Chapter 16: Privileges and Expansion

MEL

Lisa and I sat next to each other on the business jet to Nashville and our conference. We’d pre-registered, so would only need to pick up our badges and packets, and start attending sessions in the morning.

Lisa was excited about traveling and being away from home base. She was single, and had some ill-defined plans to visit one or two of the hot clubs along Broadway or wherever they were in the city. She turned to me as the plane taxied out to take off and said, “I want to get laid, re-laid, and par-laid. I’ve been in a dry spell.” She thought for a minute and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. You’re married and I guess you’ll just be having quiet nights. I’ll try to find someone to be my wingman.”

I smirked and reached into my purse. I pulled out the certificate that Dave had given to me the day before. In large letters, it said ‘Hall Pass’. The fine print even encouraged me to find and exploit sexual partners of either sex and to have ‘the fucking time of my life’ at my convention.

I showed the Hall Pass to Lisa and said, “Maybe I’ll join you. We’ll be each other’s wingman.”

Lisa carefully read every word that Dave had written on the letter-size certificate before he signed in his flourish of a signature with a bold pen to make it official. He definitely wanted me to get fucked while at the convention. Somewhere, he’d even been able to emboss the thing in two places. It did look official.

Lisa turned to me and even put her hand on my arm. “Mel, you have the coolest husband I’ve ever known. This man is priceless. Is he serious about this or was this just some joke between the two of you?”

I shrugged, “He wants me to enjoy the conference, the special parties the vendors have, and anything else that strikes my fancy – anything! I’m not constrained by any particular set of rules except for the ones I might put on myself. Is my Dave serious? I think so, because he also put two-dozen condoms in my luggage. If I use all of them over the four nights were in Nashville, that might be a world’s record – at least for me.”

Lisa shook her head but laughed. She said, “You are my new role model – along with your husband ... that plus you’re so sexy. You’re going to have a herd of guys following you around hoping for ... pussy.” She gave a lecherous laugh.

I came back at her with a big smile, “Hey, girl, you’re no slouch. You’ll have your own collection of fans. Come on, we’ll have fun and have lots of sex. I’ll even share my rubbers with you.”

I then asked Lisa, “How good are you at keeping secrets – I mean kind of dark secrets about somebody? They may become public someday, but not any time soon, I hope.”

Lisa said, “In one ear and out the other; my lips and vocal cords will never move, and my memory will be short.” She looked eager to hear my secret.

I called up the ten-minute sampler for the feature-length video that I’d done for Ron on my iPhone and passed it to Lisa with the volume off. The shorter video had started at the beginning, but I’d jumped it ahead a few minutes to where the real sex started.

Lisa took the cellphone and stared at the screen. Her eyes got the size of saucers. She checked with me. “O ... M ... G ... that’s not your husband ... and ... oh, Mel. Fuck you are the best! You and I definitely need to become better friends.”

“I checked around us on the plane but no one was paying attention. I put a finger to my lips. I just about whispered to her, “My stage name is Dixie Sparks, and I just did that a couple of months ago. There’ll be more, too, including Dave and some of our neighbors and friends.”

Lisa rolled her eyes, “Oh, I wish I was a neighbor or better friend. Mel, this is ... I want to do that, too. Can you do and introduction or something?”

“If you’re serious, I could do an introduction to the right people. That’s how I got introduced.”

“Was it fun? Did Dave know? How long did it take? Did they pay you? Is it on the Internet – wait, it must be? What did your husband say afterwards? Does he even know? What’d your friends think?...”

“Whoa, Lisa. Slow down. One question at a time. Dave and I are in a kind of Sex Club, only everybody really likes or even loves everybody else. There are only ten of us. A new friend in that group is earning money for her college tuition and expenses by doing porn. She introduced me to it, and Dave knows all about it. We talked ahead of time. He was even there watching the filming. We showed the final product to our friends just recently and everyone liked it. It just went live on the Internet. We’ve now done one together, too – an orgy, if you will.”

Lisa put both hands on my arm and pleaded, “If you don’t invite me to your next orgy or porn or whatever that has sex involved, I will hate you forever. Pleeeaaasssseee!”

“Okay, okay. I’ll see what we can do. Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

Lisa looked embarrassed. “We broke up about before Thanksgiving three months ago. That’s why I’m feeling so randy about this trip. I’m up for meeting someone or someones new. I’m serious about that. I’ll go out of my way to fit in. I’m really a very pleasant person. I love sex, even just recreationally. I’m randy all the time, and would spend every waking hour fucking if I could. I think I can be a good actress, too; I was in several plays in high school.”

I teased, “You may have to audition.”

Lisa shuddered and grinned, “Oh, a casting couch thing. Okay, I’ll do it. How many men would I have to fuck? Oh, wait, don’t worry, I’ll fuck all of them anyway. Did I mention that I love to fuck.”

“I was kidding. I will see what my friends think, but I’m sure you’ll be invited to come to one of our Saturday parties.”

“Every Saturday?” Lisa asked.

I nodded. “With rare exceptions – like around the past holidays when we all had too many family commitments.”

“So, last night you had one of your parties?”

“We did.”

“Did you fuck more than one man?”

“Four, actually, plus one of the women. I have some bisexual tendencies, but don’t let that deter you. No one would ever make you do something you didn’t want to do.”

After a short silence, Lisa announced in a whisper, “I’m bicurious. Oh, Mel, this is so exciting. You’ve just changed my whole life for the better just by sharing this and even raising the possibility of me doing something with you and your friends. My heart is already beating faster.”

We continued to softly chat with each other, cautious so none of the other passengers near us could hear our discussion. I answered a lot of her questions until she seemed to run out just as we landed in Nashville.

DAVE

Well, my Big Experiment was underway. I’d sent my constantly horny, nymphomaniac wife off to Nashville with a Hall Pass and two-dozen condoms to a four-day conference, with my assurances that whatever she did was fine with me and that I really wanted her to have a ‘great time’. At one point, I’d even emphasized a ‘sex-filled time’.

Mel was close to a ten on the men’s rating scale of women, and for some, like me, she was perfect. She had a zillion curves and bumps in all the right places. Her upper bumps or breasts were more amplified than the standard model, partly because she was on the short side, so she wore four-inch CFM heels most of the time that further amplified just how great her legs were – and she liked mid-thigh dresses and had the legs they deserved. In a crowd of people, she would attract a lot of attention. She was stunning and people, even women, would stare at her. Heck, she looked like a movie star, and in some ways because of her new career in porn, she was. She’d gotten used to it years earlier, and apparently didn’t even notice unless it was close to her and blatant.

I had no doubt but that Mel would have at least one sexual experience of some kind while at her real estate conference. That possibility gave me a little shot of both arousal as well as releasing some stomach bile.

Mel was always arousing, but I guess I ever-so-slightly worried that she’d meet someone else and ride off in the sunset with them. She always told me that the chances of that were between zero and nil. She could be very reassuring, and I bought it. Thus, I gave her the hall pass.

The Big Experiment was almost more for me than her. I needed to test my mettle for this kind of thing – for having a ‘hot wife’. I’d become almost inured to her having sex in our circle of friends and neighbors, but all that had escalated more recently in her one major porn video with two men named Deke and Jake. Thinking about all of that stuff just left me aroused and with a stiff problem.

I would not be sitting alone at home unsatisfied and masturbating to my fantasies about my wife. I had Cindy, and maybe that made Mel nervous about me doing a sunset run with her. The probability of that was also zero to nil. Further, for all intents and purposes, Cindy was already a wife – my second wife.

Sunday after Mel left for the airport for her flight to Nashville, I paid bills and squared away our finances and checked on our modest investments. The kids were around and I kept a close eye on them as I worked. After lunch I literally threw them both into the pool much to their delight; the higher the toss the better. Scott’s favorite word after that was “Again!”

Cindy had disappeared in the morning to join a chemistry and then a calculus study group. She’d commented that she’d been acing the quizzes, but she was worried about the upcoming mid-terms. The semester seemed to be going by at a rapid rate.

Cindy got home about four o’clock, and switched out of ‘student mode’ into ‘wife mode’. Cindy and I talked about dinner, and decided to take the kids out to Chuck E. Cheese. When we announced that decision, Beth and Scott cheered and gave each other a high five and some fancy handshake they’d worked out that they’d seen on TV. Cool kids.

After dinner we hit a playground for almost an hour, and then brought two tired kids home. Within a half-hour they were zonked out in bed. Cindy had set out their school clothes so they could be ready as soon as they woke up in the morning.

Cindy came and put her two arms round my neck and pulled me close against her. We kissed. She whispered, “I need you to fuck me the rest of the night. I love you and want you, and I’m pretty sure that you love and want me.”

“I can get into that, and never have any doubt that I don’t love you,” I told her with a smile.

We went to our bed and started to make love with a boat load of kisses and fondling.

Cindy teased, “What do you bet that Mel already has some guy buying her drinks at the hotel bar with his hand on her leg.”

“I remind you that she’s with her co-worker Lisa.”

“Oh, yes. Lisa has the guy’s wingman already in her pocket. The two of them have been making out since they met a half-hour ago. Just to be safe, Mel put three of the condoms in her pocket. She’s ready and primed. She’ll have a new cock in her before you get yours in me, and sometime later, she and Lisa are going to switch men so they both can add two new men as the notches on their bed posts.” She laughed at her teasing.

I chuckled, “Well, that’s an interesting story. My Hall Pass did ask for some photographic evidence of use, ideally close to real time. I glanced at my phone already charging on the nightstand, but no messages had come in.

Cindy and I got into mutual oral on one another, and I held off. She eventually had an orgasm and we ended the sixty-nine. We switched around and Cindy wanted to be on top in the cowgirl and have me suck and play with her breasts. I swear that in the last six months since we’d become a threesome, her breasts had grown.

Cindy bounced and twisted and twerked atop my body as we kissed and I fondled her tits and enjoyed Mr. Happy in a warm and friendly environment. Finally, I warned. Cindy smiled and doubled-down. We came within seconds of each other, and I spewed a lot of cum inside her.

As we were lying in our afterglows and thinking about a second round, my phone gave the little chirp that let me know I’d just gotten a text. Without uncoupling from Cindy, I reached the phone on the nightstand and looked at the message.

The photo showed Mel standing naked between two men, holding their cocks. The men were good looking and not much older than Mel. Everyone was smiling for the camera. I assumed that Lisa took the picture.

A second photo arrived that showed Mel and Lisa sucking on either side of one of the men’s excited hard-ons. Their eyes were upcast at the camera with smirks around the edges of the cock.

The accompanying text message said, ’22 condoms left and the night is still young. This is going to be a GREAT conference. TTYT. 143 Mel.’ I knew that TTYT meant ‘talk to you tomorrow’ and that 143 translated to ‘I love you’.

Cindy had been viewing the photos and text as I did. She commented, “Your wife really turns you on, doesn’t she?”