Hall Pass

Before I tell you the erotic story of "Hall Pass", I need to tell you the backstory to help you understand what lead up to this.

Hang tight for just a moment. It's quick, just the facts, pretty hot, and I promise it's worth it.

BACKSTORY:

Cohen had a huge crush on Jeremy in high school. She was very innocent at 18 years old and had never gone very far sexually with any of her boyfriends. She grew up in a very religious home and was taught sex was bad before marriage, so she had remained very pure. But, Jeremy was the guy in high school who could've knocked on her bedroom window and she would've let him in and fucked him anytime, anyday, no need to explain, no condom needed, no questions asked.

She heard from her friend Rachel that Jeremy knew how to work a girl's buttons and had a really nice dick. This is what started Cohen's curiosity about Jeremy.

They came very close to messing around a couple of times.

The first time, they shared a blanket on a dark bus ride home after their senior swim meet. They innocently started exploring each other while everyone slept. It was mostly rubbing arms, that turned to rubbing legs and inner thighs, which became stomachs.

It was their little secret. They got zippers down. Jeremy got to Cohen's pubic hairs on her mound under her cotton panties, and Cohen got Jeremy's zipper undone and spit in her hand and was about to jack him off under their cocoon of privacy, but the lights came on and coach started yelling, "Wake up! Wake up! Everyone get your stuff together." before she could ever get her hands on him.

Cohen quickly pulled her hand back and Jeremy moved his hand from her panties. Jeremy was already so turned on by zippers coming down, that with the sudden scare from the coach yelling, it made him climax right there in his shorts.

Cohen never felt it, or saw anything, she just saw Jeremy's body convulsing slightly as he bent over in his seat trying to hide what was happening. He didn't say anything, but Cohen knew he had just climaxed and she was sitting next to him when he did. It was so adorable... and really hot.

Cohen had never been that wet in her life. When she got home, she got in bed and finished what they started, taking her panties all the way off and masturbating, fantasizing Jeremy was the first fingers inside of her, and that she finally touched that dick of his and finished him with her hand and the spit from her mouth.

The second time they almost messed around was the next week, the night before Jeremy was leaving to go off to college. He asked Cohen to meet him at a party. At this party, they both found themselves in the back room where there was a game of "7 Minutes in Heaven" going down.

"7 Minutes in Heaven" is where a teen would spin a bottle and whoever it landed on would have to go in a dark closet, with just a nightlight, for 7 minutes together, and the understood rules were, "anything goes".

Mostly, it was teens making out and maybe a hand would get up a shirt here and there.

Jeremy spun the bottle and it landed on Cohen. He grabbed her hand and was walking her to the closet with a huge smile as the teens in the room all chanted for them. They both knew this was it, they were about to quietly fuck each other and Cohen's virginity would be her goodbye present to Jeremy as he was leaving for college.

No one outside the closet would've ever known. Suddenly, Cohen's ride came in the room, had an emergency, and needed to leave right before they entered the closet.

When Cohen got home that night she fantasized about being in that closet with Jeremy and pleased herself again.

Later on in life they went off to college and eventually both of them got married. As all couples do, Cohen and her husband had the "who would you most like to fuck" talk, the "hall pass" conversation. She admitted she still thought about Jeremy from high school, which really got her husband excited.

Cohen felt safe and went on to describe that sometimes she even fantasized about Jeremy when she was with him. Her husband thought the idea was really hot and so sometimes they would role play. Her husband would tell her to close her eyes and imagine it was Jeremy's hands on her body and his dick in her. He would fuck her differently to help make it not feel like him.

The idea of Cohen having sex with Jeremy made sex come alive for both of them, because she had never been with anyone but her husband and he knew it would be an enormous turn on for her to experience fucking Jeremy.

One night her phone pinged. It was a DM from none other than Jeremy.

Cohen showed her husband the DM and laid in bed next to him and caught up with Jeremy. Her husband said, "This is Jeremy...?" as they looked at his profile, "the guy that is your hall pass? He looks like a Greek god. Not to sound bi-curious... but I get it baby. He's a good looking dude."

Cohen said, "You should see him in a speedo."

They exchanged phone numbers and got more and more comfortable texting throughout the day everyday. Cohen would always share the texts with her husband and they started to realize this could possibly become more than just a fantasy as Jeremy started to text Cohen more often telling her how lonely he was since his wife passed away and even mentioning he was battling not having physical intimacy.

Cohen's husband said, "Baby you want to go visit Jeremy and help him with those hormones of his? He trusts you. You could help him out, which I think would be hot for both of you, he's obviously into you. I know it would be hot for me knowing that you are fucking him with that amazing body of yours."

Cohen was really turned on by the idea, but wasn't sure if she could actually do it. Fantasies are safe, making it real could be different.

One day Jeremy texted, "Watcha doing?" Cohen was sitting next to her husband, painting her toenails. Cohen showed the text to her husband.

Her husband said, "You're so freaking hot right now. You should flirt with him and see if maybe he'd be down to take things somewhere with you given the chance. Take a picture and send it to him and see what he says. If he responds like he'd be into you... let's go see him... if he brushes it off we can just leave it at that."

She started to take a pic of herself painting her toenails, but with more of her breasts in the pic. Her tank top cupped the weight of her 36 D's. Her husband pulled down the front of her shirt a little to give a peak of the top of her boobs... and he made sure she showed her nipples poking in her tank top just perfectly. It definitely gave him a very clear idea of what she looked like now 10 years later.

She got a little wet just sending it to him. Totally turned on that her husband was daring her to flirt and also somewhat panicked that she may have crossed the line from a fantasy "hall pass" to possible reality.

What would Jeremy think? What am I doing sending another man a picture of myself like that? Is my husband really serious about me being with Jeremy. Could I even do that? It would be so freaking hot. Maybe.

Jeremy immediately responded, "Damn! You're still so gorgeous Cohen!"

Cohen felt butterflies.

Her husband started getting really turned on at the idea of Cohen with another man and said, "Baby, you want to go mess around with Jeremy and see what it's like to be with another man?" Cohen's cheeks flushed and she said, "Maybe? I don't know if I can go through with it, but it would be so freaking hot to just go and flirt with the idea... knowing that you know... maybe... I would do things with him after all these years."

Her husband said, "It would be really hot... because I know you'd be so turned on."

They decided to meet at Jeremy's house on the river and spend a day together and reconnect. For Cohen and her husband, they would play it by ear and just see what happens.

And so the story begins...

"Hall Pass"

The warm, dry summer air was filled with the comforting crackle of the campfire. Cohen sat cross-legged beside her husband, relaxing after a long day on the river. Cohen was still in her bikini and swimsuit cover-up and both her husband and Jeremy had on swim trunks but were shirtless in the heat of the summer night.

Cohen's husband, watching the flames dance, was relaxing and taking in the evening breeze.

Jeremy lounged in a chair opposite them, a beer in hand, his eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. He was telling a story, something about a canoeing trip gone awry, and her husband roared with laughter at the punchline.

Cohen caught Jeremy watching her walk away several times at the river today. She would turn around to check if he was looking at her and he'd just smile and blush.

She knew he was checking out her cheeks that were peaking out in the open air under her bikini bottoms.

Cohen liked that Jeremy was obviously still attracted to her. She found herself wearing sunglasses all day to hide her gaze directed toward him. He was something to look at and his swim trunks clung to his penis everytime he got out of the water. It was difficult to see the entire outline, but Cohen definitely remembered that bulge in his speedo she wanted so badly back when they were on swim team in high school and now being here with him and the thought that maybe something could happen was too hard to believe.

The mutual attraction between Cohen and Jeremy was thrilling to her. Her husband noticed it too and would ask her throughout the day if she was ready or not. She would just blush and smile. Cohen wasn't sure what Jeremy would think or do, but definitely was excited to see what might happen.

As Cohen, her husband, and Jeremy drank and shared laughs around the fire outside, Jeremy found his gaze drawn to the soft curves of Cohen's body. Her laughter was like a siren's call, resonating deep within him and stirring a long-forgotten yearning.

When her husband was momentarily distracted by a stray spark that had landed on his arm, Jeremy took the opportunity to indulge in a longer look. Her breasts, perfectly framed by the bikini top, her legs firm and muscular, her body seemed to glisten as the firelight danced upon her. He knew he should look away, but something about the way the shadows played across her skin kept him transfixed.

Cohen felt the weight of his gaze and a warm blush crept up her neck, painting her cheeks. Instead of turning away and adjusting herself demurely, she met his gaze with a coy smile, allowing her hand to drift down to the tie of her swimsuit cover-up. With a playful tug, she loosened it, letting the fabric fall away to reveal more of her ample cleavage. The action was deliberate, a silent invitation that hung in the air for him to feel free to let his eyes linger.

Cohen couldn't help but steal glances at Jeremy. His perfectly placed tattoos and tanned arms that flexed with each gesture, were a testament to their day spent on the river and to the fact that he had grown even more gorgeous since those days back in high school.

He was 6'4" with a swimmer's build. His hair, slightly too long and perpetually windswept, gave him a bad boy charm that she found utterly irresistible. Being near Jeremy, stirred something unexplainable inside her and made her very thirsty for that elusive encounter she had desired and missed back in high school.

Jeremy's presence and the idea that her husband is giving her permission to be with him if she wanted, made her heart flutter like a teenager's.

As the night grew quieter, they all went inside. Cohen's husband winked at her and gave her a hug goodnight. He whispered in her ear so Jeremy coudn't hear, "I love you, you're gorgeous, I'll be waiting to hear all the details if you do decide to indulge."

Cohen whispered back, "OK. I have no idea what will happen, so there may not be much to tell. I love you so much.."

Cohen took the opportunity to refill their drinks. This was going to be their first time alone since high school. She knew she may need a drink to soften the butterflies.

Her husband looked at Jeremy as Cohen walked away, put his hand on his shoulder and quietly talked to him, "Listen, I've seen you looking at Cohen all day. She's gorgeous. I get it. I understand you're in need after losing your wife. I want you to relax. Enjoy Cohen. She's here for you. Whatever you need. I'm going to bed. Y'all stay up and... have some fun... maybe she can help you with some of that loneliness you've been having. And maybe you can see more of what you've been staring at all day. "

Then he gave him a wink and went to bed, and left Cohen and Jeremy alone in a house that grew darker and completely still except for the sound of the washing machine and dryer churning in the background.

The fridge hummed a low tune as she handed him a fresh beer.

Jeremy took a sip, not sure what to make of what her husband just said, but very intrigued.

Stammering to make conversation he said, "You know, Cohen.... you haven't aged a day since high school." Jeremy paused as if he wasn't sure he should say his next thought, but he smiled and said it anyway. "It was tough being around you all day in that bikini."

Her cheeks flushed, a warmth spreading from her chest to her fingertips. It was an electric compliment from someone she had desired for years and his voice was laced with something new that felt more like desire.

She didn't know how to respond. Her mind was spinning. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She thought herself, how do I even start this? Do I initiate or see if he will? Will either of us have the guts to try? Would he even want to?

"Jeremy," Cohen laughed a flirty laugh, "you do know you've been my crush since high school right? I mean the bus ride home and then that night at the party with 7 minutes in Heaven and I had to leave. I mean... I would've let you..." Cohen stopped.

There was a brief moment of quiet.

Jeremy tried to break the silence, "Yeah, I had practiced forever on how to make the bottle land in the exact spot..."

Cohen laughed..."So wait, you planned it to land on me." They both laughed nervously, but felt so comfortable and close.

"It sucked when you left" Jeremy laughed. "But I did go in the closet with Jennifer Standard after that."

"Jennifer Standard!! The girl with the big boobs?" Cohen said. Jeremy laughed, "Yeah" motioning his hands grabbing big boobs.

"What happened?" Cohen asked. Jeremy continued, "Eh we kissed a little... she had bad breath... I tried to touch her boob, but she wouldn't let me."

They both died laughing. "That's hilarious,"

Cohen said, "Well for what it's worth, I was chewing spearmint gum that night just in case... so my mouth..." Cohen paused, "my mouth would've tasted nice for you!" Cohen cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

"Well dammit" Jeremy chuckled. "To be honest, I only wanted to do that 7 minutes in the closet with you... after the bus ride home with you that night... I knew I wanted it to be you... I felt like there was something really great there.... I practiced the bottle spin thingy for forever!"

They both shared a laugh. Cohen summed it up "After all these years we never dated... kissed... nothing..."

Jeremy finished her thought, "We got so close though. I mean... we almost kissed that night at the party."

Cohen laughed and looked up at Jeremy knowing this was her open door to say something, "I couldn't 'just' kiss you."

The room was quiet for a moment.

Cohen started talking, wanting to put it out there to test the waters, "If I were to ever kiss you Jeremy... it wouldn't end up just being a kiss..." Cohen's heart was beating out of her chest as she wondered how Jeremy would respond.

She looked at Jeremy and smiled a blushing smile, "I can't just... kiss you Jeremy." Her face flushed not knowing where this conversation was going, but she knew she liked it.

Jeremy said, "Hmmm, dangerous huh?"

"Yeah... probably." Cohen laughed shyly as she knew she had put out the invitation to Jeremy.

What would he think? Where would this go?

The room was quiet momentarily as Jeremy slammed the remainder of his beer.

Cohen took another drink of her wine needing some liquid courage for this conversation.

Jeremy looked at Cohen, "You're married... I mean don't get me wrong, I've thought about you tons of times... and I am definitely a man in need, but I don't want to mess things up with you and your husband. He's really great."

Cohen said, "I have thought about being with you alot too.... my husband knows that... he knows you are my "hall pass". He knows it all... he brought me here this weekend... he went to bed early so... I could... do whatever... with you. He wanted to give us space and room to... try whatever we want... that is... if you want to..."

Jeremy took it all in and was obviously flush and wasn't sure what to do with all this information.

Jeremy set his empty bottle down on the counter and spun it very specifically and it slowly came to a stop right on Cohen. With a mischievous smile, Jeremy said, "I still got it."

Jeremy took her hand and led her through the kitchen toward the laundry room.

All the memories flooding back of Jeremy taking her hand and leading her with that smile to the closet for their 7 minutes in Heaven came flooding back.

As Jeremy led Cohen by the hand, thoughts were rushing through her mind..."Is this happening... what's happening... this is Jeremy... the guy that makes me so horny just being around him.... the guy I've masturbated and fantasized about so many times my whole life. How far is this going to go."

Once inside the laundry room, the tension was unbearable. Jeremy shut the door behind him. It was mostly dark except for the blue light glowing from the night light.

Jeremy's hand brushed against her arm, and she felt a jolt of anticipation as she let out a nervous laugh.

Cohen was looking down at the ground trying to let her eyes adjust to the glow of the night light. As she glanced around trying to adjust she could see that Jeremy had an erection tent poking in his swim suit.

Cohen thought to herself, there's that dick I've always wanted, but should I even do this? How far is this going to go... handjob... blowjob... is he going to undress me and touch me? What exactly is about to happen? Are we going to fuck? My husband knows I'm in here... that's so hot... what all will I tell him?

Her swim bottoms were getting very wet at the anticipation.

Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her, his lips firm and demanding. His lips and tongue felt different, but it felt like home. She melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as they kissed with a passion that was years in the making. They stumbled backward, knocking over a pile of towels, not breaking the kiss.

The heat between them was a tangible force that seemed to thicken the very air. His hand slithered down her back, his fingertips brushing the waistband of her swim bottoms.

They continued to kiss as Jeremy's thumb traced the outline of her suit, the fabric of her swimsuit the only thing standing between them. She could feel the head of his cock nudging through his swimsuit when he pressed against her, a silent plea for more.

Cohen began to raise her leg up almost involuntarily to give him better access to her forbidden places and pulled Jeremy closer to her by his hip, a confession of her need. Jeremy held her leg and pressed his cock against the leg she was standing on. The sensation of his dick against her was electrifying. She could feel the slickness of her arousal, the wetness seeping through the fabric.

She had imagined this so many times, but the reality was so much more intense. She could tell his cock was larger than her husband's. This was all so new and tantalizing. Another man's dick against her body. Another man's lips and tongue tasting the wine in her mouth.

With their kiss never breaking, Jeremy's heart pounded as he traced the strings of Cohen's bikini top and put his hands on her face as he continued to explore her mouth and tongue continuing to press his cock against her leg and inching his dick closer to her pubic mound.

His forearms rested on the exposed parts of her breasts right between her swimsuit top.

With a gentle but firm pull, he slipped the straps of her bikini top down her arms, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze. They were full and ripe, the rosy tips already pebbled with excitement. He cupped both her breast in his hands and let his fingers gently feel the bumps of her areolas that surrounded her perfectly erect nipples. The bare skin and weight of Cohen's breasts were intoxicating.

Cohen had moved her hands to Jeremy's drawstring of his swim shorts and began to untie them as Jeremy continued to explore her breasts. She could feel the pressure of his erect cock pressing against his shorts. With both hands, she started to slip them off over his hips as the coolness of the air kissed his dick. It bobbed before her, a testament to his desire, and she gasped at the sight.

The sight of Jeremy's thick, veiny length made her heart beat almost out of her chest. It was large and she anticipated how it would feel in her hand.

Cohen's eyes were wide with wonder, and she reached out tentatively to touch him. Her fingers danced around the base before she wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling the velvety skin and the pulsing heat beneath.

His dick was different from her husband's. He definitely kept himself manscaped. The tip of his dick was much fuller, his shaft was definitely much more girthy and he was at least a full inch longer. His balls were clean shaven and she noticed his dick leaned a little to the left. It was a weighty and long shaft. She marveled at how amazing it was to finally explore his dick after all these years and all the times she got so close.

She sank to her knees before him. With a sense of awe, she leaned in and put her lips on the tip of his dick. She flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock. Jeremy's knees buckled slightly, and he braced himself against the wall behind her. Cohen's eyes lit up with excitement as she took him into her mouth, her lips sliding over the head before she took more of him in, inch by inch. She could feel the veins pulsing under her tongue, and the taste of another man's cock in her mouth was thrilling.

She bobbed her head back and forth, her hand wrapping around the base to stroke him in time with her mouth. She felt powerful, kneeling before him like this, holding his pleasure in her hands and mouth. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the room, mingling with his soft groans of pleasure and the droning of the dryer.

Cohen's eyes were fully adjusted to the room now. She watched the way his pupils dilated and his eyelids fluttered with every pass of her tongue. She could feel him growing harder, swelling in her mouth. She wondered what it might feel like taking this sizable dick inside of her and would they get that far or would she just be sucking him off and that's it? So many thoughts went through Cohen's mind.

She had never had another man's hands on her anywhere except the one time Jeremy had touched her public hair back in high school.

Her own arousal was pulsing between her legs, her swim bottoms damp with desire. With a final, lingering lick, she pulled away, and stood up again.

She reached behind her to untie the strings of her own bottoms, letting them fall to the floor. Jeremy stepped back, just long enough to appreciate her, to drink in the sight of her naked body.

She could see the hunger in his eyes, the raw desire that mirrored her own. He was about to do what her husband did every night without a second thought--sink into her warmth, skin to skin, fill her up with his own desperate need, and make her scream with pleasure. All of this was pure forbidden bliss.

He stepped closer, his cock brushing against her stomach. Jeremy said quietly, "Its been a while, so I need to go slow... and just take in every inch of you... soak all of this up."

Cohen smiled and wrapped her hand around his shaft once more, her grip firm and confident. She stroked him from root to tip. "Take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere." she whispered.

Jeremy watched her hand on his cock, as a bead of precum formed and slid down the side of his cock. She wiped his tip off with her index finger and thumb and brought her thumb to her lips, cleaning off his precum thoroughly into her mouth, and savoring the musky flavor that was uniquely Jeremy.

The sight of her tasting him had Jeremy on the edge.

He pulled her leg up again and she willingly separated her legs for him spreading open her lips as he nestled his shaft between her folds with his tip resting on her pubic mound. He cupped both her ass cheeks and pulled her closer to him. Her ass was perfectly shaped, and her skin was soft and cold.

The vibration of the washing machine beneath them seemed to sync with the pounding of their hearts. The room was spinning, the only anchor she had was the feel of new skin against hers, the taste of him, and the sound of their muffled moans.

Jeremy grabbed her by her ass cheeks and picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the dryer. He set her down, the heat of the appliance warming her ass as he positioned himself between her thighs.

Cohen's eyes never leaving his, she lay back on the dryer, with her feet on the edge, her legs parting as an invitation, her sex glistening and begging for his touch.

Jeremy could finally see every fold of her pussy all the way down to her puckered asshole. Cohen was perfectly manicured with her lips totally smooth and a small triangle shaped patch on her mound. He took in the sights of Cohen's lovely crotch as she left it there for him to revel in all its glory while she watched his gaze.

He began to kiss her inner thighs and worked his mouth across her crotch, tasting her with his warm tongue and kissing her folds lightly.

He put his hands on Cohen's inner thighs moving them slowly to her lovely places. He rested one hand over her crotch as he continued to kiss her inner thighs slowly, and cupped her entire vagina for a moment with one hand as if to say to her body, "Hello, I feel you and your majesty, and thank you for the adventure we're about to take."

He took his index finger and thumb and gathered one of her outer lips and stroked it from top to bottom rolling it between his fingers. He did it on both sides. Cohen's breath grew shallow and erratic as the pleasure grew in intensity.

Then he gently worked his fingers to her opening and spread her lips to reveal her hole to the open air. He found her inner lips and stroked them rolling them between his fingers on both sides slowly. Cohen sighed, picked her feet up off the dryer and spread her legs into the splits position holding her legs and making herself even wider to give him better access and express her approval.

He took his index finger and thumb and started tracing the lines of her clit between his fingers while grasping and tugging on her clit from top to bottom. At the top he'd grab her clit softly between his fingers and tug gently and let go... move down a little, tug and let go teasing her clit, rolling and tugging on it between his fingers.

Cohen's eyes closed tightly shut, the sensations too intense to be seen through the veil of reality. She could feel herself growing wetter, the slickness of her arousal making it easier for him to navigate her folds.

Jeremy's touch was like a master conductor, guiding her through a crescendo of sensation. Cohen's muffled moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet music of her pleasure.

He started to use his thumb and move in a circle with firm pressure on her clit, and slowly entered her with two fingers exploring her fully inside. His thumb continued its dance, while his other fingers explored the depths of her. He curled them inward, finding that magical spot that made her back arch off the dryer. He began to use 2 fingers inside of her lightly tapping her spot while he continued to slowly circle her clit with the thumb on his other hand.

While Jeremy used his fingers, he lined up his dick between her legs, finding her slick and ready, she moaned as he traded his fingers inside of her for the tip of his cock at her hole and nestled it at her entrance and continued his thumb's dance on her happy place as he ran the tip of his dick up and down between her folds.

It was as if her entire being was drawn into this moment, every nerve ending singing with anticipation. She could feel the tension in her legs, her toes curling and uncurling in time with the rhythm of Jeremy's touch.

Jeremy whispered, "I don't have a condom... you OK with this?"

With closed eyes, Cohen nodded yes.

With permission from Cohen to put his cock inside of her without a condom, Jeremy pushed in the tip of his dick ever so slightly as her lips gave way to his girth. He pulled out, then slowly pushed in just the tip again, spreading her lips apart. Cohen, filled with intense arousal, could not wait another second for the weight of his entire dick inside of her, and put both of her feet on his ass and pushed him all the way inside of her.

Jeremy could feel her warmth enveloping him and savored her tightness as she stretched to accommodate him. Cohen's eyes went wide with pleasure. She urged him deeper with her hips, and he complied, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.

He filled her completely, his dick was larger than she was used to and reached places she had never felt before. Her body adjusted for his extra size and was grateful.

Cohen raised up off the dryer to meet him face to face and surrender herself to this first time he ever put his dick inside of her, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through them.

Jeremy kept his thumb on Cohen's clit applying pressure in a circular motion as he continued to thrust inside of her rhythmically.

Their eyes locked, as they enjoyed every sensation of each other's touch, and their naked bodies and intimate places together for the first time. Cohen's breasts bounced with every impact, and Jeremy watched, entranced by the sight. Jeremy continued to apply pressure to her clit, moving in circles, and he increased the pace of his long thrusts as Cohen's breasts bounced in time.

Her breath grew ragged, her eyes fluttering closed as he hit just the right spot. Cohen laid back on the dryer again as Jeremy continued to plunge into her rhythmically.

The pleasure grew, spiraling out from her core, tightening her muscles around his cock as he continued to thrust inside of her. The friction grew more intense.

The sensation of her clit under his thumb was like a fine art, each stroke a brushstroke on the canvas of her pleasure between her folds.

Cohen's legs continued to grip Jeremy's waist, her heels digging into the small of his back moving in time with each thrust inside of her. Her stomach muscles tensed, and Jeremy could feel her fluttering around his shaft, a sign that she was starting to feel her climax building.

Cohen's eyes rolled back in her head, and her mouth began to form a perfect "O". Jeremy could feel the heat building in his balls, his cock swelling even more with every plunge into her warm body.

Cohen desperately wanted to cum at the same time as he did. To feel her climax at the same moment as his would be heaven.

The silent sound of their skin slapping together blended with the tumbling noises of the dryer was a symphony that filled the room, punctuated by their muffled pleas for more.

Cohen wondered if her husband could hear them fucking right now... she was so turned on knowing he was in the house and knew she was with Jeremy.

Cohen felt her climax approaching. Her pussy clenched around him, her inner muscles contracting and releasing in a delicious dance of pleasure with each stroke of his dick inside of her. Jeremy felt it too. Cohen thought to herself..."I can't believe I'm about to have an orgasm with Jeremy's dick inside of me"

Jeremy continued to thrust into her with the head of his dick hitting her spot before each deeper thrust and his thumb keeping time on her clit.

Cohen whispered, "Don't stop, please, don't stop" as her hips were bucking to meet his every movement and locking herself in for the climax that was coming with the rhythm of his thrusts increasing and begging for a passage out.

The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter inside her, until she felt as if she would burst.

With a muffled cry, she came.

Her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Jeremy slowed down, he kept pressure with his thumb and watched her face, gently thrusting in deep with each wave of her orgasm. He marveled at the immense look of pleasure on her face.

As she rode Jeremy's cock with the waves of her orgasm, feeling his thumb's gentle presence circling her still, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream. He could feel her clamp down on him, her muscles squeezing his cock in a delicious vice. It was more than Jeremy could bare, and he quickly stammered "I'm about to cum do I need to pull out..." and Cohen pushed his dick deeper inside of her with her heels on his back and held him there tightly. Jeremy emptied himself into her, filling her deep as his body began to shake and tremble with his climax in time with hers.

Cohen's eyes flew open, and she stared up at him as he came, feeling his cock pulse inside of her with their eyes locked on each other's. Cohen's face was a mask of pure ecstasy as she felt the waves of his orgasm. It was just as she had always imagined it would be.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure, taboo, and fullness that had her panting as she stayed still, giving her body as an offering to his desires and his intense orgasm.

They remained there, breathing heavily, for what felt like an eternity.

Cohen raised up off the dryer and embraced Jeremy. Her legs were still wrapped around his body as Jeremy lifted her off the dryer. He held her, pressed against him by her ass cheeks and kept his dick inside her drenched pussy as he stood there holding Cohen's naked body against his.

Cohen wanted to stay in the laundry room longer and let Jeremy fuck her as many times as he wanted. She was a slave to his touch, his kiss, and his big beautiful cock. Their rendezvous made her want this even more.

The only sound was the hum of the washing machine, a gentle reminder of the world outside their bubble of desire. And in that moment, Cohen knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

They had finally had their 7 minutes in heaven and all that was left was the sticky sweat on their bodies, the faint smell of laundry detergent and Jeremy's semen, and the heavy, satisfied silence that hung in the air.

Jeremy's cock slowly softened inside her as they were still motionless exchanging soft kisses. Cohen couldn't help but feel a sense of loss as he finally withdrew his dick from her drenched folds.

Jeremy, smiled and helped her to her feet, and she felt a rush of cold air against her exposed skin. Before he stepped away he cupped her breasts and kissed each of her nipples softly as if to say thank you. He looked in her eyes and kissed her one last time, a gentle brush of his lips against hers that spoke volumes. It was a kiss filled with acknowledgment of the line they had just crossed.

Jeremy said quietly, "Never in a million years would I have guessed I would've been with you tonight. That was amazing..... can y'all stay another night?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with passion.

Cohen nodded, her eyes searching his, "I'll ask if we can stay again tomorrow night. I'm pretty sure we can." she murmured, "I need to see how my husband reacts to me telling him I fucked you... and really liked it... this isnt anything we've ever done." her voice barely above a whisper.

Jeremy nodded, "Understood. I hope he doesn't get pissed and leave. Let me know what I can do to make him comfortable. And tell him thanks. I really needed tonight."

They cleaned themselves up, Cohen held Jeremy's dick in one hand and his balls in the other and bent down and gave it one last kiss. "Goodbye for now, hope to see you again real soon," she whispered.

Jeremy slipped back into his swimsuit, and Cohen remained naked. They exchanged knowing glances, the kind that spoke of shared moments and illicit desires. As they opened the laundry room door the house was still, the only indication of their escapade was the slightly disheveled laundry.

They shared an embrace before going to their bedrooms. "Can we have more moments like this?" Jeremy whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

Cohen's heart raced at the thought. "I'm pretty sure yes... I'm going to tell my husband about tonight and we'll see how he feels about you and me... us... all of it."

Cohen went to her room and got under the covers with her husband who was awake waiting for Cohen to tell him everything.

"Jeremy says 'thanks, he really needed that'".

"Did you hear us?" Cohen smiled and asked.

Her husband smiled, "I heard some of it, but it was hard to tell. I just almost couldn't contain myself in here thinking about how it was so hot wondering what y'all were doing in the other room... I wanted to peek in and just watch. I've never been more turned on than right now."

Cohen whispered, "you want to put your dick inside of me and feel his cum?"

"He came inside of you?" he asked, "I wasn't totally sure how far y'all would get. Oh wow... that's hot baby."

Cohen smiled and said, "yes, he came inside of me. It was amazing."

Her husband rolled on top of her and put his dick inside of her and felt how drenched in Jeremy's cum she was. He saw some of Jeremy's cum all mixed in with her pubic hairs.

He smiled and rhythmically began to thrust inside of Cohen's wet pussy as she kissed him and quietly told him all the details about the night as he continued to fuck her. As her husband fucked her and listened, he ran his fingers over the left over cum that was on her pubic mound.

She told him exactly how Jeremy's dick felt in her hands, her mouth, and the way he couldn't keep his eyes off of her body, how she spread her legs wide for him on the dryer, and how he felt inside of her.

She went on about how he knew how to push her buttons, how hard she came, and finally how he almost pulled out, but she pushed his dick in so he could come inside of her.

Her husband climaxed inside of Cohen right when she got to the "so he could come inside of me" part.

Cohen kissed her husband as he laid on top of her climaxing, while his body convulsed. Cohen's folds now dripping with the semen of two men.

She said, "Thank you for letting me fuck Jeremy. It was amazing... and you are amazing. I love you baby."

Her husband kissed her and said, "So hot. Honeslty, I didn't think you'd do it."

Her husband rolled off Cohen and laid next to her with his hand on her crotch marveling at all of the cum that was mixed together inside of her. As they stared into each other's eyes, Cohen said, "Want to stay again tomorrow?

"Maybe we could do it in the living room and you could watch us..."

Her husband's eyes lit up as he listened.

Cohen continued, "or... maybe... you could join us? You've mentioned a threesome would be hot before... I know you meant me, you, and another girl... but how about me, you, and another guy... I know you think he's a good looking guy and Jeremy said he'd do whatever to keep you happy. Maybe he'd be open to it and maybe it wouldn't be too weird for you. Having both of you ravage me would be so hot... or... you can just watch if you don't want to be naked with another man or have a dick near you... I get it... but... if you're OK with it... I definitely want to play with him again if we stay... and you're invited this time... however you want to be involved."

Her husband just grinned and said, "Oh hell yeah, we can stay another night!"