Using the Hall Pass -

Author's Note

The morning after. Roger visits Tracy and Robbie at home.

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.

To any readers who may be following this series or my work in general, some real-life stuff came up when this story was 90% done. I got it good enough to hit "Publish" on, but the next few stories will probably be shorter and simpler than my average, and delayed by a few weeks anyways. Not a big deal, I still have a job and my health, I'm just focusing less on erotica until further notice.

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 3

Robbie awoke slowly and then all at once, naked, his arms wrapped around the curves of his wife's bare skin. They didn't often sleep naked, but after all the wild, depraved, kinky sex last night, they hadn't considered anything else.

He had morning wood and the memories did nothing to diminish it. He shifted his hips a little and nestled his erection against Tracy's ass. She stirred but didn't wake up. He briefly considered being polite and letting her sleep - she wasn't an early riser and their kids were - but the mental images of her moaning in ecstasy under both him and their neighbor were too much for him to take.

He lifted one leg over hers, nestled his cock between her thighs more firmly, and reached between her legs from the other direction, around her hips. He slid his hand over her pubic mound, gently brushing her bush, finding the top of her slit, rubbing, exploring.

"Mmm," Tracy said, her eyes still shut. She gently thrust her hips, pressing against his erection and his hand in turn. But when he nudged her hips apart, trying to get full access to her tender sex, she opened her eyes. "What about the kids?" she whispered.

Retorts came to mind, arguments to indulge their lust regardless of the risk, but before he could pick the best one, he heard a noise from the hall. The click of a door. One of the children was up. They froze. Then they heard the familiar creak of the steps.

Chris is going downstairs. Or I guess maybe Izzy, but that would be a first,

Robbie thought. He considered the options. Chris could turn on the TV and get to acceptable cartoons on his own. But if he turned the volume up too loud, he could wake up his younger sister... if he

didn't

turn the volume up too loud, and if Robbie and Tracy continued their activities, Chris might hear something...

Robbie sighed and rolled on his back. "You're right, they're up, or one is. I'll go check. You can go back to sleep for a bit."

"Thanks," Tracy said with a smile, maybe a little regretful, but clearly aware she was getting the better deal. She pulled the sheet over her bare breasts and shut her eyes again.

Robbie lumbered out of bed, found his pajamas, and padded downstairs, being careful not to wake Izzy, still in her room.

They watched an episode of

Blue's Clues

. Izzy woke up and joined them halfway through it. After it was over, Robbie got up to make breakfast. He heard Tracy moving upstairs when he finished grinding the coffee beans.

Robbie whistled while making pancakes and walked to the table with a jaunty spring in his step when they were ready. Despite needing to be careful around the children, he was still obsessed with Tracy and the new possibilities they were exploring together.

Over breakfast, Tracy's phone vibrated. She glanced at it, laughed briefly, and seemed to blush. Robbie looked at her quizzically over the table. She jumped when she noticed. "I just got a funny text, don't worry about it," she said to Robbie. "Stop bugging your brother!" she said quickly to Izzy.

"What was that about?" Robbie asked later, when the kids were in another room and he noticed Tracy chuckling for no apparent reason again.

"Oh. It's Roger. He's making it weird!" She said with a grin.

She tapped a few buttons on her phone and handed it to Robbie. It displayed the most recent text from Roger. "Hey, I had a great time last night, but it seems you forgot something at my place. I'll be back this morning to return it around 11, okay?"

"What's so funny?" Robbie asked.

"He means my panties!" Tracy laughed. "It can't be anything else. I only went over there with my phone and keys. But I said he could keep my panties as a souvenir. A trophy for a job well done. I don't know why he wants to give them back. I hope he's not having any regrets."

She let Robbie watch over her shoulder as she typed, "Keep them! They were a gift ;)"

Robbie embraced her from behind and for a moment they stood like that, enjoying the familiar intimacy. Their hips pressed together and they started to sway. "You know, Chris and Izzy can probably entertain themselves for a few minutes..." Robbie murmured in her ear.

"Hmmm," she smiled thoughtfully for a moment, but soon stopped smiling and moving. "But Natalie and Nick will be here soon," she said.

"What? Oh, right, the play date, sorry," Robbie said. They had invited a friend of Chris's over to enjoy the inflatable pool and sprinkler set up out back. "Ugh. OK, we can control ourselves for a while..."

"Sorry," Tracy said with a smile. "Don't worry, we can have fun tonight." But then she frowned. "What if Roger comes over anyway?" she asked.

For a moment, Robbie worried too.

Are we going to fuck it all up this quickly? What if the kids notice?

But then he heard them fighting about whether to watch PJ Masks or Sonic and was reassured.

Even if they notice something weird, they wouldn't even know it was weird

, he thought. "It'll be fine. He's not going to come over, but even if he does, we're all adults here," Robbie said reassuringly. "He can't expect anything in front of Natalie and the kids."

"I guess you're right," she said after a deep breath.

They had a few minutes to finish cleaning up the kitchen and get the kids to brush their teeth and get dressed. Robbie was in the kitchen cleaning up when he heard the front door bell ring. "I'll get it," he called as he dried his hands.

He stepped out of the kitchen and opened the door to greet Natalie, with her own six-year-old in tow. "Hey, come on in," he said, stepping back and waving.

"Thanks for having us," Natalie said. "Are they already out back?"

Before he could answer, Chris heard them and ran over from the living room. He said hi to Nick and brought him upstairs to show off a new toy.

"As you can see, no, and I still have to get a few things ready anyways," he said once the noise of the children had died down. "You can come out with me, if you want, it won't take long."

Tracy came downstairs and hugged Natalie hello and they both followed Robbie outside. He pushed down a few inches on the edge of the kiddie pool to help sweep out the leaves and dirt that had settled in it overnight. He got out the hose to refill it a bit, set up the sprinkler head, and went back in to call the kids.

Tracy and Natalie settled in on the deck while the kids ran screaming shrilly to the pool and sprinkler. "Everyone want some water?" Robbie asked. The ladies both agreed. He went in and filled three glasses. As he was on his way out, Tracy got the door for him and kept going. "It's warmer than I thought, so I'm just changing my top," she explained, tugging at her peasant blouse. It showed off some cleavage, but also was thick fabric and had unnecessarily long sleeves.

Robbie arched an eyebrow at that. Tracy walked by with a cool gaze.

He handed Natalie her glass, put Tracy's on the table, and held his own, and they both watched the children play for a moment in silence.

She's topless right now, maybe bottomless too, changing

, he mused.

I could go in there right now and get a peek, a feel, maybe more

...

Was that look she gave me an invitation?

"I'll be right back, sorry," he said to Natalie.

"No problem, go ahead," she shrugged.

Robbie put his glass on the table and ducked inside, but apparently he had been thinking longer than he realized. Tracy had already changed into a tight t-shirt and was coming back out.

"Hey!" she said as they met in the living room. "Thanks for being so reassuring. I don't know what I was worried about."

He shrugged and put his arms around her. "What did I tell you? No problem," Robbie said.

"You were right," she said, smiling and easing back into his arms as they watched Natalie in the lounge chair and the three children playing on the lawn. "Thanks for being okay with me being... silly."

"Silly. Slutty. I love all sides of you," he said. He nestled his face in her neck, and she turned and kissed him.

The kiss continued for a moment, but she soon turned and put a hand on his chest. "You

are

okay with this, right?" she asked. "I mean, all of it. Last night was hot, but this has all been surprising."

"Surprising and fun and really fucking sexy," he agreed with a smile. He might have gone in with a kiss at that point and found out how far he could push things. But in addition to the kids and Natalie right outside, Tracy kept her hand in place on his chest and looked at him seriously, so he realized a serious response was required.

"Yes, I'm okay with all of it," he said carefully. "Maybe I wouldn't be if things were different, if you had used that first hall pass right away, or without telling me about it, or if you had jumped straight into bed with the first guy you found online. But that's not what happened. You've been careful and done everything I asked and kept me involved every step of the way. I don't have a thing to feel mad or worried about."

"Well, I guess this is a good time to mention the gangbang at my office holiday party," she said flippantly. Robbie guffawed at that, enjoying having the tension cut as much as the joke itself.

Then he stopped and thought about it for a minute. "You know, I am kind of surprised you didn't use a condom or anything last night," he said.

She blushed at that and turned away slightly. "I'll be more careful next time. I promise. It's just, I was enjoying the whole 'slutty' thing, and after all that, you still played word games about it? I didn't want you to have any reason to say that it wasn't good enough. And I hadn't thought about grabbing them before I left the house, so I just went ahead with it."

Robbie chuckled. "Fair enough. You're right, I made a game of it. Maybe I shouldn't have." He frowned as he thought about even bigger, more basic issues, and took a deep breath before continuing. "Now that I mention it, why did you go for this with Roger to begin with? I thought we were talking about meeting someone online? You know, something more anonymous."

"Oh, that," she grimaced. "I tried, really, but it just felt weird. You know, online dating wasn't my thing even before we got married, and now? With you maybe looking over my shoulder now and then? It felt like I wasn't looking for a date so much as running a job interview. 'Tell me about a time you had an interpersonal conflict in an orgy, and how you handled it.'"

They both laughed at that, and she continued. "But with Roger, we already know him, and he's basically an okay guy. I could enjoy it more because it felt like I was doing it more for myself, like it was more natural."

Robbie nodded slowly at that. Then he asked slowly, "Tracy? While we're at it, are you okay with all this?"

"Huh?" she asked, stepping back.

Robbie hemmed and hawed and shrugged. "This was my idea. You didn't ask for it and you didn't do anything about it for years. Talk is cheap, but as for actually doing anything weird or risky, it's been all you. Yeah, I'm enjoying it, but I hope you are too."

She smiled broadly at that. "Yesterday I had wild sex with two different hot guys in a row and they're both okay with it, even though one is my husband. Yes, I'm enjoying it," she concluded. She arched an eyebrow, put her arms around his neck, and reached for a kiss.

He returned it, tenderly at first but with increasing passion. He groped Tracy's ass and felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket and they both ignored it. Robbie's hands wandered up her back and back down and his erection grew and he wondered again about how far they could take it right now. But Izzy screamed outside and he broke the kiss and looked through the window by reflex.

What he found was annoyingly harmless; the scream was just from getting splashed. She was also clearly smiling and fighting back. But still, the moment was gone. "Oh Well. Some other time," he grumbled as they looked out the window.

"Some other time," she said, accompanied by a smile and her hand wandering down his back.

Robbie grunted.

By now, I guess we're being rude to Natalie

, he thought. He grudgingly took a few steps to the door, stepped out on the deck, and squinted at the sudden sun. Tracy followed.

"Hey," he grunted to their guest.

"Hey, I thought I was going to have to go looking for you two," she said.

"We were just in the living room, talking. Sorry to leave you alone but we could see the whole thing," Robbie said quickly, ambivalent about how close they had come to doing something stupid.

"I know, I saw you, I was joking," Natalie said. The hint of a smile left Robbie wondering exactly how much she had seen.

Robbie noticed that her glass of water was empty. "Oh, let me get you another, it's hot out. Still or sparkling? And maybe some snacks?"

"Still water's fine, thanks. I'm not hungry," Natalie said.

"I'm sure the kids would like a snack," Tracy said. "Maybe the crackers and cheese?"

"Sure," Robbie shrugged. He brought the empty glass inside, filled it, put a bag of crackers on a plate, cut a couple dozen slices of cheese off a block, and put them on the plate too. He also put a bunch of grapes in the bowl and balanced it on the same arm as the plate. He nudged the deck door open with his foot and set the food on the table on the deck.

"Thanks," Natalie said when he handed her the glass.

Small talk between the girls had started without involving him. Natalie was complaining about how long it has been since she had had a proper date, Natalie's ex had left her and their son two years ago, and Tracy was offering sympathy. "Why don't we host a sleepover? If you just need to get Nick out of the house, we can help with that," Tracy offered.

"Thanks, I'll think about it," Natalie said dismissively. "But that's just one problem. Some guys don't even want to have coffee when they find out I've got a kid. I shouldn't let that get to me, if they can't handle him then they're assholes, but it still stings, you know?"

She kept talking, but Tracy cut her off with a hug. "Sorry, there are a lot of assholes, but you're bound to find someone eventually. You're a catch!" Robbie said awkwardly.

"Thanks, both of you," Natalie said in an embarrassed tone. Tracy glared at Robbie over Natalie's shoulder.

Robbie shrugged defensively.

What? It's true! She's hot!

He thought. Natalie had long, dark hair, full lips, round eyes and cheeks, and an easy smile. He usually saw her dressed for a conservative law office, but today, wearing a t-shirt for the summer heat, he could appreciate her firm breasts.

But... I probably shouldn't admit I'm aware of that in front of my wife

, he thought by reflex. As crazy as things had been lately, he was used to the assumption that you just didn't do that.

Wait, she can actually fuck other men, but I can't even look at other women?

He thought indignantly, returning her glare with a quirk of his lips. Either she read his mind or she decided it wasn't worth arguing over at the moment, because she dropped her gaze as the hug wrapped up.

She shifted her weight, taking the phone out of her pocket, and looked at it wide-eyed. "Uhhh, Robbie?" she started to say.

"What's up?" he asked absent-mindedly. She held the phone up, but before he could get a good look, he noticed motion past the children, on the other side of the lawn, in the shade between their house and Roger's. "Is that Roger?"

"He texted while we were in the house!" Tracy hissed. "He said he was coming over either way, he had to check on the Airbnb!"

"Hey!" Roger waved. "Sorry to bother you, just thought I'd say hi." He gave the three screaming children a wide berth, but slowed as he approached the deck and noticed Natalia.

"No problem, come on up," Robbie said. He felt like a teenager trying to hide being stoned, so worried about acting normal that he might trip over his own feet. Tracy was seated silent, wide-eyed, fidgeting, and Natalie seemed vaguely curious about the newcomer, so Robbie took the lead. "Roger, this is Natalie, her son is in Chris's class. Natalie, Roger."

"Nice to meet you," Natalie said, and they shook. "You live over there?"

"Used to. Now it's just an Airbnb I take care of," he said shortly.

"Yeah, I thought you said you had guests coming today?" Robbie asked.

"Check-in is no earlier than 3, and most don't get in that early anyway," Roger said. "I wanted to clean up and give it one last check. You know, just... to be sure."

He trailed off awkwardly. Natalie had clearly caught him by surprise as much as he had caught Robbie and Tracy. Robbie had an idea. "The place isn't just an investment for Roger, he used to live there and takes good care of it," he said to Natalie. "Roger, why don't we show her it?"

Roger smiled. "Sure. Thanks." He tossed Robbie the keys.

Wait, I said "we," meaning you, show the three of us, in which you'd probably have the chance to have a quick word with Tracy without Natalie noticing... oh, never mind, this works too

, he thought as he beckoned Natalie out of her chair and down the stairs.

This is an even better way for a lot of other things too

, he thought, but told himself he was silly to worry.

Nothing's going to happen when the kids are there and Natalie and I will be back any minute!

"Roger and his wife and son lived here until her car accident," Robbie told Natalie as he led her in the front door. "Now it's just him, so he rents it out and we don't see much of him." Natalie made a sympathetic sound at that.

He pointed out the basic features of the other man's house and tried to justify the trip. He was most interested in seeing the bedroom from the video call last night, but he didn't know which one it was and couldn't think of a good reason for it anyway.

"How long ago did his wife die?" Natalie asked.

"About five years ago," Robbie answered.

"The poor man! How's he handling it?"

Robbie paused and chose his words carefully. "I know he's gone on at least a few dates, but I have no idea how well they've gone," he said.

"Hmmm. Well, I know the death of a spouse like that can be hard," she said. Robbie felt like she was being deliberately vague just like him.

He locked up and they headed back. Robbie was relieved to find everyone where he had left them, and told himself it shouldn't be a surprise; they had probably spent less than 5 minutes at Roger's house.

Tracy looked more relaxed talking to Roger now, standing up on the deck a few paces from Roger. He had relaxed too now that it was just the two of them, leaning on the railing and smiling as they chatted.

Unfortunately, Robbie didn't have the chance to study the details of their interaction. Seconds after he and Natalie crossed the line of freshly cut grass that marked the property line, Robbie heard screams coming from the three children near the sprinkler. Robbie diverted his path closer to that to check it out. When Chris saw his father, he ran up to them with Nick and Izzy trailing behind. "Dad! Izzy broke the sprinkler!"