Hall Pass: Part 16 (Patreon)

Hi everyone, here it is! The climax (so to speak) of the story. This section is told from the point of view of the cuck, where we find out what happens after he witnesses his husband tell their new celebrity bull “I never want to let you go.” 

The more feedback I see on my previous posts, the more I feel like it might be impossible to please everyone with this story. But hopefully it strikes a balance where you can find something you like - whether that's a cuck suffering some angst about the feelings his husband can't help about another man, or whether it's a happy ending with a husband who does the right thing.

Also, stay tuned for the epilogue. 😈

I cried the whole way to the airport, replaying those few seconds over and over in my head.

I never want to let you go. That’s what Bradley had said to Luca in the heat of passion, while they were making love, looking each other in the eyes. And it hadn’t even occurred to him that I was in the room watching the whole thing, not until they were done and he’d rolled over and seen the look on my face. 

I should have known that if I opened the door to Bradley being with someone as obviously superior it would only be a matter of time before he forgot about me. I just hadn’t expected it to happen that soon.

We’d all just sat there in stunned silence for a few seconds. Then I’d gotten up and got the hell out of there. Surprisingly I’d had the presence of mind to grab my suitcase and my other bag as I ran out the door, otherwise I’d have to go back there or arrange to meet up with Bradley. He’d called after me as I charged down the hallway. But he’d stopped at the door, I guess because he was still naked at that point so it’s not like he could run after me, thank god. I don’t know if he put on clothes and tried to catch up, because I didn’t stick around long enough to find out. I just got out of the hotel, got in a taxi and headed for the airport.

Alone.

I didn’t know what Bradley wanted or was expecting to happen. But it seemed pretty clear to me our marriage was over. I felt so fucking stupid. I kept thinking about him, saying those words to Luca. I thought about what was going to happen now that I was out of the picture. And each time my thoughts drifted to a place that made me start to get hard I reminded myself how angry and hurt and destroyed I was.

Bradley had been ringing me non-stop. But I didn’t answer. Wasn’t going to answer. I knew we’d have to talk at some point, but it wasn’t going to be yet.

We weren’t due to fly out till early evening, so I was hours early when I got to the airport. So I checked my bag in, found a corner that was as out of the way as possible to sit, and passed the time feeling sorry for myself and ignoring Bradley’s calls and texts.

I wasn’t surprised when I saw him. Yeah, part of me imagined he was just going to forget about his life and his job and just stay with Luca and never come home. But I knew that probably wasn’t realistic, and that he’d show up at the airport to catch the same plane as me. Fuck, we’d even have seats next to each other. This was going to be the hardest flight of my life.

He saw me and he rushed over. “Wade!” he said, “I was so worried. You didn’t answer any of my calls.” He stood there, looming over me, waiting for me to respond, but I had nothing to say. 

Eventually he sat down next to me. I flinched.

“I’m sorry I said that,” he said, keeping his voice low to avoid being overheard. “It was the heat of the moment, I wasn’t thinking.”

“Yeah you weren’t thinking. That’s why I know you meant it.”

He said nothing. I guess because he knew I was right.

“Why did you leave without me?” he asked, finally, trying another tack.

“Why do you think? There was nothing to stay for.”

“Is that what you really think?” he asked. He put one hand to his temple and rubbed it as though my words had given him a sudden headache.

“It’s clear you’ve fallen in love with him,” I said. “Which is fucking crazy, you’ve known the guy for all of what, four days? But I guess that just shows how easy our marriage was for you to set aside.”

“I’m not in love with him,” Bradley said. “That is crazy. You don’t fall in love with someone after a few days. I’m just… we’ve got a good connection, that’s all.”

“I noticed.” I replied sarcastically.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

I shrugged. “You chose him over me though.”

“When?” he said, and now he sounded pissed off. “When did I do that?”

“You said you never wanted to let him go,” I said. “If that’s what you want I don’t know how that’s supposed to happen when I’m around, in the way.”

“You’re not in the way,” he said. “You’re my husband. You’ll never be in the way.”

That sounded good to hear. I wasn’t buying it though. So I kept my mouth shut.

“I didn’t choose him over you,” he said, this time sounding less offended and more reassuring.

“You might not have come right out and said it, but in the moment it seemed pretty clear what it was you wanted. And it sounds like you want him more.”

“I don’t want him more,” Bradley told me. It sounded sincere. But it also sounded incomplete. Like there was a but coming. I kept silent, waited for it until it came, just as expected. “I want him as well.”

There it was. The admission I was waiting for. God, it hurt. And it pissed me off that it turned me on too, when I was trying so hard to be mad at him.

“How are you supposed to have both of us?” I asked.

He shook his head, exasperated. “I’m not, obviously,” he said. “None of this matters, materially. He lives in another country. And he’s a fucking superstar. And I’m married to you. So yeah, I went and caught some feelings — some unexpected, and frankly unhelpful feelings — but it doesn’t matter because I’m going home with you.”

“So I’m the consolation prize then? You can’t have him so you’ll have to just go home with me?”

“It’s not like that,” he said. “I chose you.”

“Doesn’t sound like it. Sounds like the life you really want isn’t feasible so you’ll take what you can get. Sounds like if he asked you to leave your life behind and go with him you would.”

“That’s not true!” he snapped. His eyes darted away from me, like there was something more he was holding back. Then he took a deep breath and exhaled. “He already asked me. And I turned him down.”

So he really had been faced with the choice to leave me. And he’d chosen to stay. 

All off the pressure in my brain dissipated like a kettle that’s been taken off a stove. In my mind I was so convinced that Bradley was desperate to leave me for Luca, and that the only thing stopping him was the lack of opportunity. But if Luca straight-up asked him and he still chose me. Well, I guess that means he really did choose me.

“What do you mean?” I asked. I had to know more.

“He said a bunch of times that he’d be keen to keep dating after we went home. He talked about flying me over to LA while he’s filming. I’d just been non-committal. And then, after you left, were were talking. And he said to me, ‘I know it’s tacky, saying this now with what’s going on with your husband, but I have to say it: whatever happens with you two, I meant it when I said I’d like us to continue.’ He said he’d be up for trying something long-distance.”

Part of me admired Luca’s audacity. Part of me was pissed off that he’d try steal him. And part of me was proud that somehow I’d been enough to make Bradley turn him down. “What did you say?” I asked.

“I said no, of course. I said it was clear that me being with him had hurt you, and I couldn’t do that to you.”

I let the information sink in for a bit. “You turned down Luca fucking Rivera for me?” I could barely believe what I was hearing. And saying those words aloud back to him, I couldn’t stop the grin from growing across my face.

“Yeah I guess I did,” he said, reassuring grin spreading across his face to match mine. “Does that make you feel better?”

“Yeah I guess.” I felt embarrassed to admit how not just relieved but flattered I was to hear that. It was pretty messed up, to be sure: a minute ago I’d been having an absolute tantrum about the possibility that my husband was going to throw away our marriage on a whim, and now I was mentally lording it over one of the most eligible celebrities in the whole world for not being able to take my place. I felt a little stupid for angsting so severely for the last five hours or so, but that was outweighed by a sense of joy that my marriage was actually exactly where I wanted it to be.

Everything seemed so much clearer now. And with thirty seconds of hindsight all the hurt I’d been wallowing in seemed so unnecessary. I realised all of this was because I’d assumed that Bradley could only have feelings for one of us, and that any of his affection spent on Luca had to be taken from me. But both of them had realised that there was no reason they couldn’t continue to have each other. No reason except my disapproval and my own need to know I was the number one in Bradley’s life.

That had been enough of a reason for Bradley though.

“I get it now,” I told him. “I don’t know why I thought it had to be me or him. I guess… I guess I just compartmentalised it. I figured this was just a hall pass, some holiday fun. Not the start of a relationship. And I guess if it goes on everyone’s going to know  I’m—” I paused, glanced around to see if anyone seemed to be listening, before I said the next words in a whisper. “—a cuckold.”

Bradley laughed in disbelief. “Nobody knows that,” he said. “Nobody cares. Nobody’s paying enough attention to our relationship to realise that. Even if you’re weirdly invested in the idea that the whole world is interested in your secret.”

I was mildly offended by the accusation. I almost protested, till I stopped to think about it for a second. Maybe there was some truth to it.

“You mind if I tell Luca we sorted everything out?” Bradley asked. “He wanted to make sure I was — we were all good before he left.”

“What do you mean left?”

Bradley looked a little guilty. “He gave me a lift to the airport,” he admitted. “And he said he’d wait till he knew I was okay.”

Whether it was altruism or calculation, I admired Luca’s style.

I looked at my watch. There was still a bit of time. “There’s a hotel attached to this airport right?”

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Fifteen minutes later we were in a hotel room about a two minute walk from the terminal. We had to book it for a full night even if we could only use it for an hour. And damn, it was expensive. But easily worth it.

I answered the door when Luca knocked. I let him slip in quickly before anyone could see, but once the door was closed behind him he stopped. He took one of my hands in his, and looked me dead in the eye, playing up the seriousness of what he was about to say. “I want to thank you,” he said. “And I want you to know how much I appreciate you sharing Bradley with me.”

“Thank you,” I replied, not really knowing how to react to that and sounding much more formal than I intended to. Then Luca dropped my hand and turned to Bradley.

They crossed the few metres of floor space like lovers running to each other in the climax of a romance movie, and as they collided they kissed and spun each other around and fell in a heap on the bed. Clothes were torn off in a frenzy, but once they were naked neither of them hurried to fuck or suck or jerk or anything like that. Instead they just kissed, pressed together and tangled up in each other’s bodies like they’d become a single organism if they could. There was so much longing being released it was hard to believe they’d only just fucked this morning. I wondered what it must feel like, thinking they’d lost each other and now getting another chance to be together. 

Finally, when it was starting to get close to the time we had to leave, Bradley grabbed his carry-on bag and fished around in it till he found some lube. He slipped his dick into Luca’s ass and fucked him, faces locked on each other and looking into each other’s eyes, and gave him a swift, hard pounding. I could tell by Luca’s yelps that he was going to cum first, and I could tell by the little moan he gave when it happened; I was starting to become quite familiar with his mannerisms and the way his body worked when he fucked. And Bradley didn’t last much longer than that before he drove his dick in one last time and let it pulse his load into Luca’s ass. A final parting gift.

That’s all we had time for. We were getting dangerously close to our flight, and while the two of them didn’t seem to show any desire to get out of bed I practically threw Bradley’s clothes at him and told him to get dressed like, now.

Five minutes after that we were headed out the door. Luca, still naked, came to the door to farewell us. With one last, too-long-lingering kiss he said to Bradley, “I’ll miss you. “Call me.” That hadn’t exactly been agreed yet, but I couldn’t see how it wouldn’t happen. He gave me a nod and a silently mouthed “thank you” as we hurried out the door to get our flight.

As we half-walked, half-ran down the hotel hallway, I noticed just how much Bradley stunk of sex. I wondered if other people would notice on the flight home. And although I knew no one would be thinking that hard about it, part of me liked the idea that maybe somehow, someone would know that the sex he reeked of wasn’t with me. 

That got me onto thinking about the social media posts. And even though it was the longest of long shots, I could help thinking about the slim possibility that out of all the people they passed in the airport terminal or on the plane, someone would recognise Bradley and say to themselves, Isn’t that the guy dating Luca Rivera? And that guy with him must be his cuck husband.