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  Well, it was simply the suggestion that they were only here to draw some man in to fuck her. Knowing Adrienne, she’d wear hose or socks, she wouldn’t see the point of stockings that only came up to her thighs—except to provoke some kind of reaction. In this case, in some guy she hadn’t even met yet.

  He held up two packs of white seamed stockings, and Adrienne smiled, as if to say silently, it’s your choice, honey, isn’t it?

  He handed her the ones with lacy bands that almost went with the garter belt and the panties.

  Damn.

  Still standing over him, she opened the packet to retrieve a stocking, then lifted a leg to roll the thing up over her foot, her calf, her knee, her thigh. He knelt there on his haunches, couldn’t move for watching her. On went the other stocking, and then she was reaching for the garter belt she’d left on the bed.

  ‘Can you help with the garters?’ she asked, and he thought about how unsuited he was to the job, not having ever actually seen a woman’s garter belt and garters before in real life, much less help her assemble them.

  He fumbled with the catches, and somehow saw the logic in how everything fit together in enough time to avoid seeming like an idiot.

  Here, he could smell the scent of her shaving lotion on her legs, and on her pussy. He could smell a hint of that dark spice, too. Adrienne was at least a little aroused at all this, herself. She handed him her thong, without having to ask him to help her put it on. He was shaking slightly as he stretched it out for her to step into, and slid it up her smooth, smooth calves, past her knees, her thighs. Stretching the lace panel over her exquisite sex, noticing just how see-through that lace really was.

  Noticing, at the last, that she was wearing her panties over the garters holding up her stockings. Figuring out the reason for that nearly made him come again.

  She jiggled her hips a little to get comfortable in her underwear. Jesus, the thong was so tiny Noah felt certain it wouldn’t have covered her fur before she’d decided on the full shave.

  ‘You like it?’ she said brightly, walking over to the window before twirling to come back, like some fashion model on a catwalk.

  ‘Uh-huh,’ he nodded, focused on remaining neutral, not allowing her the victory of insight into his feelings.

  Her eyes dipped down, and he saw instantly that she had caught sight of his massive erection. Now it was her turn to attempt to hide her response, to remain calm, to look as though nothing was affecting her in the slightest.

  He caught her blushing, though, before she turned to the bathroom doorway to retrieve her dress, slip it off the hangar, then stoop before stepping into it; wriggling to slide the skin-tight fabric up over her trim body, covering up that fancy underwear... though only just.

  The dress was sensational, it was tight and slightly see through, held up by tiny straps it emphasized her petite curves, celebrated her beauty.

  It made him want to tear it straight off her and throw her down on the bed to reclaim her. For a moment, the sharp acid of jealousy rose up, threatened to pull him down into a well of anger—this was his wife, not someone else’s plaything for the night. She was his, she had promised herself to him.

  She wasn’t just some slutty brunette out to party with whichever dong happened by at the right time.

  And yet…

  And yet.

  His hard-on throbbed like a beast, and the hormones warmly circulating his system calmed him, reminded him that it was only sex. He could trust Adrienne to keep her part of the bargain, such as it was. A Hall Pass. One night with another man, no more. Then she would be back and his.

  And wouldn’t it be hot, thinking of her being so naughty? Being so filthy. Cheating on him.

  And it wasn’t really cheating anyway, was it? Because she had a Hall Pass. That was the point.

  Wouldn’t it be crazy: Adrienne with another guy? She’d feel all that new relationship energy again, all the excitement of a first date. Imagine the smile on her face, the wild joy in her eyes. The ecstatic bliss of being worshipped by a stranger who had no marital obligation to worship her.

  ‘Does it fit?’ she asked him.

  ‘Seems to.’

  ‘Too short?’

  He chuckled. Was she really giving him an opportunity to persuade her to cover up a little? He didn’t want her to cover up.

  ‘No, perfect.’

  He looked into her eyes. It was weird—but in that moment, the whole atmosphere in that bedroom changed, quite dramatically. Adrienne looked afraid. He hadn’t been expecting that.

  Suddenly, it felt as though Noah could gain the upper hand—total victory. Stop her going through with this whole crazy idea, and even teach her a lesson about trusting her husband, about believing him when he said he didn’t remember doing anything with that blonde, and maybe nothing had happened at all that night, even though it had all looked so bad.

  He couldn’t entirely tell if she was frightened of really destroying their relationship by avenging herself of her husband’s alleged infidelity, or whether she was frightened of getting out there and posing as single again, or whether she was worried she would be caught in the attempt, humiliated in front of a bunch of high school friends who weren’t really friends at all, except by the magic of social media.

  She opened her mouth, and the expression on her face told Noah in an instant that she was about to suggest skipping this particular wedding after all. Maybe let bygones be bygones, hit the reset button on the relationship, and perhaps pin the blame for the whole Preston-Liona Marx Affair on inordinate amounts of alcohol and maybe even a sneaky blonde whose name was Virginia Lawson.

  Only, Noah felt strangely disappointed at the thought of canceling this whole Hall Pass thing. Sure, it was terrifying thinking about his beautiful wife falling for the charms of another man—but that wouldn’t happen in one night, would it? This was purely about the sex. Sex with a stud who would be little more than a sex toy for his adventurous wife.

  So Noah jumped in first to say, ‘You know, I could come to the wedding as well… you know… to make sure you’re all right.’

  She paused before saying anything, the doubt in her expression softening, the fear subsiding.

  ‘Yeah… well we are both invited…’

  Now he was on his feet, slipping into the bathroom to switch on the shower again as Adrienne perched down on her vanity stool, looking slightly confused. Well, it was confusing. Noah wanted this. Badly. He wanted his wife to spend the night with someone else. He wanted to experience it.

  ‘You’ll have to be quick,’ she said in a little voice.

  ‘Sure.’

  ‘It takes two hours to drive out there.’

  He wanted his wife to cheat on him. Even if he’d never done anything at all with Virginia Lawson, even if he’d simply escorted her back to her room then collapsed in the bathroom, slept in the shower. Maybe she’d even removed his clothes, switched on the shower to make it look as though he’d been attempting to destroy evidence of their coupling before collapsing.

  Noah was turned on by the idea of his wife sleeping with someone else.

  In the shower, he was hard as a rock, still. He couldn’t stop thinking about his wife laying down on the bed for somebody else, exposing her sexy underwear, peeling off her tiny panties to reveal her completely shaven pussy.

  He rushed the shower, grabbed a towel to dry off his hair and completely forgot about his massive hard-on as he stepped back out of the bathroom to locate some clothes.

  Adrienne let out a high-pitched yelp, startling Noah who had assumed she would go wait out in the living room, maybe watch TV while he got ready. She was still sitting on her little vanity stool in that dress, however, and he’d presented her with a full-on view of the biggest erection he’d had in years.

  ‘Uh… you have a clean suit in the closet,’ she said unnecessarily. There was always a clean suit in the closet. When it came to weddings, the two of them were almost militarily organized. No hard week at the office wa
s going to lead them to forget to get an outfit properly dry-cleaned ready for the next wedding.

  ‘Great,’ he said, not bothering to cover himself up now—no point in hiding it now, and he felt vaguely amused that her eyes were so fixated on his enormous manhood when all their talk had been about sourcing dick somewhere else.

  She looked more than a little hungry for it. Well, she had been teasing him with short dresses and sexy underwear.

  ‘I won’t be a minute,’ he said, and his words seemed to shake her from her daze. She flushed, and murmured something about finding her bag before hustling out of the bedroom.

  *

  She seemed to recover her poise once they got to the wedding, parked outside the church, found their places in a pew toward the back of a nice, bright Baptist church.

  ‘They’re not going to try to baptize us are they?’

  ‘No, it’s just a wedding.’

  ‘That font is like some kind of barrier between us and the exit.’

  ‘Shhh.’

  Maybe just being present at a wedding was enough to recharge her superpowers, Noah figured. Whatever. As soon as they had set foot in this holy place, she had regained the desire to tease him with her potential for infidelity. And Noah had felt a warm buzz spread through his body at her doing so.

  ‘What about that guy over there?’

  ‘No, I know him. He was a jerk in high school.’

  ‘Looks like a Mormon now anyway.’

  ‘Shhh!’

  Before the ceremony, Noah enjoyed watching Adrienne’s eyes wandering around the room, taking in the looks and natures of the men sat waiting for things to get going. He enjoyed believing that she was already thinking about who she might end up with that night, who she might seduce.

  He wanted all of them to notice how beautiful she was in that teeny dress. He wanted them all to want her before she finally made her selection of one of them.

  He enjoyed that she whispered things like, ‘He’ll do.’ Or ‘Maybe someone tall, like him.’

  Or even, ‘I think big hands means… you know… maybe I’d like him.’

  She needled him, and he’d say something like, ‘You’re sure? He doesn’t look all there up top.’ And he’d be talking too loudly, and she’d shush him, but also it freaked her out a little how much he was getting into this whole Hall Pass thing.

  As the allotted time came, and the whispers went round that the bride had arrived, and was just about to come in, Adrienne said, ‘You know you shouldn’t sit too close—we’re not supposed to be together, are we?’

  And Noah had to catch his breath again, because even though he was sure he could handle this, it was such a shocking idea that his wife might actually go off away from him in the company of another man, and he was supposed to be fully accepting of that.

  Sitting through a wedding ceremony with a boner, though, that wasn’t exactly the best thing.

  Chapter Three

  Noah didn’t know anybody. Not even slightly. As a young man, he would have felt physically ill coming to an event like this—being forced to introduce himself to strangers in order to get through the day. Nowadays, though, after all these weddings, it didn’t faze him quite so much—it was just annoying. Felt like he was at work. At least weddings were a fairly easy crowd, and usually he could leave a lot of the conversation to Adrienne.

  It was lousy, then, to be wandering around a wedding reception on his own again. Only, what was really bizarre was that Adrienne was also here, somewhere else in the reception, acting as though she was single.

  As per the Hall Pass.

  Goodness.

  The reception was being held in a large hall within a hotel just a few blocks from the church, spilling out into various conference rooms including one that housed the bar. Presumably the event couldn’t be held at or around the church on account of the alcohol being so liberally distributed among the guests.

  For the most part, Adrienne was easy to keep an eye on. He wouldn’t lose track of her in that dress, with so many men in the immediate vicinity looking her way, or actively trying to draw her interest. Noah’s only issue was to maintain his watch on her while not appearing to be rude if any old soul was actually attempting to engage him in some kind of conversation.

  ‘You ever hear about Pay As You Go Solar?’

  ‘No, I can’t say I did.’

  ‘You don’t even need to pay for solar panels yourself… a company will give them to you. And pay you to have them on your roof.’

  ‘And you get free power?’

  ‘Well the amount generated is balanced against the amount of power you use, but conceivably if you don’t keep all your appliances on at once…’

  The main thing was, she was having fun. He could see that. Meeting new people, chatting with guys who seemed obviously into her, flirting with the attractive ones and quite clearly loving their attention, knowing that they wanted her.

  Sometimes, Noah would catch her flicking her gaze over to him, checking on him across the crowded room, and there would be a gentle fire in those green eyes that said quite clearly that she was enjoying that under their agreement, she could choose any one of these potential suitors, and take him back to her hotel room at the end of the reception for a little behind-closed-doors fun.

  Maybe she was only teasing him, but that look he got from her fired up his hard-on like nothing else.

  He saw her smiling at them, fluttering her eyelids, toying with the ends of her hair with her fingers just a little too close to her cleavage, and he found himself hoping she really was serious about using her Hall Pass. He found himself looking at her suitors and wondering if this one, or that one, might be the one she would choose. The one to take her away, sweep her up in his arms, tear off her dress, run his hands all over her bare flesh, and eventually spread her legs.

  He tried to force himself to imagine that she’d already had this one or that one’s big cock inside her, force himself to understand how he might feel about that afterward. Was it going to hurt, the way Adrienne said he had hurt her by his careless awakening with Virginia Lawson?

  He couldn’t feel the hurt, though. Couldn’t feel anger. Only arousal, excitement, lust. His body responded to thoughts of another man’s big cock sliding into her hands, into her mouth, or into her pussy, and Noah only thought of how interesting it would make her, how desirable, how sexy.

  After the buffet came the start of the dancing, and as the bride and groom got into their very first dance. All the wedding guests were here for this first dance, but Noah’s eyes were solely on Adrienne, seeing her standing there across the dance floor from him, watching the happy couple while keeping a surreptitious eye on who else was around the dance floor.

  At one point she caught him watching her just a moment after she’d been staring at a particular guy who took her fancy. Busted, she gave Noah a mischievous grin, and flushed a touch bashfully. She no longer had the air of a woman out to assert her own vengeance for her husband’s wrongdoing. She seemed more like a young wife tempted to fantasize about other men, but guiltily certain that nothing could ever really come of it, it was just too wrong.

  Noah was standing there with a semi hard-on, hoping she wasn’t going to give up on this idea.

  He texted her while everyone waited for the dance to be over.

  [Noah]: You having fun?

  She had her little phone in her hand, as she always did during weddings so there was always an easy photo available at any moment. He could see her react to the vibration as his text message arrived at her phone. She glanced at him and gave him another wicked little grin.

  [Adrienne]: Of course. Don’t I always at weddings?

  He smiled at her and replied:

  [Noah]: Have you seen any guys you like the look of?

  Across the room, she rolled her eyes but then giggled. Replied:

  [Adrienne]: Maybe a few. Trying to narrow down my choices.

  Her green eyes flicked around the room briefly, and Noah was
reminded about a seminar he once attended about Neuro-Linguistic Programming, a psychotherapy method that some experts believe could help business people with skills like sales, negotiation and team building. He’d since discovered how discredited it was scientifically, but it included some nice ideas about where people look when you’re asking them certain questions, from which you’re supposed to be able to tell whether they’re lying or being truthful.

  Noah hoped that Adrienne was subconsciously revealing her hope that this Hall Pass idea really would come true.

  Now he looked around the circle, at the guys who appeared to be standing on their lonesome rather than in an obvious couple. Were there any she’d go for? A lot of ex-frat boy types, but on the whole it was quite a diverse and eclectic seeming crowd. Someone for each and every taste.

  He wondered what Adrienne’s taste would be. Would she go for someone obviously like him? Or purposefully choose someone different simply because she could?

  A sudden thought flashed through his mind, and rapidly brought his semi hard-on up to full stiffness. He texted her:

  [Noah]: Did you bring condoms?

  He saw her eyes flicked down to her palm as the text message came in, and then the moment she read it, she stared back at him, flushing fiercely, looking somewhat flustered, shocked even.

  She ducked her head down to text her reply, purposefully keeping her face a little out of sight of other people, strands of her dark hair dropping down to cover her and hide her discomfort.

  [Adrienne]: Are you serious?

  Noah breathed, keeping calm, trying not to feel dejection and disappointment.

  [Noah]: You do understand what the concept of a Hall Pass means?

  She looked up, subtly, but needing to see her husband, to see if he was being serious or if he was quite obviously teasing her, joking around, setting her up for a fall—though he wasn’t that kind of guy, at least Noah was fairly sure he wasn’t.