Using the Hall Pass -

Using the Hall Pass - Pt. 2

By Cal Bishop

Author's Note

Robbie gives Tracy another hall pass.

This is a hotwife/slutwife story. There may be cuckoldry-adjacent stuff here but it's not pure humiliation. That being said, this definitely is not a "cheating bitch gets chlamydia and gets kicked to the curb in that order" story. If that's what you're looking for, I recommend you look elsewhere.

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 2

Robbie sat on the couch, with his phone in his hand and the Netflix home screen on but without really paying attention to either. Instead he was focusing on what he could just barely hear from upstairs: his wife Tracy putting their two kids to bed.

He was eager to see her, and at the same time nervous about how putting the kids to bed would go. Maybe it would be smooth and she'd be down any minute, or maybe Izzy, their four-year-old, would be in the middle of a tantrum.

Hope it's not Chris too, that would really be messy, at his age

.

Finally, about 10 minutes later than usual, Tracy came down, and he didn't hear screaming.

"How did it go?" Robbie asked carefully.

Tracy sighed. "I think Chris is still up, but he'll probably be OK. He knows the rules by now. But we should keep quiet for a few minutes just in case."

Robbie burst out with a big grin. "Great. Thanks."

She looked twice at his grin and gave him a leer of her own. "What do you have in mind?" she asked.

He picked up a piece of paper from the couch next to him and handed it to her. She sat down next to him and read it. He had jotted down the language over the past few days and printed it out as soon as he got home today.

Despite the thought he had put into it, it was simple. Across the top, it said, "HALL PASS" in large print. Below it in normal text, it said, "The bearer of this pass is entitled to one session of sex with the person of their choice with no consequences from the giver of this pass with following conditions:

They inform the giver of the pass of the act as soon as possible.

They provide proof of the act to the giver of the pass as soon as practical, not more than one day later. Acceptable formats of proof may include:

Photographic evidence of the act in progress;

Video evidence of the act in progress; or

Immediate physical inspection, to reveal evidence of sexual contact.

Expiration date: August 31, 2023. Date redeemed: ________"

After reading it the first time, she read it again. Finally she turned and look at him. "You're joking," she said.

"Was I joking last time?" he countered.

"No, you weren't," she said softly, probably thinking about how wild their sex lives had been since she used the previous pass.

"Well then, you have my encouragement to use a hall pass again," he said, as matter-of-fact as he could make it, even though his heart was racing.

"This is a much shorter expiration date than last time," she said, seizing on the simplest difference. "Last time I got 30 years."

He rolled his eyes. "If you don't get around to using it in time, we'll deal with it,"

by printing out another copy on the 30

th

and changing the date

, he thought. "But I don't think I have too much to worry about."

By her expression, she disagreed. She wrinkled her nose. "Evidence? Do you actually want to see me... like that?"

"Hell, yeah," he said.

"What if he doesn't go for that?" she asked. "I'm pretty sure some guys wouldn't."

"You'll never know until you ask," Robbie said.

"Where am I even going to find someone?" she muttered, staring off across the room.

Robbie blinked. He wouldn't have guessed that, of all things, would be a problem. "You can call back the guy from the first time, whoever it was," he offered.

"No, I can't," she said. "And I wouldn't if I could."

Her vehemence surprised him, but he pivoted. "Well, okay, but if that's the only problem, I'm pretty sure it's solvable. They have apps for that. And you may not think of this much, but you are an attractive woman," he said with his most charming grin.

He wasn't just buttering her up. Not quite 40, wearing shorts and a t-shirt with her hair back and ready for a relaxing night at home, she looked like the practical soccer mom she might be in a few years when their kids got a little older.

But when he saw her in the mornings as she was getting ready for her job as an adjunct professor at the nearby state college, she was dignified and professional, no doubt lusted after by some of her students, and Robbie had many fond memories of seeing her dressed for clubbing and dancing when they were younger, her reddish-brown hair flowing wildly, her C-cup breasts barely restrained by a tight top or dress.

She sighed again. "Thanks. I'll figure it out."

"Some apps offer couples' accounts," he offered. "Want to try one of those?"

"Naaah, I'll figure it out," she repeated, giving him a smile and a hug.

They browsed the Netflix menu and settled in to watch

The Gray Man

, even though they probably wouldn't finish it before going to bed themselves. Robbie relaxed with his arm around Tracy, but found himself uneasy, wondering why she hadn't greeted the pass as warmly as he expected.

It's not like she has to blow me just for as a reward for giving her the pass,

he thought.

That would be crazy. But it's almost like she didn't even want it

. He wondered for the first time in over a month whether she actually had used the first hall pass.

That's not a lie anyone would normally tell, but after all, there was no real proof and she had been vague about some key details. The reason the new hall pass required evidence was to make it more thrilling, to make him more involved, to see what it was like personally when she was with another man rather than just hearing about it. That's what he told himself and he would swear it to her if she asked. All that being said, knowing that it had actually happened would be a side benefit.

The following night, after Robbie's turn putting the kids to bed, he came downstairs to find Tracy with both feet on the floor and both hands on her phone. "Hey, I'm setting up Tinder now," she said.

"Great! Great," he said, sitting down next to her maybe a little more quickly and closely than usual, not wanting to worry her.

There was a problem right away. "Should I say I'm married?" she asked when the cursor was in the field for her bio. "It'll probably turn most people off..."

"Well, do you want this to be a couples thing?" Robbie asked. Way back when he gave her the pass, it had had been intended as a first step to get her to think about something kinky, and as an apology for a suggestion that had gone over badly, without thinking too much about the details.

"Hell, no," she snorted without thinking about it. She immediately looked horrified at what she had said. "I mean, not yet! Not now. Maybe someday, but let's just... focus on this for now, okay?"

"No problem," he said. He could read between the lines.

She doesn't like the idea of me with another woman. Well, fine. Our sex has been so hot lately, I'm still getting plenty out of this myself. For now

.

"But I have to say something like that. I don't want anyone thinking I'm looking for an actual relationship."

"Right. You might not be free on school nights, but you're still a slut looking to get fucked," Robbie joked.

"Exactly," she said with a smile, getting into it.

They settled on "MILF looking for no strings attached dates and play" for the first sentence. Then they had to decide what to say about her likes and dislikes, if anything. It took them over half an hour to complete her profile, writing and deleting every word. It took almost as long to find a picture. In the end they found one from a vacation five years ago, just before Izzy was born, and blurred out her face.

When they were finally done, she paused, staring at the screen. "So, do you want to check out some possible matches?" Robbie asked.

She jumped as if she had forgotten he was there. She grinned at him slyly. "Not tonight. Have a seat and let's talk," she said, motioning to the couch.

He sat down on one side, expecting her to sit next to him. Instead she wedged one knee between his leg and the arm of the couch. "Give me a little room here," she said. He did. She put the other knee on the other side of him and settled down, straddling him, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders.

"Oh, I hadn't realized it was going to be that kind of talk," he said with a smile. They were both fully clothed at the moment, but had fucked in this position often enough. He rested his hands on her hips comfortably.

She smiled briefly, but her words were serious. "I want to be careful about what we're doing," she said. "I want to make sure of what this account is for, of how it'll be used."

"I'm sure," he said with a smile.

"It seems like this is a bigger deal than that time with the guy at the hotel," she said. "One time, one guy, that could be a momentary indiscretion, a mistake. But an account? This could become a habit. A... lifestyle."

He swallowed. He had seen that term used in porn and erotica, but wasn't aware she had.

Maybe she's thought of this more seriously than I realized. Maybe more seriously than me

. "I like that idea," he said.

"Do you? Okay. Let's start there," she said. She shrugged, highlighting her breasts a little bit even though she was wearing a comfortable t-shirt, and then laced her arms behind his head, resting her elbows on his shoulders, bringing her face much closer to his.

"You like the idea of me being with other men. Sucking their dicks and being all slutty," she said.

"It's not slutty if your husband says you can do it," Robbie countered. "And a blowjob? Pshhh. That's just playing around."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm glad you're so open-minded. You like the idea of me fucking other men, just like that?" she said. He nodded slightly. "Yeah, I think I knew that, after the past few weeks," she said with a smile.

"But if we use this app, it's not just an idea, it's real," she went on, sitting up straighter on top of him, her eyes lighting up with an emotion he couldn't be sure about. "I could really, actually fuck another man again, and you're asking me to tell you about it right away, with details. You think you'll enjoy that?"

"I'm willing to find out," he said, trying to be judicious about it, but the whole experience made it difficult. He ran his hands up her thighs, back to her ass, squeezing, massaging it.

"And now you're saying you want to see it yourself," she said, as if she hadn't noticed his hands. "You actually want to see another man's cock in my mouth?" she started gyrating her hips when she asked that. "In my pussy? Blowing his load on me? In me?"

"Yeah," Robbie whispered.

She stopped moving her hips. "Why?" she asked, matter-of-fact.

He chuckled. He just barely had the presence of mind to realize that she had planned this. "Stand up," he growled.

She blinked and complied. He unsnapped her pants and yanked them over her hips. "Get those off," he said as he shucked his own pants and shirt and sat down again. "Now, get back up here and I'll tell you why," he said.

She laughed at that as she wiggled out of her panties and shirt, freeing her beautiful firm tits, and put her knees on either side of his legs again. She started gyrating her hips over him, maybe just a little closer than before to his growing erection. "Well? I'm listening," she said.

He put his hands on her hips, stared into her eye, and watched, feeling her hot bush and pussy just barely brush against his belly and cock. When the position was just right he tensed his hands, pulling her down, and at the same time drove his hips up, driving his cock into her. She gasped.

"Because I've always known you had the potential for this," he said, low, breathing hard. "I've always known you could easily be a slut. I've always known you needed good, hard sex and a lot of it and one man wouldn't be enough for you."

He drove his cock into her as deep as he could, not bothering with tender romance at the moment. "I'm just glad you told me how much of a slut you were!" he growled. "So I'd have the chance to be the best man for you! The best man in you! The best man fucking your slutty cunt!"

That was a bald-faced lie, or at best, wishful thinking. He had no reason to think she wasn't happy with the past nine years of family life until a few weeks ago and had been shocked when she told him that she had used the pass.

But he knew her well enough to know it was the right thing to say now. She hadn't been very kinky until recently, but she had always been passionate in bed, and ever since she told him about her session with a mysterious man, she'd loved to hear about what she did or would or could do with that man or other men in the future, real or hypothetical, often in nasty terms.

Her reaction confirmed it. She moaned at what he said as if it was giving her as much pleasure as his cock inside her. She bucked her hips on him and held herself up with hands on his shoulder so she could devote every muscle from her bellybutton down to extracting as much pleasure as she could from the cock that happened to be her husband's at the moment.

"God, yes, I'm a slut, so fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck your slut, fuck the slut..." she chanted as their thrusts accelerated. He grabbed her hips to have some control of his own over their speed. He wondered if he'd leave bruises. He was pretty sure she wouldn't mind if he did.

He started tensing his hips harder, driving his cock deeper into her, and her "fuck me" mantra turned to squeals. Eventually the squeals turned to loud moans. He put one hand on the back of her neck, pulling her face towards his, kissing her both out of pure passion and to keep her from waking the children.

She returned the kiss eagerly at first but as her orgasm started it turned to open-mouthed moaning into his face. He tensed and came inside her and couldn't guess if she noticed it, she was so overcome with her own pleasure.

Finally they slowed to a stop and caught their breath. She ducked into the bathroom around the corner to clean up wordlessly. He gathered up their clothes and they crept upstairs, still with few words. He drifted went to sleep soon after, blissfully imagining what it would look like to see her blow or fuck with another man, and how it could possibly compare to the sex they'd just had or would have immediately afterwards.

As the days went on, though, imagining that scene became less confident. "Do you believe this?" Tracy demanded three days later when Robbie was making dinner. She had set the kids up with a pre-dinner snack and stormed in to see him. She shoved her phone in her face. It was displaying a picture of an erect cock. It may have been a bit bigger than average, but the extreme close-up and lack of context made it hard to tell.

"That's impressive?" he said, confused.

"I'm glad you think so. I don't know why he thought I would," Tracy muttered drily. She took the phone back and tapped a few buttons, presumably getting rid of the offending image. "You worked on the bio with me. Do you remember saying, 'unsolicited dick pics are a good first impression'? Because I don't."

"Ah. Huh. I gather that you aren't getting the kind of interest you'd like," Robbie said carefully as he continued chopping up carrots for the salad.

"Duh," Tracy answered. "And it's not just him. There were two more just like that."

"Ugh. Sorry. Is that really all you've got?"

"Well, there were two others that were more, you know, polite. Normal," she admitted. "But one of them just seemed boring, and the other came right after one of those dick pics, and I was too mad to even give him a chance."

Robbie would have liked to follow up, but the kids were just barely out of earshot, and the timer for the chicken in the oven was less than two minutes away from dinging. He eyed the half-done salad and the mix of herbs for the chicken and shrugged. "Well, sorry. Maybe you can give him a chance in a few days. Or maybe someone better will come along."

But they didn't. Over the following week, Tracy showed him two more dick pics she had received. She also told him about some others that weren't much more appealing. "Can you believe this? 'Hey, missy, one taste of my equipment will be more than you can handle,'" she read in the closest imitation she could do to a baritone as they settled down for the evening in front of the TV. "What does he even need me for? He's apparently great at jerking himself off."

Robbie chuckled at that and snuck a glance at the screen. "He looks like your type, though," he joked. The man was wearing sunglasses in the picture and a sport coat more formal than Robbie normally wore, but his tightly curled hair and hawklike nose resembled Robbie's. Robbie leaned in and leered to strike the same pose as the man in the picture.

"Hah! Don't worry, you were never that creepy," Tracy said.

As he looked over her shoulder, he noticed a few other messages on the app that she had read, but she didn't volunteer any information about them before changing the subject to dinner, and he let it lie.

Another week went by with similar jokes and complaints and no discussion of matches, and August started, and Robbie wondered again if he was barking up the wrong tree. When Tracy did show interest in another man, she found him in a way Robbie hadn't expected.

It was a hot Saturday. The family had got through a trip to Costco in the morning. After lunch, Robbie and Tracy planned to set up the inflatable kiddie pool and the sprinkler attachment for the hose to make a miniature water park for Izzy and Chris.

"Ack!" Robbie yelped when something wet hit his back while he was filling the pool absent-mindedly. He whirled and saw Chris behind him with a water gun and a massive grin on his face, his younger sister watching from the shade.

Robbie glared at his son, but Chris just tensed and squirted Robbie again, and Izzy tried to suppress giggles at that. Robbie shrugged, put his thumb over the hose to focus the pressure, and sprayed Chris with the improvised water cannon. Chris tried to dodge but he wasn't fast enough, getting soaked on his back.

Unfortunately, a hose with a thumb over it isn't a precise weapon. Robbie got a fair amount of water on his face and chest from the backlash. He wiped his face to get it out of his eyes. Izzy laughed out loud. Robbie guffawed, glared at her theatrically, and turned the hose on her too. Soon they were both running.

"Give me a minute to finish up here, kids, then you can both cool down all you want," he muttered. He returned the hose to the pool.

Just then, something icy soaked his back. "Jesus Christ!" He yelled and jumped about a foot in the air. He whirled around and saw Tracy, shaking with laughter and holding a bucket in her hands. An empty bucket. Robbie was drenched.

"Oh yeah?" He snarled, and turned the hose on her, at point blank range. Once again, he got wet, but she got drenched too. Chris ran through the stream, both protecting his mother and enjoying the intense cool blast again.

Izzy joined her brother in the stream as Tracy fled. Robbie laughed at them all, but soon wondered about his phone and wallet in his pocket. "Truce! Pause! Not it!" he yelled. He got his wallet and phone out and the hose back in the half-full pool. He let it fill for another minute or so, his eyes on the rest of his family the whole time.