                   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