Using the Hall Pass - Pt. 05

Author's Note

Tracy sets up a date with a new guy online.

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.

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 5

Robbie dropped Tracy at the train station's kiss-and-ride lot Tuesday morning and they kissed each other goodbye longer than usual, more warmly, with a lingering smile.

They couldn't say anything with the children in the backseat, ready for Robbie to take them to school, but she suspected that their usual Tuesday night plans were on his mind as well. She shook herself as she strode into the train station, and tried to be businesslike, to get in "teacher Tracy" mode, to keep her mind off the fucking she was likely to get tonight from both her husband and their neighbor. Don't want to have a wet spot on my pants in class! she thought.

She maintained her composure while clearing her morning inbox and giving the English 201 lecture. She glanced at her phone as the class wrapped up and saw a text from Roger, making her pulse quicken. She forced herself to get back to her office before reading it.

When she did, it wasn't the innuendo she might have hoped for. "Sorry, but I have to cancel tonight. I'm exhausted, I worked way too hard this weekend & I think I'm coming down with something :(", he had written.

"No problem! Take care of yourself. See you next week" she responded without thinking about it.

His reply came a few minutes later. "Next week? I thought you had company?" he texted.

Damn, that's right, I forgot about dinner with Robbie's uncle. "Whoops, you're right. In two weeks then" she sent.

"I can't wait!" he responded.

As the day wore on, she grew more and more dismayed by the thought of two weeks in a row without seeing Roger. She had become used to her "workout sessions" with him over the past month. After saying good night to the children, she'd go to their neighbor's house for wild, hot sex, usually recorded on her phone or even while in a video call with Robbie. They had used condoms for a while, but soon got tested, and once it was safe she had started fucking Roger raw, letting him cum wherever they felt like. Then she'd go home and have even hotter sex with Robbie that night and over the following days, fueled by the memories and visuals of the kinky experience.

Are we going to fuck at all this week? She asked herself on the way home. She tried to tell herself she was being crazy, their sex life had been perfectly fine before she became a "slut wife," but she couldn't help worrying a little about losing what they had discovered recently.

Robbie was disappointed too when she told him the news, but if he was worried, he hid it well. Later that night, after dinner, while the children were hopefully playing nicely upstairs and they were washing dishes, he had an idea. "Oh! You know what? If you don't want to wait for two weeks, you could get together with one of those guys you've been chatting with online," he said.

She pursed her lips. "What makes you think I've been chatting with guys online?" she asked.

Robbie paused before speaking. "Well, I could say that you're such a slut, I know that even the two of us wouldn't be enough to satisfy you," he said.

She narrowed his eyes at that. Before she could figure out how she should take it, he burst into a smile and continued, "Or I could say that you've shown me some gross messages you've got now and then to make fun of assholes. When you do, sometimes I can see that there are messages you haven't shown me. I assume they aren't assholes. It looks like you might have even answered some of them. Am I right?"

"Clever, Sherlock," she laughed. "Okay, yeah, I'm still chatting with guys there now and then. But I haven't dated anyone like that before."

"There's nothing stopping you," he said. He sidled up behind her and pressed his crotch against her ass. "This summer has been great, right?" he asked. "If you want to take a break, you can," he said casually while grinding forward and back. She moved her hips in time without thinking about it. "But if you don't want to, you don't have to just because Roger's schedule isn't lining up with ours."

She found herself breathing hard and flustered, enjoying both the physical teasing and the verbal. Until he pulled back, gave her space, picked up the next pot as if nothing had happened. "You know. Just a thought."

"Maybe I will," she said as ominously as she could, narrowing her eyes at him but also smiling.

Later that night she opened the dating app she had installed when they first talked about this, before she hooked up with Roger, and reviewed recent messages. One man in particular caught her eye.

His name was Paul. His age was listed as the mid-twenties. His profile photo showed him in a swimsuit on a beach, displaying an even tan, a lean physique, the hint of a tattoo around his shoulder, and a wide smile straight out of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad. But his bio said he worked in construction, and that seemed odd to Tracy. Most men who had messaged her either offered no details about their jobs at all, or said they were in some field with more status and money, like law or medicine. Beyond that, his profile picture looked too polished for someone who spent his time on construction sites.

Is the picture years old? she wondered. If so, then he's probably also lying about his age. Maybe he's got some management or backroom job at a construction company. Or maybe he just works hard and plays hard.

He had reached out to her last week and they had exchanged compliments and mild flirtation. When he had suggested a date, she had politely and vaguely dismissed him, and she hadn't heard anything since then. But now she reached back out.

By Wednesday evening, they had made a plan. As she and Robbie were putting their pajamas on and getting ready for bed, she said casually, "You remember how we were talking about finding dates online? Well, I might have plans for Friday night."

"Really?" he said, arching his eyebrow. "Sexy plans?"

She giggled. "He said 'drinks and maybe dancing and we'll see what develops.' So maybe. But I said 'might,'" she repeated. "I mean, probably. I told him I was interested but needed to check a few things."

"Oh? Like checking what your husband thinks about you fucking strangers?" Robbie asked.

"I don't need to check that, I know you love it!" she fired back with a smile and nudged his hip with hers. But after a moment, she stepped back and continued, with a straight face, "But I do want to make sure Friday is a good time, right? And ask if there's anything new I should do. Or not do."

He looked at her sideways. "What kind of things are you thinking about?" he asked.

She shrugged and smiled. "Is there anything my darling husband says that I'm not allowed to do with a complete stranger we've never even met?"

He leered. He put his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss, fast, warm, but brief. "Just do what comes naturally," he said in a low voice just inches from her ear.

"Thank you," she said in a similar voice. She took a deep breath and tried to speak normally. "Beyond that, I haven't mentioned to him that I'm married. Things moved kind of fast after I reached out, and I wasn't sure how to explain this whole situation. So I'm not sure how to ask about filming it either."

"I see," Robbie said, nodding slowly. "And you're worried he might have a problem with it?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. Even if he doesn't, there could be other problems. What if he wants a recording of his own? I don't actually want this stuff to show up online."

"Ah," Robbie said. He looked thoughtful for the first time since they started talking about it. "You're saying you might not be able to call or record it?"

"I don't know," she said. "So, I'm asking you, if I think I can't, what should I do?"

Robbie looked her up and down in her pajamas, looked at the wall to the side, quirked his lips. Finally he took a deep breath and spoke. "I've enjoyed being included in the calls, or watching the videos later," he began. "Being included seems even more important when you're meeting with a stranger, farther from home. And, talking about problems, it would be safer if I'm on a call. What if he wants to do something you don't?"

"I dealt with that kind of thing well enough myself before I met you," she pointed out, struggling to act as thoughtful as he was. "And how would it actually help, anyway? You're not going to come get me and leave the kids at home when I'm 20 miles away. If you wanted to call 911, what would you say?"

"If we thought about it, we could work out some kind of code," he said. He grimaced and shook his head before continuing. "Never mind, that's not the point. Forget it. If you, we, you don't think this is safe, then you wouldn't be doing this. The point is, I like getting the calls and videos, and would hate to, you know, stop getting them in general. But if it's not an option for this weekend, I'll be OK. Just try to figure it out, and if you can't, we'll plan better next time, but... do what comes naturally."

She nodded seriously. "Okay. Thank you."

When Friday came, she and Robbie made dinner, pork chops and a broccoli salad, earlier than usual. Robbie settled himself and the kids in front of the TV for a movie as a not-a-school-night treat because "mommy was going out with friends from work," and Tracy went upstairs to change clothes.

It was hard to decide what to wear. She hadn't done anything like this in a long time. She finally settled on jeans, but a tight pair that displayed the curves of her body freely with fashionable rips in the knees, and strappy shoes with heels, and a satin black blouse loose enough to show off her cleavage. It's underdressed for some bars, but not the one I'm meeting him at. It's fine for everything else we could possibly want to do, she decided.

She grabbed a small black leather purse matching her blouse for the essentials. She touched up her makeup with three minutes to go before the Uber was due to arrive. Her phone vibrated, and sure enough, that was it. "The car's here! Have fun! Love you!" she said breezily as she rushed out the door.

Once she was in the car, she took a selfie, flirtatious but technically decent, and sent it to Robbie, along with the name of the bar where they were meeting and a promise to check in every hour or two. The rest of the way there, she thought about what she was doing. She'd become so used to sex with Roger, other things about her plans tonight seemed equally remarkable.

Paul said we might go dancing. Robbie and I haven't been dancing since Chris was born. Maybe once or twice while I was pregnant because we knew it would be a while, but other than that, how long has it been? I don't think we went dancing the year we got married, I was so busy with that and grad school... I went out with Liz and her sister a few times, but she moved shortly after Robbie and I started dating... before Robbie, Jaime didn't like to dance and didn't trust me out of his sight... has clubbing really become that rare? Forget about the kinky stuff, the dancing is overdue!

The bar they had agreed to meet at was called Tart, which seemed suspiciously apt to Tracy, but she had done her research and verified it was a decent place for a date. It was crowded but easy to see a man sitting at the bar with a free stool next to him, neatly dressed but otherwise matching the profile picture. "Paul?" she asked as she approached.

He brightened up. "Tracy!" he said, extending a hand. They shook, slowly, eyes on each other. He leaned in and for a moment she thought he was going for a kiss right away, but he went to the side, brushing her cheek with his lips, intimate but not threatening, leaving her slightly flustered.

Paul waved to the hostess and mouthed something like "she's here," and they were led to a small table in the dining area. It was quieter than at the bar. He studied her in silence for a moment, and she took the opportunity to do the same. He wasn't lying about his age. I might have students older than him, she thought.

"Found Paul. He's cute," she texted Robbie.

"Hope you don't mind, I'll try not to be rude, but someone's watching the children and I have to check in now and then," she said smoothly, true but calculated to be simple and unremarkable, as she had rehearsed.

"Of course!" he nodded, but she thought she detected a pause and hesitation before that. Sure enough, he continued, "So you do have kids? I wondered about that. It seemed kind of vague."

"They're great and I love them, but sometimes I want to just go out and have fun, you know?" she said, also rehearsed.

They ordered cocktails - a margarita for her, a whiskey sour for him - and nachos and made small talk, and Tracy started to relax. Robbie and I could do this now and then, now that the kids are getting bigger. We'd just need his parents or someone like that to babysit. It can be fun without anything kinky or risky going on, she thought as Paul told a story about talking his way out of a fight on a trip to the beach with some friends.

That reminded her of his profile picture, which made her picture him wearing only the swimsuit again, or less. But then, the kinky stuff is fun too.

When he finished off his cocktail, the waiter soon came and asked if he'd like another. Paul hesitated, looked at her, and said, "Give us a minute." Once the waiter had left, he tilted his head at Tracy meaningfully, and asked, "So, would you like to hang around here for a while and get an actual meal? Or maybe go dancing? The club's open by now. Or..."

He left it open. Tracy had to think about it. Robbie said "do what comes naturally," but what does that mean? For a mother, for a first date, or for someone with this arrangement? I want to go dancing, it's been too long! No, forget about the dancing, I'm here to be a slut! No, it's late and the kids will be wild tomorrow morning, I need to go home!

She took a deep breath, eyed him over her margarita, and took a sip while she thought. He's been a perfect gentleman, but dancing with a gentleman isn't why I'm here. "Or we could just go back to your place," she said.

He grinned. "Sounds good to me."

She finished off her margarita while he flagged down the waiter and asked for the check. "Going back to his place," she texted Robbie.

"OMG! That's so hot! What are you going to do?" he responded immediately. She responded with a shrug emoji while Paul ordered a cab.

They made small talk while they waited and Paul opened the door for her when it arrived. She scooted across the car to the left side, and he took the right. He looked her up and down again as the car started moving, this time more blatantly. She studied him, and then herself. What else does he need to see? This blouse didn't leave much of my boobs to the imagination! Just to be sure, she made a pouty face, pushed her arms together, and turned toward him a bit, making it clear what she was highlighting.

He smiled at her. "You know, they don't generally care what goes on back here," he said, nodding towards the driver. She was puzzled. "Hey, could you turn some music on?" he asked the driver.

"Yeah, sure, what do you like? Reggae?" the driver said, and put a satellite station on.

"That's great," Paul said. Once the music had started, he unbuckled, sidled over, and buckled himself in the middle seat. "Just getting comfortable," he said. The driver didn't react. He put his hand on the inside of Tracy's knee.

She looked at his hand, and then at his face. He kissed her, on the lips this time, but gently, briefly, pulling away soon, but left his face near hers. His face was smoother than she was used to, either so young that he didn't get much facial hair or clean-shaven right before the date, and smelled mintier. He had clearly prepared for this more than Robbie or Roger did. Maybe Robbie would clean up like this for a nice date, but we were rushed for the last one, and the one before that was so long ago... She leaned in and kissed Paul back. As they continued kissing, his hand slowly slid up her thigh.

We're really doing this here? In the car? she thought in amazement. She smiled in between kisses. Why not? I've already said I'm going back to his place. Compared to that, what's wrong with starting early?

She suddenly wished she had worn a short skirt. He could be fingering me right now... their pants remained zipped and her bra remained undisturbed until the car came to a stop, but it was a struggle. They walked hastily to the door of the townhouse, holding hands until he had to get the keys out of his pocket.

"Your roommates won't be a problem, will they?" she asked.

"Steve's out for tonight on a date of his own. He's probably not coming home tonight. Carl's probably still up, but he's got the basement suite," Paul said. "He won't notice us unless we get really loud."

"Don't be loud. Got it," she said.

He raised his eyebrows at her. "Well, we can be a little loud."

She chuckled at that. "So where's your room?"

He led her upstairs. She had a brief glimpse of concert posters, a bookshelf, a TV with a game console under it, and a bed with dark sheets, but then he stood in front of her, his arms wide, and asked, "So what do you think?"

For a moment, she hesitated. This is the last chance to ask about pictures or video. So far he thinks this is just a casual date, not some kinky exhibitionist hotwife thing. How would he react? He'd probably like it, but what if he doesn't?

But the concern passed just as quickly. Robbie will be fine. I'll plan better next time, I promise. She smiled. "It's nice," she said, and then stepped forward, into his arms, kissing him.

They undressed each other hastily. As she unsnapped his jeans, she stopped and asked, "You got condoms?" he paused his fumbling with her bra strap. Before he said anything, she continued, "If you don't, I have some in my purse."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I have some in the bathroom," he said. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

She just had time to text Robbie, "he's getting his condoms" before he returned. He paused when he saw her, nearly naked with her phone out.

She smiled at him, sat on the bed, raised one knee, and tried to look casual and sultry and in command all at once, even though her heart was racing. We're definitely doing it now! I don't know what Robbie will think, I barely know this guy, but I'm fucking him like a slut anyway!

He peeled off his underpants, revealing a large but still soft cock. She glanced at it briefly, noting its girth, then raised an eyebrow at him. "Come here and I'll give you a hand with that," she said.

She had expected him to stand up by the bed, but instead he settled on it next to her. She felt between his thighs, stroking his cock, quickly getting it to full length. He caressed her breast gently, like he was entranced by it. She put a condom on his erect member. She tilted her hips and widened her knees further. He glanced down between her legs, and then reached down, brushed her clit all too briefly before running a finger over her labia.

He drove a finger between her wet pussy lips up to a knuckle. "Go ahead," she said. She thought he'd finger her more, pleasuring her with his hand just like she was doing for him, but apparently he'd thought she meant something else. He kissed her hard, fiercely, and repositioned his hips over her. She took a deep breath as he lined his cock up with her pussy.

A thrust, a moment of pain, a gasp, and then he was inside her. "You okay?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yeah. Great," she said. It was only a little bit challenging to hide her surprise.

He grinned at her and kissed her briefly. He slid out slowly, his eyes on hers the whole time, and then back in, filling her, and this time she didn't have to hide anything. She tilted her head to the side and this time he understood perfectly what she meant. He kissed her as he established a rhythm, thrusting into her pussy, slowly and gently at first but steadily accelerating.

He adjusted the angle of his hips between thrusts and she moaned. This is why I came here tonight! she thought. I'm fucking a near stranger! With Robbie's blessing! Or close enough! He's going to cum in me! And if he lasts just a little longer! Just a little longer! I'm going to cum with him!

She did.

As they were catching their breath, he asked, "You can spend the night and get comfortable, if you want."

She thought about it. Robbie wouldn't worry, if I text him. He'd be annoyed, but I could make it up to him. He might even like it if there's more to hear about than just one fuck. But the whole night? Sleeping in a strange bed? Not being home after the kids wake up, in the clothes I wore out the night before? And... do I even want to stay? Naaah. She smiled languidly, stretched, encircled him with her arms, kissed him slowly, but then broke it and said, "Thanks, but I've got to get home eventually. You know. The kids and the sitter."

He shook his head and chuckled like it was all a joke. "Of course. Sorry."

"That was great, though," she said, nuzzling his nose as they spoke. "We can probably do that again sometime. You've got my number."

"Great!" he said.

She got dressed quickly, ordered an Uber, and texted Robbie that she was on her way home.

"Tell me everything!" he responded.

"Sure, as soon as I'm home;)", she fired back.

It was after 11 when the Uber dropped her off in front of her house. The living room light was on. She eased open the door, took her shoes off quickly, and went straight through the kitchen to the living room.

Sure enough, Robbie was there on the couch, waiting for her, his phone in his hand but his eyes on her. He was wearing the t-shirt and jeans he had on when she left, but looked poised, composed, like he was planning to take names in a team meeting. "So, how did it go?" he asked slowly in a tone she couldn't identify.

She could make a guess how he was feeling, though. She smiled and put a sway in her hips as she walked towards him. "It was great," she said. She sat next to him on the couch and gave him a soft, slow kiss.

He broke the kiss first. "Can you show me how it went?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I meant to get a video, I really did, but it was so horny I couldn't think straight!" she said, hamming it up. She nibbled his ear to keep from laughing at her own performance, and rubbed his groin through his pants. "I was a bad girl, but you understand, don't you? Sometimes I just need cock, right?"

"Riiiight..."

"What should I do to make it up to you? What kind of treatment do I deserve?" she asked, whispering in his ear while rubbing the growing bulge between his legs, not sure what he'd say, not sure what she'd want him to say.

He took a deep breath and sat up straighter and stiffened his arms around her, not pushing her away, but ready to. "You really didn't get any video or pictures at all?"

"Uh uh," she said. "So what do I have to do to make that right?"

His eyes narrowed. "Two things. First, tell me everything, right now."

She chuckled, sat back, and spread her hands, setting the stage. "Sure. Okay. Well, I ordered a margarita, like usual, and he had an old fashioned, and the loaded tater tots looked really good, but in the end, we decided to order..."

Robbie snorted. "You know what I meant."

"After we had some quick drinks and appetizers, we thought about going dancing, but I just wanted to fuck," she said in Robbie's ear, turning the sultry up to 11. "So we got a cab and went back to his place. We were all over each other as soon as we were in the car. If I had worn a skirt, the driver probably could have seen my cunt. He got a pretty good show anyway."

"Holy shit," Robbie breathed. He reached down her back and untucked her blouse.

"I sat in the middle seat, right next to him, and he put one arm around my back, and unsnapped my jeans with the other, and fingered me right there." Robbie rubbed her crotch from outside her jeans, more teasing than stimulating. It didn't do much for her, but they were both more focused on her story anyway.

"I was rubbing his bulge in the car too. I could tell it was big. I knew I should wait until we got to his place, but I almost couldn't wait. I almost unzipped his pants and started sucking his cock right there," she said. She started rubbing Robbie's cock through his pants, her eyes still on his. But apparently he wanted more. He unsnapped his jeans with one hand and wriggled out of them. "Want me to suck your cock too?" she asked.

"Heh. Not if it'll interrupt the story," he said.

"Okay," she smiled, and she started stroking his cock, gently, leisurely. "Where was I? Oh yeah, in the car. He was fingering me, right there. I think I met the driver's eye for a minute in the rear-view mirror. He must have been able to tell what we were doing, but I think he didn't mind. I know I didn't, I was so wet and so fucking horny. He flicked my bean for a bit, but he got greedy and just started fingering my pussy, fucking me with his fingers right there, like he couldn't think about anything but getting inside me."

Robbie chuckled, breathing hard, gazing distantly across the room.

"Maybe I should have sucked him off right there in the car," Tracy said absent-mindedly, as if they were discussing the weather and Robbie wasn't rock-hard by now and slick with precum. "I'm sure we could have fucked again when we got to his place, and he would have lasted longer... I might still be there, fucking him now... would you mind?"

"Hard to say. Depends on where this is going," Robbie grunted. He also unsnapped her jeans. She paused for a moment while he lowered them to the floor. She squirmed out of her panties and sat naked next to him, and as she expected, he ran a finger down her belly, tracing a line down her mound, before exploring her labia.

"How diplomatic," Tracy said, kissing his cheek and stroking his cock a little faster.

"So, when you got to his place..." Robbie prompted. He started rubbing his thumb around her mound while sliding his middle finger into her pussy, by now soaking wet.

"We were all over each other as soon as we were in the door. I might have fucked him right there in the living room, but he didn't want his roommates to hear, so I held back. Barely," she said, breathing hard by now herself.

She wasn't sure what she was enjoying more, Robbie's fingers or telling the story. She had always enjoyed the phone calls with Robbie and reviewing the movies with him later, and now she could see and feel every detail of his reaction, created entirely by her words (and maybe a little by her hand). It had all the feeling of intimate sexy control of a blowjob but without the mess (so far). It helped her relive the experience better than simply watching a movie did. it had all the excitement of fucking Paul or Roger the first time, increased by sharing it with Robbie.

"I'm not sure what would have happened if his roommates had heard us, anyway," she said. She tried to murmur it in his ear in her sultry vamp voice again, but found her tone rising involuntarily with her own pleasure. "Maybe I just would have fucked them, too."

"Enough about what almost have happened in the car or with his roommates," Robbie's voice was low, almost a growl, and he fingered her harder, deeper, clearly having difficulty containing himself any more. "Tell me about what you two did."

"We went up to his room. We stripped. His cock was big. Maybe bigger than yours. Hard to say. Didn't sit around playing much. I had him get a condom. I lay down on the bed," Tracy said, speaking in short bursts between gasps. "I spread my legs. He put the condom on. He fucked me," she said. By now she was whispering in Robbie's ear, stroking his cock hard.

He sighed and pushed her hand away. She wondered if she should mount him or lie back and spread her legs, but he didn't guide her or object to what she was doing, so she lay back, awash in pleasure from his fingers and her memories. He started using his ring finger in her pussy as well, clearly driven wild by her story. "How was it?" he asked in a low voice.

"Good. It was good. He was... eager," she gasped. "You're familiar. You know what I like. Roger is experienced. He knows what works. Paul just knew what he wanted. And took it. My cunt."

"Your slutty cunt," Robbie said, speaking with force for the first time in a while as he fingered her deeper, harder, also using his thumb on her clit, his hand a blur on and in her.

"He took my slutty cunt," she agreed, gasping, clenching one hand on the couch and the other on Robbie's thigh. "Oh yeah, right there, oh god, yeah, he fucked my slutty cunt and I came with him inside me and ohhh fuuuuck, oh yeah, right there..."

She went limp for a moment as an orgasm overtook her, but once Robbie slowed down his finger-fucking, she looked at him and smiled. She slung a leg over him, straddling him on the couch, her arms around his neck and shoulders to steady herself. Her sopping wet pussy hovered a few inches over his dick, still rock-hard. "So what was the second thing?" she asked.

"Seriously? You're asking now?" he asked, laughing a little and breathing as hard as if he was the one who had just cum.

"You said telling you about it was the first thing to make it right," she said, now in a teasing tone. "So what's the second thing?"

Robbie's eyes narrowed. He put one hand on her hips and the other between their legs, repositioning his cock. He guided her down onto his cock, filling her slick swollen pussy. He looked her in the eyes. "This isn't the second thing," he said, breathing deliberately.

"Of course not."

"The second thing I want you to do is call him..." Robbie paused speaking but kept thrusting his cock up into her and squeezing her ass.

"Okay..." Tracy said.

"And tell him you're a married slut..."

"Yes," Tracy said.

"And your husband wants to see it the next time you fuck..."

"Yes!" Tracy cried.

"And I want you to do it while we're fucking," Robbie said, and then he lowered his mouth to her left nipple and sucked it, hard, and massaged her right breast with one hand while the other continued groping her ass, devoting every inch of his body to using every inch of hers sexually.

"Yes... ahhh... huh?" she said, delirious with pleasure and also sudden confusion.

He popped his mouth off her tit with a smacking noise and spoke clearly. "I want you to call him while we're fucking, and tell him that if he wants to see you again, it'll have to be recorded," he said. "Or on a video call. You know I'm not picky." His tone was casual, but the pace he was setting with his hips under her and his cock inside her were throwing her off-balance, literally and figuratively.

Then again, so were his words. "I... now? You want me to call him... now?" she asked in disbelief.

"Sure. Why shouldn't he know what a slut you are? You like to call me while you're fucking Roger. Why not do it when I'm on the same end of the call as you?"

She moaned in pleasure at the immediate sensations and the visions of what he was suggesting. As fast as her heart was racing from the fucking, fear contributed a tiny bit. I thought the slut thing was just between him, me, and Roger. Now Paul too? Who else does he want to know? Paul thought it was just a normal date. Now I'm supposed to call him and blurt out "I'm a married slut"?

"It's been an hour," she said softly, still thrusting her hips in time with his. "He has... to be... asleep now."

Robbie shrugged. "So what? I bet he'd like it anyway. I'm sure it would wake him up. I can tell you from experience, seeing and hearing you fuck is really! Fucking! Hot!" he said, punctuating his words with deeper, harder thrusts into her.

She moaned in response. He kept thrusting harder, and her moans turned to squeals. She tried to concentrate on the problems with calling Paul, tried to remember that there were good reasons not to. She threw her head back and trembled all over as another orgasm started. She didn't say anything other than moans, but she didn't move towards her phone either, unable to take that step now, maybe at any time.

"Fine," Robbie grunted. Despite his composure, the experience was clearly having an effect on him as well. He started thrusting as deep as he could, bottoming out in her and gripping her hips harder. "Don't want him thinking it's all a dream anyway. But soon." He said, thrusting harder. "Before you fuck him again or Roger. You're going to call Paul."

"Yes," she moaned.

"While we're fucking."

"Yes!"

"He's going to get to hear you moan! Just like I do! When you're with Roger!" Robbie grunted.

"Yes yes yes oh god yes fuck me Robbie make me moan for Paul..." she moaned, and collapsed into his arms as they both came.

They got ready for bed that night quickly and with few words. The following morning passed similarly. Tracy couldn't see her husband getting t-shirt and jeans on without thinking about what he had looked like naked, manhandling her. Tracy couldn't herd Chris and Izzy out of the living room and to the table for breakfast without thinking about what they had done there.

By noon, she was still undecided about how to handle what Robbie was asking - telling - her to do with Paul, but she figured she had to be careful about it. Whether Robbie gets his way or not, too much can go wrong if it's a surprise.

She started simple. "I had a great time last night!" she messaged him after lunch, while out grocery shopping.

He responded just a few minutes later. "Me too! Thanks for coming over ;)"

She took a deep breath. "Can I call you tonight?" She hit Send.

His reply came in seconds. "Sure, I'm not doing anything"

Ugh. Asking to call the day after a date? I sound like I have a crush on him. Him having that impression would be even worse than him knowing about kinky stuff. She tried to manage expectations. "We can't meet up again any time soon, but I might have news for you. Just so you know"

"News"? Like something on CNN? How weird would he think I am? So she followed up with, "I mean a surprise"

"Don't get too excited, though. I'm not sure I'll have one, and I'm not sure you'll like it. But I hope we can talk anyways"

She made herself stop texting after that and put her phone in airplane mode for a few hours.

Dinner was uneventful. They made pork chops, macaroni and cheese, and steamed broccoli. Chris and Izzy ate barely anything besides the macaroni and cheese, of course. She almost thought Robbie had forgotten about what they said last night, but Chris asked if he could see a friend after school on Tuesday, and Robbie had to say no. "Your great-uncle is visiting next week, remember?"

"Oh yeah," Chris said.

That reminded Tracy of how she normally spent Tuesdays. She blushed. The children didn't notice, but Robbie's slight smile and raised eyebrow told her that he had.

They watched a movie after dinner. It was Tracy's turn to put the children to bed after that. After she was confident they were down, she went downstairs to join Robbie in the living room.

"Hey, want to watch something?" he asked, the TV remote in his hand, but his eyes on her.

She tried to guess if his tone of voice was hiding anger, eagerness, something else. She decided it didn't matter; the answer was the same anyway. "Actually, I wanted to talk first. About what you said last night. What if I said no?" she asked.

He put the remote down, pursed his lips, and looked at her for a silent moment. Finally he chuckled. "I think my request was reasonable enough, under the circumstances," he said, as if it was obvious.

That made no sense to her. She was tempted to ask him to explain, but he continued talking. "Of course, that's assuming you want to continue this. The whole, you know, arrangement with Roger, and maybe Paul too," he said. "I think you do, I think you've been enjoying this, I know I have, but if you want to stop, we can. No hard feelings."

He shrugged. "But if you don't want to stop, then you really should let Paul know about me. And doing it while we're fucking seems like the best way to make every single important detail clear."

She couldn't help thinking about the details he was glossing over. I had one simple date with Paul, we moved a little fast but it was a normal date, and then he'd find out that I'm married by hearing me fuck Robbie. He'd get to see, hear, whatever, what a slut I can be. He'd probably hear about Roger too. Maybe he'd think I was sick, kinky, using him. Then again, lots of men would like that. Maybe we'd have the opposite problem. Maybe he'd think I'd do anything with him once he finds out. I still have a life and family here I care about. Do I really want to add a THIRD man to the mix?

While she was lost in thought, Robbie spoke up again. "And you know, I did say 'soon,'" he added with a shrug, rolling his eyes like it was all the same to him all along. "That's vague. It could be now, it could be next week, it could be next month. Your call."

She smiled. This felt like a negotiation even though the terms and even goals were vague. She wasn't sure who was winning, but decided it didn't matter. "It could be now."

Robbie did a double take at that. "Just like that? Seriously?"

"Well, we probably should do it soon, before I change my mind. You can handle it, can't you?" she teased him.

He snorted. "I'm always ready. You're such a slut, no one man could be enough for you, but I'm always ready. Take your pants off."

Tracy giggled. She wiggled out of her pants, pulled off her t-shirt, and peeled off her bra and panties. She spread her arms wide on the back of the couch and put one foot on the edge of the couch to the side, baring her whole body to Robbie, challenging him to really be ready to fuck at a moment's notice.

He stripped quickly as well. He didn't reveal a raging erection ready for her immediate attention, but he didn't disappoint her either. He dropped to his knees in front of her and started kissing the inside of her thighs, moving down toward her knees for a moment before back up, towards her pussy, but then he switched legs and started lavishing his attention on the middle of her other thigh, before he finally started moving up, closer and closer to her pussy.

She laughed in a mix of frustration and simple amusement at his approach. Why do they keep trying to seduce me? She groped at Robbie's neck and shoulders, trying to pull his body up hers.

He pulled back. "Where's your phone?" He asked.

"In my pants pocket."

He fumbled and found it. She couldn't help noticing that his cock was starting to grow. He handed it to her and returned to his place between her legs. This time he went straight for her pussy, licking along the slit. He was gentle and methodical about it, focusing entirely on her labia, occasionally just barely poking his tongue between her nether lips, setting a pace she'd soon get impatient with.

It took her at least twice as long to find Paul's number as it should have. She held the phone to her ear. "Mmm," she said as the phone rang and Robbie's tongue reached a particularly sensitive place inside her.

He pulled back again. "Speaker phone?" He asked.

"Sure," she said, just as Paul picked up.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Hi Paul!" she said brightly, more brightly than usual as Robbie resumed his oral activities.

"Hey. How you doing?" he asked. She tried to read his tone, but Robbie started fingering her clit and made it hard to concentrate.

"Pretty good, you?" he said.

"Great!" she sighed, and then gasped as Robbie tongued her clit with the tip of his tongue. "Oh! That's great! I'm great!"

"Okay, that's great..." Paul said uncertainly.

There was a pause Tracy hadn't realized the length of, lost in the feelings Robbie was giving her, until Paul spoke again. "So... you said something about a surprise?"

Can't put it off any longer. Maybe I could have if I hadn't been so distracted, she thought. "Yes! A surprise! Paul, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but I'm married!" she gasped, speaking and panting in short bursts.

"Okay... is that the surprise?" he asked.

That caught Tracy off-guard, and apparently Robbie too. He looked up and eyed her quizzically. "Yeah. I'm married and I didn't tell you during our date. Sorry."

"Okay, but that's not all that surprising," Paul said.

"It's not?" Tracy said. Robbie sat back, smiling at this.

"Well, you told me up front that you had kids, and you talked about them a bit, but you didn't tell me anything about where they came from, or who was with them," Paul said casually. "I figured maybe you're divorced and just don't want to talk about it, but what's the big deal about that, right? It sounded more like you were stepping out on your man."

"And you were OK with that?" Tracy asked.

"Why not? You're not my wife. If you're gonna get some dick on the side, it might as well be mine, right?"

Tracy couldn't believe it. All that worrying, and he doesn't even care about the marriage? Why would he care about the recording, then?

"Thank you for telling me, though," Paul continued. "I didn't think this was going to get serious before we met up, your profile said you just wanted to have fun and that's fine with me."

Robbie chuckled. Tracy glared at him. He shrugged, arched an eyebrow at her, and returned his attention to her pussy.

"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh yeah!"

"Oh yeah," Paul said. "So, I know you said you aren't free for a while and I get it, but since this is going so well, I might as well ask if you're changing your mind about that?"

"Yes! Yes!" Tracy exclaimed. Robbie stopped tonguing her clit and shot her a glare. She hastened to correct herself. "I mean, maybe! It depends! On how you like the surprise! The other surprise!"

"Oh, there's another surprise?" Paul said, maybe teasing, maybe sincerely eager, Tracy couldn't tell. Robbie had started rubbing her clit gently with his thumb while probing her labia with his tongue and that made it hard for her to concentrate.

"Yes! It's my husband! He knows about you, about us!" She gasped. She hated how dramatic she was making it sound, like she was panicking, but Robbie had started using fingers of his other hand on her clit as well and that drove all other thoughts from her mind for a moment.

"Really? Oh, shit, are you okay? Paul asked.

"Yes! Oh, yes, I'm fine! We're great! Great," Tracy said with a sigh.

"Mmm?" Robbie said. The vibration did interesting things to her pussy.

"So, he knows, and he's not mad? That's cool. You have one of those open marriages?" Paul asked slowly.

"Yes," Tracy said without thinking about it. Robbie leaned back from his oral activities and stood up. His cock was erect, pointing straight at her like he expected her to sit up and start blowing him. But he pointed toward the phone and nodded at her meaningfully. "Well, not exactly open," she continued, her eyes locked on Robbie's. "We don't just do whatever we each want. When I'm with another man, he gets to watch. A video call, or a recording later."

"He didn't get to watch us," Paul pointed out.

"Yeah, and that's the problem," Tracy said.

"Get on your hands and knees," Robbie said in a voice probably too low for Paul to hear. He motioned with his hands to make it clearer. Tracy put her knees on the edge of the couch and rested her elbows on the back of it, her face against the wall, her phone still on speakerphone awkwardly in one hand.

"A problem? Like, is he mad?" Paul asked.

"Oh, I don't know about mad," Tracy said in a high voice, her eyes on Robbie's erection, jutting out to the side as he stepped behind her. With one hand he groped her ass and with the other he reached between her legs, exploring her soaked labia. He wasn't being rough or punitive, but he wasn't teasing either. We're really doing it, she thought. I'm having phone sex with a man I met exactly once, while having actual sex with my husband.

"He's not mad, but he wants to see us fucking next time. Uhhhh," she grunted as Robbie's cock probed her pussy lips. A pause that felt longer than it probably was. "If we're going to fuck again, then he gets to see it. Oh!" She gasped as Robbie thrust forward into her pussy, filling her.

"That's kinky," Paul commented. Then he continued, sounding suspicious, "You sure you're okay? I think we might have a bad connection here or something."

"I'm great," Tracy said, high, almost squeaky. Balanced awkwardly on the couch, the phone still in her hand, her husband's cock buried deep inside her, and barely able to believe the situation she found herself in, she didn't have the mental energy to spare for choosing her words carefully. "It's just that we're fucking right now, that's all. Ohhh."

"Say what?" Paul asked.

"I said! My husband! Is fucking! Me! Right now!" Tracy moaned into the phone as Robbie thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips.

"For real?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She moaned.

"And?" Robbie grunted behind her.

"And if you want to fuck me again, then we'll tape it! Okay, Paul? Can we tape you fucking me?" She panted into the phone. "Or video call? So he can watch?"

Silence from the other end, or maybe Paul had hung up and the call had ended without her noticing, or maybe he was babbling questions and arguments that didn't matter at the moment, Tracy was too overwhelmed by Robbie's cock inside her and their passion, despite or perhaps because of their audience.

"My wife can be a bit of a slut, if you hadn't already noticed, Paul," Robbie said, louder, barely changing the tempo of his thrusts into her pussy as he spoke. "I don't mind as long as I get to enjoy it too. So let's plan on that next time, okay?"

She felt dizzy, and not just because of the awkward position. My husband's chatting with the guy who fucked me last night like it's over coffee! We're planning to fuck and film it a day after we met! How did I - we - wind up here?

Finally Paul said something that penetrated her orgasmic heights. "Sure, sounds hot," Paul said. She heard more noises and wondered if he was jerking off to the sounds of her and Robbie fucking.

Robbie's pace accelerated a bit, driving his cock into her faster, deeper. One hand lifted, then came back down sharply, not a spank, but getting her attention. She looked back. He waved towards the phone and nodded. He mouthed something she couldn't make out, but it might have been "Well?" or "Go ahead."

She gasped. "Thank you," she blurted out into the phone. "Thank you Paul! Thank you!" Her words turned to moans as Robbie sped up, his composure finally breaking. He gripped her hips harder again, thrusting his cock into her to the hilt. She moaned long and low into the phone as they orgasmed together.

She spared a brief thought for Paul, hoping he was getting off too, looking forward to when she'd see him again, and kept her legs up so Robbie's load slid down her thigh rather than straight onto the couch, but otherwise relaxed with her husband, spent, smiling faintly as she came down from her orgasm.