Hall Pass- Wife Swap Fantasies

by Jamie Hunter

  Her fist tightened around his throbbing cock.

  “They dipped their fingers in my pussy,” she hissed, “scooping out their come. Feeding it to me. Making me crazy.” She leaned in one final time and ran her tongue all along the outer edge of her husband’s ear.

  “I ate so much of their come. My belly was full of it. I licked it from their palms, while they told me how much of a filthy fucking slut I was…”

  Corey’s hand shot up, and this time she was powerless to stop it. He grabbed her by the back of the head.

  “You wanna come baby?” Naomi asked sweetly.

  He replied by curling his hand into a fist. Still buried in her hair, it hurt like hell.

  “Do it,” Naomi hissed. “Put it in my mouth. Put it right down my slutty, cock-sucking little throat…”

  Her husband jammed her downward, impaling her mouth on his rock-hard, aching erection. Then he exploded.

  It happened at almost the same instant he entered her mouth. The warm flesh, ensconcing his member triggered an instant and irrevocable orgasm, one that blew wad after wad of hot, sticky come straight down his wife’s throat.

  To Naomi’s credit, she sucked it all in. She allowed him to hold her head down, screaming as he came, working hard not to gag as a steady stream of hot semen filled her belly. She had no idea how much he came, no clue how much there really was. His cock was buried so far into her throat when he let loose, it was like he bypassed everything.

  When he finally released her, Corey collapsed backward onto the bed. He looked like a Vampire’s victim drained entirely of blood. His head lolled over one side of the mattress, his arms and legs flopping limply.

  “There…” she said, practically choking as she swallowed. Naomi looked back at her husband through glassy eyes. “All better now?”

  Corey grunted semi-consciously as she climbed up into the crook of his arm.

  Holy mother of all fucks, we have to do more of this…

  It was Naomi’s last thought before floating off to sleep.

  Three

  “You were right,” she told Melissa, cradling the phone to her ear. “He really loves dirty talk.”

  The smell of coffee permeated the kitchen. Naomi breathed in the rich, welcoming scent while waiting impatiently for the brew cycle to finish.

  “That’s not all he loves,” Melissa said slyly. “But you already know that.”

  She thought it would be strange, talking to her friend the morning after. The morning after Melissa had screwed her husband six ways to Sunday, and then some.

  For some reason, it just wasn’t.

  “And in the ass?” she practically choked.

  On the other end of the phone, Melissa laughed heartily. “Hey, what can I say? I was in the mood for it.”

  “Corey loves that,” said Naomi. “He always wants it.”

  “So why don’t you give it to him?”

  She thought about it for a moment. “I do,” she said defensively. “I guess just not very often.”

  “Well, ramp it up,” her friend said. “Because your husband not only loves it, he’s good at it too.”

  The image sprang instantly to mind; Corey standing at the edge of Melissa’s bed, hands on her hips, driving his thick cock in and out of her from behind. Her loving husband… fucking one of her best friends. And in her ass, she thought wildly. Holy shit.

  Naomi crossed to retrieve the sugar bowl, walking slowly. Making sure to nurse the soreness between her legs.

  “So how did things go with you and Julian?” Melissa asked.

  “You mean he didn’t tell you?”

  “Actually no,” Melissa replied. She sounded surprised. “You must’ve taken good care of him, because I’ve never seen him that tired. He came home, fell into bed, and passed out the second his face hit the pillow.”

  Naomi reached down, pressing gently against her sex. Her clit was still hyper-sensitive from getting off so much. Even so, it made her glad to know that Julian wasn’t indestructible. That she’d had an equally exhausting effect on him as well.

  “Well…”

  She launched into it. Gave her girlfriend all the details of the previous night’s adventures. When she got to the part where Julian led her into the motel room, Melissa gasped.

  “Oh, he brought Darius?” Her friend sighed wistfully. “He told me he might bring an extra, but I didn’t know who.”

  “An extra?” She couldn’t believe how casual her friend sounded. Like bringing a complete stranger to a surprise threesome was an everyday event.

  Melissa ignored her. “Darius, huh? Oh wow, nice. Very nice!”

  Naomi felt her stomach twist. “You… you’ve been with Darius?”

  “No, not yet,” said Melissa. “I’ve fucked the hell out some of his other friends, but I haven’t sunk my claws into Darius yet. Frankly I’m a little jealous you got first crack at him.”

  Her belly was still twisted into a knot, but for some reason Naomi felt a swell of pride at the statement.

  “Was he any good?”

  She let out a half-breath, half-chuckle. “Oh yeah.”

  “Damn. I’m going to have to push Julian to set that up.” She sighed again. “You and Darius… wow. Naomi, I gotta say I’m impressed.”

  “With what?”

  “With the speed at which you’re dipping your toes in this. Or should I say, diving right in.” Melissa paused, remembering. “When we first started swapping, or swinging, or whatever the hell you want to call it, the whole thing took me a little getting used to. But you…”

  “Yeah yeah,” Naomi conceded. “I know. I’m a—”

  “Slut?”

  She chuckled again. “I was going to say fast learner. But fine, whatever. I’m a slut.”

  They laughed together, and there still wasn’t any weirdness. Which was a good thing, because Naomi’s next question was definitely out of the ordinary.

  “Listen, I need to… well…” She paused, trying to figure out how to phrase it.

  “What?”

  “I need to borrow Julian again,” Naomi said.

  “Borrow him?” Melissa teased. “Like he’s a cup of sugar?”

  Her mouth twisted into a smirk. She knew it would be like this.

  “After I told Corey everything the three of us did in the motel, well… he wanted to see it too.” She corrected herself. “And not just see it, but do it.” She paused again. “To me.”

  “So he wants Julian to come over and help fuck you.”

  It was a statement, not a question.

  “That’s the gist of it, yes.”

  “To spit-roast you. Tag team you. Make you take—”

  “Yeah, okay? Yes!” Naomi turned seven different shades of red, even though she alone at home, by herself. “If you have to put it that way, yes. That’s what he wants.”

  “Oh, that’s only what he wants?” Melissa taunted. “And I suppose you’ll just have to suffer through it?”

  Naomi sighed again. “Alright,” she conceded. “Fine. I guess I wouldn’t mind it either.”

  “Guess?”

  She laughed, and Melissa laughed with her. The whole idea was thrilling, really. Doing everything she’d been doing with Julian… but finally doing in front of Corey. With Corey…

  “Alright,” Melissa agreed. “You can borrow my husband for the night. But on one condition. We trade threesomes.”

  Naomi’s brows knit together. “Trade threesomes?”

  “Yes. Julian’s been wanting two women again — we used to do that a lot, and it hasn’t happened in a while. Truth is, I want it too.” Her voice trailed off for a moment, lost in thought. “So I’ll send him to your house one night, and you bring yourself over here on another.”

  Naomi’s heart beat just a little bit faster.

  “Wait, you want me to come there? To screw Julian in front of you?”

  “Not just in front of me,” Melissa corrected her. “With me.”

  “You mean like… take turns o
n him?”

  “Take turns fucking him, yes,” Melissa answered. “But other stuff as well.”

  “Other stuff?” Naomi wasn’t quite sure what that meant.

  Melissa sighed in frustration. “Yes or no?”

  She thought about Corey, about what her husband had asked her to do for him. Certainly if she was willing to fulfill his fantasy, he’d understand her going through with the trade. Besides, after what she put him through the night before? Naomi was pretty sure she could get Corey to agree to just about anything.

  “Okay, yes,” she agreed. “We’ll trade threesomes.”

  I can’t believe you just said that…

  It was the little voice of reason again. Screaming inside her head.

  “Alright sexy,” Melissa told her. There was a hint of sultriness in her voice now. “Sounds good to me. Now go set it up.”

  Four

  Julian’s visit was ‘set up’ for Sunday. Which was an odd day, because it was the last day Naomi would’ve expected Corey to pick.

  “But you watch the games on Sunday,” she’d reminded her husband. She didn’t have to remind him, really. Corey had played college football, and if his boasting was to be believed, even came close to going pro. In all the time they’d been together, he’d never missed the games on Sunday.

  “Oh we’ll still watch the games,” he told her.

  “And… how’s that going to work?”

  Corey then told her all about how he’d talked with Julian. How they’d arranged Sunday so that they could drink a few beers, and watch the games together.

  “You’ll take care of us,” he told Naomi, “while we watch the game. Bring us drinks. Snacks. Maybe wear something sexy…”

  Her stomach dropped. “Like what?”

  “And at halftime,” Corey continued, completely ignoring her question, “we’ll take care of you.”

  KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

  It was almost kickoff when Julian arrived. Corey went through the kitchen, to let him in the side door, while Naomi’s heart started skipping beats again.

  I can’t believe you’re doing this…

  It wasn’t exactly the act that shocked her; a threesome with her husband and the guy who’d already been fucking her was, believe or not, almost inevitable. The way they’d been using dirty talk to enhance their sex life, talking about Naomi’s time with Julian and his time with Melissa, made such an arrangement almost a bygone conclusion.

  Still, she didn’t expect to be doing it in broad daylight.

  On the floor of her living room.

  At halftime of a football game.

  She remained on the couch, her mind racing with the possibilities. Naomi had gone over it in her head dozens of times already; what her two lovers planned to do to her body. Where they would fuck her, what kinds of combinations and positions they would put her in. It was all very dirty, very taboo. To look at your own living area like some sort of sexual playroom, which was exactly what it was about to become.

  In the corner opposite the big screen television, flames burned hot in their wood burning stove. Corey had started the fire an hour ago, and now it radiated a pleasant heat all throughout the living room. Which was a good thing, she thought, because right now she was wearing next to nothing.

  Naomi was dressed in a lacy white bra and a tiny pair of matching G-string panties. She felt almost naked in them, which wasn’t far off. Still, it was what her ‘boys’ had wanted. And the longer she sat here on the couch, sipping her second beer? The more comfortable she became in them.

  Voices floated in from the kitchen, deep and resonant. Laughter, even. She’d forgotten how well Corey and Julian actually got along. They had a lot in common, the two of them. Even before they’d started screwing each other’s wives…

  Naomi squirmed in her spot on the couch. She could barely believe it — her pussy was already soaking wet.

  That’s the effect he has on you, her mind registered. Just the sound of his voice makes you feel like this…

  The voices grew louder as they approached from the kitchen. Her belly filled with butterflies.

  Should I get up? Greet him? Or stay here on the couch, and let him come to me?

  Before she could come to a decision, Corey re-entered the room. Julian walked beside him, his eyes going straight to Naomi. Immediately she felt self-conscious, but the feeling quickly faded. They knew why she was here. She knew why she was here. There was no reason to pretend there were any illusions about what was going to happ—

  A third person stepped into the room, just behind Corey and Julian. Naomi gasped, almost letting the neck of the bottle slip through her fingers.

  It was Darius.

  Five

  Naomi sat in stunned silence, her beer frozen mid-sip. A shiver ran through her whole body, head to toe.

  “We invited Darius over to watch the game too,” Corey said, as the other two guys sat down. He raised an eyebrow Naomi’s way and lowered his voice an octave. “This alright?”

  She stood up. Greeted her guests mechanically. Naomi felt naked and exposed, even a little bit vulnerable. But only for a moment. Only until she got her bearings.

  “You walked our guests through the kitchen,” she said to her husband. “And you didn’t get them drinks?”

  From the corner of her eye, she saw Julian smile. He elbowed Darius.

  “Be right back,” Naomi said sweetly. She crossed the room. “Beer good?”

  “Beer’s great,” Darius said. Julian nodded too.

  “Cool. Baby, could you come help me out for a minute?”

  Her husband followed her into the kitchen. As she opened the fridge, Naomi’s voice dropped to an almost whisper.

  “You sure you want this?”

  Corey stared back at her. There was nothing but excitement in his eyes. “You don’t?”

  “Well, yes, I guess. I—”

  “Because if you can’t handle the three of us, I get it.”

  Naomi twisted the cap off the first beer. She took a long pull herself before setting it on the counter.

  “It’s not that I can’t handle it,” she said. “The question is can you?”

  Corey stepped in and kissed her, wrapping one arm around Naomi’s slender waist. His hand was warm. It felt good on her lower back.

  “Oh I’m more than ready,” he smiled. “But this is some next-level shit. If at any time you feel uncomfor—”

  Naomi stopped him by kissing him again. She took her husband’s hand and slid it down to her practically bare ass.

  “Let’s go,” she grinned. “Only one rule.”

  “What?”

  “You get me first.”

  Naomi spent the entire first quarter serving food, bringing drinks, and flirting with the guys. They followed the game pretty closely, cheering whenever their team scored, groaning whenever they didn’t. During commercials they ogled her, even grabbed at her a bit, their eyes crawling over every inch of her warm, exposed flesh.

  All in all, it was pretty standard as far as football parties went. Except for the fact Naomi was practically naked.

  And the fact that you’ve blown and fucked every guy in there…

  That part was sobering. It hadn’t taken long, but as Melissa would put it, they’d turned Naomi into something of a slut. Things had snowballed quickly after her night with Julian, to the point where it seemed perfectly normal to bend over in a G-string for three horny guys — guys determined to screw her stupid during halftime — while adding another log to their wood-burning stove.

  By the second quarter she’d stopped dodging the occasional gropes and grabs. More than once she’d let Julian cop a feel, and Darius spent a good amount of time running his hand over her ass. Naomi started getting into it, too. She danced and swayed, shifting her hips and squeezing her tits together while flashing her best devilish smile. She even ‘fell’ once into her husband’s lap, grinding her ass against his growing erection while letting him kiss her neck and reach around to play with
her nipples through the fabric of her silken bra.

  Finally the whistle blew for the two-minute warning, and Naomi bounced nervously to the fridge to grab them each one more round of drinks. Once there she inhaled deeply, filling her lungs to capacity before letting out a very long, very slow breath.

  Are you ready for this?

  Three guys. It seemed like a hell of a lot. Her pussy and mouth would almost always be busy. Between that, and Julian’s thick cock…

  You’re gonna be sore. You’re gonna be really—

  She jumped as a pair of arms slid around her from behind. Familiar arms.

  “You good?”

  “I am now,” she smiled, twisting to face her husband. She sighed happily and kissed him.

  “Okay then,” grinned Corey. He took the bottles away from her. “I’ll take these out. You head into the bedroom for a minute.”

  “Bedroom?” She was confused.

  “Yup. Apparently Melissa sent Julian over here with something for you.”

  Naomi crossed into her bedroom, her body starting to shiver with the anticipation of what was about to happen to her. The guys were in the living room, more than ready for her. One of them called out ‘30 seconds left!’

  She could only imagine what Melissa sent over. Probably a sex toy. Or a giant bottle of lube. Something crass, like that, as a big joke. Something—

  She stopped just inside the doorway. Spread out across her bed was a skimpy pink and white cheerleader’s costume.

  HAHAHA!

  The skirt was micro-mini, the matching top string-tied in the center. Both elements of the outfit were tiny. It was hardly an outfit at all, but it was sexy as all hell. She absolutely loved it.

  What, no pom-poms? She typed into her phone and texted her friend. When Melissa didn’t answer right away Naomi shed her bra and dressed quickly into the costume. There were a pair of white wrist-bands as well. She slid those on, took an obligatory pic, and sent that to Melissa too.

  Then she dropped her phone on the bed and ducked out of her bedroom.