Hall Pass: Part 4 (Patreon)

This one's just a short entry, the last few paragraphs of the chapter I shared a few days ago. Hope you enjoy it!

I stared at the message for such a long time, trying to work out how I felt about it. It made my chest feel tight and my stomach feel sick, and as first I interpreted that as dread. That’s what I should feel, right, knowing that my partner, who I thought was only mine, was going back to someone else’s hotel room for sex? But that wasn’t it. It was nerves, for sure. Fear at what it could mean for Bradley and me. But I didn’t feel aggrieved, or betrayed, or angry. It seemed appropriate, what he was doing. I realised that I’d already accepted this outcome right from the moment we ran into Luca in the lift. 

And I realised that the feeling in my gut that I’d mistaken for dread was actually excitement.

Another message on my phone. Are you ok with that? it asked. Bradley had obviously seen that I’d read his message, and my lack of response must be making him nervous.

Yes, I typed back. Hope you have fun.

It seemed like such a crazy thing to say. So trivial, as though he was going to a movie without me, not having sex outside our relationship. But I didn’t know what else to say. And I meant it, I really did want him to have a good time.

I pictured them headed back to the hotel. I thought about the sexual energy that must be running through them, both knowing what’s about to happen. I suddenly wanted to know absolutely everything, every detail of what happened between them. That surprised me because I would have assumed I’d rather not know. But I’d give anything to be a fly on the wall.

It dawned on me that they’d have to pass our door to get to Luca’s, and as soon as I realised that I was filled with an uncontrollable urge to see them. I ran to the door and stuck my eye up against the peephole, checking for any sign of them. I had no idea if I’d missed them, if they were already in his room, but I had to look just in case there was any chance of catching a glimpse.

And I was in luck. Because about two minutes later they came into view. They were talking, a conversation I couldn’t make out through the well-soundproofed door. As they passed the door Bradley glanced up, and it seemed like he looked almost guilty, like he’d suddenly been reminded of the partner he’d abandoned.

And then they were gone, and it was just an empty corridor outside.

I sat down on the bed. I looked at the messages on my phone, just stared at them for a couple of minutes. I was at a total loss, I didn’t know what to do. But as I sat there picturing them shutting Luca’s hotel door behind them, falling onto his bed, ripping each other’s clothes off, lips all over each other’s bodies, fucking each other, it became pretty clear what I needed to do. So I pulled out my dick and started to masturbate.