A Hall Pass – by Finkent

Cuckold story: A Hall Pass – by Finkent. Hi penned a couple of years back though worth posting here. Marked as true but has a fair amount of embelishment. A true story with some embellishment of course 🙂

Cuckold story: A Hall Pass – Chapter 1 – by Finkent

Genres: True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cuckold, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Wife

It just slid into her head again like the night before. ‘I wonder if he fucks as well as looks?’

She had sat with her husband around the pool bar at the hotel absorbing the chilled, relaxing feeling that only a good holiday can bring and it was topping off a day where she had lain on the beach topless for the most part letting the warmth of the sun soak through her body whilst she drifted and dozed between bouts of the steamy novel she had been reading.
But now it was dark and midway through the evening with the vodka creeping into her mind mixing the novel with her imagination. She looked at the guy from room 106 in the same block as hers and felt that faint stirring deep from inside.

“It looks like you’ve had a good day in the sun.” he said to her unexpectedly snapping her mind from her own erotic novel her mind seemed to be writing from the book and the real world around her. She had been completely unaware she had been gazing at him a little too obviously. She blushed slightly not at his words but from where her mind was.

“Well, yes we’ve had a wonderful day down on the beach.”

Within ten minutes she, her husband and the guy from room 106 spent the rest of the night chatting, laughing and joking as they became part of the ambiance that the pool bar oozed. As they night wore on she learned Mr 106 was single – he had taken the holiday as a last minute rush to have a break. His split from his long term girlfriend had been a messy and drawn out affair so the break was the start to coming back up from the downward spiral he felt he had been on.
From the outside he didn’t appear to be someone coming up from being down. He was witty, polite but with a hint of mischievousness that hinted at something else. A couple of times she caught him looking at her tanned cleavage that gently spilled out of her thin cotton dress. Towards the end of the evening she caught his gaze again and the thought jumped into her mind so pin sharp she almost said it aloud – ‘I wonder if he fucks as well as looks’.

At the end of the night they staggered back towards their rooms walking along the small twisting path that weaved through the small bushes, shrubs and dull lighting that led them to their block. All three of them helped themselves climb the stairs laughing and giggling as they went until they reached the floor of their rooms. She reached hers first and Mr 106 shook her husband’s hand and then, quite unexpectedly, kissed her on the cheek before he walked with a cheeky grin toward his room . She and her husband moved into their room with the stagger that pointed to a enjoyable night, got undressed, dissolved into the bed and drifted off to sleep.

She woke in the morning to feel the stiffness of her husband stirring and nudging her back like a pet getting attention to be fed. She rolled over to face him as he too, was beginning to wake up. Within 15 minutes they were making love like they had done every morning since they had arrived three days ago and ended as he let go inside her. They lay there for a while in each others arms then the thought slid into her brain but she said it out loud.

“I wonder if he fucks as well as looks?”

“Who?” asked her husband curious by this unexpected outburst. She laughed gently

“The guy down the hall in room 106, I was just thinking it but it just popped out!”

They both laughed at her statement then her husband said something that shocked her.

“You can have a Hall Pass if you want, just for a few hours”.

“A what?” she said.

“A Hall Pass like that film we saw a few weeks ago where the couple of guys are given the opportunity to do what they want for a weekend”.

She turned, stunned, and looked at him with a serious face. “You’d let me walk out this room for a couple of hours, ask no questions when I came back?”

“Yep,” came the reply.

“You wouldn’t dare!” she said with an exhaled breath.

“Try me, ask,” came the half mocking reply.

Her heart beat faster whilst she thought about what he said. Was he teasing her getting her to say yes so he could amuse himself ribbing her about it all day? She thought about it and expecting it to be a wind up ,planned to turn the tables by ribbing his refusal all day.

“Can I have a Hall Pass please?” she asked in a demure pretty please voice at which point her husband picked up his phone looked at the time.

“It’s 8.50… You’ve got to 10.50… You’ll find me down by the pool, I’ll save you a sunbed.”

She looked at him and said nothing but studied the expression on his face for a couple of minutes and it confused her. She knew all of his expressions off by heart and this was his serious, matter of fact one.

“Stop winding me up!” she finally replied as butterflies filled her stomach with this too-ing and throwing of what she thought was his teasing.

He picked his phone up and checked the time . “It’s 8.52… You’ve just wasted two minutes of your Hall Pass!”

She was shocked! His face was deadly serious and she knew that he meant it. “What can I do? she asked coyly.

“Whatever you want!” was his reply.

Her mind thought about the situation she was now in. She wasn’t a stranger to sex with someone else – a few times long ago in the past when her husband’s best friend had come to town and stayed they had got drunk and has some threesomes but it was a rarity and her husband was always there taking part. Now he was saying she could walk out of the room and go make love to a stranger with no questions asked and no restrictions except the unstoppable act of time.
She got out of bed and announced she better get ready still waiting for her husband to start laughing making a claim he got her good and proper but he said nothing as she walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower to wash away the night and the fresh smell from her earlier coupling with her husband.

As the hot shower washed away the traces of the night before she pondered what to wear but her head was a whirlwind of confusion. What was she doing? This was sheer, utter madness! Could she honestly walk up to a man she met less than 12 hours ago and ask to get into his bed? The butterflies in her stomach were flapping about violently as if they were real and trying to escape the confines of her body. No, she took it as a gauntlet, one her husband had thrown down – a game of chicken except it wasn’t dodging traffic but to do something that could be considered reckless beyond all belief.

She soaped her body down and washed her hair, stepped from the shower still pondering what to wear. She dried herself off and looked through the clothes that she managed to get squeezed into her suitcase.
Damn! why wasn’t she at home where she had an extensive wardrobe but then it dawned on her – if was actually a good thing as having less clothes to choose from meant less time was used from the two hours that were ticking away. It was now one minute past nine.

She picked up a purple bra and French knicker set and put them on. Standing in front of the mirror she turned left and right looking at her profile and moved on knowing that a man would like what he saw.. She picked up a short black and white fleck ,woolen skirt, one of her favorites that she new would make any man look as she walked by. It was more an office type skirt but she felt so damned sexy wearing it.

She had a crisp white blouse which she put on leaving the top few buttons undone so her heaving breast could be seen to bob gently up and down as her heart pounded in her chest. She choose not to wear any tights or stockings, it was just too hot plus her legs were tanning nicely along with her arms and chest that were offset by the whiteness of the blouse. She then hurriedly dried her long, dark wavy hair applied some make up as if she was going out for a night on the town topped off by some crimson lipstick and a quick splash of her No 5 perfume.

Lastly she slid into her black patent stilettos, not too tall but the sort that men noticed before they looked up to see what delight was cemented into them.

She noticed her husband hadn’t spoken and she had dare not look at him but she was at a point now where she had to decide. Back down or move on. She stood looking at herself in the full length mirror fixed to the wardrobe door when her husband made the move. He got out of the bed walked up behind her put his hands on her hips and whispered in her ear.

“You look so damned hot you could spend your Hall Pass here”.

Was he trying to save face make her back down with a safe way out?

“But that’s not a Hall Pass is it? When this one expires can I ever get another? she asked almost whisper like without looking at her husband’s reflection in the mirror.

“Nope it’s a one-off valid only for today, never to be repeated,” came the reply.

She then looked into the mirror at the reflection of his face. It held a faint smile one that was supportive if she wanted to go.

She took a deep breath, turned, kissed him gently on the mouth said, “thank you” with a soft voice and walked toward the door.

As she walked out her husband spoke. “Don’t forget it expires at exactly 10.50, no exceptions!” She closed the door behind her and looked down the corridor towards room one zero six.

She started to walk towards room 106 and she was sure that her heart was beating louder than the harsh clicking sound of her stilettos on the tiled corridor. Her breathing was short and laboured and she felt herself shaking slightly with a mix of fear and excitement as she drew nearer the door. She stood outside the room convinced Mr 106 would open the door because of the noise her beating heart made. She raised her hand to knock when suddenly the door opened of the adjacent room and a young couple walked out into the corridor. She stepped sideways and walked down the rest of the corridor and started to decent the steps to the ground floor.

Also in this series:

• A Hall Pass - Chapter 2 - by Finkent