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The Second Hall Pass

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During 25 years of marriage, Bea and I were often separated by business travel. We stayed connected electronically via e-mail, text, etcetera, making our separations not only bearable, but downright fun. Sexting pictures and stories of erotic fantasies was our kink. Getting a nice tittie flash or beaver shot in the morning always made my day. We'd invent stories of seducing, or being seduced by, strangers at the hotel bar, pool, or wherever. From hotel rooms halfway around the world, we'd entertain each other, one sext or naughty picture at a time. This is NOT one of those fabrications.

Last year, fantasy crossed the line to reality, when my wife took her first actual Hall Pass with Tony, her young colleague. If you are not familiar, a Hall Pass is permission to have a no-strings fling. That fling ignited our sex life like rocket fuel. If interested, you can read about it in "The Hall Pass."

Fast forward to last month. Bea traveled overnight to her company headquarters for meetings. Around three pm, I received a text saying, "Guess who I met at the meeting today. Hint, I won't be needing these tonight," accompanied by a snapshot of black lace panties, on the floor around her ankles. My first thought was, "Fact or fiction?" Either way it was HOT, and my dick about exploded. A while later, she forwarded a hotel cancellation. "Evening plans confirmed. Guess I won't need this either. Love you <heart emoji>." My wife knows the way to make my heads explode (yeah, both of them), is to spend the night with a stranger, and then tell me about it. Now, all I could do is jack off waiting for updates. Throughout the day, I did receive more sexts, advising me of her progress; each more provocative than the last. The very last was the motherload. However, that one wasn't from Bea, and she didn't know I got it.

The following is how my wife described her day. . . and night, to me. Every titillating detail.

She travelled with a group from her home office, arriving at the meeting center mid-morning. As they all waited at the reception table to check in, she suddenly felt a single finger glide up the small of her back to lightly clip the bra-strap beneath her blouse. It sent a familiar shiver of delight down her spine and between her legs. The last time she felt it, it preceded her first and, so far, only Hall Pass. Startled, she spun around to find Tony's handsome face. "Sorry to surprise you," he apologized, "but I saw your name on the attendee list and just wanted to say hi." A little flustered among their colleagues, Bea hastily extended her hand to shake with her one-time lover, stammering, "Oh...Tony! How nice to see you again." "LAME!" she chastised herself, even as she said it. To her colleagues, she politely asked, "You all remember Tony? He assisted me with the project last year." Most did remember him and a round of cordial greetings followed. Tony then begged off, telling everyone, "I'm not part of this event, so I need to head back to work upstairs." Looking directly at Bea, he added, "If you need anything, I'm on the sixth floor." Bea sulked as he hustled away. "THAT was it? A handshake and quick hello?" I just drove him off with that stupid greeting. Fuck!!"

The meeting droned on with Bea preoccupied. She hadn't known she'd see Tony, but now that he showed his face, she could think of nothing else. Damn, she was horny. She needed to rectify this to get her head back in the game. "He was just upstairs," she decided, "so I'll drop in on him; make amends."

On her next break, she rode the elevator to Tony's floor where she asked the receptionist where he sat. The young lady pointed to a cubicle but explained, "Sorry, he stepped out an hour ago and didn't say when he'd return. Would you like to leave a message?" Bea considered for a moment before replying, "Sure, I'll leave something on his desk. Thanks." She walked to his cubicle and entered. Glancing around for witnesses, she reached under her dress, wiggled off her black lace panties, and dropped them to her ankles. Before stepping out of them, she snapped a picture with her phone. She placed them on his chair, turning it, so passersby could not see what she'd left. As an afterthought, she hid a note beneath the panties, with only her mobile number. "I hope he gets this today," she thought. "Well, if he doesn't, at least I'll have some fun with my husband," and sexted the panty pic to me. Hurrying back toward the elevator, she cooed, "My, my, I do love the cool breeze down there. Sexy. It just feels sexy."

Near the end of the day, she received the text she'd been waiting for, "Drinks later?" Along with an address she assumed was his home. "I'll be there <kiss emoji>," Bea replied with an eager smile. She then opened the hotel app to cancel her room for that night. "Better take care of this now" she figured, "There is no telling if I'll be back in time to check out." When she got the confirmation, she supposed, "Hubby might like this detail too," and playfully sent it off to me.

As the meeting wrapped for the day, Bea offered excuses to her colleagues for why she could not join them for the customary drinks and dinner that evening. They all agreed to meet in the lobby around noon for the airport shuttle. Given the awkward greeting with Tony earlier, she knew they didn't quite believe her. Bea didn't mind. Secretly, she was more pleased than embarrassed that any of them suspected what this 28-year-old stud would do to her tonight.

Bea arranged an Uber to take her to the address Tony sent. On the ride over, her mind raced with anticipation; wandering back a year when they were last together. The way he touched her. How he felt inside her. Damn, how sweet his cum tasted. Hoping the driver was not watching, she snapped another sexy selfie under her dress, and eagerly sent to my phone with the comment. . . "Ready for an encore? This is likely your last update."

Tony met the car in the driveway, opened her door and kissed her as she stepped out. No one was watching except the Uber driver, who enjoyed the view of Tony's hands over my wife's bare ass in his mirror. She could only imagine what they would be doing three minutes from now, once inside. "I wonder how fast he can get all my clothes off," she mused.

When they entered the house, her heart sank. An open bottle of wine, three glasses and a pizza box were on the coffee table. Lee, Tony's roommate, stood up from the couch to greet them. "This was NOT what she'd hoped," she pouted. He leaned in for a friendly hug, telling Bea how nice it was to finally meet her. He'd heard so much about her. Sheepishly, she asked, "All good, I trust?" "Oh, it certainly was all good," Lee answered with a wry smile. Then, Tony whispered in her ear, "Hey, you got to share it all with your husband. I figured I could tell my best friend too." "Fair," she shrugged, glancing over to survey Lee's physique. He was a big man; six foot two, maybe two hundred pounds. She was not sure where this was going, but plans were evolving. She was apprehensive but tried not to let it show.

"This place is great," Bea complemented the roommates as she twirled to check out the room. The house had double master suites, each accessing the back yard where she saw a beautiful hot tub through sliding glass doors. The tub was sunken and surrounded by a wooden deck and gazebo. Several chaise sun chairs were around the deck. A security camera was installed in the corner. Curious, Bea asked Tony, "who monitors your cameras?" "Nobody," he answered, "until we arm the system, or set them to record." He opened his phone to show the three of them standing in the living room. "They are motion actuated, so only record when they sense a person is in view." Bea waved to the camera and giggled to see herself on the phone.

Tony led her to the couch where they plopped down together. In doing so, her dress floated to her waist, offering Lee a quick peek of her treasure. Leaning back on the loveseat opposite them, he smiled but pretended not to notice. The bulge in his sweatpants indicated otherwise. Bea blushed profusely and nestled close to Tony, curling her legs, careful not to give Lee another show.

The conversation was fun, and Lee did not seem to mind, or even notice, his role as cock blocker. Both guys were quite witty, and soon all three were laughing and carrying on. Tony was right, she did like his roommate. The wine had long since dissipated any annoyance and the bare feeling "down there" added a thrill. She tingled when she'd catch Lee's eye wandering down her body, checking for what might "accidentally" show again. After the second bottle of wine, they were pretty lubricated. Tony became more brash, stroking Bea through her dress. He tugged the fabric above her leg, granting Lee his desired peek-a-boo... which Bea helped by lifting her hip. Each time she felt her face warm as she flushed.

Partway through the third bottle, Tony suggested they adjourn to the hot tub. Bea half-protested she had not brought a swimsuit, but Tony assured her, "If you're modest, I'll turn the bubbles to high." With that, he grabbed the bottle and led Bea to the pool area, leaving Lee in the living room.

Next to the tub, Bea kicked off her sandals and unbuttoned her dress, dropping it to the deck. Bottom half exposed, she turned her back to Tony who adeptly unsnapped her bra, releasing her breasts. Glancing to the living room, she saw Lee gazing back at her. She turned to face him, hands below her waist, arms open. Her neatly trimmed bush and wonderful b-cup tits in full view. She relished this. Standing there naked, she felt vulnerable, yet empowered, allowing Lee to watch her undress. He was only the third man in over 25 years to do so. Now, she was certain where this evening was headed. Being alone with these two was exhilarating, but she wished I could see her as she acted out our greatest fantasy.

Alone in the tub, Tony and Bea explored each other for a long while; much longer than either of their previous encounters. Last year, it was all new, and they could not move fast enough. She savored how this young man touched her. Fingers across her erect nipples, then between her legs, probing inside of her.

Abruptly, they heard a sliding door open behind them and Lee's deep voice ask, "Mind if I join? Bea turned, raising her breasts from the water, to find Lee in a long robe. "Please do; we were waiting for you," she answered, seductively. When he removed the robe, Bea admired his solid frame. Dark skin accentuated his muscled form. Bigger than Tony. . . in every aspect. And now, mostly erect. . . and growing. He stepped into the tub across from Bea and Tony. The three resumed their teasing banter, though it now took a decidedly sexual turn. Each time Lee would refill their glasses; he edged around the tub closer to Bea. Soon, their hips touched. His hand rested on her thigh. Then, inside her thigh, amusing her under the bubbles. My wife lay back and enjoyed this four-handed foreplay.

Bea had not expected this, but she welcomed the attention of two men. This morning, she planned to give herself only to Tony, but he was sure brazen. She was not his to give, yet he was offering her anyway. She quietly pondered what I would think when she revealed all this to me. "He expected her to be with Tony. But TWO men? One, a stranger until two hours ago! Wow, that conversation is going to be fun tomorrow."

The light conversation slowed to heavy breathing as the touching became more intimate. Adventurous. Bea alternately kissed both, her hands around their swollen members. Before long, Bea murmured, "I'm getting warm," and lifted herself onto the deck between her companions. She lay back, lifted her feet to the deck, and spread her knees to reveal her smooth, waxed labia, just a tuft of dark hair on her mound. She was quite aroused; her vulva pursed to expose her moist, pink, inner lips. Tony nodded imperceptibly to Lee, who shifted his lips between my wife's thighs. His tongue drifted up and down her opening, making her tremble. "Yes, YES," she moaned each time his tongue paused under her hood to tickle the hidden button. Tony raised himself onto the deck as well, centering his attention on Bea's lips and breasts. With each touch of a tongue, Bea felt small shivers build up inside. She moaned louder and with urgency as the men continued. Lee's tongue moved quicker now, pressing harder around her clitoris. Soon her hips tensed about his jaw. She felt her nipples harden like stones. She arched her back as her body shook with her first orgasm. Both hands pulled Lee's head between her shivering legs as she bit Tony's lip. After a moment she relaxed, breathless. Turning to Tony, she purred, "I want YOU to fuck me now." Tony helped Bea to her feet, leading her to a poolside chaise where he gently laid her back. He climbed between her legs, his tip prodded her opening, poking just inside. He was about to enter her when she nudged him back. "Hold on," she instructed Lee, "Grab my phone; I want pictures to share this later."

<Tony chuckled as he looked around at the four security cameras, he and Lee repositioned that afternoon. He respected the hot-wife kink, Bea and I shared, so he had sent me the live-stream link an hour or so ago. Yet unknown to Bea, I was viewing EVERTHING in 4K Ultra Hi Def. I could see every angle and hear every word they said. Every cry of pleasure. The entire house, including the bedroom, was under surveillance...by me.>

With Lee in position, cameras rolling, Bea lay back and opened her legs for Tony. . . again. I watched him slide balls-deep into my wife. Over and over, he thrust, as Lee photographed her tits bouncing in unison. <click, click, click>, went the camera. Bea's head floated back, eyes closed, as she begged, "harder, Harder, HARDER! FUCK, ME, HARDER!" <click, click, click> Tony could feel her orgasm well up. Suddenly, her pussy clamped around his cock as she jolted once, then again. Tony could not hold back. His first surge was inside her. Bea felt the initial flow of heat followed by a chill, as he pulled out to spew ropes of goo up her belly to her face. Bea promptly sat up to take him in her mouth, swallowing the last of his juice. Licking her fingers and lips, she swallowed again. <click, click, click> Still in her mouth, she felt Tony soften. Normally, this meant snuggling time for her partner to recover. But she had TWO young men at her disposal tonight.

After catching her breath, I watched my wife motion Lee to replace her on the chaise. He laid down on his back, his meat was engorged in anticipation, waiting impatiently for his turn. Displayed in front of her, Bea admired his black pillar pointing to the sky. <click, click, click> Tony had the camera now. After wetting him with her tongue and lips, she straddled Lee, gasping as he impaled her. "Oh. My. God" she repeated over and over as she allowed him deeper. He was not only longer, but fatter than Tony. His cock stretched her taut, but she was still slick with Tony's cum, helping it glide into her. Rhythmically, she rode him. With each bounce she moaned louder. Then faster, faster. She felt him continue to swell within her. His hips heaved up to drive deeper. She squealed reflexively.

On the verge of another climax, Bea felt Tony's cool wet fingertip begin rimming her pink butthole. Pressing harder with each round. She paused on Lee to welcome this new feeling. Bea purred consent to continue, to penetrate. One, then two knuckles in. She relaxed around his finger so he could lubricate her ass for the next step. She was processing so many sensations at once. A huge cock where it should be, and a finger where it shouldn't. It felt strange. . . exquisite. She pushed Tony's hand away to grab his now recovered cock. With Lee fully inside her vagina, she leaned forward onto his chest to expose her loosened asshole for Tony. He mounted her, held her hip with one hand and guided his shaft up her ass. She tried to relax, but cried out as his head burst in. He rammed further, all the way. She remained motionless, allowing her body to adjust to this new double pleasure. She was so glad it was Tony, not Lee back there, or she'd be split in half. Then, she resumed her rhythm. Up, down, up, down. Her pussy enveloped Lee's cock. Tony, thrusting from behind. Both men pulsing into her like pistons. The feeling was so intense. She shuddered, eyes wrenched shut. She clawed Lee's smooth chest as another orgasm washed over her. Then again. And again. The clenching of her canal triggered Lee to erupt into her. His warmth swelled through her, filling her womb. He was so deep, so tight, white cream seeped out onto his balls. He arched into her. Behind her, Tony followed suit, exploding into her ass.

For nearly a minute, Bea trembled with aftershocks, absorbing the semen of her two bulls. Finally, the three lay still, depleted; quivering cocks still inside her. Presently, Bea raised to her knees, carefully unplugging her holes. Scooting back, so her mouth was above Lee's spent member, she licked around the head. Thick cream, mixed with her own nectar, tasted sweet on her tongue. Kneeling on the chaise between his legs, eyes locked on his, she sucked Lee dry... and swallowed it all. "Swallowing cum was sooo deliciously dirty," she thought, the warmth still in her throat.

Finished for now, she stood, her belly, breasts, face, sticky with Tony's jizz. Both men's juice trickled down her thighs and between her cheeks. This was her first threesome. With her mind clearing from an erogenous fog, she was unsure how she felt about it. Passionate in the moment, she did not regret it at all. Now it seemed... nasty. She allowed these relative strangers to fuck her every way possible. She struck a pose and asked whoever was closest, to photograph the spectacle. <click, click, click> She felt so. . . slutty, and wanted to share that with me. <click, click, click> From across the state, I watched it all unfold, enthralled.

We watched her bend over the hot tub, splashing water to rinse. Using Lee's robe, she wiped off most of the messiness before wrapping herself in it, hiding her naked body. "I'm chilly out here," she said, and walked to Tony's bedroom, peering over her shoulder, signaling them to follow. She pointed to Tony's now flaccid dong, and admonished, "Make sure that thing's clean if you want to stick it in me again," then smiled. "Please?"

As she entered the room, the cameras seamlessly followed. Tony was nowhere in view. Bea dropped the robe, fell onto the bed, opening her legs to accept Lee between them. He took her for himself now. He kissed her hard as she wrapped her long legs around his waist, pulling him into her. She was still supple from earlier and able to take him easier now. They fucked with abandon, until both were too exhausted for more. They lay side by side, panting. Tony returned and lay beside her, but she was done for now. He would have to wait. With no more action, the cameras shut off.

After several hours, Bea stirred, reanimating the bedroom cameras. The lights were very dim, so the video was sharp but in sepia. The men were on either side of her. Naked. Asleep. Spent members limp on their stomachs. She turned over and took Tony (now clean) into her mouth to test his resilience. He did not disappoint. Nor did Lee. Her pussy was tender, but she craved more. She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs to welcome them. . . again. What they'd done earlier was kinky. Dirty. Thrilling. But Bea now preferred the face-to-face intimacy of missionary. Last night she let them screw her as they pleased. This morning, they would be gentle, as SHE pleased.

Looking into their faces, as she took them again...one after the other. No camera phone snapping pictures now. Bea was still unaware I was watching. Uninhibited, she gave herself to these two young men. Strangers to me, but not to her. I questioned how different she might behave if she knew she was being taped. The roommates shared my wife into the wee hours when she finally had to sleep.

When she awoke, Lee had gone to his own room, leaving her in Tony's arms as she originally expected. Bea crawled to her hands and knee, presenting her open pussy to Tony, and said simply, "Take me!" He ravenously fucked her from behind, shifting position so she faced the camera. I watched her mouth gape, eyes shut as he pounded her. He slapped her round ass with a loud "POP." She yelled, "Again, AGAIN!" . . . He did as she asked. Her small breasts hung and shook with each smack of her ass and thrust of his pelvis. He rode her hard. After several minutes, her arms and face collapsed into the sheets as she shuddered with satisfaction. Grinning into the camera, Tony spewed his last remaining seed into my wife. "Thank you..." was all she said...and trembled again.

Bea showered, prepared her hair and face, but didn't dress immediately. They had time before her flight. She strolled about the house nude, teasing her man-toys. The three enjoyed breakfast and reminisced about the previous evening. The living room cams captured the scene, but their chit chat was muffled. I had to imagine their banter. Occasionally she'd extend her ass to be spanked or offer a nipple to be nibbled. Her box was off limits, too sore for further play. Despite the odd fact they were all stark-naked; one was happily married to someone not present, and the other two were half her age; there was no weirdness. Three content lovers, enjoying the morning after.

Bea has always felt dressing was as sexy as undressing. One article at a time, over the course of an hour, she added clothes. First, her black panties. A while later, her bra. Last, her dress. As noon approached, she kissed Lee goodbye, allowing his hands to wander as they liked. Then, she followed Tony to the car.

The drive was short, and they had already said what they needed to, back at the house. He dropped her behind the hotel so she could pretend she had gone to bed early. They kissed, she got out and walked to the lobby. To an uninformed observer, she just looked tired. To Bea, when she peered in the mirror, she looked like she had been fucked all night. Fortunately, her colleagues were not an observant group. Or feigned not to be, anyway. "Wow. If they only knew," she wondered.

Waiting for her flight, Bea furtively scrolled through the myriads of photos and videos on her phone. "Fuck, they were hot. The guys did a great job capturing the action. We could be porn stars." Then "Ding." Bea received a text from me, with a link. She opened it and waited impatiently for it to load over the airport wi-fi. She audibly gasped, but was not wholly shocked, to view Tony's living room. It was last evening. She saw herself waving into the camera. "Damn," she thought, "I do look good in that dress."

Cheers, Valpcupl.

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