Holiday Break

Prologue... This story was written for legal, open-minded adults only. Among other elements, it explores dangerously, the border of consensual sex.... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------- If you are into stories where the first sentence cuts straight into the hardcore scene. I.e. A wife contends with an 18" penis being inserted into a selection of different orifices, with little erotic storyline and no connection to the realities of life. Then you will probably find this story rather slow. For I have tried to create a bit of plot, - a storyline with eroticism. After all; sex takes place, mainly between your ears. I hope I have achieved that goal, please let me know. E-mail: coitus-interruptus@bluewin.ch MF, MMF,MMMF, Preg?, Consens?...... Holiday Break.......... by Coitus Interruptus Part one. Two years had past since James had taken his young wife, Becky, on holiday. The last time had been on their honeymoon. Work, stress and life's plodding path had taken their toll and both of them longed to break free. They still loved each other greatly but something was missing from their relationship. Their sex life had suffered enormously under their humdrum lifestyle. Although, when they did have sex it was ok, but it lacked that special something. It had withered with the strain of time. A change of scenery was required and a holiday seemed the perfect break. It was Becky's idea to set the date to coincide with the second year of their anniversary. It was also her idea to go to the exact same spot, a remote mountain resort, tucked away from civilisation. Her reason for this somewhat secluded place, were out of desperation to re-ignite their marriage. Because, although she loved her husband dearly, she had become bored, _ above all, bored with their sex life. At night, She would often lay awake, pondering her previous lifestyle. Before she had married, she had enjoyed an extremely adventurous sex life. Nightclubs and "one-night-stands" had been weekly events and she longed to go back to them. However, she had sworn faithfulness to her man and it required all her strength in self-control, to keep her word. She had never admitted her previous lifestyle to her husband and so, performed the role of, "good wholesome housewife," to Oscar perfection. Sometimes even to well, denying her own husband sex occasionally, so as not to appear cheap. Deep down though, she wanted more, much more... James also had a secret desire, which he simply couldn't bring himself to speak out loud. His strict up bringing had seen to that. Unbeknown to his wife, he desperately wanted to change their boring sex life and had decided that this vacation would be the big chance. He knew that the breakdown in communication between them must come to an end and it was now or never. His unspoken fantasy started about a year ago. Becky was out jogging and James had taken the opportunity to clear out the garage. He was rummaging through the old "blasts from the past" when he came across a cardboard box, probably forgotten from the time when they had moved in. In curiosity he had torn the box open, only to find mainly junk. He was about to discard everything, when to his amazement, tucked away at the bottom; he discovered his wife's old college diary. It must have been written only a few months before they had married. At first he was hesitant to read it's contents but his nosiness had gotten the better of him. He had sat there for an hour or more skimming over his young wife's sweet handwriting, better said, his wife-to-be. At first, it had sent a cold shiver of disbelief as he read the detailed accounts of his pre-wife's sexual escapades. To his surprise however, the initial shock soon turned into excitement, as he continued to read. His excitement had turned into pure eroticism by the time he read about the one-night-stands and at the ease, with which his pure wife had permitted herself to be picked up. The risks she had taken in those days, astounded him. Sex without condoms and later how she had once forgotten to take her, newly prescribed, pill. The diaries' entries had ended at the 2nd of April, roughly two months before they had married. The last entry had read... "Today, I gave Harry the boot and with him my old life. There must be only one man in my life from now on! The Man I love and will marry". At that moment his fantasy had been born, _ to see his wife as a slut. The car was packed and they soon found themselves on the winding mountain road. Traffic had become easier as dusk fell. They had spoken little and James was beginning to get adjutated. He thought Becky seemed nervous as well, because she couldn't seem to keep still. He knew that now would be a good time to come clean, but he didn't want to go to far, so as to ruin the atmosphere of their holiday. It was a tough call to answer. Should he use subtlety or be brasher. He decided to compromise and break the ice with a simple question. "You know those Chinese love eggs that I bought you for Christmas?" Becky cringed, "yes" "Well, did you bring them with you?" Out of the corner of his eye he could see his wife blushing. He turned to face her but her gaze was fixed strait ahead. Through her blushes, James could just make out her cheeky grin, as she answered. "Well, I kind'a went one better!" James only took a second to realise what she meant, he had seen that cheeky smile before, when they had first started dating and having sex. Although Becky was 23 that smile always reminded James of a cheeky Schoolgirl. He looked back at her and said, "You mean you've got them in at the moment?" Becky turned crimson and said, "It's a long journey and I wanted to get in the right mood." Although this answer had surprised James, he was happy. This answer outweighed all his expectations. It proved that the holiday, not only had gotten off to a good start but also; they were both on the same wavelength. He decided to carry on this line of conversation, and played along, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. "I wondered why you've been wriggling about the whole journey. We've been travelling for 2 hours now, you must be pretty hot." As he said this, he put his hand softly on her knee and moved it slightly along the inside of her thigh. "Do you mind if I feel?" He asked, not wanting to move to quickly. "Sure." Becky said, blushing at her newly found openness towards her husband. She had always played the pure clean housewife before and had always denied using the love eggs in the past. James slipped his hand further upwards gently pushing her cute summer dress aside. His fingers made contact with her moist pussy; she was not wearing any panties. He quickly realised that his wife also had very definite plans about this holiday as well. He gave the cord, from the love eggs, a gently pull. She had also shaven and his fingers glided over the silky smoothness of her skin. With two fingers he started to gently caress either side of her clitoris. At this, Becky sank further into her seat and started to arch her lower body forwards, enjoying the attention. James's mind was racing. Not only did he have to concentrate on driving and heightening his wife's pleasure but also choose his next question carefully. For now was an opportunity to ask about her previous lovers. He pulled the car over at a point just before entering a small town near to their holiday destination. There was a small gas station across the road but otherwise no activity. It was late and although the gas station had a small caf? there were only a few cars parked outside. The next building was at least a hundred yards further up the street and the road was almost empty. He reached over and kissed his wife passionately. As he did so, he changed to his left hand to maintain the gentle massage of Becky's clitoris. They had never had sex in a car before and James, with anticipation, asked his carefully chosen question. "Have you ever made love in a car before?" Becky went tense for a moment but couldn't help relaxing again under the pleasure being submitted to her. At this Becky's mind was racing. She was in a semi-conscious state of mind, and with her thoughts subdued, only half realised that she was being tricked into answer. She didn't really care what her answer would be and half-heartedly murmured, "Yes." James quickly moved in for the kill and said, "Did you enjoy it, what was his name"? As he said this he increased the intensity of pressure to her cliterous. Becky answered slowly and with thought, but still a little dazed, "Do you really want to know"? As she said this, James wound her seat down so that she was lying almost horizontal and looked her intensely in the eye. "Yes, I want all the details of your early life". Becky was hesitant to answer but wanted the pleasure to continue and said, "Well, I was kinda young and we didn't have anywhere else to go. My parents didn't know what I was up to and"... She stopped suddenly, as the reality of the situation became clearer. James was manoeuvring his body across hers, pulling his trousers down. The tip of his manhood stood at the entrance of her tight pussy, his other hand now gliding over her petite breasts. "Tell me more," He said with anticipation. "James, do you really want this, I mean here and now?" She said. He gave his answer in his actions, by taking the cord of the love-eggs and gently pulling until they were released. He immediately filled the cavity with the six inches he had to offer her. Although only average it was enough to suffice her, even after the treatment with the love eggs her tight pussy sprang back to shape. He took it easy at first, moving only slightly and said, "Was it like this with the other guy?" Becky was already nearing orgasm and was letting herself go. It really did remind her of the early days; screwing in a car by the side of the road, where anyone could come along and discover her. Still, it was different in so far, as this time it was her husband. It didn't have the same intensity as a guy she barely knew and had opened her legs for. She realised at that point that she wanted to experience that slutiness again and so decided to go down the path that her husband was leading to. "His name was Rodger, she said slowly. James immediately knew he was on the right track and wanted to pry-open this admission still further as he asked, "Was he good...I mean did you enjoy it? Tell me more about him." Becky was nearing her orgasm. She also realised how horny her husband had become. "He was ok." "Only ok?" "Well, it was a different situation.... I mean it was kinda dangerous... that we would have got caught I mean." she panted. "By your parents?" said James "Yes there was that.......... and of course, I didn't want to get pregnant." "Do you want that thrill again?" "What... You mean get pregnant?... I'm on the pill," said Becky "Well, that thought did cross my mind but what I really mean is for you to experience another man again." "James, are you sure you want this?....... I mean...." "The next man you see, that you also like... He's the one!" replied James. Becky didn't speak a word but shuddered as her orgasm quaked through her body. The intensity had taken her almost by surprise. She had not felt such exhilaration for many years and she realised immediately, that this had been brought on by the thought of another man. James however had not yet reached orgasm. Not because the erotic nature of his questioning and desires, hadn't turned him on. On the contrary, his erection was throbbing and excruciatingly nearing climax, but because he had other plans. He had slowed his pounding to an almost halt. He did not want to make the same mistakes he had made throughout his marriage... premature ejaculation but also because he wanted to see his wife in action.... right now. James arched himself up and stole a glance over his shoulder. He could just make out the siloet of a man standing in the darkness across the forecourt of the petrol station. The man was obviously staring at the car and had observed the activity within. Instead of turning away, the dark stranger moved closer and into the light of the overhead illumination. He was not more then 40 yards away now and James thought he could detect a grin on the young strangers face. The man's identity revealed itself a little, as James realised he was wearing typical, gas station attendant's overalls. The young man finally turned away and headed towards the caf?. "How about that guy?" James said nodding over his shoulder. Becky glanced up at her husband with an almost disbelieving look, and said, "Your mad, your not really serious about this are you?" "Couldn't be more so!" said James with a determined expression. Becky raised her head up just in time to catch a glance at the muscular physic of this dark stranger. The young stranger turned to sneak a peek back at the car. Becky's blue eyes focused on the man's unshaven rough face, he had that rouged look that she liked so much. He then turned and walked into the caf?. It suddenly dawned on her in its entirety the reality of the situation. Before it had been a semi dream but now seeing this other man, a man that her husband had given her permission to fuck, brought out the true woman in her. "This was for real", she thought to herself and she wanted him. "Where shall I take him?" Said Becky. "The caf? toilettes," replied James. The thought of his pure wife being screwed in such a place turned him on even more so. However he still had a few doubts but it was to late to turn back now. He acknowledged the fact that he alone was responsible for bringing out this new streak of slutiness in his wife and he must carry the consequences whatever the outcome. He dressed himself as quickly as he could trying not to appear too hectic and opened the car door. With one foot outside, he held his hand out to his wife in a determined manner, as if to guide her to her destiny. She took it firmly and they walked together towards the entrance of the caf?. They paused by the window and both peered in. There were only a handful of people sitting inside, mainly spread around by the window seats. The bar was deserted apart from one seat, which was occupied by the young stranger. "I'll follow you in after you go with him to the gents. I promise I'll be close at all times. If something goes wrong or you want to back down, just shout and I'll be there." Said James with an air of concern in his voice. Tremberling, Becky knew what she had to do. She gave her husbands' hand one last squeeze, smiled as if to say thank you, and turned to mount the steps up to the entrance. From outside, James watched his wife move through the caf?. With her small petite build and summer dress she looked like a lost schoolgirl. An image, which Becky seemed to perform all to well. She didn't go directly over to the stranger but instead to the jukebox. With an occasional sexy glance at the man she put on a dance song and started to move her body with the rhythm. The man at the bar lifted himself from his bar-seat and walked over to the jukebox like a reincarnation of John Wayne. Typical macho, thought James, but he'll have to do. Becky gave the man a cheeky grin, then without wasting any time, walked over to him. She whispered in his ear and James could do little more then observe the strangers response. Wannabe John Wayne had a definite surprised look on his face, like he couldn't believe his luck or couldn't believe how easy it was this time. Becky walked towards the toilets. Just before she walked in, she glanced over towards the window where she believed her husband to be. A smile mapped itself across her face and with that she walked in. The man whose expression had changed slightly to confusion as he nervously glanced around to see if he was being watched quickly followed her. As soon as they both disappeared into the gents, James entered the caf?. He ordered a coffee at the bar and sat for a couple of minutes. He could take the suspense no more and decided that he had to witness the s ex that he had initiated. James entered the gentlemen's toilets slowly as not to be detected by the two. The main area was empty and the cubicles seemed quiet, almost to quiet. Three minutes had past, and James was a little confused. But at that moment he heard from the end cubical the distinctive sound of his wife's soft moan. James crept into the cubical next door and as quietly as he could climbed onto the toilet and sneaked a peek over the dividing wall. Becky had position herself bent over doggie style. Her hand up against the back wall, her legs spread out, like someone being searched by police. James had never been permitted to take his wife in this manner and he was for at least a moment deeply jealous. The stranger was at that moment positioning himself behind Becky his pants already around his ankles. His hand was roughly clutching her breasts and his other skimming over her outer thigh, immediately realising that she didn't have any panties on. "Well, you're a horny one", said the stranger, even sounding like John Wayne, thought James. The stranger seemed to want to reinforce his words as his hand moved abruptly between Becky legs and grouped intensively. Instead of a protesting complaint from Becky, which James was expecting at this rough handling, Becky just seemed to enjoy it even more. Moaning even louder and arching her head back. Within an instance the stranger was holding his manhood in his hand like a slab of meat at the butchers. Growing in size at every second, he skilfully rubbed the pre-lubricated gland along the slippery opening of Becky pussy. At every moment that he pushed the tip over her cliterous Becky let out a faint moan. "Do you want it now? Hey slut you want it." "Yes, give it to me." Said Becky. It wouldn't have mattered much what she answered. The question was more hypothetical, for at that moment the stranger had thrust the entire length into her. Becky let out a distinct shrike but almost immediately relaxed her muscle. The stranger did not let up, pumping her at a furious pace, not missing a beat. The torture of her pussy continued for some time, Becky letting out a sharp moan every time he rammed his member home. The pace quickened and in only a short time Becky started to stutter out, in an almost childlike manner, " I... I'm.... co... coming!" As the orgasm rippled through her aching body, she tossed her head back and caught a glimpse of her husband. For maybe two or three seconds they made eye contact. At first her expression was distorted with pain and lust, but then a smile slowly spread itself across her face. James, with a mix of excitement and jealousy, smiled back. The stranger continued on, oblivious of the interaction that had just taken place. Instead, blurted out, "I'm gonna come soon baby... You want it?.... Right up that tight love-tube of yours? I'm gonna blow my load, real deep." James? jealousy level shot to an all-new high. Mainly because he had never been permitted to talk to his wife in that sluty manner. But also, because he knew the stranger didn't know, that Becky was on the pill. His excitement level also increased like a whirl in his mind. At this, James was tempted to start jerkin off, but he resisted as best he could. "I'm coming!" Cried out the stranger, as his dick started pulsing inside of Becky's abdomen. Becky felt the sperm exploding inside of her. The thought of this unknown sperm penetrating and wriggling around in her, left her gasping for breath. After a short while he pulled out. A sticky strand of their combined body fluids connected them like an umbilical cord. Becky, exhausted, turned around and flopped onto the toilet, leaning back. Immediately, he started dressing himself pulling the overall back up over his muscular arm and shoulder. "You wanna do this again sometime?" grunted the stranger. "I ain't never seen you in town, where you live?" Becky hesitated for a moment. This was a new situation, should she see him again? Once with her husbands permission was one thing but again. She glanced up at the dividing wall, as if to seek the answer but James was no longer looking over the edge. She didn't know if that was ok. She sat there on the rim of the toilet a moment longer, pulling her dress over her knees, sperm now awkwardly running down her inner thigh. She decided on a compromise and said, "Maybe, we'll see." With that, wannabe John Wayne just grinned back at her, zipped up his overall and left the cubical. As he left he said, "I'll find out where your staying, maybe give you a special visit! Oh, by the way, you on the pill?" as he asked this, his grin turned into a chuckle and he left. No sooner had he left the room, James came out of hiding. He stared down at his freshly fucked wife, who in turn stared back, exhausted but happy. She was still panting a little; the sex had been short but intense. As she came around to the reality of this immediate experience, her face turned crimson with embarrassment. However she did not try to cover over the messy mix of sperm and juices escaping from between her legs. On the contrary, she opened her legs and hitched her dress a little higher, putting herself on display. "You OK?" said James in a concerned voice. "I'm fine." She said, peering down at the obvious bulge in James' pants. "How about you?" she said with a smile on her face. James began to stutter out his reply but was interrupted by Becky, "James, don't say anything, just fuck me know. I need you in me right now." James didn't need a second invitation. He was over her in a second, kissing her neck, his dick already rubbing along the sloppy mess of the previous activities. This added sensation, combined with what he had just witnessed, was proving to much for him and was far to close to orgasm for comfort. He knew he couldn't come yet, _ for he had to prove his staying power. James decided to resort to the only option still available to him; he had to go down on her. He started kissing his way down over her breast and lower abdomen until he finally reached the sticky mess that awaited him there. He started tougning her clitoris occasionally savouring the combined juices that flooded the area. At first, Becky was shocked but soon relaxed and leaned back enjoying every moment of this new attention. After only two minutes, Becky was reaching orgasm and her body was quaking with pleasure yet again. At this, James didn't want to hold off any longer. He pulled himself up, positioning his manhood to the entrance to Becky's' love-tube and thrust himself forwards. She was so wet and opened up, that he could hardly feel the walls of her otherwise tight pussy. Becky also noticed the lack of friction and decided to take the initiative by saying, "Baby, do you want to come in my mouth?" James was stunned; it was incredibly rare for her to offer a blowjob and an absolute first to actually allow him to cum. He didn't get a chance to answer. Becky was already pulling him out of her and in one swift move wrapped her lips around him, like a dog with a bone. She arched her head down taking in the entire length of his cum-covered prick. At the sight of his loving wife in this nasty caf? toilet and the anticipation of his eminent orgasm, He started blowing his load without warning. Becky, at first, was taken by surprise at the suddenness, but started swallowing every pulse, not missing a beat. After his orgasm, James slowly withdrew his manhood with a flop, as it grew placid. A small amount of sperm was running down Becky's chin, as she leaned back exhausted. She threw a cheeky smile at her husband and said, "That was great, I didn't know you tasted so good. Makes me wish I kinda tasted you before." James managed to muster a smile back but was beginning to have doubts that he had taken it to far to soon. "What about that guy? Did you really enjoy him?" asked James. Becky paused for a moment before replying, "Yes, and James, I love you for allowing me to have that experience again. I can still feel his sperm inside me, it would be my most dangerous time of the month as well." Becky looked up at her husband to see if her words were taking the desired effect, and carried on saying, "Good job I'm on the pill, I must remember to take it tonight before I go to bed." This last sentence almost made James jump with desire and erotic thought as he contemplated the possible consequences. James began to relax again and genuinely smiled at his wife as he said, "Come on lets go up to the chalet, it's only a few miles further up the road." She began to raise her weary body and follow her husband out of the cubical. She stopped suddenly her face turning a little red and said, "You realise I have to walk past all those people in the caf? in the state I'm in." Becky stared at herself in the large mirror hanging on the opposite wall. Juices were still leaking down her leg, her hair was roughfuled up and there was a large wet patch around the crotch area of her dress. The garment was sodden through and her clean-shaven pussy was sticking to the material, making it almost see-through. This image was a painfully obvious witness to what she had just indulged in. "I have to clean myself up a bit." Pleaded Becky. "No," answered James, "I want them all to know what a beautiful slut-wife I have." Becky just cringed, ran her finger through her long dark blond hair a few times and said, "Ok, lets go." They both marched through the caf? and out of the door. Strangely Becky didn't find the gauntlet run to bad dispite the many prying eyes watching here every move. They had made it outside and started walking towards the car, left by the side of the road in the dark. Their eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness and so it was only at the last moment, that, they realised what had happened in their absence. The car had been broken into and vandalised. They both noticed simultaneously and ran over to check the damage. All four tires had been slashed. The passenger window was broken, the door slightly ajar. Their suitcases were open and had been rummaged through. James was the first to respond and said, "I don't believe this, we couldn't have been gone more then a thirty minutes, max." Becky just stood in disbelief and said nothing. He started checking to see what had been stolen. To his amazement however, his wallet, credit card, and other valuable objects like the keys to the chalet, were still all there. He looked at his wife with a disbelieving look on his face and said, "Do you see anything that's been stolen?" "Don't think so," said Becky as she started searching their luggage in the boot. James was about to let out a sigh of relief when he suddenly saw a look of horror on his wife's' face. Becky's hands had begun to shake her knees wobble as she slowly glanced up at her husband. "What is it?" questioned James, obviously noticing that something was very wrong here. Becky's voice had a slight tremble in it as she said, "You know that personal bag of mine?" her voice almost breaking with fear, "well, its gone." James looked puzzled and threw a quizetive look at her. "James, you don't understand, that bag had all my pills in it. 4548 1.51/512345