

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.







