Page 28 of Better When Shared
Hall Pass Rules
An MMF Erotic Story
Kristin Lance
Chapter 1
Julian
The email notification pinged just as I closed my last work ticket for the day. When I saw the name in my inbox, my hands froze over the keyboard. I hadn’t heard from him in—what, six years? Seven?
Seeing his name conjured specific memories of a wild time in my life that I tried not to think of much now that I was married and settled down. My cock twitched behind my zipper, the predictable response to a highlight reel I’d replayed more times than I cared to admit. Because I loved my wife, and this was how things went. You found a deep, lasting, meaningful connection, and the wild sex and threesomes ended.
I glanced toward our bedroom door, making sure Nisha wasn’t about to walk in before I clicked open the message. Then I told myself I was being an idiot. What would be in an email that she couldn’t see? The email was short and simple.
Hey! Been too long. How are you? Touching base because I’m working for a consulting firm and our newest client is a boutique hotel in Portland. Last I heard, you were living there. Are you still in the area? I have a few trips scheduled and would love to catch up if you have time.
Brief. Professional. Nothing to suggest anything about what had happened the last time we’d hung out, after our college graduation.
I shifted in my chair, adjusting myself as the familiar pressure built. Fuck. Seven years hadn’t dulled those memories one bit.
My screen dimmed from inactivity, yanking me back to our home office. My wedding band caught the late afternoon light streaming through our floor-to-ceiling windows. The weight of it grounded me, reminded me that those college exploits belonged to a different Julian.
And yet.
I clicked back to his email, reading it again. Something about seeing his name had unlocked a door I’d been nudging for months, maybe years. A thought I’d been too chickenshit to voice aloud to my wife.
I heard Nisha’s footsteps in the hallway, the soft padding that meant she was barefoot, and if I was lucky, wearing those yoga pants that hugged her ass like a second skin. My cock, already semi-hard from the memories, throbbed against the seam of my boxers.
“Hey babe,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. “Finished with work?”
She was dressed for her afternoon class, in yoga pants and one of those tank tops that’s also a sports bra. Her black hair was piled in a messy bun, her light brown skin flushed and glowing. The sight of her never failed to knock me sideways, even after three years of marriage.
“Just wrapping up,” I managed, clicking away from the email. “You heading to yoga?”
“In about an hour.” She crossed to my chair, spinning it away from the desk to straddle my lap. “Plenty of time for... other activities.”
Her lips found my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point, and I groaned. Her body pressed against mine, warm and familiar, but the ghost of another presence lingered in my mind—watching us, joining us.
“Nisha,” I breathed, my hands finding her hips, fingers digging into the soft fabric of her pants. “I’ve been thinking about something.”
She hummed against my skin, grinding her hips down onto my erection. “Must be something good,” she teased, finding the outline of my cock through my slacks. “You’re already hard.”
I caught her wrists, pulling back to look at her face. Her brown eyes darkened with desire, lips parted. God, she was fucking gorgeous. The thought of watching another man touch her, fuck her while I observed every reaction, every gasp...
“I was just thinking.”
“About?”
I cleared my throat, trying to remember the pitch I’d rehearsed a half dozen times. Something sexy that would inspire her to share my fantasy. “What if we, er, had—I don’t know—hall passes?”
Smooth, Julian, real smooth.
She blinked down at me for a long second, then laughed. “What, like celebrity fuck options? If Ryan Reynolds knocks on our door, I get a free ride?”
I swallowed hard. This wasn’t coming out right. “No, not celebrities. Real people.”
Her lips tilted into a teasing smile. “Are celebrities not real people? Are they cyborgs? Lizard men?”
