My Crazy Girlfriend: the Hall Pass

It's Liv, again. My husband knows me better than I do. After our day on the beach, and after we cleaned up for dinner and ate, we decided to go back to our room for some fun. Except he didn't take us to our room.

I remember being confused, maybe a little excited. Maybe he'd heard from one of the college girls or maybe Kayla had invited us over. But whatever it was, he was clamped up tight.

"Seriously, where are we going?" I asked, yanking on his hand.

"Would you relax, that's now how a surprise works."

"You can't surprise me, I'm much smarter than you. It's been proven time and time again."

He gave me an indignant look, "How's that?"

"I beat you in Goldeneye, Halo, my character in Divinity 2 is always higher because I go on quests and do PVP, plus my GPA is like....6 points higher than yours."

"You didn't have Professor Tofferson." He bit back, dragging me down a hallway I didn't recognize.

"Don't make excuses, just admit my intellectual superiority. I am clearly the smart one and you are the slutty dumb jock who can't keep it in his pants."

"I am not a jock, and I'm not slutty, you pimp me out like French girl down on her luck."

"I bet you'd fuck a French girl. Where are we going?"

"You're smarter than me, you tell me." He said laughing.

I groaned, "Ugh."

We stopped in front of a door, and he turned to face me, "Here we are, this is your surprise."

"Did you meet some hot young thing you think I'd enjoy watching you debase?" I said arching my brow.

"Almost, I found a hot young thing I think you'd enjoy debasing." He said with a confident smile.

I stared at him. My heart was banging in my chest and rage was starting to flare, "For me? How dare you!" I hissed, "You know damn well I'd never cheat on you, why would you think that? I've never once asked for another man, and I don't want one- I like you cucking me because I know you love me but it's not your kink so I wouldn't ever ask you to go through that!" I was practically yelling, my hand kept hitting his shoulder. He was laughing.

"What's so funny?" I snapped, "This is sick, I'm so disappointed!"

"It's not a man." he said confidently.

I stared at him, "What?"

"I met a girl after dinner at the bar when I was getting drinks. She just got dumped, like you did when we met and wanted to blow off steam with someone she could trust." He looked really proud of himself.

"You want me to cheat on you with a girl?" I stammered, "That's still low, what were you thinking?"

"Liv," He said putting a hand on my shoulder, "Since we met you've plugged me into every willing warm body who would take me. Bareback, pumping baby batter into girls we never talk to again in wild threesomes and sometimes just me and them. Your sister, your roommate, and total strangers. And in that time, I've watched you lick, slurp, finger, and kiss all of those girls. They get you so wet it literally flows out of you. You like fooling around with girls. Just this once, I want you to get to without making it about me."

"But... I love you. You banging other girls is what gets me off, I live for it. You're not a cuck, you're the hot one. I could never cheat on you even with a girl."

He gave me a soft kiss on the forehead, "You can't lie to me, I know how damp you're getting. It's not cheating, it's a hall pass. You've given me so many girls, let me give you one."

I hated that he was right. My heart banged in my chest, and I felt dizzy. I was offended, shocked, and aroused. Was I really thinking about this? Would I really hook up with a girl without him there?

"Her name is Mary, and you're going to have a blast." He said before knocking on the door.

"No- wait- I can't..." I pleaded grabbing his shirt.

"Yes, you can. Listen, I want this for you, and I know you want it. It's wonderful that you're willing to fight me over this, but I want you to go in and blow a fat load to this woman. And later, I can blow one while you tell me about how fun it was."

My lip trembled looking into his eyes, "Promise?"

"I swear."

"Is this what you felt like when I set you up with Maggie?"

He shrugged, "Probably, I was pretty terrified for a while."

We heard the door lock click, and it swung open. Standing in the doorway was a blonde girl about my own age. She was tanned, fit, with a modest chest. Her face was cute, with a dollish nose and plump pink lips. If the tables had turned, she was the kind of girl I'd set him up with.

Mary looked me up and down, then looked at him, "You were right she is cute." She bit her lip, "You didn't say she was a redhead."

"She is the real deal too." He said looking at me, "As sweet as she is hot."

It was weird watching him sell me like a horse at a livestock show. I wondered if that's what it was like for him when I dragged him through every tramp on campus. I looked her over, she wore a sheer blouse and a yellow bra underneath and blue jeans that draped around her bare feet.

She looked at me again and I flinched, "Want to come in?"

I felt his nose on my cheek, "Have a fun play date." He said, before giving me a soft kiss, "I can't wait to hear all about it."

She held out her hand and I took it. Her palms were soft and lotioned and she led me into the room. I looked back to see my husband waving. The door closed behind us.

Mary laughed, "Nervous?"

"I've never done this with a girl before." I said looking at her and then around the room.

"It's fine, I've only done it a couple of times."

"Did... my husband tell you anything?" I asked, trying to avoid the intensity of her blue eyes.

"Only that you've turned him into quite the stud since you got together." She said with a laugh that crinkled her nose. As I watched her talk all I could think about was how hot she'd be riding him as he tried not to blast her full of cum.

I pulled hair behind my ears, and she laughed again, "You're exactly the kind of girl I'd set him up with."

She smiled, "He says you only pick the hottest girls so I guess I should be flattered."

This time I laughed, "I do my best."

"Well, you're obviously nervous so, why don't you pretend he's watching and if you don't get into it, we can call it."

I looked at her, picturing her in his arms, squirming against his body as he peeled away her tight-fitting clothes. I could feel myself soaking my panties at the thought. Without realizing I leaned in and kissed her. Our lips barely touched at first, but she welcomed me, kissing back. Her lips were soft and parted so her tongue could meet mine.

As the kiss intensified my hands slid to her waist, feeling it through the thin top slowly sliding down to her hips. I hesitated, not wanting the kiss to stop. She smiled through the kiss,

"Go ahead," She parted the kiss looking at me with a smile, her nose close enough to touch mine, "Touch it, it's ok."

I couldn't figure out why I was so nervous. I had touched and played with lots of girls, he was right. And Mary was really hot. I let my hand slip from her hips until my fingers grazed the top of her butt. Even through her jeans I could feel how plump and firm it was. Her eyes lit up with excitement and she gave a soft sigh. As my fingers slid down, allowing her to fill my palm, her own hand touched my neck and moved down to my chest.

My mind revolted, my body belonged to my husband I couldn't just give it away; but my body begged me not to stop her. I craved feeling her hand on my chest, I wanted her to squeeze and feel, and play. The feeling of her hand cupping my breast sent shocks across my body, making my hips jerk and my voice whimper. She kneaded it gently, thumbing my nipple causing me to twitch in place.

I couldn't think, my mind was blank. My chest hurt, I was scared, but desperate to keep going. My hand reached between her legs, rubbing her crotch with several fingers. She gave a gasp and a moan, her own hips starting to move. She leaned into me and kissed me, this time with more aggression. It was a hungry, dominating kiss that slid her tongue to mine and tugged on my lips.

She eased backward, pulling me with her until she reached the edge of the bed and laid back. I climbed onto the bed with her, reaching my hand into her jeans and feeling the wet folds through her thin underwear. Her head yanked away from our kiss, and she covered her mouth.

The sleek blonde rolled beneath me, her moans buzzing in her throat as I kissed her neck, my fingers making a mess in her jeans through the delicate lace. She was grabbing the comforter with one hand and holding my neck in the other.

"You know how to show a girl a good time." she said with a breathy smile.

"You should spend some time with my husband, he leaves girls brains empty and their pussies full." I replied with a smirk pulling my hand from her jeans and unbuttoning her sheer blouse to kiss down her chest.

"Nothing he can do would top getting to play with a feisty redhead." She said playfully, running fingers through my hair, "It's a bucket list item."

I wiped her fluids from my finger onto her exposed sternum between her breasts and licked it away, "Mmm I can tell." The tart acidity of her pussy bit into my tongue as I dragged it across her soft skin. Forget oysters, that's the real aphrodisiac.

Feeling her back arch up into my mouth as her blouse fell open, exposing her sun kissed body made me clench and ache. All I could think about was making her quiver and moan. In the back of my mind, I hoped my husband was somewhere imagining this and jerking off. The rest of me wished I had a cock I could bury into her. Oh my gosh, he's right, I am crazy.

Blouse open, her yellow bra exposed, I went to work on her jeans, which were not the fashion kind. These were tight, dense, Levi's and the button hurt my thumb to undo. But I powered through, kissing her naval, around her belly button and down to her pelvis as she ran fingers through my hair and flexed her flat tummy as my lips tickled her.

I tugged at her jeans and panties. Foreplay had been fun but I wanted to feel her thighs around my ears and hear her moaning. I could smell her hot, slick, pussy as I pulled open the zipper and slid them off her hips and down her bronzed legs. Once they slid past her knees, I pulled them off her cute feet and tossed them onto the floor.

She pulled her legs apart exposing a wet, pink pussy with a neat, trimmed, landing strip above it. I leaned into her leg and began kissing, licking, and sucking down her sensitive thigh. I could see her pussy clenching in response as I teased my way down, hearing her gasp and pant.

"So, mmm... what's with letting your husband fuck all these girls?" She asked, trying to sound casual as I dragged my tongue across the flesh of her inner thigh.

I shrugged, "I dunno, it all started when I caught my sister making out with a date to a dance and just... spun out of control. I think watching other girls lose their minds with him knowing he'll always be mine is such a turn on." I bit her, letting my teeth gently sink into the tender muscle feeling it tighten and hearing her whimper.

"Sometimes he's insecure and they seduce him into it until he finally gives in and drains his balls, sometimes he throws caution to the wind and makes them scream like porn stars on his own before telling me all about it. They get to use him, but he belongs to me. Something about it makes him so attractive to me. And I know all along if I ever said stop, he would and would never look back." My lips kissed the point of her hip across her abdomen and pelvic bump. I ran my finger through her wet folds making her moan and arch in place.

She giggled and panted, biting her lip to try and keep quiet, "You don't get jealous or worry about losing him?"

"No, never. That's why I do it. His dick can go wherever he wants, but his heart belongs to me." I let my tongue flick across her clit and she cried, bucking her hips up into me and grabbing the comforter.

I sank my tongue into her folds, lapping, licking, dragging it up and down over the hood of her sensitive little button, her stomach clenching and her pouty lips hanging open as she moaned. I hate it when he's right, and he was right. This was amazing. I could eat her pussy for the rest of my life. Damn, he finds girls as good as I do.

I leaned my face up and kissed her leg again making her groan in frustration, "Keep going..."

"Roll over." I said, licking the taste of her pussy from my lips.

She did, rolling onto her stomach and raising up on her knees. Her legs were spread and her hips flared upward so her slippery, pink pussy opened like a messy, blossom. Her ass in the air and her pussy, wet and exposed was hypnotizing. Mary had become like a cat in heat begging for satisfaction and I was starving to taste every drop of it.

My eyes took in the sight of her luscious ass and slender legs and as I admired her I got a wicked idea that I couldn't resist. I put my hands on her soft cheeks and gripped them, she giggled and cried with anticipation, feeling my fingers in her flesh. I pushed my hands apart spreading her butt open and she laughed nervously,

"Wait, what are you doing?"

I laughed and leaned in, pressing my tongue against her clenching, brown, asshole. She reacted like I did when my husband did the same to me. She squalled, clenching her butt and lurching forward with a loud moan, "Stop!" She yelled half laughing half moaning.

I ignored her, lashing my tongue against her asshole and pulling a hand away to plunge my finger into her pussy. Her walls tried to close around it as I slid in and out, curling my finger down feeling for her g-spot as her body bucked, and shook and her sultry voice groaned in ecstasy. I slid another finger in, her tight pussy squeezing around them as I started fucking her with flexes of the wrist.

Suddenly she let out a scream and buried her face into the comforter. Her pussy fluttered against my fingers, and she shook in place, groaning as an orgasm rolled over her mind and rang out her body. Several drops of fluid fell from her as I slowed my fingers. I slid them out and her hips collapsed so that she was laying flat on the bed.

I crawled over her limp, naked body, laying on her, pulling blonde hair aside to kiss her neck and face. She smiled craning her head around to kiss me back, "You ass-eating bitch that was not cool."

"My husband did it to me on our wedding night, I would have been livid if I hadn't also been very drunk."

She shifted beneath me, and I rolled off, laying next to her. Mary rolled me onto my stomach and began pulling at the zipper of my dress. She kissed down my back and shoulder blades as the zipper descended, her soft lips giving me goosebumps as she exposed my body gradually. Once it was open she started to peel the dress off my shoulders and drag it down the length of me, leaving me in just my plain white underwear and bra.

"Your husband is lucky, look at this cute body." She said as I felt her hand grab my ass.

The sensation of being groped caused a moan to jump from my lips and I blushed. She laughed with approval, dragging the tips of her fingers up my back from my hips. I shuddered at the feeling; my mind consumed with desire for her to touch me everywhere. Her fingers plucked my bra hook, letting it fall open.

"Roll over," she said, pushing on my side. I did, rolling onto my back.

Once I was flat, she leaned over, blonde hair in her face and wrapped her lips around my nipple. I blushed at first. My breasts aren't all that big and I'm insecure. But she lovingly wrapped her cute lips around it and started to suck and flick. I moaned, my pussy tightening causing my hips to flex upwards. I felt fluid running into my panties as her mouth coaxed a fierce ache through my hips.

Her fingers traced down the inside of my thigh making me whimper and my legs opened for her. She reached the damp, fabric and smiled, lifting her face off my breast, "You're so wet." She said quietly as her finger reached the hood of my clit and began to rub through the slick cotton.

The motion of her finger made my pussy drool, creating a slick mess across my thighs and her fingers and wrist. Jolts of pleasure arced across my body, my hips rocked, and I moaned as the tension twisted inside me. I felt her finger slip the cotton to the side and begin dragging across my bare lips, my voice caught in my throat and my hips bucked in place.

I groaned, reaching up and grabbing the duvet as she pushed two of her slender fingers into me, I felt stretched and filled as I felt her knuckles pumping against my clenching walls. I was moaning, my hands grabbed her neck and held on as my legs lifted around her as her fingers worked my pussy steadily.

"Mmmm, Mary, fuck..." I panted helplessly, rolling my body against her fingers that plunged steadily into me. Her hand was stroking my insides building the radiating pressure and heat that threatened to burst.

Her other hand was kneading and groping my chest as she giggled and kissed my neck, "Moan my name, I want to hear it as you cum."

The feeling of her fingers on my nipple and her lips on my neck centered the pleasure from her fingers buried in me. I clutched her neck with both hands, clinging to the shreds of remaining control I had over my body, riding the ecstasy from her fingers; "Mary... Mary..." I cried.

I was suddenly seized by an explosive sensation as jolts shot across my body from the burst of heat that poured from my abdomen sending me into violent bucks and jerks. My mind went blank as pleasure intense enough to hurt was coaxed along by her saturated fingers. She was smiling and laughing as I lost control, distantly I could feel fluid from my pussy dripping onto the bed and off her knuckles, and saw as much as she freed her hand from between my legs to lick the mess away.

As I lay panting, she kissed my neck and collarbones delicately and whispered, "Fucking girls is so much more fun."

"Mmm, you do a good job." She laughed and leaned in, giving me a soft, sapphic kiss. I could feel her wet, sticky fingers in my hair as she held my face, her tongue gliding across mine as her sultry body laid on mine. I didn't want it to be over, but I could sense she got what she wanted.

"You should come hang out with my husband and I." I said quietly, running my nose over her cheek like we were in love.

"So, he can have his way with me while you get off?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"Maybe, or maybe he could just watch us get each other off."

She kissed me again for several moments before answering, "Maybe if we meet again, for now, I think I'm over boys." She licked her fingers again, noisily slurping me off them, "But if you get bored with him, I'm always happy to play with you."

I smiled up at her, "I'll keep that in mind."

We spent another several moments chatting and the longer we did it was more and more clear she was ready for me to leave. I was disappointed, she was pretty, and a very good lay. I wanted to play with her body more, but I was told it was a rebound, so I knew better.

Eventually I got dressed and left, she led me to the door and touched my face, still naked, still stunning, "Thanks for the relief." She said stretching.

I put my hand on her's, "Anytime." And left.

It had been fun hooking up with a beautiful woman, my husband was right. But as I left, I wondered if this is how the girls he fucks feel. Amy had never complained about the one and done, neither had anyone else at the sorority. But I felt a little empty, a little used. I was also thrilled and buzzing with sexual energy. Eating her asshole had been awesome. But I wanted more from her, and she had notched her belt. Still, I was grateful for the experience. He was right, I loved fucking her, tasting her, making her cum. I was as into girls as he was. Besides, I knew how to fix that 'empty feeling'.