Using the Hall Pass - Pt. 18

Using the Hall Pass -- Part 18

By Cal Bishop

Author's Note

This story is a bit different than most of the series in that it mostly takes place before the present day and mostly follows a character other than Robbie or Tracy. I almost titled it "the beginning," because most of it is about Tracy's first hall pass, but there are also a couple scenes set after Part 17 where Robbie gets a chance to find out all those details that Tracy and the narrator have been coy about this whole time.

Jaime here hasn't appeared in the series before, but he was mentioned in Parts 1, 5, and 11. Priya was mentioned in Part 14. Liz was mentioned in Parts 6 and 9 and appeared in Part 13, and Jessie was mentioned then too.

Tags: MF, MFF, dirty talk, hotwife, slut wife, hall pass, voyeurism, doggy style, woman on top, face sitting

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. I'm less concerned with realism than with telling a good story. 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.

The Happy Hour, June 7, 2023

"Any questions? No? All right, thanks for coming!"

The rustle of feet, clothes, and papers as other attendees left got Jaime's attention in a way the speaker hadn't. He glimpsed Dylan through the crowd and rolled his eyes and pantomimed flapping his jaw. Dylan laughed gamely and they meandered through the crowd toward each other.

"I'm looking forward to synergizing her paradigm," Jaime said, stone-faced. Dylan laughed but looked around to make sure no one else had heard. Pussy.

They met up with Julian, who was leaving a session of his own. Jaime knew him from attending the same convention last year but Dylan was new to it.

By mutual agreement, they meandered to the hotel bar. It was a modern place catering to business travelers and tourists in the city to see the sights, nice to look at but not linger in. Jaime, Julian, and Dylan had beat the rush of convention-goers leaving the last sessions of the day, but the bar was fairly crowded anyway for happy hour. They shouldered their way to the bar to order beers and surveyed the room, looking for a table.

Dylan had his eye on a table. "Hey, if you get my beer, I'll go save that one." Jaime and Julian nodded.

As Jaime watched where he was going, two women across the room caught his eye. A pale woman with brown hair was leading a shorter, dark-skinned woman to the other end of the bar. The shorter woman had a bigger rack and was dressed to show it off better, in a tight top with plunging cleavage, but Jaime's eye was on the taller of the two, even though her green blouse had a high neckline and was demure under her jacket. He recognized her.

The bartender brought Jaime's, Dylan's, and Julian's beers. Jaime pushed Dylan's toward Julian. "Get Dylan his drink, okay? I'll be along in a minute." He picked up his beer and left without waiting for a reply.

Jaime stepped away from the bar to approach from behind the taller woman. "No, don't worry about it, really," she said as she stopped the other woman from reaching into her purse and did so herself. "I know what they pay you TAs. I got these."

"Why don't I get them instead?" Jaime cut in.

The two women wheeled to face him. Jaime saw defensiveness on the taller woman's face at the intrusion, and then shock. He took advantage of that to reach past her and hand his card to the bartender. "I got the ladies' drinks. For old time's sake," he grinned.

"Jaime?" she asked.

"Long time no see, Tracy. Miss me?"

She scoffed.

Jaime gave the shorter woman his most charming smile and extended his hand. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" he asked Tracy without looking at her.

She eyed him for a moment, speechless, but then apparently decided to play along. "Jaime, this is Priya, my TA. Priya, this is Jaime." A pause, and then she got it over with. "My ex."

"Nice to meet you, Priya. I'm the one that got away," he grinned at Priya and leaned on the bar over her.

"Er, hi, nice to..."

"Oh, please," Tracy talked over Priya and waved her hands between them. "I hope you're fooling yourself, because you aren't fooling anyone else. I dumped you. There are witnesses."

He leaned back and nodded as if he had got a bullseye. "Yeah, several times. But you kept coming back for more, huh?"

Tracy narrowed her eyes at him. Cocktails arrived, green for Tracy and pink for Priya, and they picked them up, but Tracy spoke up before taking a sip. "Didn't you move?"

"I'm back in town for the week for the convention. My company's paying for it and everything." He pointed at tables reserved for the Annual Security Consultant Association get-together, near Julian and Dylan. "They would anyway, of course, but it was even easier with the local knowledge I bring to the role."

"Uh huh." Tracy looked unimpressed, not that he expected otherwise.

"So what brings you here? Drowning your sorrows about how boring Robbie is? You aren't still putting up with him anymore, are you?"

Her nostrils flared. "Robbie and I and our two kids are doing great, thank you," she said smugly.

"Yeah, I know, you announced them on Facebook."

She seethed.

Priya lifted her glass and hunched her shoulders. "So, I, uh, we're here with a department happy hour. Nice to meet you, Jaime, but why don't we head back to our table?" She almost but not quite stepped in between the exes.

"Nice bumping into you, Jaime. It looks like you've really turned your life around. You were a mess," Tracy said with a nod.

She wouldn't get the last word that easily. "Yeah, it sure was embarrassing, where my clothes turned up after that party at Liz's," he said with stone-faced deliberation.

Tracy pursed her lips and took a deep breath. "You know what, Priya? Why don't you go back to the gang? I'll be along soon." She put her hand on Priya's shoulder and guided her away from Jaime. She picked up a napkin with one hand, pointed towards an unoccupied table with her drink in the other, and headed that way without looking back. Jaime followed her.

They were a little way from the bar and both of their groups' tables, in sight but not in earshot. She settled her napkin square in front of one chair and turned to face him. She held her glass up. "To old times."

"To old times," he toasted her.

She nodded towards Julian and Dylan, who were now chatting with some other convention-goers. "Do they know about your arrest?"

"HR does."

"All of them?"

He grimaced. If she had said "both," that would be merely embarrassing. But "all" meant she knew about Kathy too. She smirked. "Yeah, I didn't think so."

He sipped his beer and did his best to take it in stride. After all, he should have expected something like this. "We did have some good times."

"We had some times," she answered after a sip of her own and a long gaze off into the distance over his shoulder. Then she put her glass down deliberately. "I don't think we really have much to talk about, do you?"

He was nonplussed. He might have expected another taunt here about one of their breakups, or maybe prying into how his life had gone since he moved away, looking for new weaknesses to exploit. Not simply shutting him down like she didn't care.

He saw right through that, of course. He shot her a feral grin and retorted, "We never did talk much anyway. That's not why we lasted so long." Her arm was resting on the table holding the stem of her cocktail glass, and he rubbed one hand along it slowly. He stopped shortly after her elbow. She stiffened but didn't pull away.

She tilted her head down at him and glared. "What do you think you're going to get out of this?"

He shrugged. "Maybe one more fuck for old times' sake."

That finally elicited a reaction. "Fuck you. You're crazy," she laughed. "We were miserable together and I haven't thought about you once in the past 10 years. I couldn't imagine anything dumber than going to your room now."

He grinned. The more she argued, the more he liked his odds. "You want to lie to me? Fine. I'm used to it. But don't lie to yourself. Yeah, sure, we were bad for each other, and you loved it. You loved how crazy it got, how dirty it got. I'm pretty sure that by the end you were picking fights because hate-fucking was better, right?"

She didn't say anything, so he pressed on. "Have you had even one moment like that in the past 10 years with Robbie? Sure, maybe you've tried to spice it up with something you read in Vogue, sex dice or something, but you know it's nothing hot and nasty like what we had."

She looked like she was going to laugh. He cut her off. "Wait, don't tell me, let me guess. You've given each other celebrity hall passes, right? If you run into Jake Gyllenhall at the grocery store or some shit like that, I'll bet Robbie has given you 'permission' to 'fool around' with him. Am I right?" Her jaw dropped. Oh yeah, he had her.

"Maybe you've given him the same for Samara Weaving or something. Maybe you two even roleplay being them and you try to tell yourself that's exciting. You want to lie to me that that's enough for you, go ahead. But don't lie to yourself about it."

She pursed her lips and flared her nostrils, but smirked for some reason. "So you're saying... what? If we got back together, it would be so good, I'd forget all about Robbie?"

She scoffed at that, but he just grinned. "You said it, not me." He'd never worked harder at projecting bravado than he did right there. He didn't want to guess what would happen with her kids if she did. He certainly didn't want to deal with them.

A pause. He'd shocked her into silence. He hid a smile. He'd almost never had that pleasure. Finally, she blurted out, "This is ridiculous. You always were an asshole. Since I last saw you, you've also become delusional."

This time he didn't bother to hide the smile. "If you change your mind about that, the convention ends Saturday. I'll keep Friday night open."

"Right. Like I'm going to sneak out on Robbie and the kids for a hot date."

"I didn't ask you on a date. I'm suggesting a booty call. We had those now and then. Even after you were with Robbie."

"After you and I were through. Not after I was with Robbie," she corrected sharply.

"Whatever. My room's 612. If you text me before 6, I can be there in 10 minutes. We can see what we're missing out on. You still have my number."

She opened her mouth, quirked her lips, paused, said, "It was nice catching up," and nodded and returned to the table of mousy, frumpy academics she had come from. He waited just a moment, long enough to see if she was going to check on him immediately, not so long that he was obviously waiting on her, and then returned to his own cluster of acquaintances.

He found a space between Julian and Dylan with his shoulder to Tracy's table. He laughed a little louder at their jokes and interrupted with a story of his own a little more eagerly, just in case she was checking, but carefully didn't look her way.

The First Hall Pass, June 9, 2023

It was 1:30 when the text message popped up. Jaime was confused at first. Why not meet at the room? Maybe she's really not going to go through with it. But if she's coming to the hotel at all, going to the room must be within reach.

He responded with a thumbs up. He looked back at the stage and at Julian when he nudged Jaime with a wry comment about some banter, but his interest in the Q&A had cratered.

After the panel discussion was over, he and Julian headed to the main convention meeting room to meet Dylan. But as soon as Dylan asked about plans for the night, he had to fess up. "I'm going to have to leave you guys hanging. I'm meeting a lady friend," he shook out his wrist and looked at his watch theatrically, "Right about now, actually. Sorry."

Groans followed, chagrin, congratulations. He shrugged them off and headed out of the convention area with a swagger. He checked the time. It was 2:03. He stopped in the bathroom between the convention area and the hotel bar and checked himself out in the mirror, splashed water on his face, sniffed his pits. It was fine. He'd been in the air-conditioned building all day. If she had wanted an actual date, she would have come later or given him more warning, but she didn't, so he would give her what she wanted.

Him, for the first time in too long.

He left the bathroom, and then just outside the door he got his phone out and poked through Reddit and Facebook for a few minutes to kill time. At 2:10, he walked down the short hall and rounded the corner to the bar.

He found Tracy sitting at the bar, her back to the door. She was wearing a sweater jacket that concealed whatever was under it and thick, dark slacks. He sneered before she saw him. Robbie really had turned her into a pussy. Or maybe teaching, but probably him. She was sitting at the bar, with two men Jaime had seen at the convention in the middle, an old married couple at the other end chatting with the bartender, and three or four empty spaces in between each of them.

He approached her and noticed a cocktail glass in front of her, green and bubbly and half full. "Thanks for coming," he said by way of greeting.

She turned and looked at him and waved the glass at him. "I billed this to your room. If you're going to play games like being fashionably late after you invited me, then I can too."

Uptight bitch. "Aren't the games why we're here?" he asked with a grin. She scoffed but didn't argue.

He waved the bartender over and ordered a Tecate. Tracy stared over the bar silently the whole time.

When he had his beer, he held it up toward Tracy with his most charming grin. "To old friends," he toasted.

She touched her glass to his, but immediately returned to gazing across the bar. Instead of answering, she said, "I haven't decided yet why I'm here."

"I should have known better than to assume I'd ever understand you. Why do you think you're here, then?"

She stared at the beer taps for another long moment. "I want to make a few things clear. If I go up to your room, it would be a one-time thing. No follow-ups. Tell yourself whatever you want to tell yourself about me, but I'm really not following you down to fucking Tampa, or sending you pictures again. I've already blocked your number, so if you hadn't shown up here when I said, I never would have known why. Today, and that's it."

"I respect that." Blocked my number? You probably didn't block me on Facebook and LinkedIn too. I'll bet you reach out on your own in a month anyway.

She pursed her lips at him. "Second," she said deliberately, "You would never tell Robbie about this. Or Liz, or Anita, or anyone else who knows him or me. When and if Robbie finds out, I decide how, not you."

He nodded deeply at that. "Now why would I want to tell him?" Tempting, I'd love to see his face when he finds out he's been cucked, but it would delay that follow-up.

She nodded slightly.

"Third, we would use condoms."

He blinked, and then scoffed. "Seriously? You like it raw. I know Robbie didn't change everything about you."

"I mean it. I can still walk away. I was never here, and if I was, we just had a drink for old time's sake." She finally turned to look at him. "You think I couldn't walk away after we go up to your room, you'll find out how serious I am about this. I have taken some precautions."

He took a long pull on his beer and decided to try to pass it off as a joke. "Sure, no problem. It's not like I need a Little Jaime running around out there anyway."

She snorted. "You think I'd rely on condoms for that? I just want to make sure I don't get any diseases you've picked up in the last few years."

"And yet, here you are," he fired back. He didn't have to fake a smile at that. This was what he had missed. He had dated two women who seemed like her for a while, but Heather's sister got possessive after their last fight and they lost touch and he didn't know what happened to Rosa after she got out of rehab. He didn't know how many more he had kicked to the curb as soon as they made it clear they wanted serious, safe relationships.

Tracy, though, was the real deal. Hot, eager to fight but easy to fuck, and if he had had any doubt about where this was going, that last jab made it clear. In 10 minutes they'd be fucking. In a week she'd be sending him pictures of "what he was missing out on." In a month, who knows, maybe talking Robbie into a winter vacation down south to get away from the cold?

"Here I am," she agreed, staring across the bar again. She took a sip of her own drink. It was almost all ice by now.

He took another sip of his own drink. "So where does Robbie think you are?"

"I don't want to talk about him," Tracy said, with a surprising lack of heat.

"I don't see why not," Jaime joked. "He's part of why you're here, right?" If he was taking care of business, I'd be out of business.

She laughed, once, and nodded.

"So what do you want to talk about? Or do you want to just go upstairs now?" Eager, easy, slutty, overdue for a good, hard fucking...

A pause. Then, "Let's go upstairs." She threw back the rest of her cocktail, stood, and stepped back from the bar. He had another gulp of his beer and did the same.

He put his arm around her lower back as they left the bar. She tensed, but didn't pull away as they walked through the lobby to the elevators.

Two people were waiting for the elevator ahead of them, a gray-haired couple in shorts and t-shirts with monuments on them. The elevator dinged and the Up button lit up. Jaime headed for it just behind the tourists, but Tracy pulled away.

"One second, sorry," she said. She stood to the side and got her phone out and tapped the screen and the other couple got into the elevator without them.

The minute the elevator door closed behind the tourists, she put her phone away and hit the elevator Up button. She returned to her phone until another door dinged and opened.

Tracy stepped inside without waiting for Jaime. He tapped the button and eyed her. "Embarrassed to be seen with me?" he joked. "Am I too fat and bald for you these days?"

"You could stand to lose a few pounds, now that you mention it," she retorted.

"Ahhh, I've got it where it counts." He thrust his hips forward obscenely.

The elevator dinged. He waved Tracy out first with a flourish. She rolled her eyes but accepted the courtesy. He led the way to his room, swiped the card over the lock, and led her in.

As soon as they were inside, he had her against the wall, kissing her, running his hands up her back, groping her ass through the slacks. She gasped between kisses. A protest? No, a laugh. He put his hands on the wall on either side of her. "Something funny?" he demanded.

She smiled sideways. "Me. Us. Here we are, back at it again."

"We aren't back to the old days yet," he countered. "For one thing, you're still dressed, and you're not sucking my cock."

She straightened her neck. She put one hand on his chest. She ran it down his body. He didn't wait for her to reach his groin. He undid his belt, whipped it off, and dropped his pants. She ran her hands over his briefs and felt him grow.

"Well? I'm waiting." He didn't bother to hide his impatience anymore. She could pretend to have all the regrets she wanted about their time together, pretend to be a boring, normal wife and mother and respectable intellectual, but he knew the real her. She was a cock-hungry slut who'd do anything for a man who could make her cum as well as he did. If she had any doubts about belonging on her knees in front of him, coming here today should have ended them.

She took a breath. Swung her purse onto the bed. Started unbuttoning her blouse. Paused. "I guess you could fuck my face right here," she blustered, "But that wouldn't be comfortable for either of us. So why don't you sit down on the edge of the bed?"

He narrowed his eyes. He was tempted to do what she hadn't suggested and fuck her face, right there against the wall, but her offer still had her worshipping his cock properly. So he just chuckled. "Sure. This time." He stepped out of his slacks, strolled over to the bed, dropped his shirt and underwear, and waved his half-hard cock in her direction. "Now. But strip first. I want to see those tits and cunt again."

She grinned and finished unbuttoning her blouse. She let it drift to the floor and her bra followed, businesslike. She dropped her slacks and panties and he had a glimpse of her hips and bush before she dropped to her knees and stroked his cock. She popped it in her mouth, locked eyes with Jaime, and sucked him to full length in no time.

Jaime put his hand on the back of her neck and pressed her down. "It's about time, bitch," he groaned with pleasure. His cock filled her mouth and hit her tonsils. She gagged and jerked back, but only for a moment, and then she was breathing through her nose and massaging his thick shaft with her tongue again.

She was right, fucking her face while sitting down was even better than trying to do it standing up. She met his eyes occasionally in between particularly rough thrusts. He thought he detected the hint of a smile.

He clenched a handful of her hair. "It's about time. Just try to tell me you haven't missed this," he groaned with pleasure. "Just try to tell me your cuck husband's been doing it for you like this."

She looked at him with maybe a flash of shock or anger, but she didn't say anything. Of course, her mouth was full. She returned her gaze to the cock in her mouth and he accepted her silence, interrupted only by grunts, as agreement.

She massaged his balls with one hand. He groaned. She pulled back with a wet slurp.

"You're bringing up Robbie more than I am," she said, only a little hoarsely. "Why are you so interested in him, anyway?"

Jaime grimaced and stretched. "Yeah, sure, I like knowing that I won," he mused. "Why not? He thought he got you just because you two tied the knot, but you and I know what you really need, and it's not him." He cupped his cock and balls in one hand and waved them at her. "You need this."

"Huh. Whatever," she answered. "Anyways, it feels like you're getting close. So you can have a handjob on my tits here, or you can put a condom on and try to fuck me properly. What's it going to be?"

His heart raced with both pleasure and a surge of rage. Try to fuck her properly? He was already fucking her throat better than Robbie had years, he was sure!

She glanced at his face and froze for a moment. Then she grinned with bravado he knew was false. "Never mind. I know what you want. Come and get it." She climbed to her feet, reached in her purse, pulled out a strip of condoms, tore one off, climbed on the bed, got down on her knees and one hand, and offered him the condom with the other. She thrust her bare ass toward him and her cunt peeked out between her thighs. "Go on, you know you want to."

Jaime chuckled in spite of himself. He slapped her ass. She didn't react. He tilted his hand and slapped her pussy with his fingertips. She winced. He probed between her pussy lips with her fingers, roughly and carelessly. She gasped.

"You're going to use the condom, right?" Her voice wavered.

He thought about it. It would be so easy not to. He knew she wasn't really worried about it, or she wouldn't be here. Maybe she'd whine or even slap him, but she loved his cock too much to really do anything about it, once he started giving it to her.

But he couldn't help realizing she'd changed in some ways, and he didn't really want to find out just how much. So he just laughed under his breath and wiggled his hips, whacking his hard cock against her ass. He probed his bare cock along the curve of her ass for a moment before pulling back. "Sure, I'll be a nice guy this time." He took the condom from her. He rolled it onto his cock. He positioned the head at her labia and thrust. She yelped.

And ground back against him.

He gripped her hips and thrust. He filled her. She moaned.

"Oh, yeah, I'll fuck you," Jaime leered. He gripped her hips and pulled her cunt back onto his latex-covered cock, burying himself to the sheath. "I'll fuck you good." Still buried in her cunt, he slapped her ass from the side, hard enough to sting.

"Ow!"

"I'll fuck you like you need it," he growled. He got a grip on her hips again, pulled out, thrust again, just as hard as before.

"Ohhh!" she moaned.

He grinned in satisfaction. "Maybe you pretended to be a nice mommy and wife." Thrust. Moan.

"Maybe you even believed it for a while, but that's all it was. Bullshit." Thrust. Moan.

"You're just a slut." Thrust. Moan.

"You need hard cock, like this, and you'll do anything for it." He didn't bother stopping to talk anymore as he continued to take his pleasure from her cunt, he'd made his point, and her moans served as confirmation.

"You're not getting it like this from Robbie! And you know it!" His hands dug into her hips. Her knees spread further. Her head dropped on the bed. She wailed with pleasure like he'd heard her cum plenty of times before.

He wasn't done. He reveled in her power over her body and held her in place, not that she was resisting, she clearly loved getting used like this. He punctuated his thrusts only with grunts and the occasional stinging slap on her ass until he exploded in the condom, filling it with his sperm. As he came down from his orgasmic high, he had a moment of regret he'd agreed to a condom at all.

He stood back and his cock, still hard but softening, slid free easily. Tracy rolled to her side. "Whew! Not bad," she exclaimed. A lock of hair fell over her flushed face. Jaime laughed to himself. He was surprised at how well she was acting indifferent.

"Mind if I take a shower?" Tracy asked. She picked up her purse and headed toward the bathroom without waiting for a reply.

"I'll join you," Jaime swaggered toward the bathroom behind her while plucking the condom off.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't get any ideas," she warned. She put the purse on the sink counter.

"You know, this is an annual convention. I look forward to seeing you at the next one," he stated, as if he hadn't heard her.

She rolled her eyes, but didn't demand privacy in the shower.

He sidled up behind her as the water warmed up. She turned to face him and put her hand on his bare chest. "I'm getting cleaned up and leaving here in less than half an hour, and your cock is absolutely not going in any of my holes bare," she announced. "I swear to fucking god, that's not changing unless you literally murder me here in this room. You want to save time and get cleaned off with me, fine, go nuts. Get one last look. Be nice and maybe I'll give you a handjob. But that's it, understand?"

He took a step back without thinking about it. "You never did have much of a sense of humor," he muttered.

For some reason she just nodded a hair at that. She turned back to the shower and tested the water and stepped in. He paused, and then hurried to follow her.

Her eyes were shut, water cascading through her hair and over her face and breasts. He grinned. She stepped out of the stream of water, took a few squirts of body wash in her hands, and started to wash her body, her eyes on him the whole time. He stood back, enjoyed the steamy water, and watched.

She was brisk and rarely took her eyes off him as she cleaned up. He took half a step forward, joining her out of the water. He put one hand on the wall behind her and the other on her pussy. He ran a finger along her pussy lips, up and down, and came to rest at the top, around her mound.

Neither of them said anything else as he fingered her to a gasping, shaking orgasm, nor as she finished cleaning up. They didn't have to. She could protest whatever she wanted and pretend she had established whatever boundaries she wanted, he knew he had her where he wanted her, and always would.

Jaime Returns, June 7, 2024

The following week, Jaime sent the details of the upcoming convention to Tracy's work email. No answer came in the next few weeks, as he expected. If it had, he would have expected nothing more than some juvenile insult about that Friday afternoon, or been on his guard for some joke or trap.

He was somewhat surprised in September by the continued lack of response. He knew she needed his cock and hadn't thought she could be this stubborn. He didn't expect her to come back begging for more outright, of course, but resuming contact with a snide comment on Facebook or a teasing picture of some cleavage or ass with a "see what you're missing out on?" caption would have been her style.

In October he tried to find her on Facebook realized she had, in fact, blocked him. He finally realized this would be harder than he thought. He was on-again with Rita at that point, so he went all out, multiple dates at new, nice restaurants, entertaining the notion of them moving in together.

And as he did, he put it all on Facebook, with any possible excuse to tag Tracy's and his old mutual friends. "Just like that party after finals, huh, @Liz?" he wrote on a picture of him and Rita embracing in November, tagging that blonde bitch they'd hung out with in college. They hadn't seen each other once since he moved south. Maybe she'd think it was weird. He didn't care. She'd mention it to Tracy, and that would finally get things moving.

Nothing.

In December, Rita got tired of vague hints about maybe moving in eventually and they drifted apart again. Jaime pursued her out of habit for a while but in January he met Jill, a curvy real estate agent, and for a while he forgot about both Rita and Tracy.

By February, he'd decided that Tracy had found some other guy somehow, a student on the football team maybe, and was getting what she needed from someone other than both him and Robbie, and was furious. They had history! He fucked her better than Robbie ever had or could, or anyone else! If the bitch thought she was just been teasing him last summer, she was lying to herself again!

Jill overreacted to a fight after that, and by March he was getting bored with her anyway. He ghosted her and blocked her number. He spent more time at his favorite bars in a funk and wondered if there was any common factor in how things fell apart between her, Rita, Rosa, and Heather, and tried to figure out why he had misread things so much with Tracy.

But then, in late April, he was sitting in front of the TV when the app dinged with a message from Tracy.

As he watched, the bubble by her picture went from green to gray. He waited two days before responding.

Probably

Two days after that, his message still didn't show up as read.

He rolled his eyes when he thought it over. Maybe she had blocked him again or maybe she was avoiding Facebook entirely. Maybe she'd been dwelling on him all year or maybe she'd convinced herself it was just a fling until she got an itch recently. Didn't matter. He had her, he knew.

On the last day of the convention, he made his way to the bar after 2:30. If she could wait 10 months to reach out, she could fucking well wait half an hour for him if he felt like it.

Once again, the bar had only half a dozen occupants. Jaime didn't see her anywhere, so he ordered a beer on draft and took it to a bar table where he could see the game on TV. His eyes were fixed on the TV, but he couldn't even tell who was playing; he was having too much fun imagining what he'd do with Tracy.

Her ass? Sure. Maybe not this weekend, he didn't have lube on him and it wasn't worth the fight without it, but it wasn't too far to a drugstore. He wouldn't be surprised if she had it in her purse anyway. He'd gone there often enough back when they were a couple.

Fucking without a condom this time? Of course. They'd done it plenty of times before, and she couldn't pretend she didn't want this anymore.

Her pussy with no condom, even if she wasn't on the pill? She might not be. Jaime frowned in thought, and then smiled. She probably made Robbie get snipped, and he probably agreed to it. Well, too fucking bad. Maybe there would be a Little Jaime running around after all. What would they do about it, anyway?

He polished off one beer without even thinking about it as he watched the game and dreamed about Tracy and ordered another. It had been a long, thirsty day at the convention and he was happy to celebrate things finally going his way.

He glanced at newcomers to the bar as they entered just to make sure it wasn't Tracy, but he was mostly lost in his thoughts until another commercial break started. He cast his gaze around at the dozen or so convention-goers and fat tourists until one table caught his eye. Was that Robbie across the room there?

The face had more lines but was similar enough. He wore a button-down shirt and gray slacks like he had just come from work, but his tie had a good three inches between the knot and his throat; more relaxed than Jaime or others here for the convention.

Jaime squinted. Was that blonde bimbo with him Liz? Yeah, recognizing each one confirmed the other. It was them, and a shorter woman in with dark curly hair and glasses Jaime had never met. They each had cocktails in martini glasses in front of them and a cheese platter between them, slowly vanishing as they chatted.

Robbie's cheerfulness made Jaime suspicious even more than the coincidence of simply seeing him. He slumped in his seat and held up his phone so Robbie didn't have as good a view of him and glanced around the bar furtively.

What was Robbie doing here? Had he found out about Jaime's rendezvous with Tracy somehow? Jaime twitched uncomfortably. The man always had been a chump and now was cuck, but they'd come close to a fight once or twice, and Jaime wasn't sure which way it would have gone. If Robbie was planning to ambush him, or brought friends, he really wasn't sure.

Maybe so, but why just have drinks with Liz and another woman at the bar in the open, then? The bald, fat tourists at the bar clearly weren't accomplices of Robbie taking advantage of his distraction to jump him. Nor was the dad walking through the bar with a suitcase in each arm and a water bottle under his armpit followed by two kids.

Everything was normal, except for Robbie and the two women enjoying themselves. Tracy wasn't going to join him with them there. Jaime had to know more.

He still had half his beer left. He threw it back while still slouched out of sight and meandered to the bar, walking sideways to Robbie's table so they hopefully wouldn't recognize him, and ordered another. He walked carefully around the bar, keeping obstacles between him and Robbie's table as much as possible, and made his way to the table next to Robbie's.

He sat with his back to Robbie and turned away from Liz as best he could, held his phone in one hand and his beer in the other, tried to look forgettable, and listened to their conversation. Even if Robbie did know he was here, he wasn't going to stab him in the back in broad daylight, and if Robbie didn't know, maybe Jaime could still figure out what was going on.

There was a pause, a lull in the conversation behind him. For a moment Jaime worried he had been recognized. He held his phone up closer but paid attention to it even less, alert to any sound that could be Robbie wheeling around to grab him.

Liz broke the silence. "You know, Tracy told me everything." Her playful tone rang in Jaime's ears. He froze. Robbie didn't know, but clearly that smug bitch knew. She was going to tell Robbie now and he'd lose it and Liz would point Jaime out and Robbie would put him in a wheelchair and get off with a temporary insanity plea.

Should he jump and run now? No, that would look crazy. Anyways, he might not be in as much trouble as it sounded like. Maybe Liz didn't want to tell Robbie now, maybe she was just setting up some blackmail scheme. Better to keep listening for now.

Robbie was cheerfully oblivious to the menace in her tone. "It's been fun," he mused. "It's not for everyone, but it's worked for us. And, you know, no pressure if it's not for the two of you. Especially you, Jessie."

Jaime hunched his shoulders and eyed the exits over his beer as the two women made reassuring noises. He had no idea what "it" was and didn't care, he was too concerned with what kind of game Liz was playing.

"I'm looking forward to it, really," the short woman said, probably Jessie, clearly a sadist.

"This should be memorable," Liz said in the same tone as before. Jaime twitched. Were they already thinking about his beat-down going on YouTube? Being described in witness statements to police?

"Exactly. We've talked about this," the short woman agreed. "I don't want to go on wondering forever, or just hire someone with a big tool. I want it to be personal." It was Robbie's turn to make reassuring noises.

That added the smaller woman's interest in this to Jaime's worries. Was she thinking about hiring some thug to kneecap Jaime until she met the others? Had Heather's sister tracked him down somehow? He'd never actually seen the woman's face. Jaime didn't think she had the money to follow him up here, but Rosa's family had money, or maybe some other ex...

"Well, I have to admit, I'm going to enjoy this, and I hope it's not too arrogant to say that I think you might too," Robbie said. Liz guffawed. Jaime sneered while moving his shoulders as little as possible. Clearly Robbie already knew, that smug fucker, and was toying with him.

"I'm sure you can," Liz sneered. There was the rattling of the table moving, the rustling of cloth. When Liz spoke again, her voice was almost directly in Jaime's ear. "After all, you've been waiting for this all year."

Jaime's bladder clenched. Fuck it. He was too smart to let them toy with him anymore. He jumped and ran. He knocked his empty beer glass over. It shattered explosively but he didn't look back until he'd ducked past two occupied tables and a cluster of people standing at the bar and had reached the door to the hotel lobby.

He found Liz staring at him, leaning over Robbie's shoulder with the smug grin he'd expected this whole time. Robbie had contorted himself to look at the commotion without getting up from his seat and wore an expression of surprise. Jaime gave him a feral grin. Not today, cuck! He ducked into the lobby, hurried down the hall, and tried to put Robbie and Tracy out of his mind.

Robbie and Friends

"That was weird," Robbie muttered. He half-stood and waved at the bartender and pointed at the broken glass, but the man nodded, already on his way with a hand towel. A moment later, another server followed with a broom and dustpan.

"Yeah, weird," Liz sat back down with a strange smile.

"What was up with that guy?" Jessie asked.

Robbie's brow furrowed in thought. "Don't worry about it," Liz said. "We've got more important stuff to take care of today, right?"

Robbie sighed and went back to what Liz had said before their neighbor made a scene. "I wouldn't say I've been waiting for this all year. Sure, a threesome with two women is one fantasy I've had, like a lot of guys, and not to make this weird, but I've always found you attractive," he raised his glass to Liz.

She rolled her eyes. "Stop, don't make me blush."

Robbie shrugged and continued, "But Tracy and I have explored a lot of different fantasies lately. This is just one more."

Liz nodded graciously. "I see. Maybe Tracy exaggerated a bit." She elbowed Jessie. "I'll thank you on her behalf. She kept asking me over and over again about this."

Robbie cringed on Jessie's behalf. She rolled her eyes. "Oh my god. I asked you twice."

"Four times."

"Whatever. I'm curious, that's all. But you enjoyed telling me about some of your exes so much..."

"I think you enjoyed hearing about them..." Liz interrupted, and did something under the table.

Jessie blushed and talked over her, "... So much, that when we heard about your friends', er, lifestyle, I said, fine, I'd give it a try. That's all."

Liz ignored that and addressed Robbie again. "She says she's bi, but she's never actually gone all the way with a man. She's a fraud, I tell you." Jessie punched her in the side, but couldn't quite hide a smile.

"Don't let Liz pressure you into anything. Especially not for my sake," Robbie sighed.

"Oh, I don't know, what if Jessie and I both want a turn with Tracy next, instead of you?" Liz shot back.

Robbie and Jessie exchanged surprised, excited glances at that. Then he laughed and looked around nervously, but the server cleaning up the glass had left and no one else was close enough to overhear. "I doubt it, sorry. She's made it very clear, she's straight. Not that I wouldn't love to see that, but we can't always get what we wait, right? That would be crazy."

Liz quirked her lips and arched her eyebrows at that as if she was ready to start scheming for how to fulfill that latest fantasy.

"Crazy is right," Jessie giggled. "Okay, sure, I asked about this a few times, but that was, you know, the main part." She waved in Robbie's direction. "Not all the rest."

Liz cuddled against her and murmured in her ear, just barely loud enough for Robbie to hear. "Won't me being there make it better?"

Jessie blushed. "Probably."

"If recording it is too much of a problem, we can be flexible," Robbie offered. "Tracy and I talked about it. We get that it's a bigger deal for you than for us."

Jessie nodded seriously.

They made small talk as they finished their cocktails. They had already closed out the tab, so when Liz stood and looked expectantly at Jessie and him, he only had to pick up his overnight bag from the seat nearby and follow them out of the bar.

Robbie looked back thoughtfully at where they had been sitting, and the wet spot on the floor where the servers had mopped up the broken glass and beer. "Is it my imagination, or did that guy look like Jaime?" he asked Liz.

"Maybe it was him," she answered without looking back.

Robbie blinked. "Really? What are the chances? He moved somewhere down south, didn't he?"

Liz pointed to a sign on an easel announcing the annual convention as they walked by. "Maybe he's here for that."

Robbie paused to study it. He followed Liz and Jessie towards the elevator. She pushed the button. As they waited, he mouthed the word "annual" to himself.

"Penny for your thoughts," Liz said. She put an arm around Jessie's hip and took Robbie's hand with the other.

He grinned eagerly and raised his eyebrows suggestively at both of them, but his mind wandered again before the elevator dinged. "Tracy recommended that you two stay here when you came to visit, right? In this hotel? And said we should break the ice with drinks at the bar?" He asked Liz as they waited for the elevator's occupants to leave so they could enter.

"Yeah."

"Did she say why?"

There was a pause, and it could have been just for the caution needed to get their trio around the group that had just left the elevator and hit the button for Liz and Jessie's floor.

"It's metro-accessible," Liz remarked. "It's near her school, so maybe she's been to that bar before." Robbie looked thoughtful at that. Liz smiled faintly. "Do you care why she recommended it?"

Robbie opened his mouth. He shook his head. He chuckled to himself once, low, and mouthed "annual" to himself again, then laughed out loud, so long that Jessie looked back and forth between him and Liz worriedly. "Sorry. It just reminded me of something," he said to her. He nodded to Liz as the doors opened and she led Jessie out. "You're right. I don't care."

"Glad that's settled," she said. Jessie had already got her key card out of her purse, so she waved the door open, entered, and held it for them. Robbie and Liz both tried to wave each other through next. Robbie gave in first; after all, it was Liz's and Jessie's hotel room, not his.

He looked around as the door clicked shut and saw a typical downtown mid-range hotel room: two queen-sized beds, one unused; a window facing north, with a view of a nondescript office building and construction site; wall-to-wall carpet, beige; a TV on a dark wood chest of drawers; the womens' suitcases open on the luggage rack and chair.

He dropped his bag on the unused bed and turned towards Liz expectantly. She only had eyes for Jessie, though. "We made it. The flight was fine, and they let us check in early," Liz said. She took Jessie's hands. "We exchanged test results. You got to meet him in person. I think you hit it off," Jessie nodded hurriedly. "We had that little revelation in the bar." Jessie looked confused, but Robbie nodded and smiled. Liz held Jessie's hands up between them and said, "I want you to enjoy this, so it's going to be about you for a while."

Jessie blushed. "Thanks, but what do you mean?"

Liz leaned forward and gently planted a kiss on Jessie's lips.

It went on for a while.

Their hands dropped, and then grew into an embrace as they got into it. Jessie's hands roamed down, exploring Liz's back and ass, while Liz toyed with Jessica's long, curly hair, maybe playing with it, maybe freeing her tresses from the clip more purposefully.

Robbie leaned on the bed to make himself comfortable as he watched.

Jessie broke the kiss and looked at him. "You're going to, uh, get the camera out, right?"

Robbie smiled. "If you're comfortable with it, sure."

Jessie stared at him. Liz massaged her scalp through her hair and planted kisses on her neck and cheek, but left her free enough to answer him. Jessie breathed hard and her hands roamed down Liz's back to cup her ass as if they had a mind of her own. "I'm comfortable with it whenever you... get involved," Jessie answered breathily.

Robbie thought about it, then nodded and smiled. He got the camera out of the bag, set it on the bed, and got out the tripod and unfolded it.

Then he loosened his pants and resumed his position by the bed. Jessie hadn't waited for him to finish the setup. She'd maneuvered Liz against the bed. Liz sat and arched her back and Jessie stood over her, kissing her.

Liz tugged at and played with the hem of Jessie's shirt. "May I?" the taller woman asked. Jessie nodded.

Robbie swallowed and shifted his seat to make the bulge in his pants more comfortable. Jessie's breasts were small and delicate, like the rest of her frame, but clearly Liz enjoyed them anyway, teasing them as she undressed her lover. Jessie was engrossed in Liz's kisses and caresses even as Liz unsnapped her jeans and lowered them. She hopped out of them and continued making out with Liz for a moment.

But eventually she pulled away and turned toward Robbie. "Your turn," Liz gasped.

Robbie stood and unbuttoned his shirt deliberately. His shirt and slacks followed. He took off his boxer shorts with more care, revealing his half-erect cock.

"Just imagine that inside you," Liz said to Jessie.

"You've used bigger dildos on me," Jessie answered.

"Not the point."

Robbie stroked himself with one hand and gestured toward the ladies with the other, motioning for them to continue. They did, but with their eyes on him now, Jessie nervous despite Liz's hands roaming over her, Liz eager despite her amusement.

Robbie shared a rueful smile with her. Never could have guessed we'd wind up here, huh? She nodded back as if she had read his mind.

"You going to join us?" Jessie asked Liz.

Liz stood up straighter and peeled off her top. "Sure, but this is still about you. Lie down." Liz stripped, even more businesslike than Robbie had been. He stole a glance at Liz's ample breasts -- okay, more than a glance -- and light bush as she turned towards Jessie all too quickly for him.

Jessie smiled and obeyed. Liz settled her head between Jessie's thighs and for a few moments, Robbie just stroked himself and enjoyed the show of Liz pleasuring Jessie.

Eventually Liz looked up at Robbie. "You ready?" she asked, her face flushed and glistening.

He grinned, but then stopped and looked to the side, at the camera. "I am. How about that?"

Jessie gulped. "Sure. Go ahead." Robbie set up the camera, aimed it at the bed, and turned it on.

Robbie paused at the edge of the bed. Jessie still looked nervous. "You know what?" Liz said carefully. "Robbie, why don't you lie down on the bed so Jessie can be on top."

"Sure." He climbed around Liz and Jessie and lay down in the middle of the bed, closer to Liz, and held his erection straight up with one hand.

"Touch it," Liz told Jessie. She did so with the tip of a finger and her thumb. "Oh, come on, it's not going to bite you," Liz said. Robbie laughed. "Wrap your hand around it, just like he was doing a minute ago," Liz said. Jessie did so, very gently. Robbie sighed with pleasure.

"Now just go ahead and straddle him," Liz said. Jessie swung one leg over Robbie's hips and paused there and looked back and forth between his face and Liz. Robbie rested his hands on Jessie's hips. "Just go ahead," Liz encouraged her, with only a faint grin. "I promise, you're wet enough." Liz slid her fingers along Jessie's mound and teased and gently parted her pussy lips.

Jessie smiled back. She spread her hips, slowly lowering her pussy onto Robbie's cock. They met. They both held their breath in anticipation.

Liz put her hand on the back of Jessie's neck and turned Jessie to face her, and they kissed. Liz's hand slid up Jessie's belly and around her hips, and slowly, Jessie ground her slick, swollen pussy down onto Robbie's cock.

Robbie sighed with pleasure and breathed slowly and deliberately. He wanted to make this moment last for hours, if not all night. But as Liz kissed Jessie with more energy and passion, she hid Jessie's face and breasts from him. He could only see her hair, which reminded him of Tracy. He laughed.

Liz broke the kiss. "Something wrong?" she asked him. Jessie looked down at him, eyes wide.

"Nothing at all," Robbie said. He gently, experimentally thrust his hips. Jessie smiled. He waved one hand at them and continued, "This reminded me of Tracy. I used to dream of you and her, sort of like this. Not too serious, just one fantasy out of many. I never got around to suggesting it, but now... wow."

Liz smiled. "Lucky guy." She looked back at Jessie and kissed her once, softly, and then pulled back. "You good?"

"Yeah," Jessie said in a soft, high voice. She pumped her hips once, echoing Robbie's earlier move.

"Oh, yeah," he sighed.

"Great," Liz growled. Then she grinned. "Since you're comfortable, you mind if I get comfortable too?"

"What do you mean? Go ahead," Jessie said.

Liz grinned down at Robbie. She scooted back, and then closer to his head, and swung one leg over his shoulders. "How about this, Robbie?" she asked, her glistening pussy inches from his face. "Is this part of your fantasy too?"

"Hell, yeah," he breathed. Liz lowered her pussy down onto his face. He licked a few long strokes along her labia. She gasped.

He started probing her pussy lips with his tongue. He felt her shift her weight and felt Jessie start to move again on his cock on her own and suspected the two women were kissing. He grabbed Liz's ass with both hands and drove his tongue into her pussy eagerly. His ears were muffled by her thighs but he heard moans from both women nonetheless, felt Jessie's hips jerk and twitch to explore his cock in her pussy from every angle, tasted the sweaty tang of Liz's lust.

Jessie and Liz rode his cock and face until all three of them erupted in orgasms, simultaneously as far as Robbie could tell, not that he even cared about the details at that point. Liz fell to the side with a gasping laugh. As soon as she did, Jessie collapsed onto him, breathing hard into his ear. As they all caught their breaths, Robbie could only think about how lucky he was to be married to Tracy.