Hall Pass

Chapter 1 – The Hall Pass

- Straight sex

 

*****

 

“Have you ever heard the expression Hall Pass?” Helen said without looking up from her phone.

 

“It’s an American expression, I think,” Andy said as he stopped scrolling on his phone. “It is some sort of fantasy thing where you discuss who you would have sex with if you were allowed to...without repercussions, of course.”

 

“So, who would you shag if you could then?” Helen said, putting her phone down and propping herself up with her hands under her chin and her elbows on the bed.

 

“Don’t be daft,” Andy snorted. “I am more than happy with you; why would I want some celebrity I don’t know?”

 

“Celebrity?” Helen said as she started to stroke Andy’s cock, giggling as it started to grow.

 

“Yes, that seems to be the ‘norm’ according to Google,” Andy said before laying down his phone and letting Helen’s magical mouth and tongue go to work.

 

The pair were lying in bed naked on a lazy Sunday morning, the one day of the week where neither of them had anything to do apart from laze around and fuck. They would often read sexy stories to each other. Exploring each other's minds as well as their bodies. The stimulation would frequently lead to slower, more controlled lovemaking as they gave each other mutual pleasure.

 

After sex, they would get up around midday, shower, then go to the local pub where they would eat lunch, have drinks before returning home. The afternoon would normally consist of sitting around and watching television or a football match, depending on the time of year. If the mood took them, or they had the energy, they would remove each other's clothes and have sex on the couch.

 

The rationale behind what they called ‘Triple S’ or Slow Sexy Sunday was that the rest of the week they worked all hours in London, which was at a frantic pace. With their commute from the suburbs, the only place they could afford to live, they would be out at work 12-14 hours a day. When they got home, they would normally be too exhausted for anything, so they would eat, often a microwave meal, before crawling into bed. By the time the weekend came, all they wanted to do was fuck, sleep and try to recharge their batteries. In addition, they also had their small maisonette flat to clean, as well as doing the washing, ironing and shopping.

 

Andy was a little over six feet and kept himself in reasonable shape from playing squash twice a week. His brown hair was kept short by Helen running clippers over it on a monthly basis to save costs. With her own long blonde hair, she kept it simple by pulling it back into a ponytail, something Andy loved to pull as he fucked her from behind. Both of them had tried shaving their pubic areas but weren't overly keen on the results, preferring to keep the area neatly trimmed. At nearly a foot shorter than Andy, Helen made sure she stayed in shape by hitting the gym daily, either at the gym her consultancy firm had in the basement of their London office or at the local gym, depending on her work schedule.

 

By Saturday evening, they were refreshed and would take turns to cook for the other, a date night they would call it, with one being the host. It didn’t matter who was ‘hosting’ as the evening would follow roughly the same format. The whole purpose was to build up to rampant sex as they had been deprived during the week, and they wanted to make it special for the other.

 

Sometimes, as they ate, there would be the accompanying stimulus of a porn film, chosen by the host but to the taste of the other. Other times, the host would select a porn story to be read by the other as they prepared the meal. More often than not, the sheer presence of the other was sufficient to put the dinner on hold while they fucked before eating.

 

By Sunday morning, the urgency had gone, but the desire was still strong, so they could take a more leisurely approach. It was then that they would weave fantasies together, often based around stories they had read, or had read to each other.

 

They were childhood sweethearts, and Helen was now 28, just a year younger than Andy. When Andy left school at 18, he went into Banking, but a year later, Helen decided she wanted to go to university. For three years, they had a casual relationship where neither expanded on what went on during term times, but when Helen came home, they were very much a couple. After Helen graduated, they both got jobs in London, so it seemed logical for them to live together. They had talked about getting married, but it seemed like a lot of money that they weren't sure their parents could afford. For the last seven years, they had ‘lived in sin’ as Andy’s grandmother called it, and were happy with the way things were. Although they had never formally tied the knot, they considered themselves married and would often refer to each other as husband and wife.

 

Andy wanted to question Helen further, but he couldn’t marshal his thoughts properly. Helen had many talents, and one of them was her oral skills. Andy used to joke with his mates that she could raise the dead when she sucked cock, which would bring cries of derision and jealousy in equal measures. Andy could feel his toes starting to curl as Helen slipped a finger into his ass, massaged his prostate as she worked her magic mouth up and down his shaft. With a loud cry, he grabbed her ponytail and pumped into her throat, not that he needed to hold her in place as she eagerly swallowed everything he could give.

 

After recovering his breath, Andy knew he would need a little while to be able to get hard again. Glancing at the clock, he knew they would need to shower soon if they were going to go out, but he wanted to repay his wife before then. Parting her thighs, he started to lick and tease her flesh, varying the point of contact and the pressure as she had schooled him over the years. She used to guide him with cries of “Down a little,” or “nibble my clit,” which would cumulate in “Yes, that’s perfect.” She didn’t need to anymore, as after years of practice he knew what buttons to press and how to press them. Slipping a finger from his right hand into her ass and a finger from the other into her pussy he flicked her clit until she was writhing around the bed. After she had stopped arching off the bed and removing the skin from his back, he slapped her ass with the cry, “Time for a pint.”

 

“I want fucking later,” she laughed as she followed him into the bathroom.

 

*****

 

They sat at the table of the Rose & Crown watching a family of ducks swimming slowly down the river. The carvery had been up to its usual excellent standards, and both were relaxed after sharing a bottle of wine. As the pub was within walking distance from home, they didn’t have to worry about drinking and driving; they just had to make sure they didn't fall over when they walked home.

 

“So, who would be your fantasy shag then?” Andy asked as he swilled the wine in his glass.

 

“What do you mean?” Helen said, looking a little confused.

 

“You mentioned ‘Hall Pass’ this morning; you must have a reason or a thought, so spill the beans.”

 

Helen blushed, something Andy found endearing at the best of times.

 

“Why does it have to be someone famous?” she said as they walked. “Surely it could be anyone,” Helen said in a small voice, then added very quietly, “...and it wouldn’t be just for me.”

 

Andy looked at his wife, a look of concern crossing his face, “We are okay, aren't we? You know the two of us, you aren't looking to leave me or anything?”

 

“You daft thing,” Helen replied, exasperated. “I love you more than anything in the world; it's just I have never been with another man apart from you. When I read all those stories, I wonder if we have missed out on something.”

 

Andy said nothing, as while Helen was away at university, he had sown a few wild oats with one-night stands and always assumed she had done the same. They had never really talked about it as the crossover times were a little blurry, although since they lived together, he had been faithful.

“What about wife swapping or swinging?” Andy said, his mind whirring.

 

“I don’t think it should be a lifestyle choice, or even a regular thing and...” Helen paused, “...I don’t really know if I want you there the first time...but I want to tell you about it afterwards.”

 

Helen slipped her arm through the crook of Andy’s arm as they finished the rest of the walk home in silence. As they entered their maisonette, Helen said in a worried voice, “You aren’t upset, are you?”

 

Andy laughed as he climbed the stairs of the converted house, “Not at all, I am just trying to work out how this could work… oh, and who I would shag.”

 

*****

 

The following week flew past, although during their morning commute, they would tease each other by nodding at a fellow passenger with comments like, “What about him?” or “She looks alright.”

 

They had always sent each other messages during the week, which could range from ‘silly’ through to ‘get some milk’. Now they started sending pictures of famous people or lookalikes with the caption, “Would you?” or “Rate him/her.” Andy wanted to send even more risqué pictures, but as there was no guarantee that the other would be alone on opening, they kept it PG so it could be passed off as a joke.

 

However, once they got home, they could scroll through their phones with impunity. Despite it being a Wednesday night, the pair sat at the kitchen table, eating with one hand and scrolling with the other.

 

“Fucking hell, will you look at that,” Andy said as he showed Helen a picture of a man with an unfeasibly large cock.

 

“We would have to do anal for a few days afterwards, that is, assuming I could stand,” Helen laughed, although the image was burned into her brain. It wasn't that Andy was small, well, at least she didn’t think he was. She had been a virgin when they married, so she had never even held another cock other than Andy’s. The thought of a new cock, let alone one that looked so large, was making her wet.

 

“She is nice,” Helen said, showing Andy a picture of a blonde woman with enhanced breasts.

 

“Tits are too big,” Andy said and carried on scrolling. “How are we actually going to do this?” he said after a while.

 

Helen looked up from her phone. “What do you mean?”

 

“It’s not like we can phone someone famous and ask them if they fancy a shag; I doubt whether Jenna Ortega would return my call.”

 

“Oh, so it’s her you fancy then… a bit young for you. After all, you are nearly 30, so it is a bit of an age gap.” Helen giggled.

 

“Says the woman who went all doe-eyed over Ryan Reynolds and Rob Mac on the TV the other night. The pair of them are old enough to be your father”

 

Andy laughed as he knew he had hit the target with his partner. She had a thing about older men and even admitted once to having a fantasy about George Clooney.

 

“So rich and famous is out; what about someone at work?”

 

Helen looked at Andy like he had two heads, “You have met the people in my office, haven't you? If the world was coming to an end and I was the only female, and they were the only choices, the human race would die out.”

 

The pair stared at each other for a few minutes before finishing their food. Helen suddenly said, “Fantasy Fuck.”

 

Andy raised an eyebrow in question as Helen started talking excitedly, “We read all these stories, and I bet there are things in there that both of us secretly desire not just for ourselves but also for the other.”

 

“So, you do know Jenna Ortega’s number then?” Andy laughed.

 

“Be serious,” Helen said, laughing, “We arrange a date night for the other and then tell each other about it the next morning.”

 

“Where the fuck am I going to get George Clooney’s number from?” Andy laughed, then stopped as he knew his wife was being serious.

 

His phone pinged as a website she sent appeared on his phone.

 

The password is “HallPass123 but you can change it to whatever you want.

 

Reading through, he could see it was still a pending profile for a dating site in her name. There were even some sexy photos that had Helen’s face obscured, and a lot of the desire section had been left blank.

 

“You do the same and give it to me,” Helen said. “I will help you get started and even take pictures for you. If you want, you can take more revealing ones of me.”

 

“So, you want me to set you up on a date that I think will fulfil your fantasy?” Helen nodded as Andy went on, “And you will do the same for me?”

 

“Yes, and then the next morning we tell each other all the details.”

 

“No comebacks? No recriminations?” Andy said, warming to the thought.

 

“The only rule is we can’t read our own profiles once the other starts filling in details, so it comes as a surprise,” Helen said firmly.

 

“I would suggest that we come clean with the prospective dates once a meeting has been agreed.”

 

“What do you mean?” Helen said, looking a little confused.

 

“Well, let's say someone has exchanged a series of emails with someone they think is ‘you’, and then when ‘you’ turn up, you have no idea who they are and what you have been talking about. I can imagine they might be a little pissed.”

 

“Good point,” Helen nodded, “So we come clean that we are setting up a secret fantasy for their partner, who is in agreement in principle but doesn’t know the details. We also confirm that the pictures are real, etc.”

 

“So, what’s your fantasy then?” Andy said with a cheeky grin

 

“That’s for you to work out; it’s like buying Christmas presents, you have to guess what I would like,” Helen laughed.

 

Andy opened his profile, and after putting in perfunctory details, he handed it over to Helen to complete. She even took pictures of him clothed and naked, teasing his cock to full hardness before snapping a few shots. In return, Andy insisted on taking nude pictures of her in various pornographic poses, which resulted in a midweek sex session, something they hadn’t done in a long while.

 

The final act was taking a face picture, which would only be released once a date had been arranged.

 

“How will I know what they look like?” Helen asked as Andy slowly moved his cock in and out, standing behind as she knelt on all fours on the bed.

 

“You won’t,” laughed Andy, “but they will know what you look like, and will have wanked over your body after they have seen you with that vibrator in your cunt.”

 

Helen groaned with lust and rocked back to her husband’s cock, thoughts of how another cock would feel running through her.

 

“I think this would make a great picture,” Andy moaned as he picked up his phone and clicked a close-up of his cock in Helen.

 

“Do it please,” she said, waving the vibrator blindly around that had been in her pussy a few minutes before for the photo shoot.

 

Andy knew what she wanted, and pressing it against her ass, he started to push gently as she moaned on the bed. As the vibrator slipped deeper into her ass, he switched the vibrations on and could feel it tingling on his cock as he fucked her with the toy and his cock at the same time. As she came for the third time, a brainwave hit Andy as he knew exactly what he needed to arrange. Clicking a couple of hurried snaps, he threw the phone on the bed before fucking both her holes with increasing gusto.

 

*****

 

A few days later, Andy and Helen were naked on their bed as Andy read a story to Helen from their favourite website. As Andy read, Helen was sucking his cock with long slow movements, licking the shaft as she edged him closer. As he got a particularly sexy part, Helen reached under Andy and pressed a small vibrator against his ass, making him moan deeply. As she sucked faster, she started fucking Andy with a 4-inch vibrator, using the tip to touch his prostate.

 

Andy was in heaven as he felt Helen using her magic mouth in conjunction with the sex toy. He was finding it difficult to concentrate on the words on the screen and, in the end, gave up, lifting his legs to give her easier access. He wasn’t sure if it was her mouth or the toy that sent him over the edge, but dropping his phone, he grabbed her hair and pumped up into her mouth.

 

As she swallowed Andy’s load, Helen smiled to herself about next weekend, which was their date night and knew she had made a great choice.

 

*****

 

Chapter 2 – Andy's Hall Pass

 

*****

 

“So how did your hall pass go last night?” Andy said, looking at Helen as they woke on Sunday morning.

 

Helen opened her eyes and smiled at Andy with a grin a mile wide, “Simply amazing, thank you for a wonderful experience. How was yours?”

 

Andy laughed, “Much to my surprise, I really enjoyed it. How did you know I would?”

 

“Seems I know you well,” Helen giggled. “Now tell me all about it,” she said as she slowly stroked Andy’s cock as he recounted the night before.

 

*****

 

Andy had arranged hotels for both of them a few miles away from their home, but in different locations. By booking online, he had pre-paid for the rooms and chosen hotels that had an automated check-in. This meant it would be a simple matter of picking up a key card by keying in a code with no embarrassing conversations with reception. The rooms had been booked for the evening, but neither of them had any intention of staying the night.