Hall Pass: Part 15 (Patreon)

Ok, here's the next part of the story. We're getting close to the end now, and this bit is from Bradley's perspective.

I was lucky to have a husband as understanding as Wade, that’s for sure. It can’t have been easy admitting that I’d been dating Luca so publicly. Not just that, he’d been amazing this entire trip. Letting me hook up with Luca in the first place, letting me keep hooking up with him, and now having to admit it to the whole world.

I couldn’t ask for a better husband, and I was so incredibly grateful to him. Grateful for him.

But still... he wasn’t the one I was thinking about at this point. I’d opened a door, and now I couldn’t close it.

When I was woken up from my nap by a mouth wrapped around my dick my first thought was that it was Luca. I lay there with my eyes closed, letting myself wake slowly and enjoying the sensation, all the time picturing his full lips on my shaft and his big doe eyes looking up at me. I got a shock when I finally opened my eyes and realised it was Wade. 

That was bad enough. But I still feel guilty that I shut my eyes and imagined it was Luca. Even after he started riding my dick and I came inside him, I was picturing Luca’s tight, smooth hole the entire time. 

I felt like a bad person after. For some reason it seemed like more of a betrayal than actually fucking Luca. But I couldn’t help it; if you’d ever had the chance to fuck Luca Rivera you’d understand.

The day everything blew up online was also our last full day in Sydney. Since we’d already wasted a good chunk of the day either dealing with the social media drama or asleep in our hotel room, we wanted to make the most of the time we had left. So we spent the day packing in as much as we could — all the things we hadn’t gotten around to because I’d been with Luca instead. 

Ross and Lance had asked if we wanted to meet them for dinner — the obviously wanted to find out all about me and Luca — but we turned them down and went out for dinner at a high-end restaurant overlooking the harbour, just the two of us. We walked along the waterfront in the gentle evening breeze, stopped in at one of the gay bars in Darlinghurst for a drink, and I ended the night by fucking Wade, the hotel curtains open and the city spread out in front of us.

All in all, pretty much the perfect way to end our holiday. I made a conscious decision to put Luca out of my mind, and I barely thought about him at all.

In the morning I woke up to a message on my phone. It’s your last day here, right? Want to hang out for a bit this morning?

I couldn’t help grinning. I’d been hoping he’d message first so I wouldn’t have to admit to Wade that its what I’d been wanting to do myself. 

Wade was already awake. I showed him the message. He said nothing, just nodded, and I could see the same excitement in his eyes that I was feeling myself. We showered and packed as fast as humanly possible, so that twenty minutes later we were checked out of our room and were down the hall, Wade in the cuck chair while I threw Luca down on the bed and used him like it was the last time I’d ever get the chance. 

It was primal, it was loud, it was rough and hard, and it was everything I’d been craving since the moment I’d left his room the morning before. 

We looked into each other’s eyes as I fucked him, his knees up either side of my chest. “I wish you could keep fucking me forever,” he panted, the admission bursting out of him so unexpectedly it was like the pressure to keep it in had become too much to handle.

“Me too,” I whispered back, so caught up in the moment that the rational part of my brain didn’t even clock what I was saying. “I never want to let you go.” With that I had a powerful orgasm, unloading in Luca for what was probably the last time. It felt glorious breeding him, watching the way he bit his lip as he felt me fill him, feeling his ass clenching and pulsing as receiving my load cause him to cum too.

Finally done I collapsed on the bed.  It was only then that I looked over at Wade, and saw the look of complete shock on his face, and I realised what I’d just said.