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 Coitus Interruptus

   As told to Ovid





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   The following story was told to me by a man who claims that it is true.
With his

   permission, I have written it down, trying to remember it as he told it
to me..



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   It started when my wife caught me ogling a redhead in a bikini at the
beach.

   I had been looking at the redhead and admiring her thong bikini when I
suddenly

   realized that Li Chen (my wife) was looking at me.  I immediately
pretended that I

   was looking at the swimmers in the ocean behind the redhead, and Li Chen
began to

   laugh.



   "It's alright if you look," she said.  "I don't want you to lose
interest.  I figure

   if you get yourself worked up looking at some sexy woman, I'll be the
beneficiary of

   your excitement.  So keep looking.  Hell, I look at men."



   This came as a bit of a revelation to me.  "Do you really look at other
men?"



   "Sure.  All the time.  Some of our best sex has been after I noticed a
good

   looking guy and started to fantasize about him."



   "Have you been looking here?"



   "Oh yes," she smiled.  "See that guy with the blue trunks, over there
near the

   life-guard stand?" I saw a nicely built guy, with long, dark, curly
hair.



   "What do you like about him?" I asked.



   "Mmmm.  He's got a nice face, a good body without the extreme

   musculature of a body builder, and a cute ass.  And he moves nicely."



   "Do you ever look at the bulge at the crotch?  Does that attract you?" I

   asked.



   "Not at first.  If that's the first thing I see, it looks gross.  But if
I'm attracted

   to a guy for other reasons and then happen to notice his bulge, that can
start me

   thinking about what's in there."



   We continued in this vein for a while, me telling her what caught my eye
in a

   woman, her pointing out the things that appealed to her.  Soon it became
a game,

   which we continued in the following months.  One of us would point out
someone

   we thought might attract the other, and the other would agree or
disagree.  After a

   while, we pretty much knew what each of us was looking for.



   We'd be sitting in a restaurant and Li Chen would whisper to me, "You
can

   see her nipples right through her blouse," or I'd touch her on the arm
and say "How

   do you like that guy in the tight pants?" Then when we got home, she'd
say,

   "Wouldn't you have liked to put your hands on those nipples?" or I'd ask
her what

   she'd have done with the tight-pants guy if I hadn't been with her. 
This would

   usually develop into some fantasy which would inspire our sex that day.
She'd turn

   into Ms.  Nipples or I'd turn into Mr.  Tight Pants and it was like
having sex with

   someone different each time.



   Sometime that fall, Li Chen and I planned to meet at a restaurant after
work.

   I got there a little early, so I was waiting at the bar.  Near me, at
the bar, was a good

   looking woman were an extremely low-cut dress.  She had the tits to go
with that

   dress, so I was giving her the eye.  She looked up at me and smiled.  I
didn't do

   anything about it and a moment later I heard Li Chen, who had been
standing right

   behind me.  "Why didn't you offer to buy her a drink?"



   "I thought about it," I admitted, "but I figured it wouldn't look to
good if I

   was buying Ms.  Tits a drink when my wife showed up."



   "But I would have loved it.  I would have just stood back and watched
you

   get worked up with anticipation about getting into her pants.  Then,
when I thought

   you were ripe, I would have come up and claimed you." She seemed to be
intrigued

   with the idea of letting someone else get me started.



   Now, Li Chen has never had any trouble getting me started.  I am really

   turned on by her Eurasian beauty.  She's thoroughly American, having
been raised

   in LA, but she has a very foreign look about her.  Her mother was
Chinese and her

   father American and, as far as I'm concerned, she has the best features
of both.

   Long, straight black hair, a slim body, but with larger tits than are
typical among

   Chinese women.  Her face has just enough of the Chinese look in it to
give it a

   touch of the exotic.  So if she wants me, I'm always ready.  Still, she
liked the

   fantasy idea, of play acting.  If I was attracted to some other woman,
she could be

   that other woman.  If she got turned on by some stranger, then I could
be that

   stranger.  It gave us a bit of variety.  "That way," she said, "we won't
go stale."



   Just after Thanksgiving, we had arranged to meet after work on a street

   corner near her office.  When I got there, Li Chen was talking to some
man I didn't

   know, who was clearly hitting on her.  (Looking as she did, she didn't
have to stand

   still very long before some guy started hitting on her.) I stood nearby
where I could

   overhear them and she could see me, and I pretended that I was waiting
for a bus.

   After a bit of banter between them, the guy suggested that since it was
cold, they'd

   be more comfortable getting a cup of coffee at a nearby coffee house. 
While she

   considered her response, Li Chen looked my way.  I gave a quick nod of
my head.

   She looked back at the guy and said, "Sure, why not?" and slipped her
arm through

   his as they made their way to the coffee house.  I followed a discrete
distance behind

   them.



   In the coffee house, I sat at a table near theirs.  I couldn't hear what
they

   were saying to each other, but it was clear they were getting on well.
Li Chen sat

   there looking very intently at the guy.  She rested one hand on the
table while she

   lifted her cup with the other.  A moment later, the guy casually placed
his hand on

   top of hers.  She almost immediately responded by putting down her cup
and putting

   her now free hand on top of his, which was then sandwiched between hers.
She

   moved her head closer to him and gave his hand a squeeze.



   You could see how that encouraged him.  A few minutes later, he had

   shifted from the chair opposite her to one next to her, and his thigh
was pressed

   against hers.  I don't know what he suggested next, but she suddenly
looked at her

   watch and stood up.  "Oh, look at the time!" I heard her say.  "I was
supposed to

   meet my husband fifteen minutes ago.  I've got to run.  Thanks for the
coffee." And

   she was out the door before the poor guy knew what happened.



   I quickly caught up to her outside and we rushed home, forgetting about
our

   dinner plans.  Within a half hour, we were sitting at the table at home,
my hand in

   hers, my thigh pressed against hers, and I was suggesting that we "go
back to my

   place for a drink." She was really worked up by then and, somewhat to my
surprise,

   so was I.  It was a real turn-on when she called me Stanley (the guy's
name) and

   express concern about not meeting her husband.  I felt both like I was
cuckolding

   the poor husband and at the same time that my wife was fucking this guy
Stanley.

   The combination really excited me.  Later, Li Chen told me that she
found it

   particularly arousing to think she was cheating on me.  We fucked our
brains out.

   By the time we were finished fucking, it was too late and we were too
tired to do

   anything about dinner except to get some pizza delivered.



   A few weeks later, her company had its annual Christmas party.  Li Chen

   works in a branch office of a large company and every year the company
invites all

   the employees at all the branches to a big party at the home office.  It
was Li Chen's

   first year there, so she wouldn't know most of the people at the part.
She only knew

   some of the people from her own branch.  However, the company always put
on a

   big spread with lots of food and drinks, so we thought it would be fun
to go.



   We got there and the place was full of people I had never seen before,
all

   eating, drinking, singing, laughing and generally having a good time. 
Li Chen

   spotted one of her co-workers and went to talk with her, so I started
roaming

   around.  I had a bite of food, a bit to drink, and had talked briefly
with a few people

   when I spotted "Santa Claus." She was a reasonably attractive brunette,
sort of

   average, but what caught my attention was her outfit.  She wore a tight
red dress,

   trimmed in white fur (probably fake), with a really plunging
decolletage. On her

   head was a traditional Santa Claus hat.



   When she saw me looking at her, she came up and asked, "What do you

   want from Santa this year?"



   I smiled.  "Santa herself would be more than I could hope for."



   "Maybe not.  You just have to do what Santa likes.  Santa likes it when
you

   leave a little something out to warm Santa on a cold night," she looked
at my crotch.

   "Have you been a good boy?"



   "I am very good, I'm told," I responded with a leer.



   We continued in this joking vein for a while, gradually moving across
the

   room toward a big, open doorway.  I saw Li Chen leaning against the wall
by the

   doorway.  As we were passing though the doorway, "Santa" stopped and
said, "My,

   look what we're standing under." Above us was a large sprig of
mistletoe. I glance

   toward Li Chen who smiled at me, so I turned and kissed Santa.  Santa
responded

   by sliding her tongue deeply into my mouth and grinding her hips against
mine.  I

   was instantly hard.  "My," she said, it feels like you've got more than
a little for

   Santa.  Maybe we should continue in a more out of the way place."



   I readily agreed and reached up and tore off a piece of the mistletoe.
Santa

   suggested we move to a room which served as a xerox room and supply
closet and,

   more than likely, would not be in use, so we headed in that direction
with Li Chen

   inconspicuously trailing behind us.



   Once in the supply room, I partially closed the door, leaving it opened
a

   crack so Li Chin could spy on us.  I tied the mistletoe to the overhead
lamp and

   started kissing Santa again.  I slid my hand down and began squeezing
her lovely,

   firm ass.  Santa clearly wasn't shy.  She was soon rubbing my very erect
prick.  "Oh,

   that's not very little at all," she said, and then drove her tongue back
into my throat.

   I unbuttoned the one button that held her breasts in and quickly had a
bare, braless

   tit cupped in my hand.



   Pressing me up against the xerox machine, she had pulled down my zipper

   and was slipping her hand in my pants when Li Chen opened the door and
said,

   "Oh, excuse me, they told me I could find more paper cups in here. 
They're running

   out." Santa recovered amazingly fast, as if she were well practiced.  In
an instant

   she had rebuttoned her dress and said, "I think there up there.  I'll
help you get some

   down."



   I managed to zip up my pants and slipped out of the store room.  I
quickly

   found our coats and, holding them in front of me to conceal my erection,
I headed

   toward the door.  Li Chen caught up with then and we hurried out.



   "Why did you stop us?" I asked, "We were just getting to the good part."



   "And it looked very good, indeed," she answered, "I was getting all wet
just

   peeking at you.  But somebody actually did call over asking for cups out
of the

   supply room and I figured it would be better if I got them than let
someone else

   blunder in on you two.  But don't worry, I'm going to get into my Santa
outfit and

   check out if you have a little something for me."



   At home, she quickly slipped into a red dress and it didn't take me long
to

   discover how wet she was.  The dining table became our xerox machine,
and I sat

   on it while she sucked my "little thing." I even turned on a flashing
strobe light so

   it would seem like we were xeroxing our naked bodies as we fucking on
top of the

   "xerox machine." It turned out to be quite a company Christmas party!



   New Year's Eve we went to a large, informal party.  This was held in a
large

   home in the suburbs and we were friends of friends of the host.  The
host met us at

   the door and, after greeting us, asked if I would take our coats to the
master

   bedroom, as the front closets were just about filled.  I took the coats
and wandered

   down a hallway to the master bedroom.  The room was fairly large and lit
only by a

   lamp on one of the night tables.  There was a king-size bed with a
couple of coats

   on one side of it.  I dropped our coats on top of the others and then
decided to use

   the master bathroom while I was there.



   While I was taking a leak, I noticed that the bathroom had two doors. 
One,

   of course, the one I had come in through, went back to the master
bedroom.  So

   when I finished pissing, I decided to explore the other door.  It led to
another large

   bedroom, which in turn led back to the hallway.



   I wandered back into the party.  The large room was very crowded, so I

   grabbed a drink and started to work my way through the crowd, looking
for

   someone I knew or someone interesting.  Eventually, I made my way to the
end of

   the room that they were using for dancing, or what passed for dancing in
that crowd.

   I soon noticed that Li Chen had found someone to her interest.  She was
dancing

   with a blond guy, about five or ten years younger than us.  They were
dancing very

   closely together - there really wasn't room to dance any other way.  She
had her

   arms around his waist and was resting her head on his shoulder.  His
arms were

   around her, his hands holding her ass, and his face was buried in her
neck.



   I watched them dance for a while.  He seemed to be nibbling on her neck,

   and they were really grinding their hips into each other.  They danced
like that

   through a couple of numbers.  Then Blondie whispered something in her
ear, Li

   Chen nodded, and they started to move off the dance floor.  When she
reached me,

   Li Chen stared directly at me and continued on.  As Blondie pushed by
me,

   following her, I notice he had quite a bulge in his pants.



   They pushed their way through the crowd, back the way I had come.  I

   waited until they were a few yards in front of me, then followed.  When
the crowd

   thinned out a bit, they each wrapped an arm around each other, and I saw
them

   disappear down the hallway, toward the master bedroom.  By the time I
got through

   the crowd, they were out of sight.  I strolled down the hallway and saw
that the door

   to the master bedroom was now closed, so I hurried to the next bedroom
and into

   the bathroom that connected it with the master bedroom.



   By hiding behind the bathroom door, I could look through the space
between

   the door hinges without being seen.  I had an excelled view of them in
the master

   bedroom.  They were standing between the door and the bed in a
passionate

   embrace, kissing and clutching at each other.  Blondie was rubbing his
hand all over

   Li Chen, up and down her back, over her ass, and along her side.  He
finally got to

   her tits, which he grasped through her blouse.



   Still kissing her, he began to unbutton her blouse.  When he had it

   completely opened and was rubbing her nipple through her bra, Li Chen's
hand went

   to his crotch and began grasping the bulge there.  It didn't take
Blondie long to

   discover that the bra fastened in front, and a moment later Li Chen's
tits were

   completely bare.  I got a brief look at her erect nipple before Blondie
bent over and

   took it in his mouth.



   By this time, Li Chen had his pants unzipped and her hand was groping

   around inside them.  Blondie reciprocated by putting a hand under her
skirt.  I could

   see Li Chen rubbing her crotch on his hand and could hear her begin to
moan.

   "Fred," she sighed, as he worked to lower her panties.  So, evidently,
Blondie's

   name was Fred.



   Fred managed to get her panties down and she stepped out of them.  Then
he

   guided her to the bed, pushed some coats out of the way, sat her down,
and eased

   her onto her back.  He worked her skirt up to her waist and knelt
between her legs.



   In the bathroom, I stood there watching with a major hard-on.  There was

   my wife lying with her blouse wide open showing her naked tits, her bare
legs

   spread wide, and this stranger, Fred, starting to lick her pussy.  It
was the most

   arousing thing I had ever seen.



   But I began to worry when and even whether Li Chen would stop it.  After

   all, she didn't know I was in the bathroom watching, or that I even knew
where they

   were.  If it was going to be stopped, as far as she knew, she would be
the one to stop

   it.



   But she sure didn't look as if stopping it was on her mind.  On the
contrary,

   she had grabbed hold of his blond head and was pushing it into her cunt,
moaning

   and crying "Suck me, Fred, suck me," while she writhed on the bed under
him.



   When she began to pull on his head, to move him up her body, I decided
it

   was going too far.  I rushed out through the other bedroom and a moment
later

   entered the master bedroom from the hallway.



   I came in just in time.  Fred was poised between Li Chen's legs, his
pants

   down to his knees.  Li Chen had hold of his prick and was aiming it
towards her

   cunt.  When I came in, they both jumped.  Fred instantly rolled off her
and Li Chen

   ran for the bathroom.



   "Oh, excuse me," I said, "I was just looking for our coats.  We have to
leave

   early and I put our coats here." I kept on in this vein while Fred
pulled up his pants

   and zipped them.  "I didn't mean to interrupt anything," I continued,
and kept

   babbling nonsense until I saw Li Chen running down the hallway, past the
bedroom

   door.  Evidently, she had gone out through the other bedroom.  "Sorry
about that," I

   said and followed her.  As I left the room, I noticed her red panties on
the floor.  Oh,

   well, I thought, either Fred gets himself a little souvenir or our host
and hostess get

   something to talk about.



   Just as I was following Li Chen out the front door, I heard the
countdown to

   midnight and the new year starting.  It was freezing outside, so when I
caught up

   with Li Chen, I threw her coat over her shoulders.  She didn't slow
down, just kept

   running to our car.  I could only throw my coat over my shoulders; I
didn't even stop

   to get my arms in the sleeves.



   We both jumped in the car together.  I started it up and headed down the

   driveway.  No sooner had we started then Li Chen turned toward me and
started

   punching me.



   "Bastard," she shouted, "I was all ready!  I wanted that prick." And she

   really pounded me.  The car skidded on the snow as we turned onto the
road from

   the driveway.  It was all I could do to straighten it out while she
continued to flail

   away.  "I wanted to fuck him.  You bastard.  I could practically feel
him up my

   cunt!"



   She clawed at my shirt front, tearing the buttons off as she pulled it
open.

   Then she scratched and beat my chest.  "Bastard!  Bastard!  Bastard!" I
struggled to

   keep the car on the road.  Suddenly she stopped, pulled her skirt up,
and put her

   hand on her pussy.  It came up sopping wet.  "Look how wet I am, you
bastard!" she

   screamed, and pushed her hand in my face.  Her hand reeked of her juices
and she

   began to smear it over my face.  "When I get that wet, I need a cock!"
Now she tore

   at my belt and ripped open my zipper.  She grabbed my cock and pulled on
it.  "You

   understand, you bastard!  I need a cock!" She let mine go and punched me
in the

   stomach.



   I was in pain from her attack, but could do little to ward her off
because I

   had to devote all my efforts to keeping us on the road and not skidding
into another

   car.  Fortunately, since it was just about midnight, there weren't too
many cars on

   the road, and we didn't have far to go to our home.  Another two minutes
of her

   screaming, scratching, flailing, and generally abusing me and we pulled
into our

   driveway.  Luckily the garage door opener hadn't frozen, so I zipped
into the garage.





   As soon as the car stopped, Li Chen leaped from the car, leaving her
coat

   behind, and raced into the house.  With my coat falling on the ground,
my shirt torn

   open, and me holding my pants up with one hand, I chased after her.



   I caught up to her in the bedroom.  She lay on the bed as I had seen her
at the

   party, her blouse and bra wide open, her skirt up at her waist, and her
legs spread.



   "Suck me, Fred, suck me!" she cried.  I buried my face in her pussy. 
She

   was back at the party and I was Fred.  I was watching from bathroom and,
at the

   same time, I was Fred with my mouth on her cunt.



   She grabbed at my hair and pulled me close, as my tongue sank into that

   sopping hole.  She pushed and pulled at my head, rubbing her clit with
it, forcing

   me into her cunt, while I tried to lap up her juices.  "Now," she
yelled, "now Fred,

   now!" and tried to pull me up by my hair.  I slid up her body, pushing
my pants

   down as I went.  Her tit was in my mouth and I clamped my teeth on her
nipple.

   She pressed my face against her tit and rolled back and forth, so that
my mouth

   pulled her nipple this way and that.



   Then she pulled me further up and reached down and grabbed my prick.

   "Put it in, put it in, Fred," she cried and practically tore it off as
she pulled it to her

   cunt.  I buried my cock in her up to my balls.  Fred was fucking my
wife, she was

   getting what she wanted.



   As I began ramming it in and out of her, she raked her nails across my
back

   again and again.  I knew she was drawing blood, but I didn't care.  I
slammed my

   pelvis against hers, pounding my cock in as far as it would go.



   We pulled apart for a moment and she grabbed my balls and dug her nails

   into them, squeezing them and pulling them.  I rolled on my back and
pulled her on

   top of me and drove my prick up into her again.  She was ready to come.
She

   screamed and her fists pounded on me.  I dug my nails into her and
dragged them

   down her back until I reached her ass, then slapped it as hard as I
could in rhythm as

   I pumped my cock up into her.



   Her whole body shook as she came, wave after wave, her eyes closed, her

   mouth open, her head swinging back and forth with her hair flying. 
"Fred!" she

   screamed.



   I slid a finger up her asshole as far as I could reach, felt my prick
sliding up

   and down on the other side of the membrane, and exploded like a volcano.
Over

   and over again I shot my come up her as she continued her frenzy of
spasm after

   spasm.



   Finally, it was over.  Fred was gone.  We collapsed and lay there,
dripping,

   sweating, bleeding, bruised, battered, and thoroughly satisfied.


   THE END