Hall Pass: Part 11 (Patreon)

Hey guys, here'e the latest instalment, this time from the point of view of our cuck, Wade, where we get to see what he gets up to while his husband* is out on a date.

* I'd been using "partner" in previous sections because I hadn't decided whether I wanted them to be married or not. But in the end I decided that they would be, so I'll be using husband from now on and in the final book.

So, Bradley had left me alone in our hotel room for a second time to go on a date with Luca. A rational person might have felt upset about being ignored like that. Maybe jealous even. But I guess rational thought had abandoned me by this point, and it was such a fucking thrill I wondered if I might even be more excited about it than Bradley was.

He’d already left me alone earlier in the day to go get fitted for a suit — a suit that cost about as much as I earn in a month. It was clear now that Luca could give Bradley what I couldn’t. Not just the expensive clothes, but also the new experiences, the excitement, the glamour of what it must feel like to be famous. Not to mention giving him the kind of passionate sex that he and I had obviously been lacking.

The anticipation of this date had me hornier than I had any right to be. But as soon as Bradley was out the door, looking handsome beyond belief in his high-end suit, I was lost for what to do next. The temptation was to jerk off immediately, but I forced myself not to. I couldn’t cum yet, because I knew I’d regret it afterwards, giving in to the feeling instead of sitting with it and letting it torture me. And I was scared that as soon as I’d blown a load and could think clearly this whole situation wouldn’t look quite as good.

I went and got myself some dinner. Another night sitting in a restaurant alone. I’d contemplated messaging Ross and Lance to see if they wanted to keep me company, but if I did that I’d have to explain why Bradley wasn’t with me. I’d have to come clean that in the couple of days since we last hung out I’d not only let Bradley fuck his hall pass, but I’d completely transformed into a cuckold.

Besides, the low-level shame of dining alone felt weirdly arousing. To be fair no one probably noticed me at all, and even if they did they wouldn’t necessarily think anything of a guy eating alone. But even so, the idea of being publicly abandoned while my husband was out on a date with someone else, was hotter than it should have been.

Over dinner I had an idea, one that I acted on as soon as I was back at the hotel. I rented Release, the movie Luca had starred in. I’d seen it before, with Bradley, a couple of years back maybe. But I didn’t remember much about it — I guess at the time it hadn’t occurred to me that one day one of the lead actors would be dating my husband.

The movie was a way different vibe to Conquestus — while that show was salacious and a little camp, Release was much more serious, more heartfelt. Luca plays this softly-spoken, slightly nerdy guy called Wes who works an admin job at a community centre. He meets this bad-boy ex-con, Phil, who’s just gotten out of jail and has been hooked up with a gardening job in the community garden that’s part of the community centre. Phil thinks Wes is an uptight wet blanket, Wes thinks Phil is a bad apple, but soon enough the enemies turn to lovers. It’s not the most original story, but it’s sweet. And sexy too. The scene when the two of them finally fuck is electric, and as I sat there watching it my mind immediately replaced Phil with Bradley and it was reliving the previous night in Luca’s room all over again. 

My dick was aching as I watched the close-up of Luca’s face as he was fucked roughly from behind, and I wanted so bad to jerk off to completion then and there. But I held off. Because about three scenes later, when the mood had shifted from sexy to emotional again, is where the payoff came. In a moment of vulnerability Luca’s character finally blurts out what he’s been holding back from saying for the last twenty minutes of the film. “I’m in love with you,” he says, sounding almost hurt by the admission. “I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but I did.”

Those words hit me like a stab in the heart. Because even though the rational part of my brain knew this was just words in a script, said from one actor to another, when the camera was zoomed in on Luca’s face I was imagining that I was watching him say this to my husband. It made me wonder if the real Luca Rivera was thinking this about Bradley right now, trying to hold back from saying it. Or worse, that he hadn’t even held back. And it made me picture Bradley falling for Luca.

I reached for my dick involuntarily and started to jerk it furiously. It only took a few seconds, and to be honest I’m not sure if I really even needed to touch it or if the words were enough. But moments later I was shooting a massive load into my underwear, panting for breath.

I paused the movie and sat there in silence for a few minutes. That was fucking insane. I felt like I’d just admitted something terrible, and maybe I had, at least to myself. It felt so wrong; I shouldn’t be that turned on by the prospect of Bradley falling in love with someone else. Surely. 

I felt my life in free-fall, everything I knew for a fact suddenly so much less certain. 

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I waited up for Bradley. In my mind I was preparing for the conversation I wasn’t sure I was capable of having. I didn’t know if I wanted to admit what I’d done watching that movie. I knew I should probably tell him that this had all gone too far and that this had to be the last time he saw Luca — even if I wasn’t sure it’s what I really wanted myself.

But when the message came through telling me that they were down the hallway and that I could go down there if I wanted to, the conversation became irrelevant. It was after midnight, and I was exhausted by the emotional weight of that evening, but I jumped at the opportunity anyway. 

Bradley opened the door for me, and I was taken aback by the unexpected sight of him naked in the doorway, that thick cock swaying like a pendulum. He didn’t say much other than “hey”, just let me in and headed back to the bed while I headed for the chair in the corner.

I can’t remember if I fell asleep fucking them or if we all drifted off at the same time when they were done. But I woke in the chair, feeling stiff and still tired. I just sat for a while and watched them sleep. So peaceful, so perfect, nestled against each other with Luca’s head buried against Bradley’s chest.

I wondered what the time was, and I pulled out my phone to check. That’s when I saw the message from Lance.

Hey, what is Bradley doing on a date with Luca Rivera ?!!?