Using the Hall Pass - Pt. 03.5

Author's Note

Tracy and Robbie come to an understanding after Roger's visit.

This is a hotwife/slutwife story about a wife who has sex with other men and a husband who enjoys it. You have been warned.

When I was 90 percent through writing Part 3, real life got busy, so I rushed the ending and took a hiatus. Now I'm back. This, basically, is that improved ending of Part 3, picking up right where it left off with all the sex and plot developments I had in mind for the chapter. I took advantage of the hiatus to get more ahead of things than usual. Part 4 will be submitted by the time this is published. Part 5 is also close to done. I have plans for Parts 6, 7 and maybe more, but haven't started writing them yet.

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 3.5

"Of course, it won't be all fun and games. If you want to be as slutty as we're talking about, you're going to have to earn it," Robbie said, returning to practical concerns, just a little bit. "I'm not volunteering to do all the cooking and cleaning and bedtimes every Tuesday night. So maybe you'll have to go later some nights. Or swap nights with me sometimes."

Tracy chuckled at that, low, throaty. "I think I can make it worth your while." But then she looked a little annoyed, pulled away from his embrace, and took a deep breath. "I might get the vibrator out for a minute before I take a shower. That was cruel of you, getting me so horny as you got off!"

Her tone was teasing, but seemed sincere anyway. Robbie frowned. "You've never complained about this sort of thing before," he said.

She looked flustered. "Well, maybe I'm more slutty these days!" She said flippantly, but then muttered, more seriously, "Maybe I'm just more willing to say it now, after all this," she said, sounding nervous, blushing, studying Robbie's face carefully for any reaction.

"Hah!" Robbie said, shaking his head. "Sorry. You're right. I was selfish." She shook her head and started to object, but he cut her off. "Of course you need to get off just as much as I did. Of course you can."

"Great!" she said with a smile. "Then you can probably just hang out with the kids or get started on dinner while I..." she trailed off, motioning toward the shelf high in the closet where her vibrator was kept.

He smiled. "If you want to use the vibrator, of course you can," he said softly, stepping closer to her, sliding one hand around her hip. "But I'd be happy to help you instead. You know. Be less selfish." By this point he was almost speaking directly in her ear, and his hand around her hip started rubbing and massaging her hip, getting closer and closer to her ass. "So if you want my fingers, or my tongue, instead of the vibrator, I'm at your service."

He remembered making similar offers now and then over the years. He remembered her declining, for reasons that had annoyed him at the time but seemed logical enough when they were years in the past. She didn't seem likely to decline now, though; she was breathing hard, her lips parted in a faint smile. "That sounds nice," she said.

He unsnapped her shorts. She sat down on the edge of the bed and eyed him with a smile. He grabbed the hem of her panties and lowered them. She kicked them off and spread her legs with a grin. He fell to her knees before her and dove right in, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue before licking her lower, down and around her labia, barely teasing her clit with his fingertips and nose but lavishing attention on her puffy pussy lips.

"Mmm... that's so nice," she groaned. "I could get used to this."

"You should," Robbie agreed briefly before burying his mouth in her pussy again. Tracy ran one hand through his hair, playing with it; Robbie imagined the other was clenching in the sheets, but didn't bother checking. "Apparently I need... to be more generous... I'll work on that," he said, fingering her clit leisurely while he spoke, pausing to probe her pussy with her tongue between words.

"Mmhhh! Oh! You're very! Generous!" Tracy panted. "Very! Generous! I just thought... you weren't... going to be... right! Oh! Right now!"

"Yes, well, sorry for worrying you," he said. He drove his tongue into her pussy deeper, focusing on her pleasure.

"Mmm, I knew you're good for it," Tracy said. "So good for it... so good to me... so generous..."

"Generous to you and with you," he gasped, coming up for air one more time. "You know, sharing you with Roger and all that."

"Yes! Oh, yes! Thank you for sharing me!" she gasped. "Thank you for letting me fuck Roger Tuesdays!"

He looked up her body and couldn't see her face; her back was arched as best she could while lying down, giving him full access to her pussy, and her free hand was playing with one tit, kneading it.

"Tuesday? Or Tuesdays?" Robbie asked, emphasizing the S. He pulled his head back to talk and watch for her reaction, but didn't neglect her pussy entirely, continuing to finger her clit with one hand while sliding a finger of the other hand in and out of her pussy, dripping wet by now. He started getting hard again, watching his wife writhe under his oral attention.

"Tuesdays? Please?" she gasped, looking at the ceiling rather than him, trying to talk while still lost in the pleasure he was giving her and the pleasure, he assumed, of her thoughts. "Please, honey... I really want to fuck Roger... every Tuesday... for a while... without worrying about... hall passes... or being too... too slutty! Or not slutty enough!"

"I don't know," he said slowly, still teasing her clit. "You're my wife, and all I got out of that was some pictures and video call. A jerky, blurry call because the camera man was kind of distracted. I know one of us has to be home with the kids, but I think I should get a better show than that."

"I'm sorry, honey!" she gasped, finding it hard to speak as he continued fingering her clit and pussy. "We'll... we'll set up a better camera, okay? Or a call with the... the iPad! Or something!"

"Hmmm," he said, teasing her for just a moment, no longer fingering her, relaxing with her legs on his shoulders. "Sure. Tuesdays. Let's say you have a standing hall pass to do whatever you want... with Roger... on Tuesdays... if I have a good view. Other days, other people, I'd still like some input on it."

"Of course, honey," she said. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him properly. "You can always have input on who I fuck," she said, her tone as warm as thanking him for chocolates or flowers.

"Heh. I appreciate your generosity, too," he said. He stood. All the activity had firmly awakened his erection by now.

She noticed. "It looks like you've got something else to give me," she said with an arched eyebrow.

"Yeah. Get up on your hands and knees," Robbie said.

"Oh really? You want me from behind? Just like Roger last night?" she said with a grin. She complied quickly, springing up, spreading her knees, and then wiggling her ass for effect.

"Just like him or better," Robbie agreed. He patted her ass, then ran a finger down, over her labia from behind, feeling her slit drenched with his saliva and her own juices. She trembled and he wondered if it was more from surprise at the touch or need for more. He decided to assume it was the latter. He lined his cock up with her pussy and ground forward, gently but firmly.

"Mmmhhh," she moaned as he filled her. He slid out and in again, more quickly, and established a comfortable rhythm.

"You should use a condom when you fuck Roger, though," Robbie said. He almost didn't want to say it, the sight of Roger's bare skin in her on the phone last night had been so hot, but Robbie was just barely in control of himself enough to realize it was the responsible thing.

"Oh! Yes! Okay! We'll use condoms!" she gasped in between his thrusts, arching her back, looking straight ahead.

"Or... or get him tested! I'm... I'm on a puhhh... on the pill! He can cum on me... in me... as long as we don't have to wuh... worry about anything, right?" she exclaimed, surprising Robbie, apparently sparing as little attention for her words as possible from their fucking. "He can cum... in my pussy... as long... as he's clean, right?"

Robbie said nothing. Tracy kept talking. "Please, honey?" she asked, looking at him over her shoulder. "Please say Roger can cum in me if he's clean?"

Robbie met his wife's eyes as she begged him to let another man cum inside her. He thought about trying to assert his authority as the man of the house and her husband. He thought about seeing her with another man's cum drip out of her in real life rather than through a phone screen, about hearing her moan when he wasn't the man inside her.

"Yes," he grunted between thrusts. "Yes! Roger can cum inside you all you want! All he wants! After he gets tested!"

"Oh yeah! Yes!" she moaned. "Thank you! Thank you!" she said, and soon degenerated into moans and squeals as an orgasm overtook her.

Robbie thrust with abandon, using his wife's body with her blessing, thrilled by the familiar feel of her welcoming pussy and the rapidly-becoming-familiar thought of another man in it, and grunted and came as he thought about Roger doing the same.

After his orgasm, he staggered back, sighed, and sat on the edge of the bed. Tracy collapsed like a puppet with her strings cut, lying on her side in the fetal position. He might have worried about her if not for the faint smile on her face. Robbie chuckled. "I'll make sure the kids are OK and start dinner," he said after a moment, gathering his clothes.

"Uh huh," she nodded, still lying down and grinning. By the time he finished getting dressed, she had headed for the bathroom, grinning the whole time.