by Jamie Hunter
“…God…”
Naomi squirmed and twisted beneath him as her husband kept coming and coming. It felt like his climax would go on forever. It was by far the biggest load she’d taken since the whole crazy night started.
“Holy shit, Cory.”
He rolled off of her when he was finished. The entire area between Naomi’s legs was a sopping, dripping wreck. She ran her fingers through it and they came back coated with wetness.
She didn’t even have the energy to get up. Naomi lay back, arms out, legs apart. Utterly spent.
She heard Corey chuckle softly. The last thing she remembered was her husband wrapping his warm body around her from behind, then pulling the covers over them both.
Not even a minute later Naomi was passed out cold.
Two
She slept almost until noon — the first time she’d actually done such a thing since college. She woke up refreshed, but still achy. Sated, but starving.
The superheated water of the shower felt absolutely glorious on her body. When Naomi had washed away the sins of the previous night — at least physically — she started to feel like a person again. In the kitchen, Corey gave her a kiss and fixed her lunch. She’d missed breakfast. Even missed their morning run.
The day passed like any other Sunday; leisurely and laid back. Naomi ran her errands, did some shopping. She cooked dinner for her in-laws. Served salad and garlic bread.
Through it all, she thought about Julian.
It was insane, how much of an impact one night could have on Naomi’s usually-focused mind. She could still feel his hands, could still smell his body pressed up against hers. And yet, here was Corey. Her gorgeous husband. The one who’d given her permission to enjoy a night off from their marriage, so she could experience something — and someone — wholly different.
She loved him for that.
That night at dinner, as they all laughed and toasted from the perfectly set table, Naomi caught Corey’s eye and they shared a look. Only he knew the truth. The rest of them had no inkling of the debauchery that had take place last night. No idea about where she’d gone, or how many times she’d been bent over and fucked in some strange hotel… by someone other than her husband.
No, Naomi was the perfect hostess. The perfect wife.
On the surface, anyway.
They made love again that night, screwing like newlyweds while replaying the same crazy scene in their heads. Naomi was less tired this time around. More easily plied for information. She gave her husband better descriptions and more vivid details, bringing his excitement to a fever pitch while he pounded her already-sore pussy with his rock-hard cock.
It was great. Fantastic. The best sex they’d had in months…
But Naomi still couldn’t stop thinking about Julian.
It wasn’t until Monday that she saw Melissa.
So far, she hadn’t even texted her. For some reason, that was the one part of the equation Naomi felt guilty about: ‘cheating’ with her friend’s husband. Using the Hall Pass, screwing Julian… those things she’d rationalized in her mind and was now okay with. But she still had the strange idea that she’d somehow betrayed her friend, even though Melissa had given Naomi her full and enthusiastic blessing.
They met at the coffee house, and tucked into their favorite corner. As Melissa approached, drinks in hand, Naomi’s nervousness came rushing back.
“So how was it?” Melissa asked excitedly. She sank into the opposite chair and put their coffee down on the table between them.
Naomi let out a slow breath. It was just like her friend to come right out and say it.
“Well,” she started. “It was…”
Her friend stared at her eagerly, hanging on Naomi’s every word. She wanted to downplay it a bit, to maybe take the edge off. But she also knew she owed her the truth.
“Okay, it was awesome,” Naomi admitted. She even grinned.
Melissa laughed and clapped her hands together. “I knew it! I knew you’d love it!”
Her friend looked thoroughly overjoyed — legitimately happy for her. Naomi relaxed a bit. She even blushed.
“Alright, out with it,” said Melissa. “The whole thing. Gimmie all of the details.”
Naomi’s brows came together in confusion. “You mean he didn’t tell you?”
“Oh, Julian? Of course he told me.” Melissa looked excited now. Beyond excited. “But he always leaves stuff out. He’s nowhere near as good a storyteller as you.”
Naomi stared back at her friend. There was a fire in her eyes that wasn’t there before.
She gets off on this, she realized. This is just like sex to her…
“You sure you wanna hear it?”
Melissa nodded eagerly. “Every last juicy drop.”
Naomi shrugged. “Okayyyyy….”
They spent the next thirty minutes leaning in, sipping coffee, and talking low. Naomi went into explicit detail on how Julian had picked her up, and all the butterflies that bounced around in her belly as he began touching her in the car. Once in the hotel, they’d fucked everywhere — on the bed, in the hot tub, even bent over the railing on the outside balcony.
Naomi’s descriptions were vivid. With each one, Melissa seemed to grow more excited. Her hands clawed at her coffee cup. Her eyes burned with a seemingly unquenchable desire to hear more.
It was so strange, talking like this. Telling her close friend about how throughly her husband had just fucked her. But Naomi did it. She did it mostly because Melissa made it so comfortable for her. And because, truth be told, she liked talking about it, as well.
“And he came inside you?” she was asking. “Every single time?”
“Yes,” Naomi replied. “And it was hot. So fucking hot. And then—”
“—you went home to Corey,” she finished for her. “And he fucked you too. And he probably came buckets.”
She nodded and took the last sip of her coffee. “Uh huh. And Mel? Holy shit, I was never such a mess before.”
Her friend laughed out loud. “I know. Corey told me.”
Naomi stopped talking. Her brow furrowed. “He did?”
“Oh yeah. He text-messaged me afterward. Actually, we were texting each other the entire night, while you two were out.”
Naomi looked back at her. For a long moment, she didn’t say anything.
“Relax,” Melissa chuckled. “It was totally innocent. The two of us were just sitting at home, a little bored, but also thrilled. You know, wondering out loud what you guys were up to.”
A feeling crawled over Naomi, starting at the pit of her stomach. At first she thought it was jealousy, but it wasn’t. There was no reason to be jealous of a phone conversation, especially after what she’d just done with Julian.
No, it definitely wasn’t jealousy. The feeling was wholly different. And then, all of a sudden, Naomi realized what it was.
It was an adventurous sort of… excitement.
“What did you do when Julian got back?” Naomi found herself asking.
“Who, me? Oh, I jumped on him the second he was through the door,” Melissa laughed. “We brought each other off right there on the couch. But honestly, I’ve never seen him that spent. You wore him out!”
More like he wore himself out, Naomi mused. On me.
“So I guess it worked out for everyone then?” Melissa offered.
Naomi was lost in thought. She was staring over Melissa’s shoulder, unfocused, at some distant point far away. Thinking…
Thinking about how incredible the whole thing had been.
“Hello?”
“Uh, sorry,” said Naomi. “Zoned out.”
Melissa laughed. “Sure did. Still going over it, huh?”
She almost lied. Almost. But it would’ve done no good anyway.
“Yes.”
“His cock is big, isn’t it?” said Melissa out of the blue. Her friend was grinning with pride.
“Oh yeah.”
“Julian said you took it
like a champ.”
Once more, Naomi blushed. She didn’t know what to say. How in the hell do you react to something like that?
“I… I guess I did. Sure.”
The truth was, she couldn’t get Julian — or his big cock — out of her mind. Ever since Saturday, it was all Naomi could think about. When she closed her eyes, it was all she could see.
When Melissa spoke again, her next sentence threw Naomi. The implication of her friend’s statement put her thoughts in an immediate tailspin.
“You’re thinking about doing it again, aren’t you?”
Three
Naomi’s mouth went dry. All of a sudden there was a lump in her throat.
“What?”
“Well you do, don’t you?” Melissa continued. “Want to do it again, I mean.”
Naomi gulped. In actuality, she hadn’t even thought about it. The stupid adult board game she’d won had given her a one-night exemption from her marriage — the Hall Pass — and Naomi had already redeemed it. That was it, really. As far as she was concerned, it was all over.
But then she could still hear Julian’s words. The last thing he said to her after dropping her off in her driveway:
“Naomi? Win another Hall Pass…”
She shook her head as if to clear it. Melissa was still waiting on some kind of answer.
“I— We…” She hesitated. Stumbled over the words. “No, of course we can’t.”
“And why not?”
“Because I already used my Hall Pass. I’m not sure Corey would let me have another.”
Would he?
“And hell,” Naomi continued, “I’m not sure you’d let Julian either.”
Melissa stared back at her. One corner of her mouth was twisted into some sort of wicked-looking grin.
“I mean…” Naomi faltered, “am I right?”
Her friend’s eyes burned again with the same fire as before. The same glimmering spark as when Naomi was telling her story.
“What if we did a little Quid Pro Quo?” Melissa asked her.
Naomi blinked. “Quid Pro…”
“Tit for tat,” Melissa said. She laughed immediately at the joke. “So to speak.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about swapping husbands,” Melissa said simply, “yours for mine. Just for the night, anyway. You send Corey over to me, I send Julian by you.”
Naomi’s stomach dropped. The lump in her throat suddenly felt ten times bigger.
“Corey? You want to fuck Corey?”
“Sure!” Melissa beamed. “Honey I don’t know the last time you looked, but your husband is hot.”
She blinked in response. Sure, Corey was hot. Every bit as hot as Julian. The two of them worked hard, their bodies molded tight by long hours at their construction jobs. Foolishly enough, it just never occurred to Naomi that any of her friends might consider her husband in a sexual way.
Much less Melissa.
“I— I don’t know…”
“What don’t you know about?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know if I could watch Corey with another girl, for one.”
“Well you wouldn’t have to watch…” Melissa said coyly. “Unless of course, you wanted to.”
Naomi made a pouty but playful face. Melissa laughed.
“But does the thought turn you on?” her friend finally asked. The question hung out there for a few seconds, unanswered between them. “Be honest,” Melissa added.
Naomi took a moment to think about it. Somewhere down in the pit of her stomach, beyond all the jealousy and the doubt… she could feel a rolling, churning excitement. Even a thrill.
“Maybe.”
Melissa nodded as if she understood. Naomi realized she probably did.
“And if your husband were to screw someone else,” she went on, “wouldn’t it be better if it were me, rather than some stranger?”
That part Naomi didn’t know. She took another moment, did a little soul searching. In the end she couldn’t decide either way.
“I— I guess it would,” she admitted.
All at once she realized her heart was racing, just like it was on Saturday night. She remembered the feeling of waiting for Julian to pick her up: nervousness mixed with excitement. Apprehension mixed with an overwhelming desire.
Could she really give Corey a Hall Pass? And with Melissa?
She didn’t know.
But what if it meant another night with Julian?
Her heart started pounding. She could feel the blood rushing to her face.
“Look,” said Melissa placatingly. “It’s only sex. That’s all it would be.”
“Yeah,” said Naomi. “I know. That’s what Corey said, too.”
“And he’s right. It’s nothing more, nothing less. That’s how it was for you on Saturday, right?”
Naomi nodded, knowing her friend was right. It was just sex… or lust… or whatever you wanted to call it. But it was definitely not love.
“Well, think about it,” Melissa said finally. “You don’t have to answer now. Honestly, something like this isn’t for everyone. Only a handful of people out there can handle it.”
Her friend’s words relieved her, but Naomi also considered them as a challenge. Cory was obviously able to handle it — and even handle it well. So why not her? She certainly wasn’t a prude. So exactly what was so different about it the other way around?
“I’ll… I’ll have to—”
“You do that,” Melissa smiled.
Four
It was three more days before she brought it up. Three days of thinking, of deliberating, of searching her feelings.
And yes, three more days of thinking about Julian.
Giving herself over once more — that was the easy part. Julian had already fucked her six ways to Sunday, quite literally. They’d already been together, slept together. So what would another meeting hurt?
Naomi decided it wouldn’t. Corey had proven to be more than okay with it. Their sex life was fantastic, and their marriage stronger than ever.
No, that wasn’t it. It was the idea of Corey together with Melissa that gave Naomi any pause.
As the days went by however, she turned that idea over and over in her mind. And the more she thought about it? The more it actually turned her on.
He let you do it… the little voice in her head said. Why wouldn’t you let him?
In retrospect it did seem a little selfish. A bit insecure. Corey loved her more than anything — always had, always would. Naomi asked herself honestly if she was afraid of losing him through something like this. And every time she did? The answer was always no.
Wouldn’t it be hot, though? Going out with Julian… being taken by him again?
The thought was intoxicating.
All while knowing Corey was out screwing someone else too?
In the end it was the tingle between her legs that won out. Because just as Naomi found herself getting wet every time she thought about her night with Julian… she also found herself excited whenever she thought about Corey doing the same thing.
And its only Melissa.
As the idea began normalizing itself, Naomi began getting even more excited about it. Melissa had always been hot, slutty, and sexy cool. She could totally picture her screwing her husband… and even better, she could picture Corey loving every moment of it.
It was Thursday night when she decided to pull the trigger. Once again, it was like walking off a cliff.
“How’d you like to screw Melissa?” she asked her husband casually.
It was during their morning run. Four-thirty in the morning. The sun hadn’t even cracked the sky yet, and the two of them were covered in sweat.
“Melissa’s hot,” Corey smiled. “You know that.”
They turned the last corner, back onto their block. She’d intentionally waited until they were in the home stretch.
“Yes, but would you sleep with her?”
Cor
ey shrugged as he ran. “Sure, in theory. I don’t know a guy who wouldn’t.”
Their feet kept pounding the pavement. Naomi’s legs felt heavier than usual.
“What if I told you she wants to fuck you?”
Corey slowed, and then stopped. He put his hands on his hips, his chest heaving as they turned to face each other.
“For real?” Her husband actually looked surprised.
“Yes. For real.”
Corey blinked. “What’s the catch?”
Naomi moved into him, then placed a hand over his chest. She could feel his heart thumping wildly.
“Well…” she said carefully, “Melissa suggested a straight swap. You’d go over there, and be with her, and she’d send Julian over to me.”
“And you’d be okay with that?” Corey squinted.
Naomi looked him right in the eye. She wanted to be honest. “Yes. I would.”
Her husband made the same face he always did when mulling something over. But his expression masked excitement too. The same sort of excitement she saw in his eyes Saturday night, as Julian was on his way to pick her up.
“If I’m being honest,” Naomi went on, “I’ve thought about it a lot. And the more I do, the more it turns me on.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “The whole thing is just hot. Melissa’s gonna fuck your brains out. I know she is. And you know what?” She smiled slyly. “I have a feeling you’re going to give it to her just as good.”
Corey grinned back fiendishly. Naomi was pretty sure she could feel his heart moving even faster than when they’d stopped their run.
“And when does all of this take place?” he asked.
“Tomorrow night,” she replied. “If you’re up for it, that is.”
“Oh I’m up for it.”
Naomi felt suddenly dizzy. She wished she hadn’t already finished her water bottle.
Holy shit. This is really going to happen…
Her mind spun. It felt like there was a lead weight sitting in the pit of her stomach.
“Let’s get home and finish talking about this,” Corey suggested. “I want to hear more about this conversation you had with Melissa…” He looked at her suspiciously. “Especially the part about her wanting to fuck my brains out.”