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  Hall Pass

  Sarah Bale

  Hunter’s wife, Linda, calls it a “hall pass”. For one night, they each get to proposition and then sleep with someone they find sexually attractive. Hunter suspects Linda has an ulterior motive for suggesting they try such a thing—is she bored with their marriage? With him? But who is he to look a gift horse in the mouth? Especially when the young lady he’s been secretly lusting after shows up at his wife’s weekly NBA game party, looking hot as hell in her short skirt and amazing high heels.

  Hunter goes along with his wife’s idea to switch things up a little bit but hopes he and Linda won’t have too many regrets come morning.

  Inside Scoop: A satisfying, sexy short story of a lusty, extramarital encounter.

  An EC for Men contemporaryerotica story from Ellora’s Cave

  Hall Pass

  Sarah Bale

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my friends who always support me. And to Jill, my wonderful editor, who helps me reach for the stars.

  Chapter One

  Loud music blared throughout the house and Hunter Morris gritted his teeth. If they didn’t live on ten acres, which gave them more than enough privacy, the cops would probably be on their way. His wife Linda danced on top of their very expensive coffee table with two of her newly found friends. Yeah, this “little get-together” was getting way out of hand.

  He grabbed an empty beer bottle and threw it in the overflowing trashcan and ran his hand through his hair. If this was how it was going to go for the rest of the night, he might try to hide. The doorbell rang but of course no one moved to answer it. Linda and their guests were all too busy dancing, drinking and, if he were to guess, fucking in one of the guestrooms. That’s what usually ended up happening at these parties.

  Making his way to the door, he opened it to find Beth standing there with a bottle of vodka in her hand. He ran his gaze down her body as if he were caressing her with his eyes. Damn, she knew how to dress to show off her hot body.

  Tonight she wore a white shirt that clung to her breasts. He could tell with a quick glance that she didn’t have a bra on either, since her nipples were poking out against the material. Her pink skirt was so short that if she bent over, her ass would show. And her shoes… God damn, did she know how to pick some fine-ass shoes.

  “Sorry I’m late,” she said as she walked into the house. “I got held up at work. What’s the score?”

  The score? He blinked and then grinned.

  “I don’t think they even have the game on anymore. Some basketball party, huh?”

  The whole reason Linda’s friends had invaded his home on a Thursday night was to watch the NBA playoff game. They kept the TV on for a whole thirty minutes before someone switched it off and turned on the stereo.

  Beth laughed, flashing her white teeth. “Oh come on, Hunter…you know how these parties end up.”

  “And yet I keep agreeing to have them.”

  She shook her head and moved past him, headed right toward the kitchen, which was always one of the hotspots. As she left, he got a nice view of her ass cheeks peeking from beneath her skirt. Damn. A warm arm wrapped around his waist from the other side and he turned to find Linda grinning up at him.

  “Well?”

  “Well what?”

  “Did-ju as-kher?”

  She slurred her words together and he frowned as he tried to decipher what she’d just said. A quick glance at the clock hanging on the wall made him sigh. Only nine and his wife was already trashed.

  “Did-ju?”

  “Did I what? I have no idea what or who you’re talking about.”

  Linda pulled away and planted a hand on her hip—never a good sign. She licked her lips.

  “Did you ask Beth to be your hall pass?” She spoke super-slowly, carefully pronouncing each word.

  Even though he understood her right away this time, he still drew a blank. He’d had a long day at the office and he suddenly felt drained. Then the conversation came crashing back to him. The other night, he and Linda had jokingly talked about a “hall pass”, or the one person they would sleep with if they could do so and not face any consequences. He had heard of such a thing before but he’d been mildly amused that his wife seemed interested in the thought of sleeping with someone else for one night while he did the same.

  Linda had surprised him by immediately naming their longtime friend Randy. Of course Linda had been doing a lot of things that surprised Hunter lately. On her thirty-fifth birthday she arrived late to her own party and literally revealed the tattoo she’d gotten on her ass.

  After that, she’d begun partying with some of her coworkers on the weekends, which led to her spending time with an increasingly younger crowd. Thus all of the twenty-something people in Hunter’s house tonight. He couldn’t be too upset though. Through the younger crowd he had met Beth…

  “Hunter…did you ask her?”

  Linda’s voice brought him back to the present and he shook his head.

  “No, I didn’t. Did you really expect me to?”

  Linda glanced over her shoulder. He followed her gaze. Randy stood a few yards away, his tie askew.

  “I take it Randy said yes.” It wasn’t a question.

  Linda’s lips lifted into a smile. “I knew he would.” Her expression turned serious. “But you know I won’t do this unless Beth agrees.”

  He couldn’t believe they were having this conversation in the middle of a party where anyone could listen to them. Fuck, what would his coworkers who were present think if they overheard? They’d never let him live it down.

  He pulled Linda to the side. “I didn’t think you were serious the other night.”

  Part of him knew she had been serious though. Just as much as he had been when he thought about which female he would pick. And far from upsetting him, the idea of his wife being with someone else led to the hottest wet dream he’d had in a long time. His reaction had surprised him.

  Her hazel eyes met his directly. “I was. Hunter, I need this. I know you love me but I need to feel…special.”

  His gut clenched. Where had things gone so wrong with his wife that she thought a stranger could make her feel more important than he could?

  She must have seen the question in his eyes because she said in a low voice, “Seventeen years is a long time to be married to someone, Hunter. You’re the only one I’ve been with sexually. I’m not saying I don’t love you. I’m saying if I don’t do this, I will always wonder…”

  His gaze drifted to Beth, who stood in the kitchen taking a shot. Yeah, he knew what Linda meant.

  “Supposing she does agree, which I highly doubt, then what?”

  Linda’s face lit up. “Randy and I can entertain ourselves in one of the guestrooms. You would be free to use our bedroom until tomorrow.”

  “And after that?”

  “We move on with our lives, hopefully happier.”

  He wasn’t sure sleeping with someone else would make them happier but it couldn’t hurt anything at this point. Sometimes it was everything he could do to stay with Linda. Call it a midlife crisis…but he was feeling the same way his wife was. Seventeen years was a long time to be with someone and lately things had been lackluster with his wife, as if the magic had been lost. And he didn’t know how to get the spark back in their relationship. Stress from working probably wasn’t helping things either. Getting a hard-on was impossible when all he could think about was meetings or if the new employee would show up on time…

  He heard Beth’s throaty chuckle from the kitchen and his cock jumped. One night? Might not be a bad idea…

  He looked down at his wife and nodded in agreement. She jumped up and down and squealed in response.

  He held up a hand. “But o
nly if she agrees, which I doubt she will.”

  “Oh I think she might surprise you. I’ve noticed the way she eyes you when she thinks no one is looking.”

  He snorted. “I’m sure it’s because I’m the only sober guy around most of the time.”

  She grinned. “If that’s what you want to think,” she said. “See you tomorrow.”

  After a quick kiss to Hunter’s cheek, she went and grabbed Randy’s hand, and they disappeared into the group of dancing bodies in the living room. He watched for a moment as the group moved as one in a tangled frenzy of passion.

  Chapter Two

  Hunter shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts. How in the hell was he supposed to approach Beth with his proposition? Walking up and saying, “Hey, Beth, want to be my one-night fuck?” might be a little too straightforward. She’d probably deck him in the jaw and never speak to him again, not that he would blame her.

  Someone called his name from the kitchen and he found himself walking that way before he’d decided what to say to Beth. He walked through the doorway and stopped in his tracks. Beth stood with her back to him, bent over the counter, showing off something on her phone to one of her friend sitting on a barstool. Her ass peeked out of the bottom of that short skirt and he thought he caught a glimpse of a hot-pink thong.

  “Damn,” he muttered to himself.

  She glanced over her shoulder and winked at him before turning back to her conversation. He grabbed one of the empty shot glasses sitting on the island, which they’d set up as a makeshift bar, poured some vodka, threw it back and then poured another.

  Beth shifted her weight to her other leg and the damn skirt inched higher. His cock grew hard at the sight and pressed against his jeans. What he would give to unzip his pants right now and take her against the counter…

  “Hey, Hunter!” another female party guest called out from the other room.

  He reluctantly tore his eyes away from Beth’s ass and turned. “Yeah?”

  “We’re out of Jim Beam in here! And Jose!”

  Hunter sighed. Who elected him bartender for the evening? He held back another sigh and headed for the door leading from the kitchen to the garage. He was definitely ready to escape the party and go to his room.

  Linda owned a liquor store and one of the perks that came with the business was a never-ending supply of booze. He walked to the metal storage shelf filled with different types of liquor and grabbed a bottle of flavored vodka, a bottle of tequila and the whiskey.

  The door opened and the light click of heels on the cement floor sounded from behind him.

  “Need some help?” Beth asked from behind him.

  He turned, surprised to see her in the garage. “Nah…I think I got it.”

  She stared up at him, biting her bottom lip before nodding. “Okay, just making sure.”

  She turned and started to leave. He cursed under his breath, set the liquor back onto the shelf and reached out for her. She gasped softly as he pulled her toward his chest.

  “Hunter, what are you doing?”

  Her eyes were bright with excitement and he could feel her heart pounding.

  “I’m going to propose something that might sound crazy but hear me out, okay?”

  She nodded and he went on.

  “You know Linda and I love each other, right? Well, we both agreed that the other could pick one person who would be their dream fuck—with a one-night-only clause, if you will.”

  Beth’s full lips lifted into a smile. “I’ve heard of couples doing that before.”

  His cock stood completely hard now, pressing against her stomach. She didn’t make any attempt to move though. Fuck—he had said this much…he might as well say the rest.

  “The only stipulation was that we each had to hook up with our chosen person on the same night.”

  His words sounded insane but he waited to see how Beth would respond.

  “And I’m assuming both of your chosen parties are here tonight?”

  He nodded.

  Beth tilted her head. “Is that why I caught Linda and Randy making out in the linen closet?”

  That damn closet had been the source of more action than he ever thought possible. Who would have guessed that a little room under the stairs would become one of the town’s hottest make-out spots?

  He chuckled. “That would be why.”

  She took a half-step forward, pressing their bodies together even more. “And who did you pick?”

  Her perfume drifted to him and he inhaled, loving the smell. The musky vanilla scent suited her.

  “I picked you.”

  He thought she would run away at the admission but she remained before him and nodded thoughtfully.

  “So…you want to screw around for one night and then go on as if it never happened?”

  When she put his proposition like that it didn’t sound so bad.

  “That’s the idea.”

  “And you’re sure Linda is okay with this?” she asked as her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed her breasts into his chest.

  “You can always ask her if you don’t believe me.” His hands settled on her hips.

  Beth moistened her lips. “I have a confession. I’m the one who showed Linda the article about the hall pass.”

  His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You? But why?”

  She laughed. “Hunter, I think it’s obvious. You are one of the sexiest men I have ever met. You’re funny. And you have a smile that literally makes me wet.”

  “I’m older than you—” Part of his brain screamed at him to shut up and he closed his mouth in compliance.

  She rubbed against him. “You’re not that much older. I’m twenty-two. You’re thirty-six. Big deal.”

  She rose up on the tips of her heels and caught his mouth with hers. He tasted cherries. Flavored lip-gloss… The taste, combined with her hot, willing mouth, set his blood on fire.

  Clutching her beneath her ass cheeks, he lifted her and she wrapped her long legs around his waist. Her fingers teased his hair as he walked to the utility workbench and set her down. She broke the kiss and grinned at him.

  “Does this mean you’re saying yes?” He needed to know before anything else happened.

  She laughed. “Yes…I am saying yes.”

  Chapter Three

  Hunter leaned forward and kissed Beth for a moment before pulling away. He strolled across the garage and locked the door, ensuring no one would stumble upon them. As he walked back to Beth, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor.

  Damn, he had been right. She wasn’t wearing a bra tonight. Her perky breasts stared back at him with their dark-brown areolas. He watched her tweak her nipple and he moaned in approval as it tightened. She repeated the action, harder this time.

  Oh, she liked it rough, did she? He opened a drawer in the workbench and pulled out two clothespins. With Linda he couldn’t fulfill some of his fantasies because she didn’t like pain. Would Beth be willing to play along? Only one way to find out…

  He pushed her hand aside and began sucking on her erect nipple. She moaned and held his head in place, urging him on. Suddenly he bit down on her nipple—hard enough to sting—then quickly began sucking again before she realized what was happening. Beth gasped and arched her back toward him, obviously wanting more.

  He grazed her nipple with his teeth and then pulled his mouth from her breast. To keep her distracted he blew onto her breast, knowing the cold air would be a shock after his hot mouth. He picked up one of the clothespins and clamped it onto her nipple.

  She cried out and leaned into him.

  “Oh god…yes! That feels amazing.”

  “Like that, baby?”

  She nodded and he latched on to her other nipple, nipping at the sensitive skin. When he clamped the clothespin on this time, she moaned and closed her eyes. He took a step back to appreciate the sight before him.

  Her skin was flushed and damp with perspiration. Her nipples were
rock-hard and dark red in the clothespins. He reached out and flicked one of the clothespins, causing her body to jerk.

  “Now let’s see how much that turned you on,” he said with a devilish grin.

  She whimpered as he ran his hand up her silky thigh. When he got to her thong he pulled it aside, though he wanted to rip it off. The scent of her arousal filled the air and he smiled before running his finger through her juices.

  Fuck, she was so wet his finger slid around with ease. If he were to enter her right now, he would be able to fill her in one thrust. Beth shifted slightly and her barely there skirt rose around her hips. She held his gaze as her legs opened wide.

  She looked so fucking sexy sitting there with her skirt around her waist and the clothespins on her nipples. He grabbed onto the thong and pulled it, tearing the thin material right off her body.

  “Hey!” she exclaimed. “That was from Victoria’s Secret!”

  He chuckled. “I’ll buy you another one. I just needed to see your pussy and how wet it was for me.” He looked down and whistled. “And damn is it wet.”

  Her juices were literally dripping down her inner thighs.

  “I’m always wet around you.”

  “Oh yeah?” He dipped a finger inside her pussy. “What do you do when you get wet?”

  Her hips lifted as he thrust his finger in and out.

  “I do what you’re doing…to myself.”

  “You masturbate?” His cock scraped against his jeans. “Tell me how you do it.”

  She lifted her hand and slowly moved it down her stomach and past her skirt. He started to pull away but she stopped him with a shake of her head.

  “I lie down in my bed and open my legs real wide.” Her legs widened as she spoke. “Sometimes I use my hand but most of the time I use a dildo so I can pretend it’s you fucking me.”

  She slid her finger into her pussy and moved it in rhythm to his finger. Together they finger-fucked her until she became breathless. Gasping, she slid her finger up and began rubbing her clit.