A Simple Hall Pass by bedwards43 1613

(This story is the property of its author, H. K. Smythe. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited. Characters under 18 do not engage in sexual activity.)

Author's note: I don't usually talk about my works. I leave that to the self-styled critics and naysayers. However, this piece technically was a bit short to be a novella but it fell into discrete parts like a novella, so I squeezed it into the novels and novellas category. As a partial justification for this classification I did divide it into what I thought were six discrete parts of somewhat similar sizes.

A Simple Hall Pass

Part I. Two Lovers Meet

Blaine Rogers

I first met Angie at a party. After graduation from UT Austin, I had accepted a position with Sparkle Graphics, a startup located in the Metroplex High Tech Corridor. The party was at an apartment house party room. The sponsor was a singles group which charged ten bucks a head to come to the party. There was usually a good ratio of men to women at these parties, mostly singles with a few married people who were either wanting to swing or cheat or were on the road to divorce. In a way she was non-descript. Brown eyes, brown hair, light tan complexion. Then you slowly realized that not only did she have personality but a 35C-23-35 bod that properly packaged or unpackaged would stop traffic. I joined her group near the beer keg, which appeared to be mostly guys ogling her and a few girls hoping to shine in her reflected light.

The more I talked her the more I realized that she was literally sex on a stick. It was rough going at first. I had to almost elbow my way to get within speaking distance. She was the center of attention and also conversation. I and the other four or five guys were just trying to get in on the conversation. This wasn't my first rodeo, and after I scored four or five bon mots that had her giggling and grinning at me, the other guys began drifting away.

Then came the moment when I fell in love with her. She said, "Honey, let's go find out what we've got here."

We headed for the exit. Suddenly, she stopped near the door. "Ohmigod, not a tea sip from TU."

She had realized that I was wearing a UT T-shirt. I replied, "Oh, no! Not an Aggie!"

In Texas parlance, TU could stand for The University, since, of course, UT-Austin is the premier University in the Southwest. To someone from Texas A&M, TU stands for Texas University, a despicable corruption of the fine name of the University of Texas at Austin.

This was a particularly sensitive time because UT had followed A&M into the SEC. As a proud Longhorn and a graduate of the finest university in the land, I knew that there are times when life gives you lemons, you just have buckle down and make lemonade.

I told her, "Angie, maybe we should let bygones be bygones for one night and see what happens."

A twinkle in her eye belied her next words, "I don't know: That's asking a lot!"

I played my hole card, "I have seven inches down south that's dying to meet you."

She replied, "In that case, we can try; a mixed relationship might work."

She resumed heading for the door. That turned out to be a truly great decision on her part.

As we continued onward to the parking lot, I asked the time-honored question, "Your place or mine?"

She inquired, "Where's yours?"

I responded, "northwest Plano, and yours?"

Her answer, "south Garland. Do you have a roommate?"

I suggested, "No, and at my place, we have a choice of a water bed or a king-size bed."

She responded, "Your place, it is!"

She got in her Cooper, and I got in my Ascent. It was a short, for the Metroplex, twenty minute drive to my apartment.

Angela Brown

From the beginning I could tell that Blaine was a smart guy. He had a masculine, confident tone to his voice. The only other major criterion was how good he was in bed. I thought tonight was as good as any to find out. Strange vehicle. He had an AWD SUV. Maybe tomorrow I would find out what the interior was like. I followed him to his apartment.

It was a nice pad. Just like he said, it was a two-story two-bedroom apartment with three baths. I guess technically it was only two and a half baths. I told him we could start out on the water bed and then probably move to the king later. I was hoping to get a really good rogering; however, I wasn't too sure about sleeping on the water bed, but I thought it might be an interesting place to fuck. I wasn't sure that what he had was really seven inches, but it was close enough. I don't mind giving blow jobs, but I was hot, wet, and horny, and his manhood was ready for action.

We started off in the missionary position on the waterbed and I thoroughly enjoyed the wave action. It was vaguely reminiscent of the Gulf. His organ was too long for really good G-spot action and it wasn't long enough to hit my cervix, but he seemed to get the tempo just right to slowly build toward my orgasm. It was nice to feel his pubis touching my clit on every stroke. It seemed like I just got hotter and hotter on every stroke and in about ten minutes I was having a very nice orgasm. What a lover, he kissed me after I came and then he started again. It took a lot less time on my second effort.

He told me I would have to change positions since I was cumming too much. That was a new one on me. He rolled me over and pulled my hips up just enough to give him an easy rear entry into the doggie style position. Two orgasms there and he wanted me to get on top. Well, this is Texas so I guess a little cowgirl riding is okay. I was starting to really like this cock and the guy that follow it around. This best part was that we had been going about twenty-five minutes and he hadn't cum yet. He signaled me to turn around so I scooted around to the reverse cowgirl position. His arms weren't long enough to reach my tits but it felt good for him to fondle my waist and my flanks. I wasn't exactly watching the clock but he must have fucked me for forty-five minutes before he finally came. I'm guessing I had at least ten orgasms.

Afterward he was very nice. Kissing and caressing me and telling me what a good girl I was. It was funny. It was so simple a thing for him to tell me what a good girl I was, but it was a nice touch while I was basking in the afterglow from a thorough screwing and multiple orgasms. It made it very easy to warm up for a second round. It was only about twenty minutes until his manhood was again stretched to its full seven inches, or almost seven inches, but who's counting.

We moved to his king. It was amazing that the second session was better than the first. He seemed to be a master of tempo. In our second round we started off with the left and right temple positions. Since his body is almost parallel to mine, he was able to stimulate my nipples with his right or left hand and I could look into his eyes. They were an amazing color of blue. I think they got bluer as he became more aroused. It was very nice to kiss him after each position. He then explained to me about two-fer positions. We did the golden arches with my butt against his pubic area. It was a two-fer because it counted as two positions: the first was when I was bouncing up and down with his cock impaling me. The second was when he pounded me. He didn't look very muscular but that last position proved he was quite strong as he pounded me to one of my most memorable orgasms ever.

This time I checked the clock on his bedside table. He screwed me for fifty minutes before he asked if he could cum now. I told him go for it. I didn't want to admit it but he had literally worn me out.

He asked me if I wanted to stay over. I asked him if I was going to get some more of what he had just given me. He said, "It's more than likely."

I kissed him and replied, "I'm staying!"

He awakened me by finger-fucking me. It felt dreamy, good. I was beginning to really like his seven inches of hard again masculinity. I would have gone down on him, but he didn't need any assistance as he gave me another forty minutes or so of multiple orgasms and new positions. Afterward, it felt very good to snuggle up against him and drift off to sleep in his arms.

It was around nine o'clock when I woke up. He was softly snoring beside me. His prick was at full mast, so I finally got a chance to suck it. I'm not a big cocksucker but for some reason, I just wanted to suck his. After a couple of minutes of licking and sucking his equipment, I looked up and his eyes were open and focused on me. Naturally, I crawled up his body and kissed him and then inserted his well-lubricated penis into my quite wet love canal and showed him what a good cowgirl I could be. He added boob pulling to the stimulation of his feminine delighter sliding in and out of my pussy. It was just a great way to start the day.. He informed me I was breaking the rules by going for a second and third orgasm in the same position. He did pop my butt when I finally yielded and turned around into the reverse cowgirl position.

I'm not very romantic. I consider sex and orgasms as one of my god given rights as a woman, but this guy just made me feel good to be around him. I followed him to a nearby restaurant for brunch and he agreed that he would call me. He walked me to my Mini and kissed me goodbye passionately. I'm usually a take it or leave it girl but I was going to be really pissed at him if he didn't call me.

We had a nice midweek date on Wednesday for dinner and a movie and a relatively short session at his pad where I managed to got off in both his beds again, before going home early because it was a work night. Our first spat took place Saturday morning. He was a little irritated because I had set up a threesome for Saturday night with two guys I met at the party he took me to Friday night. I finally calmed him down with a promise to make it up to him Sunday afternoon. I didn't go over to his place until four but by ten o'clock he had had four ejaculations and I had had what must have been close to fifty orgasms. It ended up being a wonderful weekend, although on Monday some of my workmates were teasing me about my weekend since I was walking a little funny from a sore kitty, and a little hoarse from screaming out my joy at climax so many times.

I didn't know if I would have another threesome with the Saturday night guys, but I made a note to be sure to do Blaine at least three times a week. After about six weeks, Blaine started talking about us living together and going exclusive. I explained to him that I liked both he and his two-bed apartment a lot, but I wasn't really ready to give up the single life completely and go exclusive. We decided that we would try living together with advance notification of when we were going out with someone else.

Blaine didn't seem at all enthusiastic when I asked him if he would like to have an evening with me and one or two other guys. He also wasn't pleased that I balked at going exclusive, even though we were living together. We went back and forth about living together not necessarily meaning exclusivity. We agreed that we would be at home at least five nights a week, and that our apartment was off limits for our friends with benefits, at least when we were sharing benefits. That still gave me two nights for some DP sex and other of my perversions. He thought some of my fantasies were perverted. Blaine also wasn't into anal although we would do both that and sixty-nine occasionally.

What I would really miss if I went exclusive with Blaine would be the double penetration. I didn't need it weekly, maybe not even monthly, but I knew what it was like when I hadn't had it for a while. Maybe every six weeks or two months I would start getting a yen. Then a night of depravity would set things right for another six weeks or so.

Still, things seemed to be getting better and better with Blaine. No one else came close to him when It came to making love. With him it was not only the sexual acts, but also the preliminaries and aftercare, the before and after. I still liked fucking around, but I was also becoming very attached to young Mr. Rogers. The problem was that I enjoyed hanging out with Blaine, but he didn't always want to go to parties with me. He seemed to get unhappy with me when I went home with someone else. He didn't really like me flirting with the other guys at parties, particularly when he noticed us exchanging phone numbers.

Part II. A Dilemma Threatens Their Love

Blaine

As the end of our junior year approached, I began talking to Angie about exclusivity. Would she be exclusive if we were engaged? What about if we married? I wanted her to think about life after college. Maybe a family with kids wasn't for her. I felt like at some time, a deeper commitment would be required. Maybe that kind of life with a mortgage, two kids, and a dog and a cat wasn't for her. I knew that a confrontation or at least a very serious discussion was coming soon. Summer was coming up. I felt like we needed to resolve this before we went home for the summer.

I told her, "Before you leave, Angie, I think we should talk."

She replied, "Sure, Blaine. No time like the present!"

We sat down at our table, I wasn't sure how to start, so I just went for it, "Angie, I wanted to talk to you about the future. Do we have a future?"

She smiled and replied, "Sure, Blaine. I truly hope so. I really like you."

I tried to explain, "I've really enjoyed living with you, but I'm starting to think about the long-term."

She looked a little confused, "Is there something wrong with what we have now?"

I responded, "Only that it's a little temporary. I'm thinking years. How do you feel about that?"

She thought for a moment, "I don't see us ending any time soon."

I went further, "I'm thinking about things like marriage, children, long-term commitment."

She answered, "I think it's a little early for children, but I would like to be with you, even after graduation."

I continued, "If we were to get married and have children, it would be pretty much 24/7, none of this five nights a week stuff."

She replied, "I think you're ahead of me. Of course, I want to have children. I guess I just wasn't thinking in those terms yet."

She asked, "What is you want from me, Blaine?"

I told her, "I'm thinking about a partnership for life; however, I've always thought of that as being exclusive - an exclusive commitment!"

She thought for a moment before speaking, "Blaine, I think I'm going to always want to be free, free to explore new things, new relationships. I'm concerned that you want me to give up the possibility of ever being with anyone other than you."

I explained, "I've always thought of having a wife and our relationship being exclusive, not most of the time, not 70 percent but all of the time."

She looked a little worried as she responded, "Blaine, you are the best. I'm willing to give up some of what I just described as freedom, but I don't know if I can or even should give that up one hundred percent. I want to work things out because I think you're the best one for me, but I don't think I should give up a hundred percent of the differences between us. Do you?"

I admitted, "I think you're the best and I don't want to force you to give up one hundred percent. Do you have any ideas on how to compromise on what we believe?"

She inquired, "What would you be willing to give up? Would you be willing to settle for ninety-nine percent?"

I wasn't liking the sound of this, "Tell me what you have in mind, Angie?"

She went into more detail, "I was thinking that one night out of a quarter. You know one night every ninety days, I would be free of any constraints."

I told her point blank, "I don't think I could deal with that. I don't like our current arrangement, although it's more like every couple of weeks that you actually step out, rather than the two nights a week that you could step out!"

She suggested, "You've never stayed away even once since we moved in, have you?"

I said, "If you've got steak at home, why go out for hamburgers."

She commented, "Thanks, sweetheart. You are the best. That's why I don't need to go out once a week, or even once a month. How would you feel about every six months? You do need to compromise a little!"

I confessed, "I do want us to come up with something we can both live with. I'd be willing to give up one night a year. How does that sound?"

She negotiated, "If we stay together, you'd want children, right? I think I could live with starting off with one hall pass. Then maybe I could earn another one with every child birth and with every wedding anniversary. Blaine, I might not use them, but I do want to have them. I could accumulate them so that I might take off for a week after seven years. Could you live with that?"

I thought about that for a few minutes, "I sort of like the accumulation, at least up to a point. I don't want you to feel like you have to step out because you're under a use it or lose it constraint. I guess that means you could accumulate them indefinitely. I would want some kind of limitation so that you didn't go away for a month after we were married thirty years. As long as I'm protected from you going away for like a week, I guess I could live with something like you suggested. Of course, I'd be hoping that you didn't use any of them, but I suppose I have to take the good with the bad, and the bad with the good. I don't think I'm going to do any better than you. So, if I propose, would it apply to the engagement period as well?"

She said, "I don' t want it to apply to the engagement period; I just want it go into effect the day we get married."

I asked, "Do we need a formal agreement?"

She replied, "Of course not. Blaine, I do love you; I just also love the thrill of being chased and caught. But I understand when we're married and starting a family, we have to give some things up. I really do appreciate you compromising with me on this."

I told her honestly, "I hope I don't live to regret this."

She responded, "I can't promise what I can't control, but I don't believe you will ever regret it. In spite of my liking a bit of variety, I love you and you love me. I believe we'll be okay."

Based on our agreement for hall passes. I gave her the first one on the first night of our honeymoon. I made up a form on the computer with places to sign when it was issued and sign when it was used. The first three years of our marriage, living in Dallas, she had them an average of six or seven months before she would use them. Then we got serious about making babies. The next ten years she was pregnant or recovering from childbirth most of the time and she never got around to using any of her hall passes. I didn't ask her about not using them, but I continued to issue then after each child birth and on each wedding anniversary. As of our nineteenth wedding anniversary, I had issued twenty-five hall passes and she had used four. I didn't like the situation but didn't discuss it with her. It was like the sword of Damocles when I thought about it. Fortunately I rarely thought about it since she hadn't used one of her hall passes in over fifteen years. The math was with the twenty-one hall passes, she could take a three-week vacation from our marriage if she wanted to. In her early forties she was still a very beautiful woman, so it was a definite possibility although I hoped it wouldn't become a probability.

Part III. The Feces Hits the Revolving Air Circulation Device

A Simple Hall Pass

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