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The Hall Pass

During these trips, we usually communicate by text message. It keeps us close while accommodating unpredictable schedules across multiple time zones. As the trips wear on, our “texting” inevitably devolves to “sexting”. You see, Bea is in her mid-fifties. Tall, slender with wonderful B-cup titties, perky nipples and an ass meant for spanking. She keeps a neat bush, while her labia are waxed smooth. With that image in mind, our narratives always become quite spicy. We sext erotic selfies with stories attached. A recurring theme is the notion of Hall Passes. You know, permission to have a no stings affair. We fabricate lurid tales of extramarital hookups and share them over the course of days. While we both play along with the fantasy, neither of us have ever actually considered taking a Hall Pass…yet.

Several weeks into my last trip, I laughed to receive a photo of Bea’s wristwatch on a bedside table; but it was not in OUR bedroom. Intrigued by the direction this story might head; I queried my wife “Hmmm? Who has your watch been visiting?”. Hours later, she responded, “Mmmm. Tony sent that this morning. Apparently, I left it behind last night”.

Soon, she followed up, “Would you like me to retrieve it tonight?”. To this I coyly replied, “It was your birthday gift, of course you should retrieve it. Please use protection and tell Tony Hi!”. Later, she texted a picture of a used condom on the floor, with the caption, “Is this protection enough? Tony says thanks! Love you!”. I laughed and answered, “It’s enough if he wore it. BTW, I don’t recognize the carpet in that picture. Was the rubber visiting your watch? Love U 2.” This back and forth had potential so I looked forward to Bea’s witty comeback. Then, to my chagrin, NOTHING for the rest of that night. Just as I’m getting into the story Bea drops offline. WTF??? As I settled to sleep that night, I pondered, “Her sexts are normally just selfies at home. She’s not traveling. Where DID she take both those pics”?

Around sunrise, I woke to the chirp of my phone. I was more than surprised to find a photo of my wife’s beautiful pink vagina (yum!), a man’s fingers holding her lips apart, and a dollop of white cum dripping down to her ass. The caption said, “Oops, how long was he supposed to wear it? I did get my watch back. Love you.” Now I was equal parts stunned and intrigued. Bea didn’t know how to Photoshop, but that picture was clearly her sexy kitty. I recognized those lips and tuft of dark hair on her mons…but whose fingers? Pangs of jealousy flooded my mind. I assumed Hall Passes were just pillow talk. As often as I fantasized about her taking one, I never thought she actually would or even wanted to! At the same time, my cock was rock hard, and I could think about nothing else. I quickly wrote back, “Babe, are you and your watch on a Hall Pass???”. Her one-line response rocked my world. “Maybe…”.

OK, this was too HOT to read piecemeal by text message. I had to hear this blockbuster in Bea’s own voice; so, I called her cell. When Bea answered, she sounded hesitant, unsure how I had taken her revelations. By then, the sexual anticipation had eclipsed any notion of jealousy. Once she realized I was enthralled by what little I did know, she could not get the words out fast enough. Her tone ranged from aroused to downright giddy as she recounted her adventure from start to that last picture. Every. Last. Detail.

Turns out, “Tony” was a junior associate the company had flown in to assist Bea for a week. From their first handshake, Bea said their chemistry was electric. Everything started quite professionally. But, as they got to know each other, flirting began. Subtle at first, but increasing bolder, and sexual, at the week continued. Both would catch the other taking furtive second looks as they passed in the hall. It seemed every third comment was a naughty double entendre. Like me, Tony enjoyed the way Bea’s ass filled out her skirt. And Bea made no secret she enjoyed that someone new was looking. She’d wriggle it just right, when only Tony could see. Unspoken, the sexual tension grew. He would glide his fingers up the small of her back, clipping the bra strap at the top. Or breath on her neck when they were working close, giving her chills. His forearm often “accidently” grazed her breasts, now notably enclosed by two or three fewer buttons than several days ago. She could not say it aloud, but her body language and smiles encouraged the added attention. She liked it and he knew it.

Too soon for either of them, it was Thursday. Tony would depart in two days. Late that evening, alone in the office, they prepared to call it a day. As they stood close, bantering about some funny topic, Tony crossed the Rubicon. He leaned forward and kissed Bea. Anxiously, he pulled away to gauge her reaction. Bea stared back, flustered. Honestly, she hoped this might happen, but was not prepared for when it did. “What would my husband think? Was he serious about a Hall Pass or was it just fantasy?” She hastily pondered her dilemma, all the while, gazing into Tony’s hopeful eyes. After a moment that seemed like an eternity, she decided. “Yes, this is happening!”. She wetted her lips and moved them back to Tony’s. She pulled him close. His tongue explored hers. He opened her blouse to finger erect nipples. Then down, into her moist panties. “Yes”, she confirmed to herself, “I’m taking this Hall Pass!”. Over the span of minutes, a late night in the office transitioned to an all-nighter at his hotel.

Each detail Bea shared, grew into vivid images of my wife giving herself to this anonymous man I had never even seen. I heard in her voice how she wanted him. I was so glad I called her.

When they arrived at the room, it took no time to remove each other’s clothes. My wife presented herself to this man half her age, vulnerable, willing. Not a stich of clothes…except for her watch. As she seductively removed this last item, Tony opened a condom and slowly began to roll it onto his engorged cock. Before he could finish, Bea kneeled before him, rolled the condom off and took him into her mouth. If she was going to do this, she wanted to feel this young man inside her. Skin to skin. No watches, no condoms, no nothing between them.

After several hours, Bea rolled out of Tony’s bed and prepared to leave. Dressing in front of a new lover is as sexy as undressing. She faced him at arm’s length, her bare breasts and bush in full view, eyes locked with his. Her hair was tousled, dry cum lined her inner thighs, some still on the corner of her mouth and cheek. She felt desired, as his eyes scanned her naked body. She slowly wiggled into her panties, clasped her bra and tugged her crumpled dress over her head, reversing what Tony had done so quickly hours earlier. Everything except for the watch. She admitted she “forgot” the watch on the bedstand to ensure there would be an encore before Tony left. She wanted to have him inside her again, right now, but needed to go home, shower and get ready for work. Oh, and to blow my mind with her provocative sext messages.

Bea thought the next day might be awkward, but it was amazing. The flirting resumed, now unconstrained. Coworkers were around, but when out of sight, they kissed and petted each other like high schoolers. They had to know, but she didn’t care. The risk was arousing, invigorating. She quietly thanked Tony for sending the picture of the watch that morning. Happy she had not lost it. “You know, it was a gift from my husband, so he insisted I get it back,” she mentioned with a wry smile. Tony’s face froze. “Wait. What? Your husband???” “Relax. It was his idea…mostly,” Bea sort of lied there, because she didn’t actually know yet if that was true. “He’s offered me a Hall Pass for years, and you enticed me to finally cash it in. So far, he only knows where my watch spent last night, and that there was a condom involved. I’ll tell him the rest, once I know what ‘the rest’ entails.” Sheepishly she added, “You do want me retrieve my watch this afternoon, don’t you?”. “Oh my God, YES!” he sputtered, still a bit incredulous over all he just heard. After composing himself, he added, “and we need to celebrate the completion of our ‘project’, don’t we?”

The second evening began much like the first; of course, without the charades of the condom or watch. I envisioned clothes, panties, bra, strewn about the room. My beautiful, naked wife, submitting to a strange man thrusting himself between her long legs. In a hushed voice, Bea told how she felt each time he entered her. Each time they climaxed. How they kissed. Bea expressed how she adored me for encouraging her to take this step; so pleased that I was thrilled when she did. Nonetheless, she confessed, how unnerving it was to reveal to the man she loved, how willingly and fully she gave herself to another. How badly she still wanted him, even as we spoke. The intimacy was so unexpected and better than their silly tales of sheer fucking. Though, she lamented waiting almost a week to let him have her. “Why hadn’t he kissed me sooner?” she asked.

Tony would leave the next day, so Bea spent the entire night. They made love among interludes of sleep. When he awoke late in the morning, he roused Bea with a long kiss. Then he pulled her onto her hands and knees and took her one last time from behind. She was quite sore down there, but he grasped her hair and plunged deep into her. Over and over. Much rougher than the previous nights but so satisfying a finale. Bea was astonished he had anything left, as he groaned to fill her completely as only a 27-year-old stud could. Last, they commemorated their adventure with the creamy photo I would receive later that day…and several more she had yet to send my way.

If you enjoy visuals, search for our SLS profile, valpcupl, and request permission to view the “Hall Pass” gallery. We’ve included the pictures described in this story, several others Tony took of my wife during their last encounter and some of our “sexts”.