Using the Hall Pass - Pt. 02

Using the Hall Pass - Pt. 2

By Cal Bishop

Author's Note

Robbie gives Tracy another hall pass.

This is a hotwife/slutwife story. There may be cuckoldry-adjacent stuff here but it's not pure humiliation. That being said, this definitely is not a "cheating bitch gets chlamydia and gets kicked to the curb in that order" story. If that's what you're looking for, I recommend you look elsewhere.

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Scenarios depicted here are intended to be fun fantasy, but may be illegal, immoral, and/or dangerous if actually attempted in real life. All characters in sexual situations are over 18.

Using the Hall Pass - Part 2

Robbie sat on the couch, with his phone in his hand and the Netflix home screen on but without really paying attention to either. Instead he was focusing on what he could just barely hear from upstairs: his wife Tracy putting their two kids to bed.

He was eager to see her, and at the same time nervous about how putting the kids to bed would go. Maybe it would be smooth and she'd be down any minute, or maybe Izzy, their four-year-old, would be in the middle of a tantrum. Hope it's not Chris too, that would really be messy, at his age.

Finally, about 10 minutes later than usual, Tracy came down, and he didn't hear screaming.

"How did it go?" Robbie asked carefully.

Tracy sighed. "I think Chris is still up, but he'll probably be OK. He knows the rules by now. But we should keep quiet for a few minutes just in case."

Robbie burst out with a big grin. "Great. Thanks."

She looked twice at his grin and gave him a leer of her own. "What do you have in mind?" she asked.

He picked up a piece of paper from the couch next to him and handed it to her. She sat down next to him and read it. He had jotted down the language over the past few days and printed it out as soon as he got home today.

Despite the thought he had put into it, it was simple. Across the top, it said, "HALL PASS" in large print. Below it in normal text, it said, "The bearer of this pass is entitled to one session of sex with the person of their choice with no consequences from the giver of this pass with following conditions:

They inform the giver of the pass of the act as soon as possible. They provide proof of the act to the giver of the pass as soon as practical, not more than one day later. Acceptable formats of proof may include:

Photographic evidence of the act in progress; Video evidence of the act in progress; orImmediate physical inspection, to reveal evidence of sexual contact.

Expiration date: August 31, 2023. Date redeemed: ________"

After reading it the first time, she read it again. Finally she turned and look at him. "You're joking," she said.

"Was I joking last time?" he countered.

"No, you weren't," she said softly, probably thinking about how wild their sex lives had been since she used the previous pass.

"Well then, you have my encouragement to use a hall pass again," he said, as matter-of-fact as he could make it, even though his heart was racing.

"This is a much shorter expiration date than last time," she said, seizing on the simplest difference. "Last time I got 30 years."

He rolled his eyes. "If you don't get around to using it in time, we'll deal with it," by printing out another copy on the 30 th and changing the date, he thought. "But I don't think I have too much to worry about."

By her expression, she disagreed. She wrinkled her nose. "Evidence? Do you actually want to see me... like that?"

"Hell, yeah," he said.

"What if he doesn't go for that?" she asked. "I'm pretty sure some guys wouldn't."

"You'll never know until you ask," Robbie said.

"Where am I even going to find someone?" she muttered, staring off across the room.

Robbie blinked. He wouldn't have guessed that, of all things, would be a problem. "You can call back the guy from the first time, whoever it was," he offered.

"No, I can't," she said. "And I wouldn't if I could."

Her vehemence surprised him, but he pivoted. "Well, okay, but if that's the only problem, I'm pretty sure it's solvable. They have apps for that. And you may not think of this much, but you are an attractive woman," he said with his most charming grin.

He wasn't just buttering her up. Not quite 40, wearing shorts and a t-shirt with her hair back and ready for a relaxing night at home, she looked like the practical soccer mom she might be in a few years when their kids got a little older.

But when he saw her in the mornings as she was getting ready for her job as an adjunct professor at the nearby state college, she was dignified and professional, no doubt lusted after by some of her students, and Robbie had many fond memories of seeing her dressed for clubbing and dancing when they were younger, her reddish-brown hair flowing wildly, her C-cup breasts barely restrained by a tight top or dress.

She sighed again. "Thanks. I'll figure it out."

"Some apps offer couples' accounts," he offered. "Want to try one of those?"

"Naaah, I'll figure it out," she repeated, giving him a smile and a hug.

They browsed the Netflix menu and settled in to watch The Gray Man, even though they probably wouldn't finish it before going to bed themselves. Robbie relaxed with his arm around Tracy, but found himself uneasy, wondering why she hadn't greeted the pass as warmly as he expected.

It's not like she has to blow me just for as a reward for giving her the pass, he thought. That would be crazy. But it's almost like she didn't even want it. He wondered for the first time in over a month whether she actually had used the first hall pass.

That's not a lie anyone would normally tell, but after all, there was no real proof and she had been vague about some key details. The reason the new hall pass required evidence was to make it more thrilling, to make him more involved, to see what it was like personally when she was with another man rather than just hearing about it. That's what he told himself and he would swear it to her if she asked. All that being said, knowing that it had actually happened would be a side benefit.

The following night, after Robbie's turn putting the kids to bed, he came downstairs to find Tracy with both feet on the floor and both hands on her phone. "Hey, I'm setting up Tinder now," she said.

"Great! Great," he said, sitting down next to her maybe a little more quickly and closely than usual, not wanting to worry her.

There was a problem right away. "Should I say I'm married?" she asked when the cursor was in the field for her bio. "It'll probably turn most people off..."

"Well, do you want this to be a couples thing?" Robbie asked. Way back when he gave her the pass, it had had been intended as a first step to get her to think about something kinky, and as an apology for a suggestion that had gone over badly, without thinking too much about the details.

"Hell, no," she snorted without thinking about it. She immediately looked horrified at what she had said. "I mean, not yet! Not now. Maybe someday, but let's just... focus on this for now, okay?"

"No problem," he said. He could read between the lines. She doesn't like the idea of me with another woman. Well, fine. Our sex has been so hot lately, I'm still getting plenty out of this myself. For now.

"But I have to say something like that. I don't want anyone thinking I'm looking for an actual relationship."

"Right. You might not be free on school nights, but you're still a slut looking to get fucked," Robbie joked.

"Exactly," she said with a smile, getting into it.

They settled on "MILF looking for no strings attached dates and play" for the first sentence. Then they had to decide what to say about her likes and dislikes, if anything. It took them over half an hour to complete her profile, writing and deleting every word. It took almost as long to find a picture. In the end they found one from a vacation five years ago, just before Izzy was born, and blurred out her face.

When they were finally done, she paused, staring at the screen. "So, do you want to check out some possible matches?" Robbie asked.

She jumped as if she had forgotten he was there. She grinned at him slyly. "Not tonight. Have a seat and let's talk," she said, motioning to the couch.

He sat down on one side, expecting her to sit next to him. Instead she wedged one knee between his leg and the arm of the couch. "Give me a little room here," she said. He did. She put the other knee on the other side of him and settled down, straddling him, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders.

"Oh, I hadn't realized it was going to be that kind of talk," he said with a smile. They were both fully clothed at the moment, but had fucked in this position often enough. He rested his hands on her hips comfortably.

She smiled briefly, but her words were serious. "I want to be careful about what we're doing," she said. "I want to make sure of what this account is for, of how it'll be used."

"I'm sure," he said with a smile.

"It seems like this is a bigger deal than that time with the guy at the hotel," she said. "One time, one guy, that could be a momentary indiscretion, a mistake. But an account? This could become a habit. A... lifestyle."

He swallowed. He had seen that term used in porn and erotica, but wasn't aware she had. Maybe she's thought of this more seriously than I realized. Maybe more seriously than me. "I like that idea," he said.

"Do you? Okay. Let's start there," she said. She shrugged, highlighting her breasts a little bit even though she was wearing a comfortable t-shirt, and then laced her arms behind his head, resting her elbows on his shoulders, bringing her face much closer to his.

"You like the idea of me being with other men. Sucking their dicks and being all slutty," she said.

"It's not slutty if your husband says you can do it," Robbie countered. "And a blowjob? Pshhh. That's just playing around."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm glad you're so open-minded. You like the idea of me fucking other men, just like that?" she said. He nodded slightly. "Yeah, I think I knew that, after the past few weeks," she said with a smile.

"But if we use this app, it's not just an idea, it's real," she went on, sitting up straighter on top of him, her eyes lighting up with an emotion he couldn't be sure about. "I could really, actually fuck another man again, and you're asking me to tell you about it right away, with details. You think you'll enjoy that?"

"I'm willing to find out," he said, trying to be judicious about it, but the whole experience made it difficult. He ran his hands up her thighs, back to her ass, squeezing, massaging it.

"And now you're saying you want to see it yourself," she said, as if she hadn't noticed his hands. "You actually want to see another man's cock in my mouth?" she started gyrating her hips when she asked that. "In my pussy? Blowing his load on me? In me?"

"Yeah," Robbie whispered.

She stopped moving her hips. "Why?" she asked, matter-of-fact.

He chuckled. He just barely had the presence of mind to realize that she had planned this. "Stand up," he growled.

She blinked and complied. He unsnapped her pants and yanked them over her hips. "Get those off," he said as he shucked his own pants and shirt and sat down again. "Now, get back up here and I'll tell you why," he said.

She laughed at that as she wiggled out of her panties and shirt, freeing her beautiful firm tits, and put her knees on either side of his legs again. She started gyrating her hips over him, maybe just a little closer than before to his growing erection. "Well? I'm listening," she said.

He put his hands on her hips, stared into her eye, and watched, feeling her hot bush and pussy just barely brush against his belly and cock. When the position was just right he tensed his hands, pulling her down, and at the same time drove his hips up, driving his cock into her. She gasped.

"Because I've always known you had the potential for this," he said, low, breathing hard. "I've always known you could easily be a slut. I've always known you needed good, hard sex and a lot of it and one man wouldn't be enough for you."

He drove his cock into her as deep as he could, not bothering with tender romance at the moment. "I'm just glad you told me how much of a slut you were!" he growled. "So I'd have the chance to be the best man for you! The best man in you! The best man fucking your slutty cunt!"

That was a bald-faced lie, or at best, wishful thinking. He had no reason to think she wasn't happy with the past nine years of family life until a few weeks ago and had been shocked when she told him that she had used the pass.

But he knew her well enough to know it was the right thing to say now. She hadn't been very kinky until recently, but she had always been passionate in bed, and ever since she told him about her session with a mysterious man, she'd loved to hear about what she did or would or could do with that man or other men in the future, real or hypothetical, often in nasty terms.

Her reaction confirmed it. She moaned at what he said as if it was giving her as much pleasure as his cock inside her. She bucked her hips on him and held herself up with hands on his shoulder so she could devote every muscle from her bellybutton down to extracting as much pleasure as she could from the cock that happened to be her husband's at the moment.

"God, yes, I'm a slut, so fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck your slut, fuck the slut..." she chanted as their thrusts accelerated. He grabbed her hips to have some control of his own over their speed. He wondered if he'd leave bruises. He was pretty sure she wouldn't mind if he did.

He started tensing his hips harder, driving his cock deeper into her, and her "fuck me" mantra turned to squeals. Eventually the squeals turned to loud moans. He put one hand on the back of her neck, pulling her face towards his, kissing her both out of pure passion and to keep her from waking the children.

She returned the kiss eagerly at first but as her orgasm started it turned to open-mouthed moaning into his face. He tensed and came inside her and couldn't guess if she noticed it, she was so overcome with her own pleasure.

Finally they slowed to a stop and caught their breath. She ducked into the bathroom around the corner to clean up wordlessly. He gathered up their clothes and they crept upstairs, still with few words. He drifted went to sleep soon after, blissfully imagining what it would look like to see her blow or fuck with another man, and how it could possibly compare to the sex they'd just had or would have immediately afterwards.

As the days went on, though, imagining that scene became less confident. "Do you believe this?" Tracy demanded three days later when Robbie was making dinner. She had set the kids up with a pre-dinner snack and stormed in to see him. She shoved her phone in her face. It was displaying a picture of an erect cock. It may have been a bit bigger than average, but the extreme close-up and lack of context made it hard to tell.

"That's impressive?" he said, confused.

"I'm glad you think so. I don't know why he thought I would," Tracy muttered drily. She took the phone back and tapped a few buttons, presumably getting rid of the offending image. "You worked on the bio with me. Do you remember saying, 'unsolicited dick pics are a good first impression'? Because I don't."

"Ah. Huh. I gather that you aren't getting the kind of interest you'd like," Robbie said carefully as he continued chopping up carrots for the salad.

"Duh," Tracy answered. "And it's not just him. There were two more just like that."

"Ugh. Sorry. Is that really all you've got?"

"Well, there were two others that were more, you know, polite. Normal," she admitted. "But one of them just seemed boring, and the other came right after one of those dick pics, and I was too mad to even give him a chance."

Robbie would have liked to follow up, but the kids were just barely out of earshot, and the timer for the chicken in the oven was less than two minutes away from dinging. He eyed the half-done salad and the mix of herbs for the chicken and shrugged. "Well, sorry. Maybe you can give him a chance in a few days. Or maybe someone better will come along."

But they didn't. Over the following week, Tracy showed him two more dick pics she had received. She also told him about some others that weren't much more appealing. "Can you believe this? 'Hey, missy, one taste of my equipment will be more than you can handle,'" she read in the closest imitation she could do to a baritone as they settled down for the evening in front of the TV. "What does he even need me for? He's apparently great at jerking himself off."

Robbie chuckled at that and snuck a glance at the screen. "He looks like your type, though," he joked. The man was wearing sunglasses in the picture and a sport coat more formal than Robbie normally wore, but his tightly curled hair and hawklike nose resembled Robbie's. Robbie leaned in and leered to strike the same pose as the man in the picture.

"Hah! Don't worry, you were never that creepy," Tracy said.

As he looked over her shoulder, he noticed a few other messages on the app that she had read, but she didn't volunteer any information about them before changing the subject to dinner, and he let it lie.

Another week went by with similar jokes and complaints and no discussion of matches, and August started, and Robbie wondered again if he was barking up the wrong tree. When Tracy did show interest in another man, she found him in a way Robbie hadn't expected.

It was a hot Saturday. The family had got through a trip to Costco in the morning. After lunch, Robbie and Tracy planned to set up the inflatable kiddie pool and the sprinkler attachment for the hose to make a miniature water park for Izzy and Chris.

"Ack!" Robbie yelped when something wet hit his back while he was filling the pool absent-mindedly. He whirled and saw Chris behind him with a water gun and a massive grin on his face, his younger sister watching from the shade.

Robbie glared at his son, but Chris just tensed and squirted Robbie again, and Izzy tried to suppress giggles at that. Robbie shrugged, put his thumb over the hose to focus the pressure, and sprayed Chris with the improvised water cannon. Chris tried to dodge but he wasn't fast enough, getting soaked on his back.

Unfortunately, a hose with a thumb over it isn't a precise weapon. Robbie got a fair amount of water on his face and chest from the backlash. He wiped his face to get it out of his eyes. Izzy laughed out loud. Robbie guffawed, glared at her theatrically, and turned the hose on her too. Soon they were both running.

"Give me a minute to finish up here, kids, then you can both cool down all you want," he muttered. He returned the hose to the pool.

Just then, something icy soaked his back. "Jesus Christ!" He yelled and jumped about a foot in the air. He whirled around and saw Tracy, shaking with laughter and holding a bucket in her hands. An empty bucket. Robbie was drenched.

"Oh yeah?" He snarled, and turned the hose on her, at point blank range. Once again, he got wet, but she got drenched too. Chris ran through the stream, both protecting his mother and enjoying the intense cool blast again.

Izzy joined her brother in the stream as Tracy fled. Robbie laughed at them all, but soon wondered about his phone and wallet in his pocket. "Truce! Pause! Not it!" he yelled. He got his wallet and phone out and the hose back in the half-full pool. He let it fill for another minute or so, his eyes on the rest of his family the whole time.

"Okay, the pool's good," he announced. "Let me put this stuff away before I set up the sprinkler." He sidled away from the pool and toward the house as the children jumped in, screaming. As he did, he noticed their neighbor, Roger, on his property behind theirs, mowing his lawn. Robbie waved at Roger before returning to the house.

While in the house, Robbie changed into dry clothes. Then he got steaks out of the fridge, put them in a pan, and doused them with Italian dressing; he'd grill them for dinner later. While he was doing that, the washing machine dinged, so he shoved the load of laundry from it into the dryer.

By the time he was ready to rejoin Tracy and the kids, they had company. Tracy had set up the sprinkler and Roger was chatting with Tracy just out of its range. "Hey, Rob," he said when Robbie approached, sticking out his hand for a shake. It was firm, as always. Roger was in his fifties but kept very fit and was old-fashioned enough to give serious handshakes. He probably didn't even think about what a normal grip was for most people.

"Hey, how's it going?" Robbie said.

"Pretty good, just doing a little maintenance on the old place. I've got company coming tomorrow."

"Thanks for the heads up," Robbie frowned in thought. Roger's wife had died in a car accident five years earlier. He had used the insurance settlement to buy a smaller condominium closer to his office and rent out the house as an Airbnb much of the year.

"Sorry again about the noise from the guests back in March. You didn't have any problems two weeks ago, did you?" Roger asked.

"No," Robbie said.

"I think we bothered them more," Tracy said. "The kids get up early some days, and I know I saw your guests out sunbathing that morning. Sorry."

"Hah! Well, they gave me 5 stars anyways, so it can't have been that bad," Roger said. It was impossible to tell what he was looking at due to his aviator sunglasses but his eyes seemed to linger on Tracy a bit as he spoke. Her dark blue t-shirt was wet enough to cling to her body more than usual. Robbie could easily make out her bra from where he was standing and wondered if Roger could too.

They made small talk for a bit. Roger soon excused himself to finish mowing before it got any hotter. His salt-and-pepper hair, normally wavy, was already noticeably sweaty. Robbie and Tracy got water of their own. "It looked like he was checking you out," Robbie teased Tracy when they were back on the deck, in sight of Chris and Izzy but out of earshot.

"Really?" She asked and tugged at her t-shirt absent-mindedly. But a moment later she smiled. "Maybe he'd like to do more than look," she said with a meaningful grin.

Robbie blinked, surprised. "Seriously? I mean, I know we've been talking about playing around, but a neighbor? That seems kind of risky."

"He's not exactly a neighbor, is he?" Tracy said.

Robbie had to admit, she had a point. Even before he started renting out the house, they didn't see much of Roger. Their neighborhood was like many laid out in the mid-twentieth century, with detached single-family homes on small lots connected by winding streets and cul-de-sacs. Roger's house was on Fallon Court and theirs was on Dwight Drive. They shared a property line between their backyards, but going from one house to the other on the street would be a distance of more than half a mile.

Robbie mentally reviewed everything he knew about Roger for the risk of being noticed by neighbors or other problems. His son is in college in Illinois or something like that... I'm sure he's never met the Washingtons, they just moved in last year... I guess he could know Claudia and Aaron on the other side, but he can't see them much, we barely do ourselves... He invited us to a party when Tracy was pregnant and we only knew one other couple... When he couldn't think of anything significant, he shrugged. "I guess not."

Tracy smiled. "So you're okay with it?" she asked.

Robbie's heart raced. The sun was shining, their children were playing in the water 20 yards away, and he and Tracy were talking about her doing... something... with another man. Not in the past, not with key details left to the imagination, but that guy standing right over there. "Sure, I give you permission to play around," he said softly. He wondered if she'd take it how he meant it. He wondered how he meant it.

She broke into a broad grin and hugged him, fierce but brief. "Great!" she said after she pulled back. Then she got more serious. "So what should I do?"

Robbie shrugged. "I'm sure he's hot over there. Why don't you just bring him some ice water and hang out?"

"Good idea," she said. Then she looked thoughtful. "I'll be right back."

She ducked into the house. Robbie stayed on the deck watching the kids. When Tracy finally emerged, she was carrying a glass of water. She gave Robbie a cheerful smile as she walked by. "I'll be back in a few," she said.

He smiled at her as she passed by briskly. She had also changed out of her wet top and into a white t-shirt with a scene from the Bahamas on it, a souvenir of their honeymoon, and jean shorts that were shorter than the khaki shorts she had been wearing. It was perfectly decent and casual, but he couldn't help thinking that it was more revealing than most of what she wore these days. Also, the mostly white shirt would be see-through if it got wet.

Is she going to get the kids to splash her on purpose, or just living dangerously? He wondered. He peered at her again as she walked across the property line and wondered if she was even wearing a bra.

Roger happened to be out of sight around the Washington's fence when Tracy caught up to him. The noise of the lawnmower stopped. The kids' shrieks seemed louder without the background noise.

Chris left the kiddie pool and snuck towards Robbie with the water gun again. Robbie pretended not to notice until he had been squirted at point-blank range, and then acted outraged. Chris ran, Robbie chased, and Robbie let himself be led through the sprinkler. Soon his second shirt of the day was soaked and Robbie was acting like a normal husband and father again for a little while.

Tracy returned a few minutes later, smiling and empty-handed. "How's he doing?" Robbie asked.

"Great. I left him the glass. I'll just go get it later tonight, probably after dinner. He'll be there." Robbie narrowed his eyes at that, but she just smiled brightly at him and walked by, to the house.

He spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze. Am I crazy? Is this a joke that I'm taking way too far? A fetish we really should talk about in broad daylight with our clothes on?

He almost asked Tracy to cancel her plan for the evening, whatever it was, but he didn't. Every time he thought seriously about it, a vision came to mind.

It started with a memory of Tracy's face, dimpled and radiant, looking him in his eyes. She happened to be wearing the sun dress she had been wearing two months ago when she first told him that she had used the hall pass, but the focus of the vision was on her lips, parted slightly with a smile, and her eyes, twinkling with mirth at a joke between the two of them. She'd smile wider, and then maybe purse her lips, as though to offer him a kiss, or maybe make an O and part them, as though to suck his cock.

He'd seen that scene many times in real life, but in the vision it was different, because in the vision he wasn't seeing this from directly in front of her but from further away and to the side and there was another man directly in front of her. Every time he thought of that, his heart raced and his erection swelled in his shorts and he put off the talk.

He was pretty sure Tracy knew he was distracted and enjoyed it, and pretty sure the children were oblivious. They were happy enough to play in the makeshift water park for more than two hours. When they got tired, tempers frayed. Robbie and Tracy intervened when Chris hit Izzy, but he swore Izzy had bit him first.

While Tracy got them cooled off and bathed, Robbie made a salad and grilled the steaks. Dinner was uneventful. Robbie could only guess the kids were just the right amount of tired.

After they cleared the table and put away the leftovers, Robbie said nonchalantly, "You know, it's my turn to put the kids to bed either way. If you want to get started on your evening plans, I can also do the rest of the clean-up."

Tracy looked confused but soon recovered. "My plans. That walk. Sure. Thanks. I'll just need a minute to get ready. Come on," she said to the children, and all four of them went upstairs together.

While Robbie was trying to get the kids to agree on what fairy tale he'd read to them, Tracy came in the room. "Good night! Be good!" She said to the kids and gave them quick hugs. If her clothes or anything else had changed, Robbie couldn't tell.

They settled on "The Princess and the Frog." Halfway through the story, his phone vibrated. He couldn't check it in the middle of the story without disturbing the kids.

When the story ended, he kissed the kids good night and chanced a look at his phone. Tracy had texted him. "Be downstairs when I get back and I'll give you every detail! Love you ;) xoxo"

Robbie took a big breath. He said good night to Chris, brought Izzy to her room across the hall, said good night to her, and told them both that he just had to go downstairs and finish cleaning up and it was definitely their bed time so would they please go to sleep. Then he crept downstairs and waited at the bottom of the stairs for two minutes.

Sure enough, Izzy needed a drink of water. He brought it up. Then he waited two minutes more at the bottom of the stairs. When nothing happened, he waited two minutes more. after that he finally crept to the kitchen and finished cleaning up after dinner. After that, he crept back to the stairs and listened. He heard nothing. He was as confident as he could be that the children were asleep, or on the way to it.

He crept back through the kitchen to the living room. He walked to the couch by reflex but was too excited to sit down. He paced without even thinking about it for the first two or three laps, going back and forth from the couch to the stairs to be sure he'd hear if the children made trouble. When his eyes weren't on the porch door or the stairs, they were on his phone.

Finally - it was 22 minutes from when Tracy had texted him, but he couldn't be sure exactly when she had left the house - he saw a shadow on the porch window. Tracy entered with a cup in her hand. "Hey," she said.

"Hey yourself," he answered. Is her hair tousled? She's still wearing the t-shirt and shorts she was wearing earlier, but are they messed up? Is that something on her cheek? "How did it go?"

"Good," she said. She looked at the couch.

He started, and then walked over to it and sat down. "Have a seat and tell me all about it," he said. "Every detail."

She smiled and arched an eyebrow at him. "Okay." She put the cup on the end table and joined him. She took a deep breath and said, "Well, the important thing is, I sucked his dick."

"Jesus Christ," Robbie said. There was a pause. He arched his eyebrow. "I did ask for every detail, right?"

She chuckled. "You did." Tracy sat down next to him and kissed him, on the lips, warmly but not long, just enough to make him wonder if he should be able to taste anything different. Then she pulled back, but left one hand around his back as she talked and the other on his lap.

"I had tried to flirt when we talked earlier," she began, getting into the story. "This afternoon when you were playing with the kids I had made a point of, you know, touching his arm, laughing at a mild joke... he knew something was up. He tried to give me the glass of water back before I left, and I actually told him, 'If you want to pay me back for it, just make sure you take a shower before I come back!'"

"When I got there tonight, he seemed kind of nervous. Formal. He was in a polo shirt and khakis and the glass was on the counter and he was on the other side of it. I asked if we could visit a bit and he said he was worried I had got the wrong idea. That was cute."

"I figured it would be hard to just, you know, seduce him, so I just showed him the pass," she said. With that she reached into her pocket, pulled it out, and unfolded it. Like last time, it was torn nearly in half and dated.

"I told him that you wanted to experiment, and if he wanted to enjoy my... talents... all he'd have to do is take a few pictures of me being slutty with my phone. So that got over his reluctance," she said with a broad grin.

Robbie thought of something funny, but had the presence of mind not to say it, not to interrupt the story. "So what did you two do?" Robbie asked before he remembered that she had already told him.

"He sat on the couch," she continued as if she hadn't noticed his distraction. "He just leaned back and spread his legs. Wanted me to do the work, I guess. I can't blame him, under the circumstances."

"I kissed him a couple times, standing over him and running my hands down his chest," she said, then she leaned over and kissed Robbie by way of example. "When I reached his lap, I started rubbing. It didn't take him long to get hard," she said, and started rubbing Robbie's lap in the same way.

"And then I undid his belt and unzipped his pants," she said, again matching words to actions. Robbie took the hint and slid them to the floor.

"And then I started sucking his cock," she said, but this time she started stroking Robbie's cock, her eyes still locked on his, their faces just inches apart, Tracy concentrating on her words and his reaction to them almost as much as on her hand.

"I asked him how long it's been. Only a few months, he said. I wasn't expecting that. Apparently he's started trying to date again. I was kind of relieved. I didn't want the pressure of being his first time since Kathy," she spoke absent-mindedly, as casually as if they were gossiping over dinner. Robbie could barely hear her over his own heartbeat and breathing.

"And I let him cum in my mouth. You want to see the pictures?" She asked Robbie perkily, stroking his cock, by now fully erect. He nodded his head with a jerk. She smiled, got out her phone, and unlocked it, only slowing her strokes slightly. She handed it to him and then ducked her head, engulfing his cock with her mouth.

Normally nothing could distract him from his wife's oral talent, but the promised pictures weren't normal. He opened the photo gallery.

There it was, the newest picture, plain as day: Tracy, smiling with her mouth open, white goo on display in her mouth and a little on her lips. "That's so fucking hot," Robbie said as she bobbed her head up and down. She hummed something in response and continued servicing his cock.

He scrolled back further. The next picture looked like it was taken seconds earlier, just after the blowjob had finished, her hair more messed up and the blur of motion around her face, more of Roger's spunk on her cheeks and chin. She's beautiful, Robbie thought through the haze of pleasure.

He scrolled back further, and there he saw the vision he had been imagining all day, Tracy in mid-blowjob, her lips halfway down the shaft of a cock, her eyes bright, looking up at the man she was pleasuring, and the camera angle wasn't his own eyes as that man, the camera was closer and off to the side.

She really did it, she sucked another man's cock minutes ago and now she's sucking mine! He dropped the phone down and stared down at her, meeting her eyes. He moved his hips, fucking her mouth, and she sped up, welcoming his pleasure, feeding on it, and it wasn't long until he came in her mouth.

She swallowed smoothly, clearly expecting it, able to read the signs of his orgasm approaching. She gasped when he finished and got up to sit next to him. "That was so... fucking... awesome," Robbie sighed.

"Thanks," she gasped.

"Can I send myself these pictures?" He asked. She wouldn't normally let him take lewd or revealing pictures of her, but he couldn't imagine having just a few glimpses of these.

He needn't have worried. "Heh. I don't think there's anything in them that proves it's not you. Sure," she said.

As soon as he finished sending himself the pictures, she arched an eyebrow at him. "So, want to go upstairs with your slut wife?"

He remembered that funny thing that had come to mind earlier. "Slut? How?" she looked puzzled at that and he shrugged, suppressing a smile, as if they were just chatting about the weather or the kids' games. "You just sucked his dick, that's it, and you had my permission to begin with. That's not very slutty."

She stared at him. "Are you serious?" she demanded. He shrugged again but said nothing. After a pause, she said, "I'm going out again. Be in the room here when I get back. No, wait, when I call."

"Huh? Where are you going?" he asked.

"You can wait and see!" With that she stomped out the back door, slamming the door behind her.

He winced, worried she'd wake the children. He walked to the stairs but thankfully only heard silence. He returned to the living room and waited, too confused to be bored. Did she actually go back there? He wondered. I was just joking! Trying to reassure her, since it all could have been fantasy until now!

Earlier, he'd been too horny to think straight, after a day of flirting and imagining erotic scenarios. Now, after an orgasm from a mind-blowing blowjob, his head was clearer. His wife had just done something sexually adventurous with a more-or-less neighbor, and he'd made a joke of it. Worse, he had upped the ante.

Maybe she had gone over to Roger's house and was now crying on his shoulder about this. Maybe she had gone to Roger's house and they were both laughing at how stupid he was. Maybe she had gone to Claudia's house and was crying on her shoulder. Maybe she had gone out the same door to confuse him, but had snuck around the house, got in the car, and driven to her parents out of state.

Robbie checked the garage. The car was still there. That ruled out one possibility. But there were still too many, so he texted her. "Are you ok? Sorry if that came out wrong, no pressure"

Her reply was quick and simple. "I'm ok. Be in the living room when I call" It was too brief to settle his nerves. But, unsure of her mood or even location, he felt like he had no choice but to obey.

He scrolled back through weeks of text messages to see if there were any arguments or slights he had forgotten about. He stared at each of the pictures from the blowjob, looking for clues to how it had gone, what it had been like for her, comparing Roger's cock to his own. He opened up a porn subreddit, skipped over every woman who didn't look like Tracy, and when he finally found one who did, watched less than 10 seconds of the clip.

When his phone vibrated on its own, he jumped and almost dropped it. It was an incoming video call from Tracy. "Hey, honey, how's it going? Is everything okay?" Robbie asked as soon as the call connected, before even thinking about what he could see.

He couldn't make out the video at first. A gray lump that could be bedding or a curtain and curves that could be white, pink, or even red in the oversaturated lighting. Noises that could be moans or anything else due to a bad connection. Rhythmic motion with no apparent source. When the scene resolved and Robbie realized what it was, he held his breath without meaning to.

The motion was coming from both the person holding the camera and the person in the center of the field of view. Robbie was seeing Tracy naked, from behind, getting fucked, on her elbows and knees, her back arched, her hands gripping the bedding to the side of her head. The man holding the camera was driving his cock into her pussy, almost sliding out before ramming back in over and over again, one hand on her hip, and Tracy was eagerly thrusting back to meet him.

It turned out that Robbie couldn't make out the noises because it was a mix of the man's grunts and Tracy's moans, muffled by the bedding. "Tracy?" he asked.

"Yes!" she said, but he couldn't be sure it was intended as an answer to him, because she continued, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Hey, Rob," Roger said, with the harsh tones added of a speakerphone with background noise and the speaker grunting with exertion. "How you doing? Tracy said I should call you, show you this, that you'd want to see it. That right?"

"Yeah," Robbie said shakily. I didn't say I wanted to see it, but close enough. I wasn't sure I wanted to see it like this, but now that it's happening, I really wouldn't want to miss it!

"Okay... great... we'll just... keep letting you watch... then," Roger said. He stopped talking and the phone became shakier as he returned his full attention to the woman in front of him.

Robbie noticed Roger's hand on Tracy's hip, clearly not just resting but holding her in place, controlling their motion, ensuring that he was fucking her just how he wanted. Robbie noticed Roger's cock when it slipped mostly out of Tracy, bare, and wondered if they had even discussed condoms or simply started fucking like animals. Robbie noticed Tracy's exact position, and wondered how it compared to the last time he fucked her from behind, if she needed to adjust or if Roger felt any different to her.

Mostly, though, Robbie noticed her face, the half of it he could see that wasn't buried in the sheets, and her moans. They had been moans of pure lust but eventually became understandable words again. "Make me a slut... make me a slut... make me a slut," she chanted between gasps. Robbie watched wide-eyed and stroked his cock absent-mindedly through his shorts as Roger drove his wife to an orgasm.

Roger's next few strokes drove deeper into her, and he tensed and grunted and the hand holding the camera became shakier, and Robbie suspected he was cumming inside Tracy's pussy. Robbie was inches from orgasm from stroking himself, but he froze and held his breath as both people on the other end of the call moaned and trembled.

That's it. They really, definitely, fucked, and I almost got off watching, he thought, amazed. For a moment he thought about dropping his shorts and jerking off right there, but before he could decide on it, there was activity on the camera.

"Mmmhhh," Tracy moaned, wiggling her hips and starting to stir. The camera moved her out of the field of view and briefly went black as Roger moved around on the bed too. "Can I have that back?" she asked. The phone changed hands. Robbie got a glimpse of Tracy's face, flushed, hair all askew, for a split second before she ended the call.

Robbie froze and replayed the last scene in his mind, and all the rest of the call. It felt like hours, but it was probably less than three minutes before she texted. "See you soon!" Robbie shook himself, put the phone in his pocket, and took a few steps, but soon wound up staring off into the distance, lost in thought even though the visual aid was gone.

Sure enough, Tracy walked through the porch door minutes later. This time she was definitely more unkempt, her shirt untucked and her bra in her hand.

"Holy shit, Tracy," he said with a smile.

"You like the show?" she asked with a smile on her face, confident this time. She walked over to him, putting a sway in her step, and put her arms around him like they were going to dance, but then stopped with several inches between their bodies, waiting for him to react.

"Hell yeah," he said. His voice was a murmur but his heart was racing. "And to prove it, I'm going to take you upstairs and fuck you all over again."

She pouted playfully. "I don't know, I'm kind of tired... Roger might have worn me out."

"You should have thought of that earlier," Robbie said with an edge. "But I'm not too worried. It's never too hard to get a slut like you in the mood."

She smiled at that. They kissed briefly. He pulled away first, took her hand, and pulled her toward the stairs.

He had the presence of mind to tiptoe past the kids' rooms and to close the master bedroom door behind them; normally their kids complained about that, but the noise-muffling could make a big difference tonight.

That was all he had the presence of mind for. As soon as the door clicked behind him, he was on top of Tracy, kissing her, one arm wrapped around her waist while the other fumbled with the snap of her shorts. She laughed in between kisses but helped him with it. They shucked her shorts as a team effort.

Robbie encountered bare skin underneath her shorts. "Didn't even bother putting the panties back on, huh?" he asked.

"Why bother?" she said. "It's all dirty anyway, and either we're going to sleep soon or doing... you know. This."

"Fucking," he said. She nodded. He probed a finger between her thighs, rougher than usual. She gasped but didn't object, just tilted her hips a little, rubbed his crotch through his shorts with his free hand, and kissed him, breathing just as hard as him.

Once again, Robbie broke the kiss first. "It looked like he came inside you," Robbie said as he unsnapped and lowered his own shorts. "Is that right? You let Roger cum in your married, slutty pussy?"

"Yeah, I guess we should talk about protection next time, sure," she said, her carefree words belied by her heavy breathing and unsteady tone. "It's just that, you know, tonight I wanted to be as slutty as possible."

Robbie chuckled at that again. He stepped closer to her and she backed into the bed. She crawled back onto it. He lowered himself over her and thrust inside her right away. She gasped at that, more loudly, but the words she said on his second stroke were the opposite of a protest. "Fuck me, fuck the slut, fuck your slut..." Tracy chanted into his ear, her hands digging into his back, her legs wrapping around him.

"Always," he said casually, and then returned his attention to making sure that his wife was fucked properly for the second time that night.

She moaned at that, then returned to words. "I'll bet you liked watching Roger cum in my cunt anyways," she said, low and warm in his ear. "You liked that, right? Liked seeing him explode in me, with no condom, just him and me, as it happened? The first man doing that in years other than you?"

"So... fucking... much," Robbie said. "Next time... I want to see it better! Next time... don't hang up right away! I want to see his cum! Dripping out of you!"

"Next time... maybe you should go down on me!" she gasped. "You want to see my pussy up close like that... you can taste it too! You'd like that..."

"I'll think about it," Robbie said, nuzzling her neck. He wasn't sure how he felt about the idea; he had never done anything sexual with another man. He loved the fact that she was thinking about it, though, and asking him, upping the ante in her own way when he thought they had already done it all.

They didn't bother saying anything else until his orgasm approached. He didn't bother warning her, just let their mutual desire carry them to faster, deeper thrusts, and then he came inside her, filling her pussy with spunk for the second time that night.