Hall Pass- Wife Swap Fantasies

by Jamie Hunter

  It ended in a pile of sweating, heaving bodies. Darius slid out from beneath her as Naomi rolled to one side and dropped to her knees. When she looked up again for Corey, he was standing over her.

  “Open your mouth…’

  Still short of breath, Naomi did it anyway. She was panting like a dog when her husband climaxed for the second time, milking his cock with his fist directly onto her outstretched tongue. Corey roared like a beast when he came. Some of it dripped down her neck onto her bare chest, but most of his thick seed went straight down her throat.

  “Jesus…”

  She swallowed, wincing. One of her lovers threw her a towel. Naomi didn’t know even which. As she cleaned up from the floor, a cheer went up from the crowd. Up on their big screen television, the third quarter had already started.

  And Naomi had scored four loads of come inside three of her holes.

  Nine

  The next day was a very strange Monday. Not only because Naomi’s ass felt the aftershock of her slutty cheerleader halftime, but because she had to sit in respectable outfit, in a respectable office. Surrounded by respectable people who had no clue as to how dirty she’d gotten the day before.

  I wonder how many of these people are actually respectable? she thought to herself with amusement. How many of them are carrying on office romances, or having affairs? She took a good look around. How many of these people actually do things like I just did?

  It was also weird because, that night, she was scheduled to see Julian again. It was what Melissa had wanted.

  “Are you ready to fulfill the other half of our agreement?” her friend had asked slyly over the phone.

  And Naomi could only rub her ass and say yes.

  And so it came to pass that around eight o’clock that evening, Naomi stood knocking on her friend’s front door. She was still sexually rocked from yesterday. Her body still sore. But she’d also spent most of the day recalling how amazing it felt to be taken the way she was, so fully and completely, in front of her husband.

  “Hey sexy!”

  Melissa gave her a big hug before ushering her inside. The door closed quickly, cutting them off from the wind and the bitter cold. Naomi was grateful for the interior warmth.

  “How are you feelin’?”

  The house was very dim, the lights set at maybe halfway. Music played softly from overhead speakers. On the other side of the living room, the fireplace roared with glowing embers and a steady flame. Naomi tried to think of a time she’d ever seen Melissa use the fireplace. She couldn’t think of one.

  Her friend took her coat. She shoved a wine glass in her hand.

  “Thanks.”

  “Very welcome,” Melissa smiled sweetly.

  She looked around but couldn’t find Julian. Probably in the bedroom. Probably waiting for me… Naomi hoped he’d go easy on her. As excited as she was to see him again — and she certainly was excited — she was also hoping for a more mellow experience.

  So far, looking around the house? It sure seemed that way.

  “So I hear you had some fun yesterday,” Melissa teased.

  Naomi nodded slowly. She took a long sip of her wine.

  “Double the fun.”

  She smirked back at her friend. “I’m assuming you knew?”

  “This time, yes,” Melissa answered. “Darius had such a great time with you he’d wanted to do it again, and so Julian cleared it with Corey.”

  “Yes, well no one cleared it with me,” Naomi said sardonically. She rubbed her backside. “Or my ass.”

  “Are you complaining?”

  She laughed softly into her wine glass. “No. I guess not.”

  “I talked to your husband,” said Melissa. She raised a toast in Naomi’s direction with her own glass of wine before taking a sip. “He had no complaints either.”

  Somehow it didn’t surprise her that Melissa had talked to her Corey. There was a part of her that felt like she should be jealous. But somehow she wasn’t.

  “Well, I’m glad it was good for you,” Melissa smiled. She extended her hand. “Now, come with me…”

  Following Melissa into her bedroom definitely felt strange. For the first time, Naomi noticed her friend’s ‘outfit.’ She wore a blue babydoll nightie, sexy and simple. It floated against the tops of her thighs as she walked.

  Naomi expected to see Julian in the bedroom. Once again he wasn’t there. Her brows knit together, wondering what was going on, but then she heard it — the sounds of a shower running in their master bath.

  “He’s cleaning up,” Melissa said. She climbed onto the bed and patted the spot beside her. “He worked a long day.”

  She stood there in the candlelit bedroom, feeling out of place in her jeans and comfy sweatshirt. She was far too clothed for what they were about to do, yet Julian wasn’t there to take charge like she’d hoped he would. And undressing in front of Melissa felt… well, foolish.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” Naomi said quickly. “I— I guess I just…”

  Melissa sat up on the bed. Squatting on her knees she reached out, drew Naomi closer, and tugged at her denim waistband.

  “You wore something good under this, right?”

  She laughed nervously.

  Melissa undid the button and pulled down her fly. “Should we find out?”

  Naomi shrugged, almost imperceptibly. She stood motionless as Melissa peeled her clothes off, first her jeans, then her sweatshirt. She’d worn a blue bra, very similar in color to her friend’s silky lingerie, and matching thong panties. In the flickering light of the candles, her skin looked smooth and flawless.

  “Nice.”

  Melissa’s hands lingered, even after she was undressed, on Naomi’s body. As her friend slid one smooth palm over the flat of her stomach, it re-enforced what Naomi had begun suspecting all along; that she might not be there only for Julian.

  What the—

  They were face to face now, Naomi standing beside the bed, Melissa kneeling on it. Her friend slid her arms gently over her shoulders. Started twirling the back of Naomi’s hair…

  “Julian mentioned we should get started without him,” said Melissa.

  Naomi gulped.

  “In fact, he prefer—”

  All at once Melissa stopped talking. She looked at Naomi with a confused expression, as if seeing her for the first time. Suddenly she cocked her head.

  “Oh shit.”

  “What?”

  “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

  Naomi shivered slightly. “Done what?”

  “Been with a girl.”

  There was a long pause, followed by another half-shrug.

  “No,” Naomi admitted.

  Melissa looked awestruck. As if she’d just seen the tooth fairy, or Santa Claus, or even sighted Bigfoot — all at the same time — right there in her bedroom.

  “I can’t believe it!” Her eyes were now comically wide. “Never?”

  “Well… no. I mean, I’ve kissed girls. Back in college.”

  “And did you like it?”

  Naomi felt her body tingle at the memories. “Yes, actually. I did.”

  “But you’ve never—”

  “No,” she sighed. “No, I never have.” She looked at Melissa again, and this time saw her as a woman, rather than a friend. A beautiful girl, dressed silkily, sexily, with her arms wrapped around behind her, playing with her hair.

  “Kissed, eh?” Melissa leaned in. Her lips were full and beautiful. They brushed Naomi’s, and she felt a bolt of electricity shoot down her body, straight into the floor. “I guess that’s a start…”

  Melissa’s lips parted slightly as she kissed her. The feeling was soft, pleasant, wonderful. Not at all strange, like she expected, but natural. Even inviting…

  The only strange part, Naomi found, was that she’d never actually thought of her friend this way. Any experimenting she’d done in college was more silly and fun than sexual. And yet she remember
ed liking it. She could recall enjoying kissing a few of her sorority sisters back then, at different parties, in various stages of being drunk or sober.

  But this…

  Naomi allowed her mouth to be manipulated for a moment, relishing the feel of Melissa’s open mouth, her gently probing tongue. Then she began kissing back. Her mouth churned against her friend’s, her own hands finding the small of Melissa’s back, to pull her in. Their noses touched, and then they were kissing in the other direction. Hungrily. Thirstily. Without reservation.

  This… this is amazing…

  Their tongues dueled hotly, first inside Melissa’s mouth, then within the depths of her own. And all the while, the kissing. Lips so impossibly soft they could never be mistaken for a man’s. A different kind of kiss. One soaked in sensuality. Dripping with heat…

  The kiss broke only when Melissa pulled away slightly, a smile painted across her face. She chuckled into Naomi’s mouth. “Get in my bed already!”

  She fell backward, pulling her down with her. Naomi went willingly. Before she knew it they were side by side, writhing against one another, squirming deliriously as they continued kissing and tonguing and touching…

  Naomi wanted it badly. So badly it scared her. It was almost alarming that she’d enjoy it this much, that she’d wanted something like this her whole life and for some reason just never acted upon it, even when the opportunities were there.

  Not this time… her mind scolded her. No more missed opportunities…

  She kissed Melissa some more. And some more after that. They became drunk with each other, and as they did their hands began roaming each other’s bodies. Naomi’s were all over Melissa’s breasts. She’d slid up her nightgown and was cupping them, exploring their shape, weighing their fullness in her hands. It was like she’d never seen breasts before. All new. All wonderful…

  Naomi gasped as a warm palm slid beneath the waistband of her panties. Her eyes flared open, staring back at Melissa’s as she cupped her sex.

  They said nothing. Not a word. But the look that passed between them meant everything.

  Yes…

  A finger slipped inside her. Two fingers. Naomi was already dripping wet. She looked down, taking a mental picture of Melissa’s hand between her legs. Her panties were already two shades darker where she’d soaked them through.

  She stared back at her friend. Nodded.

  She gasped again, this time into Melissa’s mouth as she began gliding her fingers in and out of Naomi’s pussy.

  Ten

  It was like a dream, really. The kind of dream you float through unexpectedly, unwillingly, but still have some semblance of control over.

  Melissa continued kissing Naomi while her fingers remained buried inside her. Right away she felt a sort of almost sensory overload. The feeling of being drunk on her friend’s kisses, coupled with the exquisite pleasure of her talented fingers, pushed Naomi closer and closer to the edge of climax.

  Then she heard the shower stop.

  They looked at each other, their bodies freezing for a moment. The only motion in the entire room came from softly flickering shadows on the wall, and the slow curl of two wet fingers deep inside Naomi’s cunt. Melissa kept going, grinding the pads of her fingers gently into Naomi’s G-spot. Moving with tantalizing slowness, as if somehow that one small secret movement didn’t count.

  The rest of the world can fuck off, Naomi thought happily. All I need is this…

  Both girls jumped at the sound of a shower curtain being pulled back. A heavy foot on the bathroom floor, as Julian stepped out of the stall.

  Melissa slid her body downward. She kissed her way along Naomi’s jawline, across the warm surface of her neck. She could feel her heart beating faster, the blood pumping through the artery just beneath Melissa’s lips. Then she kissed further down, bypassing her breasts, to trace her tongue wetly along the flat surface of Naomi’s taut stomach.

  Oh my God. She’s going to…

  Naomi felt her legs being spread. She gasped again, and Melissa’s face was buried against her sex. Kissing it. Nuzzling it. Licking it through the fabric of her soaking wet panties. She heard her friend take a long breath, inhaling deeply with her nose pressed tightly against Naomi’s clit…

  Then Melissa pulled her thong to one side and began eating her pussy.

  OHHHHHHHHHH….

  It was nearly too much. The sensations just too incredible. Naomi almost surged forward, bucking her friend’s mouth away from her body. But instead she held fast. Squeezing her asscheeks so tight it hurt, Naomi gripped the sheets between two clenched fists and gnashed her teeth together.

  “MMMMMMmmmm…”

  Melissa’s voice was a pleasant, steady vibration against the innermost folds of Naomi’s mound.

  “MMMMMM—Mmmmmm…”

  Her friend began licking her, bottom to top, with long, flat strokes of her wicked tongue. One hand held Naomi in place, wrapped around her outer thigh. With the other, Melissa continued fingering her.

  “Oh God…” Naomi gasped. “Oh my fucking God…”

  She looked down. Melissa’s mouth was locked over her, devouring away. Naomi grabbed her head and rolled her fingers into her hair. It was a reflex. A method of control.

  “Harder…” she moaned. Naomi used her new grip to pull Melissa into her. “Please…”

  Her friend obliged. Her mouth pressed harder, her tongue delving even deeper inside her. She closed her eyes, in pure ecstasy, her mind reeling with the visuals she’d burned there. Reveling in the feel of Melissa’s hot, swirling mouth…

  Naomi’s orgasm washed over her like a giant wave, crashing hard and from out of nowhere. Her body shook violently as she came, exploding all over Melissa’s nose and mouth and face. Her single, guttural scream pierced the silent sanctity of the bedroom as she gasped for breath, her eyes screwed tightly shut.

  When she opened them again, Julian was standing over them both.

  He was still damp from the shower, his skin glistening in the candlelight. The wide span of shoulders gave way to his broad, well-defined chest, and beneath that, the chiseled form of his six-pack abdominals.

  He looked like the statue of some Greek God.

  This man is going to fuck me, Naomi thought excitedly. Though she’d screwed him several times already, her pussy still gushed at the thought.

  He’s going to fuck us both…

  Each individual muscle of Julian’s ripped stomach stood out, casting its own shadow against the smooth rise of his lower pelvis. And beyond that, his cock. Long and hard. Dusky and beautiful in the dim light. Standing straight out from his body… ready to fuck…

  Their eyes met. As with Melissa, no words passed between them. Julian continued staring at her though, even as he positioned himself behind his wife. Melissa was on all fours now, her jaw churning wildly, eating Naomi for all she was worth. Her entire face was glazed. She adjusted her body only slightly as Julian put one big hand on each of her slender hips.

  Wow.

  Naomi bit her lip, still staring into his eyes as he pushed forward. She felt Melissa gasp into her pussy. Moan loudly as she was filled from behind with her husband’s thick, hard cock.

  Oh wow…

  His wife must’ve been as wet as she was, because Julian began fucking her straight away. He plowed her with long, steady strokes that drove her mouth hard against Naomi’s pelvis. Every movement was pleasure. The end of every thrust was like getting fucked by Julian, in the form of Melissa’s soft mouth pursed against her most sensitive areas.

  And it was hot. Insanely hot, watching another couple actually fuck. Naomi craned her neck, desperately trying to see, wanting to watch the entry point between Julian’s cock and his wife’s pussy. To see it being spread apart, pushed and pulled, as he glided in and out of her…

  Julian saw her struggle. He motioned her over.

  She slid out, woozily, from beneath Melissa’s oral onslaught. Naomi rolled over to kneel beside Julian. Then she sta
red down, watching intently as he fucked her friend.

  So this is what it looks like, Naomi thought. From a guy’s perspective…

  Julian’s cock looked amazing from this angle. Hard and strong. She watched for several minutes as he plunged in and out of Melissa’s pussy, driving her crazy as he increased the speed and ferocity of his thrusts. Eventually she came, her pussy clamping down around his cock as she grunted through the throes of a monster orgasm. When Julian finally withdrew from his wife his cock was coated in a frothy white cream. Melissa’s legs were shaking visibly.

  “Here…”

  He took her by the head, guiding Naomi down toward his still-throbbing erection. This time her mouth closed over it from the side. A tangy sweetness filled her mouth, and in an instant she knew it was Melissa.

  You’re eating your friend off her husband’s cock…

  Naomi quickly found that she didn’t care. It made her even more horny, sucking her friend’s cream from him like this. The flavor wasn’t at all unpleasant. She continued blowing Julian while he used one hand to play with the hot swamp of Melissa’s pussy. Then he took himself from her mouth with a loud ‘pop’, and went to push his cock back into his wife.

  “Wait…” said Naomi. “Let me do it.”

  Julian smiled and removed his hand. Naomi reached out and wrapped her fist around him, marveling at how powerful his erection felt beneath her trembling fingers. She rubbed it up and down Melissa’s slit a few times, just as she’d felt him do to her. Then, carefully, she pushed the head in. There was a very wet, very satisfying ‘snap’ as he slipped back inside.

  Julian took over. He began screwing his wife again, only this time harder and with more determination. His thrusts were fast and merciless. The supple flesh of Melissa’s ass rippled back and forth as she took him all in.