Hall Pass- Wife Swap Fantasies

by Jamie Hunter

  Although the motel was mostly empty, Naomi tried her best to keep shielded from view. They laughed and joked all the way back, Naomi re-entering the room with one man’s hand on each of her bare asscheeks.

  In the warmth of their shitty motel room, the three of them spread their meager bounty out on the bed. A couple of candy bars and a Rice Crispy treat later, everyone was sugar-high and happily re-energized.

  In a half hour they were at it again.

  This time Naomi rode Darius, sinking carefully down on his rock-hard cock. She took it easy, enjoying the slow, sensual grind on her new lover as Julian sat beside her, playing with her tits. Two sets of hands roamed her body. Two mouths spent the evening kissing and licking her breasts, her neck, her shoulders. Tracing their way all over Naomi’s most sensitive parts.

  Corey…

  As the night wore on, and her body wore out, she found herself thinking more and more of her husband. Naomi wanted to hear about his night. Needed to hear about the things he’d done. She longed to tell him about hers as well, to try and describe the inconveyable experience of being penetrated by two men. Of being used from both ends, in almost every possible way.

  Darius passed her to Julian, who screwed her until she moaned in surrender. Her come-soaked pussy took each of her lovers so deep, so agonizingly hard, she wondered if she’d even be able to let Corey reclaim her.

  Oh, but he will, she thought, squirming her ass into the bed. Just like before, he’ll be the last one to come inside of me…

  Naomi ended up kneeling at the foot of the bed, sucking each of her lovers in turn. When they were both close she leaned back and put out her tongue, making the hot wet target as flat as possible.

  Darius shot first, unloading three or four big jets of come straight into her mouth. But it was Julian who really came through. His come dribbled out from the tip of his cock, slathering Naomi’s tongue with big warm gobs that never seemed to end. He took a picture of their combined loads, being sure to include her wicked smile, then fired it off to her husband.

  It took three swallows to get it all down.

  Eleven

  The rest of the night — and into the morning — flowed from one position to another. Naomi played with herself, legs spread, while her lovers recovered. She dipped three fingers into her pussy and scooped out some come, enjoying the wanton feel of the stickiness in her hand.

  Then she watched as they took over for her, doing the same.

  In the end they took turns feeding her their come, plunging their fingers between her mouth and pussy and letting Naomi lick them clean. She did all willingly, lost in the moment. Her eyes half-closed in abject lust.

  When they finally cleaned up, Naomi took a shower with each of them. She and Darius went first, and what followed was a water-fueled, twenty-minute make-out session that left her quivering and weak. Naomi’s hands explored every inch of her new lover’s rippled body, from his hard legs to his shredded stomach, to his round, sculpted ass. Darius fingered her to another mind-numbing orgasm, while crushed against him in a beautiful, dizzying embrace.

  By the time he left the tiny stall her entire body was shaking.

  Julian stepped up next, shoving her against the shower’s back wall and pushing himself inside her. He fucked her standing up, the hot water spilling down all around them as Naomi clenched him tightly against her body. When the stall proved too small, Julian carried her to the bed, legs still wrapped around him. He screwed her hard and fast on her back, then flipped her onto her stomach and re-entered her from behind.

  “You fucking love this…” Julian growled, buried inside her. “Don’t you?”

  Naomi didn’t respond right away. Julian slid his hands beneath her, grabbing her breasts. He was getting rough now. His movements more primal, and animalistic.

  “Don’t you?” her lover repeated

  “Yes!”

  Julian continued slamming into her that way, harder and faster than he’d ever done before. His cock hammered away inside her. Her clit, swollen and pink, rubbed tenderly against him on every stroke.

  “Give in,” he said. “Tell me to come.”

  Naomi gnashed her teeth together and took it. All of a sudden she didn’t want him to let up, didn’t want him to think he was getting the best of her.

  Besides, she absolutely fucking loved it. She wanted him to keep going.

  He flipped her over again, onto her back. Shoving her legs skyward, he spread her thighs and pinned her feet way back behind her ears. Naomi felt dangerously stretched. She gasped as he plunged back in and began fucking her even harder.

  “Holy FUCK, Naomi…” Julian grunted, still pistoning in and out of her. His breath came in increasingly short gasps. Her pussy gushed and her legs had gone numb minutes ago. “What the hell…”

  Still she took it. Still, she kept going. Naomi bit her lip, stubbornly refusing to give in.

  “Just say it. Say the words.”

  She waited until she was sure he couldn’t go anymore. Until he was just about spent, body and mind. Naomi could already sense Julian’s frustration. She could hear the desperation, grinding away at the very edge of his voice…

  “Say it…”

  It wasn’t until the last moment that she released him, ending his torment. It wasn’t until he just was strokes away from quitting that she gave him exactly what he wanted to hear.

  “Go ahead,” she finally panted. “Come in my pussy...”

  Julian shoved himself home one last time, their bodies smashing violently against one another with a loud ‘slap’. Then he stopped completely, buried inside her.

  And he came.

  It was silent, but beautiful. Their eyes locked… neither of them saying a word as his cock thumped and pulsed and pumped her full of his come. The only other movement was a small bead of sweat that dripped from the very tip of Julian’s nose. It splashed against her breasts, even as she could feel his heavy balls pressed up against her pussy, jumping and twitching as they were emptied inside her.

  Her legs didn’t just tremble as he finally withdrew, they actually shook. Julian’s whole body heaved as he recovered. He was still kneeling between her legs, watching as the final load of the night began seeping its way out of her pussy.

  They stayed like that for another minute before Naomi even realized Darius had already left.

  Still looking her in the eye, Julian grabbed his semi-hard cock and rubbed it up and down her slit a few times. When he pressed it lower, up against the entrance to her asshole, Naomi jumped.

  “Next time…” was all Julian said.

  Then he smiled, smacked her ass playfully, and got dressed.

  Julian left her the same way as last time: standing in front of her house, all the worse for wear. This time Naomi leaned back in through the window of his truck to kiss him goodbye.

  “Thanks for tonight,” she smiled. “And, uh…”

  “Thank Darius too?”

  She laughed and then blushed. “Sure. Why not? But I think maybe he should be thanking you, no?”

  “Yeah, probably.”

  Naomi squeezed her legs together beneath her skirt. She was still sopping wet. Way down inside, she could feel a pleasant soreness there. Same as last time.

  “I told you you’d have a better time than him,” Julian nodded, indicating Corey’s car. Apparently he’d gotten home before she did.

  “And how do you know how good a time he had?” Naomi teased. “Shit, right now we don’t have the slightest idea what your wife did to my husband.”

  Darius held up his phone and tapped it. “We’ve got some idea,” he countered. Then he smiled. “But you’re right.”

  He pulled away shortly afterward and disappeared into the night. Naomi was left in the driveway, disheveled, exhausted, and filled from the inside out.

  Naomi wondered what Corey would say. What kind of stories he’d have to tell her, while buried balls-deep in her pussy.

  She longed for her bed. For her pillows and bl
ankets.

  But not to sleep. Not yet.

  Not until after she was thoroughly reclaimed.

  One

  “Did she do this?”

  Naomi licked her husband’s shaft, bottom to top. She dragged the flat of her tongue over it, moving achingly slow, getting it all wet and slick with her saliva.

  “Yes,” Corey said breathlessly. Her husband had his back against the headboard. He was staring down at her, lost in lust, as she circled the underside of his cock. “Yes, she did.”

  Naomi wriggled into the mattress, flat on her stomach. She desperately wanted to touch herself. To slide one hand downward, between her legs, and let her fingers relieve the exquisite pressure that was building there…

  But she also needed both hands to make it good for Corey.

  “Did she suck it hard?” she asked her husband. “Did she get it all nice and fucking wet for you, like I do?”

  Her mouth moved upward, sliding over the top. Corey hissed as she enveloped his cock. It slipped past her lips, into her mouth, down her throat…

  Naomi squeezed the base firmly, then locked her mouth around him. She sucked hard, keeping her lips tight, as she extracted him all the way out. There was an obscene, sloppy wet sound as his cock popped from her mouth.

  “Oh God…” Corey breathed. His eyes were closed again. Naomi pinched him on the inside of one thigh.

  “Look at me,” she scolded him. “Don’t look away.”

  “But… But I don’t want to come.” He looked almost frantic. “If I watch you do that, I’m gonna lose it.”

  She smiled wickedly. “Then I’ll go even slower…”

  She continued blowing him, bobbing her head up and down. She kept her eyes on him though. Kept his gaze locked on hers as she sucked her husband off.

  “Did she eye-fuck you?” she asked, jerking him with one wet hand. The fingers of her other hand instinctively found his balls.

  Corey didn’t answer. He was trying very hard not to lose it.

  “I said… Did she look into your eyes as she sucked you off?”

  Her husband let out a long, deep breath. “Yes. Sometimes.” His jaw tightened. “Not like you though. Not like this—”

  Naomi swallowed him again. She stroked firmly with one hand, pulling up on his cock and pulling down on his balls at the same time.

  “Ohhhhhh…”

  She’d sucked her husband’s cock a thousand times, but never after he’d been inside another woman. It turned her on more than she ever thought it could. And she wanted all of the details…

  “I can taste her, you know,” Naomi said. Her mouth was tangy now. Sweet. “I can taste her pussy on you. All over you…”

  Corey groaned, much louder than before. He was getting way too close.

  “How many times did she fuck you?”

  “Three…” he answered breathlessly. “No, wait. Four.”

  “Four?”

  “Yes. I mean, we fucked three times. But right before I left—”

  “She made you hard again,” Naomi guessed. “And she made you put it in her a few times?”

  He nodded down at her. His face looked almost pained with trying to maintain control.

  “She wanted herself on you,” Naomi went on. “All over you. And that was for me, wasn’t it? She wanted me to taste her…”

  Naomi didn’t wait for a reply this time, she went straight back to sucking Corey’s cock. She didn’t need an answer, really. It was exactly the type of thing Melissa would do.

  She moaned around her husband’s cock. If Melissa wanted to pull something that hot and nasty, she could too. She’d think up the best way to get back at her, the very next time she was with Julian.

  Which had better be soon, her pussy told her.

  Naomi popped her husband’s dick from her mouth one last time. She’d get more detailed information later, while fucking the hell out of him. But right now, she only wanted a couple of more questions answered.

  “One last thing,” she said, running her hand up and down the length of her husband’s shaft. His eyes closed for a moment and she squeezed him again.

  Corey was in absolutely agony. She’d never seen him so desperate for release.

  “W—What?”

  “Where did she let you come?”

  Two

  Corey paused, teeth clenched. Naomi knew he was fighting back a tremendous orgasm.

  “In her mouth, the first time,” he finally grunted. “And then again, in her pussy…”

  “You came in her pussy?” Naomi’s stomach did a somersault.

  “Yes.”

  “Was it a lot?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you watch as it dribbled out of her?

  Corey hissed loudly. “Yes!”

  “And what about the third time?”

  A very long moment went by — several seconds of absolute silence. Either he was thinking very hard, or he just didn’t want to tell her.

  “Tell me.”

  Naomi let go of him. She sat up. His cock jumped and pulsed, throbbing in the air. And she wasn’t even touching it.

  “The third time,” she again said to her husband. Her voice was calm. Stern. “Tell me, and then you can come.”

  His shoulders slumped. “In her ass,” he finally grunted. “The third time we fucked, she took my cock… and she put it in her ass…”

  Naomi’s face couldn’t hide her shock and alarm. In her ass? She’d known Melissa might try something like that, but the first time with a new lover?

  And her husband to boot! The audacity!

  Then again… she thought about what Julian and Darius had just done to her, only hours earlier. Her first threesome! Her first spit-roast. They’d tag-teamed Naomi in the cheapest, dirtiest motel they could find, leaving her pussy swollen and sore and packed full of their come.

  So could she really fault Melissa for a bit of anal?

  “We showered afterward,” he explained. “Together. And then—”

  “Shhhh…” She’d heard enough, at least for now. Now she wanted to talk a little herself.

  Naomi grabbed her husband’s cock again. She started jerking it up and down.

  “You saw the photos I sent you earlier?”

  He nodded frantically.

  “The pictures of me, and Julian… and Darius?”

  Corey’s erection throbbed in her hand. It seemed bigger than ever before.

  “Was that his name?”

  “Yes,” Naomi said. Her expression twisted into a devilish grin. “His name was Darius, and he was a complete stranger, and I met him for the first time at this disgusting motel.”

  She flicked the tip of his cock with the end of her tongue. It jumped.

  “Five minutes later, I had his cock in my mouth,” Naomi said. “I didn’t even shake his hand. We barely said hello. I just got on my knees and swallowed him, all the way into my throat.”

  She stopped to put her tongue out, then pointed to it with one finger.

  “Back here, baby. All the way in the back, right where I let him come…”

  She swallowed him again, re-creating what she’d done for Darius. Three, four, five times she went up and down on his cock, then pulled it out again with a wet ‘plop’.

  He husband’s entire body was tensed. His eyes begged for release. Naomi leaned forward, bringing her lips only an inch from his ear. Her breath was hot.

  “But first he fucked me.”

  Corey’s cock leaped to life in her hand. It throbbed once, hard, and then threatened to throb again. He was about to come. About to shoot himself all over her naked chest, her chin, her breasts…

  She squeezed the base of his cock with two fingers. It pinched his urethra closed, just as the first spurt began traveling up through his shaft.

  “UNNNGH!”

  Naomi caught it just in time. Her action canceled his orgasm — ruined it actually — by throttling the hot flow of his semen, right at the base. But she’d edged him like this before. She
knew she could coax his climax back again, any time she wanted to. And it would be bigger and better the next time. Corey would come even harder and more forcefully than before…

  “Not yet baby,” she said. She stroked his face apologetically. “But soon...”

  Bending down again, she touched her tongue to his hole. When she moved back, a long white strand of gooey pre-come stretched from Corey’s cock to the very tip of her tongue.

  “Jesus Christ,” her husband swore.

  Naomi smiled, watching him suffer. She slurped the rope of pre-come into her mouth and swirled it around, savoring it as she licked her fingers clean.

  “Wanna know what happened next?”

  Corey nodded dreamily. His eyes were half-closed now, like he was about to drift off into oblivion.

  “Darius fucked me,” she told her husband, “hard and fast.” Her eyes flared with excitement at the memory. “He was totally hot, baby. Strong and young and beautiful. He picked me up from the bed and held me in his arms, crushing me to his body as we fucked.”

  She started blowing him again, sucking Corey in and out of her mouth. Every once in a while she’d stop to tell him more.

  “When he exploded inside of me,” said Naomi, “I almost blacked out. I came so hard it felt like the whole world was coming to an end. And Julian held me there while he did it, staring down at me the whole time. Looking right into my eyes as his friend flooded my pussy…”

  Her husband’s body surged forward, ready to come. This time Naomi let go of him completely. He reached out desperately, to grab his own cock, but she clasped one hand over his wrist and stopped him.

  “They took turns on me,” she whispered. “And I let them. Over and over and over again. They flipped me over. Spun me around. Used me from whatever direction they wanted…”

  When Corey’s ass returned to the bed she grabbed him again. It was almost cruel. She almost felt sorry. But Naomi also knew if she edged him this badly?

  His orgasm would be legendary.

  “They came inside me,” she grunted, emphasizing the word. “And then in my mouth again. And then we showered, and Julian fucked me there, too.”