Using the Hall Pass - Pt. 04

Using the Hall Pass - Pt. 04

By Cal Bishop

Author's Note

Tracy visits Roger one Tuesday evening.

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.

I started this thinking it would be my shortest story ever but it didn't work out that way. Brevity is a goal to continue to work on, I guess. This is also my first story from Tracy's perspective. Most of this series is going to be from Robbie's point of view, but there's at least one more like this from Tracy's on the way.

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 4

Tracy gathered up the plates and serving bowls from dinner while Robbie got out the cookie jar for dessert. She grabbed one cookie for herself and then returned to the kitchen and started washing the pots and pans, leaving Robbie with Chris and Izzy.

"One each! Okay, fine, two. But that's it! Leave your sister's cookie alone," Tracy heard Robbie say before she started running the water and scrubbing.

She had got two pans cleaned and started on the third before the hubbub died down and Robbie came back to the kitchen. "Hey, I was going to do that," he said, putting the cookie jar away. "It's my turn, isn't it?"

She took a deep breath. "Thanks, but I thought I should. Since you're putting the kids to bed tonight," she said.

"I am?" he asked, puzzled. Their eyes met. His eyes widened and he nodded knowingly. "That's right. I am. Because of your evening plans."

"Exactly," she said. She returned to the pan and hid a smile. She had worried what she'd say if he didn't put two and two together on his own, with their children just around the corner. She had wondered if "that new workout session" would be clear enough, or maybe "that meeting at the neighbor's house."

He led the children upstairs to get ready for bed just a few minutes before she finished with the dishes. While they were in the bathroom, she texted Roger, "Be there in 10 minutes or so"

She said good night to the children as Robbie read to them, and then she went to her and Robbie's room and inspected herself in the mirror. She decided she didn't have time to pick out a fancier outfit than the light blue buttoned-down shirt and cream slacks she had worn to work, and didn't want to risk the children noticing. Maybe next time, she thought.

But she did strip and change her practical blue bra and cream panties for a black lacy set. When she got dressed again, she left one more button of the shirt unbuttoned, displaying a hint of the cleavage of her D-cup breasts. Maybe more than just a hint. And she swapped her earrings with the dangling silver pendants for pearl studs that seemed less likely to get lost or in the way.

When the bathroom was free, she added just a touch more eyeliner and lipstick and got some supplies from the medicine cabinet. She straightened a few loose locks of her wavy brown hair in the mirror and smiled at herself.

She considered saying good night to Robbie and the children again, but decided against it. Interrupting bedtime often made things worse. So instead she crept downstairs as quietly as she could and texted Robbie from the living room. "See you soon! xoxo ;)" followed by eggplant and peach emojis.

Then she took a deep breath and went out the back door, down the porch steps, and across the yard. She didn't need the houses' lights to see in the summer evening, but it still felt eerie, walking alone to their neighbor's house at this hour.

She could see Roger waiting for her in his living room as soon as she got to the property line. She waved as she approached. He ran to the door and slid it open for her. "Hey, come on in!" he said.

"Thanks," Tracy smiled.

"So what did you tell him?" Roger asked. He was dressed just a little more casually than she was, wearing jeans and a button-down shirt.

"The truth, what else?" She answered. She put her hands around his back, pressed her hips against his, leaned back, smiled, parted her lips, and shut her eyes.

Sure enough, Roger leaned in and kissed her. He had more stubble than Robbie and it was prickly, but not unpleasant. He started the kiss gently but quickly became more forceful, more insistent, like his usual propriety was becoming overwhelmed by passion, or simply like he finally realized he didn't have to hold back.

She broke the kiss first, coming up for air. "After the call Saturday, why not tell him everything?" she asked.

He chuckled and pulled away a little. "Sorry. It's just a lot to get used to."

She shrugged, but didn't pull away. "We're still getting used to it ourselves. We didn't plan this at first. But we're enjoying it. You should have seen what we did after I got home Saturday. And Sunday night."

He smiled at that and embraced her more closely again. He spoke with his face just inches from hers, "So what you're saying is, we can do whatever we want."

"Whatever we want," she smiled. Then she cleared her throat and pulled back. "Almost. There are a few things," she said. She removed her hands from his lower back for the first time and pulled the small square box of condoms from her pocket. "First of all, we'll have to use these."

"Really? We didn't last time," he said. He grinned. "I offered to go get them, and you said I didn't have to. You begged me to fuck you raw, if I remember correctly."

"I didn't beg!" she protested. She blushed for the first time that night. "And anyways, that was then, this is now. Robbie... and I... we have agreed that we should be responsible about that sort of thing. Slip-ups are one thing, but if this is going to be a habit, then we're going to have to use protection."

"Of course," Roger said, stepping back, spreading his hands, and nodding knowingly.

"Or you can get an STD test. If you want to, you know, fuck me raw again," she said flippantly. "I probably will too, just in case."

"Interesting," he said. He blinked and shook himself. "I guess you're right. I should. Maybe Denise and I have slipped up once or twice ourselves."

"Yeah, I'm definitely going to get tested," Tracy laughed. "Who's Denise?"

"I mentioned I've tried dating again, right? Well, I met Denise online. We hit it off and went on a few dates this winter. She's around my age, but divorced, unlike me," he said. He didn't mention his late wife Kathy, dead in a car accident, but his tone of voice made it clear to Tracy where his mind was. "I thought it was already over between us, but she texted me Sunday, right after I left your place, so maybe it's not."

Tracy crossed her arms over her chest. "Is that a problem for us? Or vice versa?"

He shrugged. "I thought it wasn't going anywhere because she didn't want to be exclusive. Apparently her ex-husband was too controlling and since the divorce she's got used to single life again. I thought that would be a deal-breaker for me, that I needed something more serious. But then, you know, this happened," he said, motioning to the space between them. "Maybe we both don't need to be exclusive."

"Nice to know," Tracy said, stepping forward and touching his arm, relieved. I'm not coming between him and someone else. He doesn't think I'm going to leave Robbie for him. We're just neighbors who meet up for sex. Simple!

He stepped forward again and put his arms around her. "So as I was saying, it sounds like we can do whatever we want tonight, as long as we use protection, right?"

She laughed. "Well, there is just one more thing." She held up her phone. "Robbie wants a better show this time. Think we can figure something out?"

"Sure, come on," Roger said. He led her to the bedroom down the hall. The house was set up as an Airbnb, comfortable but empty and impersonal. "You can probably put it there," he said, waving at a bedside table with a lamp on it.

She put her phone camera in selfie mode, leaned it against the lamp, and positioned it so the bed was in the frame. Then she stood at the opposite side of the bed from it and tried to eye the phone-sized screen from the other side of the king-size bed and get an idea of how good the view was.

Roger sidled up behind her, maybe because he was curious about the view as well, maybe just because he didn't want to wait any longer. "Just to be totally clear," he murmured in her ear, putting his hands on her hips, "As long as we use protection, and we're on camera, we can do anything we want, right?"

"Aaaanything we want," Tracy purred with a smile.

Roger pressed his chest against Tracy's back. One hand roamed down, groping and then rubbing between her legs as if he could feel her secretions through her slacks. The second was as gentle as the first was invasive, tracing a path up her belly, around the curves of her breast. By the time he reached her collarbone, it was barely a hint of a touch. Her nipples hardened as if rising to meet his hand. She panted as if she had been running ever since leaving her house.

Wow, and I thought I'd have to seduce him again! She thought. He nibbled on her neck as her hands roamed down his hips and thighs in turn. His erection pressed against her ass through their pants and she gyrated her hips without thinking about it. This was nothing like Sunday, in the open with children just out of sight, or Saturday, when he was taken off guard; this time, he knew what he wanted and was taking it.

His teasing and groping stopped and became more businesslike: he started unbuttoning her blouse. "Um. Wait a second," she said after he had got two buttons.

"Why?" he asked. He froze, not continuing to undress her or press his hips against hers but not giving her space either. She pulled away with difficulty, which had nothing to do with brute force. But she managed to find the willpower to hop around the corner of the bed back to the phone and tap the "Record" button.

"Okay, now we're ready," she said with a smile at the camera. She turned to find Roger chuckling and unbuttoning his own shirt. She put a sway in her hips as she approached him, both for his benefit and the camera's.

Roger continued unbuttoning his shirt, so she got his belt instead, and then the snap of his jeans. He got the last few buttons of her blouse, leaving it on her but fully unbuttoned. She yanked down his pants, sank to her knees in front of him as smoothly as she could, and gently lowered his boxer shorts, freeing his cock. It wasn't fully erect yet but was getting there, so she smiled up at him and started stroking it.

For a moment she wondered how much of this the camera could see, between the bed and her own head blocking the view, but she decided it didn't matter. It'll be very easy to tell what I'm doing. If Robbie wants to see every stroke and pore, then he can hire a professional cameraman next time.

It didn't take long to get Roger fully erect. Tracy took a deep breath, leaned forward, and engulfed it with her mouth right away, taking it as deeply as she could without difficulty. Roger sighed appreciatively. His clothes rustled and he put one hand on her head, stroking her brown locks absent-mindedly.

After two rushed encounters Saturday, this was the first time she was able to really think about what she was doing. His cock was maybe a little longer than Robbie's, but not as thick. Harder to deep throat, basically the same or a bit worse if he's on top when we fuck, but he was good from behind and he might be even better to ride, she thought. She found her pussy getting moist as she thought about experimenting with it, with him, at their leisure.

Roger tasted just a little salty, musky. She backed off her mouth a bit, getting one hand on the shaft, now slick with her saliva, and wrapping her lips tightly around the head of his cock, and bobbed her head back and forth just a few inches at a time. "Oh yeah, baby, just like that," he groaned.

She popped her lips off. "You like it?" she asked, stroking his shaft more slowly.

"Hell yeah," he sighed.

"You want to cum in my mouth?" she asked.

"Sure, if that's what you want," he answered.

She thought about it. Just a blowjob and then home? A blowjob and hang around and chat long enough for him to recover? She shook her head and stood up. She rested one hand on his shoulder, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation, but kept stroking his cock with the other. "Some other time, sure. But tonight, right now, I want you in my pussy, OK?"

"How can I say no to that?" he chuckled. "Are you ready?"

"Why don't you check?"

He eased her blouse off her shoulders, leaving her wearing nothing but her bra and panties. He eyed her breasts, only technically concealed by the bra, but left it alone. She wondered if he preferred it or just didn't care. He unsnapped her pants and rubbed two fingers over the outside of her thin, sheer panties. She gasped; sure enough, they were wet.

But he narrowed his eyes and said, "Hmmm, I'm not sure. Lie down."

She sat on the edge of the bed, and he fell to his knees in front of her. He pulled down her panties and left them on the floor. She parted her legs and he dove in and nuzzled her pussy lips, and then licked her, probing between her labia with his tongue.

She took a deep breath to control her reactions and put one hand on his head and the other on his shoulder. "Oh yeah," she growled. His hands caressed her hips and thighs on all sides, roaming up her belly toward her bra and down toward her knees, but he used his lips to shower her pubic region with kisses. Occasionally he'd dart his tongue out, teasing her clit or labia, but mostly he'd kiss up and down, unhurried, exploring her body in yet another way that only two other men had in many years.

It was sweet and intimate but frustratingly unsatisfying. She didn't want just a tongue inside her, let alone intimacy; she ached with need. She wanted to be fucked! "Oh! Come on! Oh! That's nice, but oh! Stop teasing me!"

He chuckled again and stood. "Where are those condoms?"

She propped herself up on her shoulders, dizzy. "Um. Check my pants pocket."

While he got them, she collected her thoughts. "Can I have them?" she asked, getting up on her hands and knees. "And can you lie down here?" she continued, motioning to the bed.

He stepped around the corner and lay down where indicated, his cock still fully erect. She unsnapped her bra and wiggled out of her panties. She took out a condom out of the box, tore the foil, put it gingerly on top of his cock. Then she arched her eyebrows and smiled at the phone, and then more casually at him, and carefully rolled it down his member with both hands.

Once his cock was fully wrapped and snug in the rubber, she straddled him. She looked at the phone again to verify the view and imagined Robbie watching the point of no return. Then she looked down at Roger. His chest hair was gray, but the chest under it was as firm and sculpted as Robbie's. "Here we go," she murmured.

She held his erection with one hand, brought her pussy closer to it, positioned it right under her pussy, swollen and sopping wet with lust, brought them together, and kept going inch by inch until his cock filled her.

Tracy released a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. This wasn't like Saturday, rushing through a challenge before one or the other of them had second thoughts; she couldn't think of any reason not to enjoy this as much as possible.

Roger rested his hands on her hips. She leaned back, letting her hair fall partly in front of her face. She raised and lowered her hips slowly, experimentally, seeing what every inch of him inside her felt like. Maybe I should have sucked him off and hung around until he was ready to go again, to make this last even longer, she thought deliriously.

Roger's shoulders shook and he breathed hard and Tracy thought it seemed like laughter for some reason. "Is everything okay?" she asked, pausing her thrusts.

"It's perfect. You're perfect," he said. "I've always said I enjoy having the lady on top so I can enjoy the view," he said, running his hands up her hips, along her sides, to her breasts, gently fondling them, then returning back down her body, now gripping her thighs and thrusting a little, restarting the motion for her. This time, he definitely laughed. "But this time it's more... literal," he finished, nodding over his head in the direction of the phone.

She laughed at that too. "Are you enjoying the view, Robbie?" she asked, looking at the phone and speaking more loudly. "You like watching me fuck Roger?" she thrust her hips back and forth at that, driving his cock into her at a new angle. "Oh! Oh yeah! I hope you're enjoying this! There's a man deep! Deep! Inside me right now! And it's not you! Oh!"

She kept thrusting and let Roger do the same, ensuring that he filled every inch of her, using every angle of her pussy to maximize both of their pleasure. She focused on the bliss generated by him filling her, moaning louder than usual but still stayed upright, giving the phone the best view possible. "Oh! Roger, fuck me! Oh, Robbie, Roger's fucking me so good, honey!"

If Roger hadn't been so charming and down-to-earth about it all, or if Robbie had pushed her harder, she might have just been putting on a show, but she wasn't. Robbie had encouraged but ultimately just allowed this, and Roger had made it enjoyable. In recent weeks she had started calling herself a slut and letting Robbie do so but for the first time it felt like a title she had earned rather than a role she was playing. The thought exploded in her head as an orgasm exploded from her pussy, my husband wanted me to fuck this guy and I'm so fucking glad I did!

Roger gripped her hips, guiding their motion, thrusting his cock up into her harder, deeper, taking control of their pleasure. She was overwhelmed with sensation; it was too much to maintain the effort of putting on a show. She collapsed onto him, smothering him with kisses as she came, and then just moaning and yelping into his shoulder. His hands moved from her hips to her ass and she welcomed it, glad to have him using her whole body, every part of her burning for his touch.

At some point the waves of pleasure pulsing through her body subsided, as did the thrusts of Roger's cock inside her. He remained hard but she felt his breathing slow and return to something more like normal.

"Mmm, that was nice," she purred. She lifted one leg off him and flopped down next to him, unsure what to do when she didn't have a creampie to deal with.

"You were amazing," he said, looking her in the eyes. He stood, studied the condom, now filled with his sperm, and muttered, "I'll be right back."

He went to the bathroom to clean up, and she stopped recording. When she did, she found two texts from Robbie. "How's it going?", he had sent about 10 minutes after she left, and "Is everything okay?", just minutes ago.

"Great! I've got a movie. See you soon!" She texted.

"So, do you think Robbie will like that?" Roger asked when he returned.

Tracy pretended to think about it. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe. He might not get around to watching it for a few days." Neither of them could keep a straight face at that.

She got dressed quickly but didn't bother putting her underwear back on. Roger led her out through the sliding living room door she had entered by. He spread his arms for a hug. She accepted it but also gave him a peck on the cheek. He turned towards her, turning it into a kiss on the lips. She was surprised at first but returned it willingly.

Eventually, though, they broke the kiss. "Next week?" he asked.

"I think we can make that work," she said with a smile.

She walked carefully through the backyard. It was dark by now, and around the property line there wasn't much light from either house. She had a moment of dread that the night would end with twisting her ankle on a tree root or gopher hole she couldn't see, but she eventually made it to the light from her own house's porch.

She climbed the steps, crossed the porch, and entered the living room as silently as possible. Robbie was standing in the middle of the room waiting for her. "How did it go?" His tone was casual, but he stood with one foot forward, leaning towards the door, or her, like he was ready to pounce on her and fuck her halfway between the living room and the porch.

"It was nice. Want to see?" she asked, holding up her phone.

"Yeah," he said, focused on the phone. "Uh. Here or in bed?"

"Are the kids asleep?" she asked.

He thought about it. "Yeah, they're down. We can go to our room if we're careful."

They crept upstairs. Robbie shut Chris's and Izzy's bedroom doors as they walked by. It was unusual, they both would object if they woke up, but Tracy agreed that muffling any noise would be smart.

Robbie got his pajamas on efficiently, his eyes on her phone the whole time. Tracy tossed the phone on the bed while she likewise slipped into her light, loose summery pajamas. She was amused to see him pick up the phone instead of ogle her while she was changing like he always did. "Do you mind?" he asked absent-mindedly. He fumbled through app screens left and right as she finished changing.

She settled in next to him as he found the camera gallery. "So did you two, you know, do anything as soon as you got there? Or did you start filming right away?" he asked.

"Right away," she said. Then, feeling guilty about how close she had come to forgetting to film it at all, she added, "Well, there was a little kissing and flirting. And, you know, talking. I couldn't start filming without telling him why we were filming. But we basically filmed it all."

He looked sideways at her at that, but if he had any concerns, he didn't voice them. He looked back at the phone and hit play. If he noticed how her hair was already tousled or her blouse partially unbuttoned as the filming started, he likewise didn't comment on it.

She was disappointed by the movie in seconds. Undressing each other looks hot, I guess, but we were so fast about it, there's almost nothing to see! Next time I should have Roger undress me from start to finish... or do a strip tease for both of them...

It felt odd watching the blowjob. As she expected, the camera only got a brief glimpse of Roger's cock as she was undressing him and stroking it. Once it was in her mouth, the camera only showed the back of her head and his thigh, and occasional brief glimpses of his shaft. She remembered how big Roger had seemed right in her face, but on a phone's camera from across most of the room, it was hard to see that or any other details.

It was definitely indecent, but the sight of the act paled in comparison to her memory of the sight, smell, and feel of it in person. Maybe I should have Roger hold the phone and make a movie instead of taking pictures. I'm sure he could do better than last time if he tried.

Robbie didn't seem to mind, though. He was staring wide-eyed, breathing hard, his erection starting to poke out of his pajamas. Tracy started stroking it gently, fully freeing it from the pajamas. Robbie looked her in the eyes. Then he kissed her, deeply and slowly, but not for long; he soon returned to watching the movie.

Her mouth popped off Roger's cock on the screen and she could finally see more of it as she stroked him. They spoke on the camera. She could barely even hear what she was saying, but again, Robbie didn't seem to care. He watched as she sat on the bed and Roger knelt before her.

I wish I had taken my bra off earlier, she thought. I wonder how my boobs would look when I'm flat on my back like this? Next time, maybe. She could see Roger's erection poking between his legs now and then as she wrapped her legs around his shoulders. Now, the sound was captured more clearly; she could hear moans she didn't remember making.

She had continued stroking Robbie's erection at a leisurely pace, and now he reached under the waistband of her pajama bottoms and started reciprocating. He fingered her as they watched Roger lick her pussy and for a moment she felt like she was with both men at once. Would they both finger me at once, if I asked nicely? Would he finger me while Roger went down on me? Could I kiss him while Roger... she thought, light-headed.

The oral treatment on the screen stopped, but the fingering continued. She was thoroughly wet by now, easily ready for another fucking, but Robbie kept staring at the phone as Roger got out the condoms on the screen, handed them to her, and lay down.

She saw her lips move and remembered saying "here we go," but couldn't make it out on the recording. Robbie didn't ask. He started fingering her harder, though, more vigorously, driving his finger further into her pussy, making her gasp.

She and Roger spoke on the screen. She laughed and then spoke to the camera. The words were obscured by the noise of the bedding and grunts more than she expected. Still, they were clear enough to hear. She looked at Robbie and mouthed the words along with her past self. If she still had any reason to fear his reaction to seeing another man fuck her, the expression on his face truly ended it.

As she and her past self said "And it's not you" in unison, Robbie finally looked away from the screen and met her eyes. They kissed hungrily. He put the phone down for the first time and tore off his pajamas. She thought about doing the same but he didn't give her the chance. He shoved aside one leg of her baggy pajamas and just shoved his erect cock between her legs. She grunted with surprise and a little pain, but he didn't seem to notice. He pulled out slightly and in again, hard, all the way right away.

His lust was contagious. He apparently didn't even try to contain himself, but then, she didn't want him to. Roger had provided all the foreplay she needed, and if she had cooled down a little after the first fucking, Robbie's treatment of her and seeing his reactions had been more than enough to get her wet and ready again.

He's the second man fucking me tonight and he doesn't care, she thought vaguely between thrusts, floating in orgasmic bliss. No, that's not right. He loves it! Seeing Roger and me turned him into some kind of animal!

Robbie sounded like an animal too, grunting and moaning into her shoulder as he thrust, using her body entirely for his pleasure, either able to tell that she wanted it just as badly or unable to even think about it. He only bothered with words once, briefly. "I'm going to cum inside your slutty pussy," he growled.

"Yes, yes, yes," she whispered in his ear as he thrust.

"Oh! Roger, fuck me! Oh, Robbie, Roger's fucking me so good, honey!" she said in the recording still playing on the bed next to them, now muffled by the sheets. Robbie shifted his hips after that, changing the angle of penetration, and started fucking her deeper, filling her thoroughly. She dug her fingers into his back. She was vaguely aware of her moans from the phone next to her as he nuzzled her neck.

She gasped and sighed into Robbie's ear. She trembled and felt an explosion, a volcano of love and lust and heat and pleasure and fluid in her pussy. Her whimpers turned into one high, long, loud moan. Robbie covered her mouth as he kept thrusting and she knew he must be cumming inside her, or had cum inside her, she couldn't tell where her juices ended and his started and didn't care, the way it felt.

Robbie slowed to a stop on top of her, tense, shaking. "Mmm." she grunted.

He released her mouth. "Sorry."

"No, probably a good idea," she muttered shakily.

The recording had ended at some point during their orgasms. He rolled off her. "That was amazing," he croaked, looking at the ceiling.

"Really? This or the movie?" she asked with a smile.

"All of it," he said.

She thought about the businesslike stripping, the muffled sound, and the times the camera was obscured. Then she thought about the sex she'd had with Roger and with Robbie just now. She smiled. "I agree."