Holiday break

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.

MF, MMF,MMMF, Preg?, Consens?......

Holiday Break.......... by Coitus Interruptus

Part two.

At the local police station the police officer, to whom they were reporting the
crime, had smirked when they listed the stolen objects. Twelve pairs of female
underwear, love-eggs, antibaby-mini pills, the list went on. However, the police
officer was kind enough to offer them a lift up to the chalet, on the way
explaining that a local garage would repair their car. The cop had stared at
Becky the whole time obviously noticing the dried cum stains all over her summer
dress. She had not had enough time to change before the cops had turned up and
had been embarrassed the whole time. So after two hours of what felt like
interrogation, they finally made it to their holiday chalet and were alone
behind closed doors.

They had not spoken a word about their real activities during their time with
the police and Becky was the first to break the ice,
"James, what are we going to do?"
James only had one thought in his mind; He was desperate to come in her pussy.
For, if she was going to get pregnant tonight he wanted his sperm to at least
have a fighting chance. He wanted his baby to be attached to her uterus and not
some unknown strangers'.