Holiday break

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."
Jamesď 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.