Hall Pass- Wife Swap Fantasies

by Jamie Hunter

  “Are you gonna come in her?” Naomi asked breathlessly. She was behind him now, arms wrapped around his chest. Her lips were pressed warmly against the side of his neck.

  “Do you want me to?” Julian grunted.

  She nodded eagerly and kept kissing him. “Yes. Please!”

  “I was going to fuck you first…” he countered.

  Naomi shook her head. There was something she really liked about directing him right now. Something fun about being in command.

  “You can have me all night,” Naomi said wickedly. “The both of you.” She reached beneath him and lightly fondled his balls. “You can fuck me again and again… anytime you want. I’ll stay here until dawn.”

  She felt him stiffen at her words. His balls went tighter in her hand.

  “But not right now,” she continued. “Right now, I want you to come inside her.” Her voice was tinged with eagerness and excitement. “I want to see it from this angle, Julian. I want to watch it drip out of her as you’re filling her up…”

  Eleven

  Julian grunted again. This time it was shorter, and much more frantic. He was getting close to orgasm. Passing the point of no return.

  “Go on,” Naomi teased. She touched his chest. Ran her palms over his nipples. “Don’t hold back, just put it inside her. Fill my friend’s pussy—”

  “—and you’ll eat it out of her,” Julian finished.

  The words were forceful, even commanding. Naomi paused. She thought about it. Then she nodded.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Naomi was too hot to stop. Too hot to even think.

  “Say it then.”

  She was rolling both his nipples between thumb and forefinger now. Pulling out all the stops.

  “Yes! Come inside your wife and I’ll eat it out of her pussy…”

  Julian didn’t just come, he detonated. Naomi could see his cock jump savagely, twitching and pulsing as it released a continuous stream of warm come straight into his wife’s hungry pussy. He pulled it most of the way out, allowing the latter half of his load to fill the shallow end, just past her entrance.

  Holy fuck…

  Julian continued pumping until his balls were empty. When he finally withdrew, great gobs of his sticky white seed still clung to the sides of Melissa’s pretty pink labia.

  “Your turn,” Julian smiled. He pushed his wife onto her back. She lay there panting, looking up at them, leaking with come. Her face flushed red with the sheer exertion of being pounded so hard.

  A deal’s a deal, Naomi thought, smiling inwardly.

  Shoving aside any first-time jitters, she pushed Melissa’s legs slowly apart. Then, without even the slightest apprehension, she lowered her mouth to her cream-filled pussy...

  Naomi blinked awake in the wee hours of the morning, just before dawn.

  She felt warm and secure, nestled snugly between her two slumbering lovers. To one side lay Julian, his breathing slow, deep and steady. And on the other, Melissa… curled up against her.

  Melissa… Holy shit.

  It was almost unbelievable — but yet it had happened. She’d not only slept with Julian but also his wife. One of her friends. Her best friends. It was also her first girl-on-girl experience, barring all that silliness that had gone down in college.

  And it had been awesome.

  She’d gone done on Melissa over and over, by herself and right alongside Julian. Together they’d taught her the finer points of pleasing a girl, not that she’d honestly needed much instruction. Naomi had been pleasing herself for half her life; she knew her way around a girl pretty well to begin with.

  But being with Julian and Melissa? Together?

  It had taken things to a whole new level.

  They took turns fucking her, Melissa with her mouth and fingers, Julian with his strong, hard cock. At one point they passed out, woke up, and then fucked again. Naomi didn’t have to reach down between her legs to know how wet she still was, or that, hours later, her pussy still leaked from Julian’s seed. All of that was okay though. It would only serve to turn Corey on.

  Corey…

  She sat up slowly and extracted herself from the bed, careful not to wake her friends. Just outside the window, the sky was no longer black. It was a distinct shade of violet now, and getting lighter by the moment. It was time to get home.

  “All this because of a silly game,” Julian had said last night. He’d uttered the words mid-stroke, right before coming inside her for the first time. Melissa had laughed, and the three of them talked about their night in the closet again. And about the adult board game that started it all; Hall Pass.

  “That game’s not so silly now, is it?” Melissa had beamed, while still kissing her.

  Naomi was forced to admit that it wasn’t. At least not totally. If anything, it had accelerated something wonderful. A hidden spark within her marriage, one that both she and Corey had kept unknowingly buried.

  “Too bad we didn’t play with the red cards,” Melissa had joked. “Did you read some of those?” When Naomi admitted she hadn’t, Melissa let out a low whistle. “You’re missing out then.”

  “Maybe you ought to host another game night,” Julian had suggested. “You know, round up the rest of our first crew. Get Gage and Victoria again.”

  “And let’s add Darius!” Melissa had chimed in, not without a wink.

  They laughed some more after that, then fucked some more too. And then together they’d passed out.

  But now that Naomi was awake? She couldn’t help but think about Hall Pass. About that stack of red cards, fresh out of their cellophane wrapper. Never played with, hardly even looked at. Read only, in fact, by Melissa.

  She hastily wriggled into her clothing, all but her panties. Those she couldn’t locate, so she left them there for her friends to find — a souvenir of their night together.

  Red cards…

  Naomi slipped quietly from the warm house to brave the frosty, frozen world of the interior of her car. It would take a while for the heat to come up. Until then, she’d curse like a truck driver, rubbing her hands together and watching herself breathe steam like a dragon.

  Gage. Victoria.

  She wondered…

  When she stopped for coffee on the way home, Naomi was still mulling things over. She couldn’t wait to see Corey, longed to tell her husband all about last night…

  … and most certainly about their next game night, too.

  One

  Corey sighed as he leaned back into his favorite chair. With one hand he gripped the arm, fingers tight.

  His other hand sifted through his wife’s hair… as her head bobbed up and down in his lap.

  “Oh shit… I’m close.”

  Naomi heard him, but she didn’t let on. She didn’t slow down or speed up, or change anything other than to grip him even tighter at the base.

  Blowing him to completion had been the deal. Her husband’s orgasm was a bygone conclusion.

  “Oh wow… baby… yes…”

  He’d already done her. Already fucked her so hard she’d practically seen stars, especially while she lay back and considered what was about to happen later on that night.

  Melissa. Gage. Victoria. Darius… and of course, Julian. All coming over later. All to play the game again: Hall Pass. The sex game she’d gotten as a gag gift during her bachelorette party.

  She glanced over to the table, where the red and pink box sat silently in the center. Hall Pass, the box read. Such an innocent little name.

  The game that had started this whole crazy ride.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck…”

  Corey’s hand rolled into a fist. It pulled her hair tight, forcing her face down even further on his cock. Not that he had to force it. Naomi went willingly. Taking him deep was her favorite way to swallow, allowing her lover’s come to shoot straight down her throat.

  Julian had showed her that. Julian, her friend’s husband. The one who she’d used her Hall Pass on, to have her ver
y first extra-marital, hotwife experience.

  But certainly not her last.

  “Oh baby, here it comes…”

  Naomi swallowed him down, not stopping until the head of Corey’s cock was tickling the very back of her throat. He exploded a split-second later, shooting jet after jet of his thick, hot come… right past her mouth and directly into her belly.

  “FUCKKKKK!”

  His groan was pure pleasure. Music to her ears. Naomi focused on making it good for him, relaxing her throat, allowing her husband to finish out his entire orgasm with her nose buried hard against his stomach.

  “Holy… holy shit…”

  His grip relaxed, and slowly she let him withdraw. Corey’s come tasted sweet today. Sugary, even. Probably all the orange juice. He’d been getting up early lately. Drinking a glass or two before and after running.

  Naomi kept her lips tight, cleaning off every last drop of him before letting the head finally pop from her full, swollen lips.

  “Better now?” she asked with a chuckle.

  “Much.”

  “Good. Now you’ll be ready for tonight.”

  Her husband reached down to cup her ass, pulling him up into his lap. “Now we’ll both be ready,” he said, kissing her.

  Tonight…

  It was Melissa’s idea to play the game in the first place, which had lead to the whole husband-borrowing, husband-swapping thing. It seemed only fitting it was her idea to play again, and with the same people as before.

  Only this time, they would be playing with the red-backed Action Cards. And with Darius.

  “I hope Victoria doesn’t bail,” Naomi said, snuggling into him. “I mean, the red cards are serious.”

  “How do you even know?” laughed Corey. “They’re still sealed in the plastic wrapper.”

  She shrugged.

  “You didn’t peak at them, did you?”

  “No, no,” she said. “But the blue cards led to… you know. Me and Julian. In the closet…”

  Her pussy tingled at just the memory. What happened in the closet between she and Julian had been legendary. It had led to everything else that went on.

  And yet Victoria and Gage knew nothing about it. As soon as they came out, the two of them had lied about what they’d done in there.

  “I don’t know,” said Naomi. “Victoria’s just… well, weird. If the red cards are anything like the blue ones, there’s a good chance she goes all prude on us and leaves early.”

  Corey stared dreamily into his wife’s eyes, still drunk on his orgasm. “She didn’t leave last time,” he said.

  “I know but—”

  “Hey,” he shrugged. “If she leaves? She leaves. You’ll still have me and Julian and Darius to take care of you.”

  Naomi’s stomach did a somersault. They’d taken care of her before…

  “And Melissa,” Corey smiled. “I heard all about what the two of you did with Julian the last time you got together.”

  Another somersault. A good one, too.

  “I… that was…”

  “That was incredibly fucking hot, that’s what it was,” laughed Corey. “I only wish I’d been there to see it.”

  Naomi kissed him tenderly. “You will be.”

  “Damn straight.”

  She looked at the time. Two hours. Two hours before their guests were due to arrive. And that’s when the fun would really start.

  “What about Gage?” she asked. “Think he’ll be okay with all this?”

  Corey laughed again. “He’s a guy, isn’t he?”

  “Last I checked, yes.”

  “And he has a dick?”

  “I assume so,” said Naomi. And hopefully a nice one, she thought to herself.

  “Well then I’m pretty sure Gage is going to go with the flow,” her husband assured her.

  He’s probably right, thought Naomi. Shit, he’s been right about everything else so far.

  “Alright then,” she said with a smile. “Now that we’ve taken the edge off each other… we should probably get our asses dressed.”

  Two

  “Really? And you haven’t even looked at them?”

  As usual, Melissa’s voice was chock full of excitement. But even more so tonight, and with good reason.

  “No,” said Naomi. “I figured we’d let the whole thing be a surprise.”

  Melissa laughed. “Nothing much in here is going to surprise us,” she said smartly. “Maybe Victoria and Gage though.”

  She put down the cellophane-wrapped deck of red cards. The board was set, the dice were out. An extra chair had even been brought in for Darius.

  Darius…

  Darius had been Julian’s hot friend. The one he’d brought in to surprise her on their second ‘date’. He’d ended up being her first threesome. Her first time taking on two guys at once. Her first spitroast, her first tag-team, her first—

  Easy Naomi.

  She took a deep breath as she reached for her glass of wine. They had the whole night. No reason to rush things. In fact, savoring them was far more pleasurable.

  Melissa and Julian had been the first to arrive. A half hour early, to be honest. Something about ‘ulterior motives’ popped into Naomi’s mind. She pushed it aside.

  “So uhhhh…”

  Melissa’s hand lingered on Naomi’s shoulder as she circled behind her friend. Her touch was slow. Lazy. Sensual.

  “What if we took care of our men before the others got here?” Melissa suggested. “Or rather, each other’s man? Right here. On the floor of the kitchen.” Her eyes sparkled. “In front of each other.”

  “You mean to take the edge off?” Naomi smiled wickedly.

  Melissa’s face flushed red with excitement. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

  “Already took care of it.”

  It was funny to watch; her friend’s look went from hot and horny to shocked and surprised. She raised an eyebrow.

  “Really?”

  “Yup.”

  Melissa’s gaze shot to the living room, where their two husbands were talking and laughing together. When she looked back at Naomi again her expression held nothing but admiration.

  “Seems you’re one step ahead of me tonight.”

  Naomi paired a shrug with a smile. She tilted her glass back and took a long pull of her wine. “I guess I learn from the best.”

  Melissa still looked crestfallen. She almost felt bad for her.

  “Besides,” Naomi added, “the others will be here soon. What would they think if they walked in on us going down on each other’s husbands?”

  “Damn,” Melissa smiled. “I’d give anything to see those faces!”

  “Stick around,” said Naomi. “You just might.”

  An hour later they were all there, even Darius, who’d arrived on his motorcycle. He looked exceptionally hot tonight, dressed in tight jeans and a leather jacket, with just enough stubble on his chin to make him irresistibly sexy. His arrival had sent a short but pleasant burst of electricity through Naomi’s body as she remembered all the wicked things he’d already done to her.

  “And you seriously want to play with the red cards?” Victoria was asking. She looked good too, wearing a dark skirt that was on the shorter side and some knee-high boots. Naomi had to wonder if she knew what might go on tonight, or if she’d just dressed a little sexier knowing the game they’d be playing.

  “Red cards, yes,” Melissa giggled. “You okay with that hon?”

  Julian’s smirk was all-knowing. Just looking at him made Naomi’s knees weak. “Sure am.”

  Victoria sighed as she sat down. “Alright then. When in Rome…”

  Gage sat down next to Victoria again, taking the same seat he had before. Though Naomi and Melissa had tried setting the two up last time on a little ‘date’, it seemed the two of them simply hadn’t gelled. They bickered playfully, almost like brother and sister, but the game had ended before any real chemistry developed between them.

  “Okay,” Melissa said
taking charge. Naomi thought about stepping in as hostess and taking charge herself, but it was somehow more fun letting Melissa do it. “Everyone pick your playing piece. Darius, you’re a newcomer and there are only six pieces… so you get to be this Monopoly piece right here.”

  She set down the little silver playing piece. Darius frowned.

  “The dog?”

  Everyone laughed.

  “Yup.”

  “Why do I have to be the dog? The dog’s not cool! Can’t I be the car? Or the battleship? Or the—”

  “You’re the dog,” Melissa said firmly. She gave him a sly wink that most of the other players missed. “And since you weren’t here with us last time, we’re also giving you the honor of going first…”

  Three

  It was exciting, playing the game again. Playing the game and not really knowing how far things would go. Naomi knew how far it would go for some of them of course, her husband included, but the unknown variable of the red-backed Action Cards lent an all-new excitement and even danger to rolling the dice.

  “The rules are simple,” Melissa stated. “You roll, move your piece, and do whatever you land on. These spaces,” she pointed, “mean you have to remove a piece of clothing.”

  Darius leaned forward. “So it’s like strip poker?”

  “Kind of, yeah.”

  In the end, they’d decided that it would be best if they mixed both decks together. Melissa tapped the stack of red and blue cards before going on.

  “If you land on a space that makes you draw an Action Card you have two choices. Perform the action… or roll the dice and go backward that many spaces.”

  “And what kind of actions are in the red deck?” Victoria asked.

  “We’re not sure yet,” Melissa said. She looked around the room before continuing. “But there’s a big red warning here. It says here that if you’re married or dating or whatever… both partners must agree to every Action Card, or no dice.”

  A hand settled over Naomi’s leg. Corey’s hand. She smiled and squirmed into him, trying to think of any action her husband might refuse her… or she him.