Hall Pass- Wife Swap Fantasies

by Jamie Hunter

  Naomi laughed, albeit nervously.

  “I’ll bet you do.”

  Five

  Thursday dragged its way into Friday. And Friday dragged out all day.

  Naomi woke up wet, just thinking about what was to come. Julian… picking her up again. Taking her out, fucking her senseless. She wondered if his instructions would’ve been the same; to fill her up with as much come as he possibly could. Just the thought of it had her legs trembling.

  But even more… the anticipation of Corey, too. Naomi had butterflies all day, just imagining her husband starting the car and driving away. Leaving here there, waiting to be picked up by Julian… while he himself was on his way to fuck her friend.

  The rules were simple: there were no rules. Corey could do anything he wanted. Have anything done to him by Melissa…

  And just like last time, the same went for her.

  No rules. No limits. No holes barred. As silly as it was, the little cardboard Hall Pass had been pretty specific.

  “Have fun,” Naomi had told her husband, kissing him on the doorstep. The kiss lasted longer than usual. Was filled with even more than the usual fire and passion, knowing that soon her husband’s tongue was going to be buried in another woman’s mouth and pussy.

  It was the fifteen minutes alone that killed her. The wait for Julian. The anticipation of what he’d want to do with her, where he’d want to go.

  He can take me upstairs if he likes, she thought. That much they’d already discussed. She’d asked his opinion, and Corey didn’t mind one bit if they screwed on their marital bed. “He’s already used my wife,” her husband had joked. “What difference does it make if he uses my bed?”

  The word ‘used’ always got her. It made Naomi feel dirty, like she was doing something wrong. But it also made her hot. It made her feel like surrendering her body; giving herself completely over to anything and everything…

  Her heart skipped at beat as she heard the rumble of Julian’s truck. It blazed up the block, then pulled sharply into the driveway. The engine was still running. Idling noisily… waiting for her.

  So much for the marital bed, she thought with a smile.

  Naomi locked the front door of her empty house and jumped eagerly in the cab of Julian’s pickup truck. Her short little skirt bounced around her thighs as she climbed inside.

  She was ready for anything.

  The ride was like last time, except that it wasn’t.

  After a quick hello kiss, Julian began to drive. Just like last time, the butterflies faded as the miles rolled out beneath them. Naomi began to feel comfortable again, and the excitement took over. She scooted closer to him in the driver’s seat, and he slid one big arm around her.

  “Good girl,” was the first thing he said.

  Naomi chuckled. “What’s so good about me?”

  “You manged to swindle another Hall Pass.”

  That much was true. Their first time together was so electric, so filled with instant chemistry, Naomi could think of nothing else but doing it again. Even though she figured it was a one-shot deal.

  “There was a price of course,” she reminded him. “Corey should already be—”

  “At my house, balls-deep in my wife’s throat?”

  Naomi’s stomach did a backflip. She couldn’t believe he was talking so blunt, so nonchalant. About something so—

  “Does it bug you?” Julian asked her. “That they’re going to fuck?”

  She took a long, deep breath. Searched her feelings.

  “No, actually,” she admitted. “It’s kind of thrilling.”

  “That it is,” Julian agreed. “Melissa’s been waiting all week for you to give her the go-ahead. She’s got some really great stuff planned for your husband.”

  Again, Naomi’s stomach churned. But it wasn’t a bad thing, it was more of an untamed excitement. She imagined Melissa… seducing Corey. Doing all the things with her husband that Naomi usually did with him — and then some.

  A familiar tingle began in her belly. It spread downward, between her legs, at just about the time Julian dropped a hand on her thigh.

  “They’re going to have fun,” Julian reiterated. “Lots of fun.”

  He moved his hand boldly upward, beneath her skirt. As it slid along the smoothness of her upper thigh, Naomi’s breath caught in her throat.

  “But you’re going to have way, way more…”

  Six

  Even while driving, his fingers worked their magic.

  Naomi gasped, leaning back in her seat. Her legs were spread, her skirt open. She even held her panties to one side as Julian continued working his fingers in and out of her, all while stopping for every red light and smoothly making every turn.

  She had no idea where they were, no clue where he was taking her. All Naomi knew was the exquisite pleasure of his thick fingers as they slid, with agonizing slowness, in and out of her dripping pussy.

  By the time he stopped the truck, she was on the brink of a monster orgasm. But instead of getting out — like last time — Julian threw the shifter in ‘park’ and dove headfirst between her legs.

  “Oh God…”

  He pushed her thighs apart, and planted his mouth over Naomi’s pussy. As his tongue lashed against her clit, his fingers continued screwing in and out of her.

  “Oh my God, Julian… JULIAN…”

  She came almost immediately. The penetrating force of his hand, coupled with the addition of his thrashing tongue, pushed Naomi easily over the edge.

  “OHHHH…”

  Julian kept eating her, continued fingerfucking her, throughout her orgasm. She climaxed hard on his stubbled chin, Naomi’s hands shooting downward to enmesh her fingers in his sandy blonde hair. She squeezed him hard with her legs, locking his face in the valley between her thighs. Her hands turned into claws. Her fingernails scraped his scalp…

  “Ohhhh…. Fuck… Fuck yes…”

  Naomi’s ass had left the truck seat long ago. Julian’s hands found their way beneath her cheeks, manipulating her against his mouth. He washed his face with her pussy, pulling it up and down his flat, outstretched tongue. By the time Naomi’s orgasm subsided her lover’s lips were drenched and glistening. From chin to nose, his face was covered in her wetness.

  “Oh baby…”

  Planting both hands on his cheeks, Naomi drew him up and kissed him. Her tongue flicked out, exploring his mouth, exploring the wetness around his mouth and tasting herself all over him.

  She simply couldn’t get enough. Naomi held him there, kissing him, lapping away at him as she reached all new levels of excitement. In the end she sank back, her breasts feeling heavy and full as they heaved up and down on her chest. Julian still had one hand between her legs. She could feel his fingers rubbing in slow, gentle circles…

  Naomi lolled her head sideways and caressed his face. “You can do that to me any time you like,” she smiled.

  “I’ll keep it in mind,” Julian nodded.

  For the first time she looked up. The windows of the truck were mostly steamed over, but she could see well enough through the glass to know where they were.

  “Wow…” she joked softly. “We’re really going to the other end of the spectrum, here.”

  He knew right away what she meant. Last week, Julian had taken her to one of the best, most exclusive hotels in the heart of the city. The one they were at now was at the very outskirts of town. According to the half-lit, half-shattered sign outside, it had ‘jacuzzi tubs’, ‘vibrating beds’, and ‘low, hourly rates.’

  “Makes a girl wonder,” Naomi laughed, “what’s trashier — this hotel, or me?”

  “Definitely you,” smirked Julian. He pushed hard on her clit and she jumped.

  She settled back into the seat again, enjoying the moment. Her legs were still shaking from the magnitude of her orgasm. She wasn’t even sure she could walk yet.

  “I wonder what Corey and Melissa are doing…” she said absently.

  Julian shot
her a mischievous grin. “Do you really wanna know?”

  Naomi blinked. “Sure, why not?”

  “Okay then…”

  As she watched, her lover pulled out his cellphone. He punched a few buttons, and then turned the screen so that it faced her.

  Naomi’s heart dropped into her stomach.

  Holy shit…

  On the screen was a photo. It was unmistakably Melissa. She was on her knees, somewhere in her living room by the familiar pattern of the area rug.

  And she had Corey’s big cock in her mouth.

  Naomi’s blood froze. She didn’t know whether she loved the photo or hated it. Didn’t know whether she was wildly turned on or insanely jealous.

  Maybe a little bit of both.

  “She sent this ten minutes ago,” Julian told her. “They’ve probably moved on by now.”

  Naomi’s heart pounded wildly in her chest. She knew a line had been crossed in her marriage — one that she and Corey traveled over willingly and together. One they could never walk back from.

  Still, she found the whole thing thrilling. Exhilarating.

  It left her wanting even more.

  “Is that the only photo?” she asked. Her voice was thick with renewed desire. It almost cracked when she spoke.

  “So far,” replied Corey. He was sizing her up. Gauging her reaction.

  “Show me the others when they come through,” Naomi said flatly.

  “Will do.”

  She inhaled deeply through her nose and let it out through her mouth. It was supposed to calm her. Soothe her. In the end it did neither. But there was one thing she was absolutely sure that she wanted.

  Whatever Corey and Melissa might be doing? She wanted to outdo them.

  “You ready?” she said, smoothing down the folds of her skirt. “Because as soon as you pick out one of these cheap motel rooms, I’m going to blow your fucking balls off.”

  A grin curled up one side of Julian’s mouth.

  “Got one already,” he smiled.

  “Good.”

  Naomi shifted and reached for the door handle. Before she could pull it, Julian’s hand closed over her own.

  “But first,” he said firmly, “we need to go over something…”

  Seven

  Naomi stared at her lover strangely. They were at a cheap, sleazy motel. She was dripping wet, had already come once, and was hornier than she’d ever been in her life.

  She couldn’t imagine what was left to talk about.

  “I’m going to lead you into that room,” said Julian. “Right there. Number 107.”

  He pointed to a door, not far away. It looked like every other door in the row.

  “And?”

  “And you can say no,” continued Julian. “I want you to know that, straight away. If you’re not into it, just say the word and I’ll drive you home.”

  Naomi looked back at him, thoroughly intrigued. After a moment, she laughed.

  “I can’t imagine you surprising me with something I wouldn’t be into.”

  “Okay then,” said Julian. As he took his hand from hers, he gave her an approving look. “Let’s go.”

  It was a short walk to the door and Naomi went first. The wetness sliding between her thighs made her feel sexy. Incredibly dirty.

  “Here,” said Julian.

  He pressed a large plastic keychain into her hand, dangling with a single key. Naomi fumbled with the lock for a moment, then turned the knob…

  The door opened into your typical, run of the mill, seedy motel room. The type of room that had seen a thousand horny couples. Countless secret rendezvous.

  Naomi noticed right away the television was already on. And as she stepped inside…

  “Whoops.”

  There was someone already there. A man sat on the bed, legs crossed, half dressed. He was causally drinking a beer.

  He looked up at Naomi and smiled. “Hey.”

  The first thing that went through her head was that they’d somehow entered the wrong room. Someone else’s room. But then Naomi felt Julian’s arms go around her from behind. His hands slid beneath her breasts, along her belly. They pushed downward, then further still.

  The man on the bed sported devastating good-looks, with dark hair and dark eyes. He took another sip of his beer before setting it down. He ogled Naomi from head to toe while Julian’s hands slipped beneath the hem of her skirt.

  “Ummm…”

  “Naomi, meet Darius.”

  Julian’s lips brushed her ear as he talked, his face buried in her hair. She could feel him pressed against her body; his heat, his strength… the bulge between his legs, jutting into her lower back. He pulled her close and she melted into him from behind.

  “Darius, this is Naomi.”

  The man from the bed stood up and smiled. He was beautiful. Beyond beautiful. Rugged and handsome, he had exactly the jawline and cheekbones she’d always found herself falling for.

  “Hi,” Naomi said. It was a miracle she could say anything, with all the alarms going off in her head.

  This is crazy! the little voice in her mind told her. He can’t be serious about this!

  She swallowed. Or at least, she tried to.

  You can’t be serious about this…

  Julian’s words popped into her head. You can say no. Say the word and I’ll drive you home.

  Naomi opened her mouth again. She almost said something. Almost even said no. But as the words caught in her throat, she realized she didn’t want to say no. She didn’t want to go home.

  Not just yet…

  “What do you think of Darius?” Julian whispered into her ear. His lips were so close it sent an electric shiver rocketing down her spine. Her entire body broke out in goosebumps.

  “I—”

  Darius was dressed in a simple T-shirt and boxer briefs. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a broad chest and a pair of incredible shoulders.

  “I think he…”

  Darius took her hand. Held it in his own. Naomi’s sentence died as she became lost in his eyes. A second or two passed, then four or five. Gently he took her hand and placed it on his ripped, athletic stomach.

  “…he…”

  Julian and Corey had always been strong, burly, muscular. But the man standing before Naomi now had the body of an Adonis. The masterfully sculpted, chiseled features that come only with rabid devotion and dedication to some unbelievable gym routine.

  The muscles of his stomach twitched beneath her fingers.

  “Tell me,” said Darius. Even his voice was amazing. He was still looking at her. Looking through her. “Tell me what you were going to say.”

  Naomi relinquished all control. Her shoulders slumped.

  “I— I think you’re beautiful.”

  Darius smiled, and his smile was warm and welcoming. He leaned in and kissed her, right on the mouth. Nothing about it felt strange or weird. In fact, it was like he and Naomi had already been lovers. Like they’d already kissed a thousand times.

  His hands moved to her waist, and she gasped as they settled there. Darius kissed her again, this time with fire and passion, and Naomi swooned as she felt Julian’s tongue tracing its way along the top of her ear.

  She was sandwiched between them. Surrounded by their masculinity. Their heat. Their scent…

  “This is going to happen,” Julian whispered. “And it’s going to be the greatest night of your life.”

  Naomi’s eyes fluttered closed. Her pussy throbbed. Her head began spinning with the possibilities, even as her brain overloaded with pleasure, with lust.

  “But only if you say it.”

  The hand between her legs applied steady pressure. She pushed back on it. A thick middle finger pulled her G-string to one side. Another finger slipped inside her.

  “Say it,” Julian whispered.

  Naomi sighed. Surrendered.

  “Yes…”

  Eight

  Those first minutes ticked by like a dream.

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nbsp; Naomi sighed and moaned softly into Darius’s mouth, kissing him as he removed her blouse. His hands went to her breasts, where they pulled gently down on the fabric of her black lace bra. As his lips closed over her nipple, Julian chewed wetly on her shoulder from behind.

  You’ve always wanted this.

  The voice in her head was reassuring this time, even permissive. Unlike the nagging voice of reason, it was granting Naomi full license to enjoy.

  This has always been your fantasy…

  In truth it had. But what girl didn’t fantasize about being ravaged by two strong, beautiful men? Was there a woman out there who didn’t, at one time or another, wonder what such a thing might be like?

  She glanced down at Darius. His hands still cupped her breasts. Naomi watched as he ran his tongue over her areola in slow, heated circles.

  Yes, it was every girl’s fantasy. That much she was sure of.

  Ah, but not every girl gets to live it…

  Naomi inhaled deeply, breathing it all in. If she was going to do this, she wanted to savor every moment. She wanted to remember it; to be able to recall it at will and enjoy it all over again, whenever she needed to.

  A pair of hands found their way to her shoulders. After some gentle pressure, Naomi knew what Julian wanted. She stopped kissing Darius and dropped happily to her knees.

  Julian’s cock was already out. Her hand found its way around it, instantly remembering his thickness. She smiled up at him sexily for a moment, then took him deep into her mouth.

  “Mmmmmm…”

  Naomi was eager to please. More than ready. With her other hand, she reached out and found Darius. She felt the bulge in his boxers, then used her hand to tug them down.

  No limits. No rules.

  His own cock sprang free, looking every bit as beautiful as Julian’s. After a few more sucks and licks, she turned her head to the left and slurped it down.

  No holes barred.