Hall Pass- Wife Swap Fantasies

by Jamie Hunter

  “That’s you,” he told her. “And me.”

  Naomi nodded mechanically, licking his finger clean. She was too far gone now. Too completely consumed by lust.

  Julian pulled his finger free with a ‘pop’. They stared at it together.

  “What’s Corey going to think of all this?” he asked.

  Naomi said nothing. She was still enjoying his cock, still grinding into it on every downstroke.

  “Well I’ll tell you,” said Julian. “He’s going to want to fuck you. He’ll want to take you right then and there, all wet and sloppy. All full of my come.”

  Her eyes unfocused, her mind working toward a visual. She could imagine her husband doing exactly as he said. The very thought of it was driving her insane.

  “He’ll reclaim your pussy when you get home,” continued Julian, “and he’s going to add his own load too.” His voice was low and heavy. “I know, because I’ve been there. I’ve done it myself.”

  Naomi gasped at a particularly deep thrust. Julian wasn’t exactly hard, but he wasn’t soft either. His cock was still long and thick inside her. It still pressed against places that made her eyes roll back into her head.

  “It’ll be hot in there,” he continued, “so totally fucking wet. Your husband’s going to come so fast, neither of you will even know what happened,” Julian swore. “He’ll come so hard your pussy will be overflowing with his come, all mixed in with mine…”

  Naomi couldn’t take it. She reached down and began rubbing her clit. The back and forth motion contrasted wonderfully with the slow, penetrating thrusts of Julian’s cock. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue slipping deep into her hungry mouth.

  When she came again it seemed to originate from deep within Naomi’s belly. Toes curled, legs spread wide, her pussy clenched tightly in orgasm, flooding her brain with the ecstasy of climax. Through it all her lover continued crashing into her, pushing her thighs so far apart Naomi was afraid he might break her.

  Julian exploded again somehow, an event seemingly triggered by her own screams and cries. Naomi clawed his back as he came, feeling the sharp stubble of his cheek against her skin as he fired another warm load inside her.

  They collapsed beside each other after that, bodies hot, chests heaving. Julian eventually threw her a towel. They both dried off then rolled over, facing each other on the bed.

  A full minute passed, then two. They were staring at each other without blinking. Talking only with their eyes.

  “I’m pretty sure I know what you want next,” Julian finally said.

  Naomi gulped. Her heart still pounded. Her legs ached, and her dripping pussy felt all swollen and full.

  “Room service,” her lover grinned.

  Fifteen

  They shared room service, and even part of a movie. Together they lounged lazily on the bed, enjoying the night, enjoying each other.

  After that, Julian took her again.

  Naomi stopped looking at the clock around midnight. She was beyond caring, totally delirious with the act of both giving and receiving pleasure.

  They fucked again on the bed, and then on the floor. Julian screwed her over the arm of the couch, and she blew him almost to completion on the hotel suite’s leather loveseat.

  Her favorite however, was the balcony.

  Somewhere in the dead of night, after everyone was asleep, they snuck out into the cool night air beyond the big sliding glass door. It was there, bent over the balcony railing and stuffed full of her lover’s cock, that Naomi truly felt like slut.

  The stars shone brightly, illuminating the town and its winding, empty streets. Naomi watched a handful of cars crawl their way along, all while being dogged roughly from behind. All while grunting a series of high-pitched, stifled cries into Julian’s outstretched hand.

  He finished inside her again, thrusting himself deep while Naomi gripped the railing so hard she was afraid she might bend it. Then he took her back to bed, throwing the covers over them both. Throwing his arms around her, pulling her nakedness warmly against his own.

  She woke face-down, in the darkness, to the feel of a hard cock pushing its way inside her. Still groggy, Naomi moaned and spread her legs. She was so tired, so sore. But she still wanted him. Still needed him.

  “Mmmmmm….”

  She bit her lip. Opened herself even more for him.

  “Oh fuck…”

  Julian was on her back now, his entire body covering hers. He pressed down hard, driving himself into her. The weight of him was intense, but amazing. As his arms wrapped themselves around her, the fingers of both his hands hooked their way into her mouth…

  “UNNNGH!!”

  He drove the last few inches home, bottoming out inside her pussy. It hurt, but in the best possible way. Slowly he began to rock forward and back, their two forms moving as one. Naomi’s entire body was ensconced by his.

  She’d never felt more dominated.

  “God…” she gasped. “Oh God…”

  Julian said nothing. He only screwed her pussy harder, and with more desperation. She could hear him grunting into her ear. Feel the sweat dripping off his chin.

  This had nothing to do with her. Not even a little bit.

  This was all for him.

  “Jesus, Julian…”

  Naomi’s cries were whimpers, muffled by Julian’s fingers, and by his hands. He fucked her harder, faster, minute by minute increasing his pace until their cries and groans were frenzied and unsustainable…

  Suddenly he pulled out. Naomi expected him to thrust back in, but then she felt the very tip of his cock pressed against her slick, tightly puckered asshole…

  OH MY GOD!

  She knew she couldn’t take it. Hell, he was so worked up right now, he’d rip her in half. But she felt only the smallest tip push in, even if just a little bit. Even if just a quarter inch…

  Naomi’s eyes flew open in shock and surprise. She opened her mouth to protest…

  … and suddenly he was coming.

  Julian held his cock exactly where it was — a steel rod, pumping jet after jet of hot come straight into her tiny pink asshole. Naomi gasped as she felt it go in; a warm, sticky, never-ending stream of her lover’s boiling seed, filling her up from behind.

  “OH…”

  She felt him milk it dry, stroking it with his fist. Draining his erection of every last possible drop, straight into her ass. By the time he broke the seal between her asshole and the tip of his cock, Julian’s balls were thoroughly empty.

  He rose up and stepped back. Naomi was still flat on her belly, legs spread wide. A sea of come was leaking from her asshole now, dripping its way down onto her already soaked pussy.

  “No holes barred,” Julian said. “Remember?”

  Naomi wriggled herself into the bed, then slowly nodded. She was about to say something when a firm slap on one smooth asscheek cut her off mid-sentence.

  “OW!”

  Something soft landed lightly on her naked back. It took Naomi only a moment to realize it was her dress.

  “Now get up,” Julian commanded. She heard the jingle of a man’s belt buckle. “We’re leaving.”

  The ride back was smooth, the roads dark. Julian drove wordlessly through the streets, while Naomi sat sideways in the passenger seat of the big work truck.

  Even now, her entire body was still trembling.

  “Keep you thighs together,” he told her. “Don’t leak.”

  She sat as stiff as she could, keeping with his advice. Eventually they turned onto her block. A minute later, Julian was guiding his truck silently into her driveway.

  She gathered up her things. Smoothed down her dress as she prepared to climb out.

  “Did you have a good time?” Julian asked.

  Naomi laughed. She couldn’t help it. “What do you think?”

  “I think I kept my promise to your husband,” he said. His eyes dropped to her crotch and he smiled wryly.

  Naomi winced as she jumped out and stoo
d up. Already she could feel something warm leaking down the back of her leg.

  “You sure did.”

  She circled around to the driver’s side, then leaned in to kiss him goodbye. Julian kissed her back.

  “It was fun,” he said. “You were awesome.”

  “So were you,” Naomi replied. The conversation was absurd. Even more so that it was taking place in her driveway… at whatever-the-fuck O’clock in the morning.

  He put the truck in reverse and began to pull away. Before he left, he stopped to look back at her one last time.

  “Naomi?”

  “Yes?”

  “Win another hall pass.”

  As she stared back at him numbly, Julian winked. Then he was off, his truck speeding away into the darkness.

  Naomi was left alone in the driveway, standing in her boots and wrinkled dress. She looked up as a light went on in the upstairs bedroom.

  Corey…

  Her hair was a wreck. Her stockings were shredded, her panties gone. Her legs still trembled from a long night of being used.

  … and both her pussy and asshole were still leaking come.

  Turning in the direction of the front door, her heart began to race. Her husband would have questions, and she’d have answers.

  But going forward, nothing would be the same.

  One

  “And what happened next?”

  Corey’s lips brushed Naomi’s ear, just as his body was pressed against hers. The weight of him felt incredible. Her husband’s broad chest, warm and smooth, crushing itself against her naked breasts.

  “And then…” Naomi paused to catch her breath. Just the recollection had her whole body tingling. “And then his tongue went inside of me. From behind…”

  He sighed and pushed further into her. His thick cock penetrated easily into her wetness.

  “Was it good?”

  “Yes,” Naomi admitted breathlessly. In the shadows of their master bedroom, she clawed at her husband’s back. “God yes.”

  The screwed slowly for half a minute, just savoring the feel of being together. It was four in the morning. A crazy, lazy time.

  “And what else did he do?”

  Naomi paused for a moment. She wasn’t sure how to word things.

  “He… well, he—”

  “He what?”

  She decided to rip the band-aid right off. There really wasn’t any other way.

  “He put his tongue in my ass…”

  Corey shifted, his body thrusting forward. Her legs — already starting to ache from her long night with Julian — were pushed even further apart.

  “He ate your ass out?” her husband asked. His voice was incredulous. “He put his tongue inside you like that?”

  “Uh huh.” Naomi could sense Corey’s excitement, could feel him growing even harder inside her. Any apprehension she might’ve had about recalling the night’s events was melting away. Her husband was obviously loving every second of it.

  “He licked me up and down, from my pussy to my ass. His tongue was everywhere, baby. He slathered me with it, dragged it all over me.” She let out a soft moan. “Everything down there was so fucking wet…”

  And besides, she wanted to tell him everything.

  Naomi could sense a change in her husband’s breathing. He was getting hornier, more turned on. Closer to the inevitable orgasm he’d been holding off on, the entire time she’d been gone.

  He must be so desperate to come, she thought to herself. He’s been on the very edge all night…

  “So he tongue-fucked you — pussy and ass.” Corey grunted. He was thrusting into her slowly now. Doing his best to maintain control. “And then?”

  “That’s when he fucked me,” Naomi breathed. Her eyes closed by reflex as she blissfully remembered the feeling. “He put his cock right up against the entrance to my pussy. I could feel the head, pushing it’s way in… and I thrust back against him.”

  Naomi ground downward now, as if to emphasize her point. Corey was buried all the way inside her. She wrapped her legs around her husband’s waist, hooking her ankles.

  “He started fucking me then,” she went on. “Slow at first, because he was so big. So thick…”

  “Where were his hands?”

  “On my hips.” Naomi slid one hand through her husband’s hair. “His fingers were digging into me. I think he left marks.”

  Oh he definitely left marks.

  “Did his cock feel good?”

  “Shit yes,” Naomi admitted. “So fucking good.”

  “And what was it like?” Corey urged. His voice was a throaty now. More of growl. “Fucking someone new? Spreading your legs for somebody other than your husband?”

  Naomi thought for a moment. “It was different,” she said. “Much dirtier. Nastier.” Her hands came around and squeezed his ass. “It just felt so… forbidden.”

  “Even though I gave you a Hall Pass?”

  “Yes,” she nodded into his shoulder. “Yes. Even though you gave me a— OH!”

  Naomi jumped as Corey shoved himself forward, piercing her in the deepest of places. Her body was spent, her mind still reeling from what she’d been doing for the last six hours. Doing with Julian.

  “Be careful,” she pleaded. “Please baby. I’m sore.”

  “Is your pussy sore?”

  She nodded fearfully. “Yes.”

  “How many times did he fuck you?”

  She closed her eyes again, trying to think. “Four? Five?” Naomi tried to concentrate, but it really was hard to say. There had just been so much sex.

  “And how many times did you come?”

  “Almost as many times,” she breathed. “I think—”

  Corey pulled back so that they were face to face, yet still intimately connected. His hands were on either side of Naomi’s cheeks now. His eyes locked into hers.

  “Did he finish inside you?”

  She allowed her head to move slowly up and down. “Yes.”

  “He filled your pussy up? Shot you so full of come that it leaked out of you?”

  Again Naomi nodded. “Yes, baby.” She swallowed hard. “There was come everywhere, all over the place. In me, on me, running down my legs…” She sighed, just thinking about how hot it was. “He said it was what you wanted.”

  Corey started screwing her again, this time only with his hips. Their noses still touched. Neither one of them could look away.

  “It is what I wanted,” her husband admitted. “And I can tell. Your pussy is drenched right now. So warm, so wet. So full of come…”

  Corey gritted his teeth, squeezing back his own orgasm. Naomi knew it couldn’t possibly be long.

  “T—There’s just one more thing,” Naomi said. It was the one part she wasn’t sure of, but she had to say it anyway. She didn’t want anything to be left out.

  “What baby?”

  “My ass,” said Naomi. Her legs were so far apart now she could barely stand it. “He also came in my ass…”

  At this Corey’s eyes shot open in astonishment. “You let him fuck you in the ass?”

  “No, no, no…” Naomi backtracked. “I— well, he just—”

  “Because if he did, that’s fine,” said Corey. “Your Hall Pass did say ‘no holes barred’.”

  But Naomi shook her head.

  “No. He just… he pulled out of me, that last time, and he just…”

  Naomi went on to describe how Julian, after spending all night long coming inside her pussy, had put his last load in her ass. How he’d pushed just the very tip inside, and used his hand to milk one final load of warm come straight into her asshole.

  “He said he wanted me leaking from both holes,” she told her husband, “when he dropped me off.”

  Corey listened until she was finished. Then he withdrew, pushed her legs back, and examined her carefully. Naomi knew what he saw; she could still feel a steady stream of Julian’s come dribbling from between her asscheeks.

  “Holy fuck,” her hus
band swore. He looked up at Naomi and grinned. “Baby, that’s so fucking hot.”

  “It is?” Naomi asked innocently.

  “Oh yeah.”

  Relief flooded through her. She was so glad her husband wasn’t upset, or jealous, or anything she feared he could be. In fact, it was just the opposite.

  Corey straddled one of Naomi’s legs, and slid the other one over his shoulder. He rolled her sideways and entered her again, scissoring into her with a groan.

  “There’s an awful lot of come in there,” he grunted. Naomi watched as he husband’s eyes closed in ecstasy. “It’s so hot, so slippery. You’re packed so fucking full of it.”

  She cooed softly into her pillow, her body rocking back and forth with his slow, even thrusts. A finger touched her lips, sliding past her teeth. Naomi took it into her mouth and began sucking on it.

  “You wish that were another cock, don’t you?”

  Naomi nodded obediently. She wanted to make it good for him, wanted to get him off. But the fact was, she did wish it were another cock. Julian’s cock.

  “Think you could suck on one while I fucked you?”

  She groaned as Corey pushed in deep. A second finger slid alongside the first, probing her mouth. Again she nodded.

  “That’d be hot, wouldn’t it? Taking Julian down your throat while I fucked you? Sucking on my cock while he slid his big dick inside of you?”

  The words were hotter than they had any right to be. They made her queasy with excitement.

  “Maybe one day…”

  Suddenly it happened: Corey came. He did it with a long, low hiss — a slow, delicious release from an entire night of edging himself to the brink of climax. Naomi felt his cock pumping inside her, swelling thick with each powerful spurt and spasm. He groaned and dug his fingers into her ass as he emptied himself into her body, filling her pussy with it’s fourth or fifth load that night.

  “Oh…my…”

  Frothy white come spilled out from around the edges of her labia. It coated Corey’s shaft entirely. Dripped down her leg, smearing all over the bed…