. He stood up and put his hands on either side of her. “Listen, it’s all good.”

  “All good?”

  “Yeah, it’s totally cool.”

  Naomi’s head spun. She’d run this conversation through her mind a hundred times today, and this was the last thing she expected.

  “But—”

  “Listen,” Corey went on. “You saw Melissa kiss me last night. The way she did it. The way I kissed her back…”

  She nodded slowly, remembering. The vision made her belly churn.

  “So you were jealous, right?”

  Naomi shrugged. “A little bit I guess,” she lied.

  “No, you were definitely jealous. And when it came to be your turn, you took Julian in the closet to get me back. Or to get Melissa back. Or maybe even the both of us. I get it.”

  Naomi didn’t know what to think. Half of her was relieved her husband wasn’t mad. The other half wanted to be angry with him that he didn’t care.

  “So you’re not mad?” she asked.

  “Not even a little bit.”

  “You sure?”

  “I’m sure.” Corey tilted her chin up to face him. Her husband’s expression had the hint of a sly grin. “Actually, I thought it was pretty hot…”

  Naomi’s stomach did a somersault. She blinked.

  “Y— You did?”

  “Uh huh,” he nodded. “And you know what? I think you thought it was hot too.”

  Her heart raced. She hoped he wouldn’t notice her skin turning red, her face flushing crimson before his eyes.

  “I also think that’s why you came so hard last night,” he told her. “Because you were thinking of Julian while you were fucking me.”

  Naomi opened her mouth to protest, but her husband’s lips closed over her own. He kissed her long and hard, exactly the way she liked it. The way that had given her such goosebumps the night before.

  “It’s all good,” he repeated. “You know that, right?”

  Relief flooded over Naomi as she nodded. The guilt was finally gone. She’d done the right thing. Corey wasn’t even mad — in fact, just the opposite.

  None of that could explain the whole flock of butterflies bouncing around in her stomach.

  Seven

  The two of them stayed up that night, watching television. They were still tired from the party, and even more from what they’d done afterward. When some old 80’s movie came on, and Corey fell asleep to it, Naomi knew she wouldn’t be far behind.

  He thought it was hot?

  Her husband’s words had been comforting, but they were confusing as well. Did he say it just to make her feel better? Or was he actually turned on by the idea of his wife… getting fingered by his friend?

  Naomi decided it had to be the former. It was one thing to be cool about what happened in the closet; to chalk it up to a sexy game taken a bit too far. But it was quite another to feel turned on by it…

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bsp; But what if he was?

  She shook the thought away as ridiculous. Corey loved her. Their marriage was great. There wasn’t any jealousy, on either side. In fact—

  But what about what he said?

  Naomi stiffened. It was something she’d been trying not to think about.

  Were you really thinking about Julian? she wondered. Were you thinking about some other guy… while your husband was fucking you?

  Her thoughts wandered aimlessly through her tired mind. It was easy to chalk it up to nonsense, to paranoia. Yet when she focused?

  The truth was a bit troubling.

  It’s only a fantasy, she assured herself. Totally harmless.

  Yes, that was it. After their encounter in the closet, Naomi had every right to chalk it up to an overactive libido. A harmless fantasy, summoned up by a horny mind in the heat of the moment.

  Everyone has thoughts like this. Even Corey.

  Satisfied with her explanation, Naomi drifted off to peaceful, guilt-free sleep.

  Saturday morning dawned bright and clear. Naomi rolled out of bed, slipped downstairs, and found a big mug of coffee already poured for her. She picked it up and savored the first sip.

  “Morning!”

  Her cheerful greeting fell on a silent, empty house. No answer.

  Corey must be out running errands.

  He did that a lot. On the weekends, it was kind of his thing.

  Or maybe he went fishing…

  It wouldn’t be the first time. It also wouldn’t be—

  Naomi stopped mid-thought. Resting up against the coffee maker was a rectangular slip of blue and white paper.

  It was the Hall Pass.

  She laughed as she picked it up. “One full night off from your marriage,” she read out loud. “No rules. No limits. No holes barred.”

  Naomi smirked and took a long pull from her coffee mug. “Cute.”

  She went to put it down, but something stopped her. Something caught her eye…

  The Hall Pass card was signed.