Coitus Interruptus Coitus Cuckoldus

"Jack? Are you in there? What's going on?" It was Carmen's voice. Jack froze, his cock deeply embedded in Cecile. She was panting and her body was covered with a sheen of sweat. Her orange bra was tied around her like a damp rag and Jack kept kneading her breasts.

"I'm here," said Jack. "I'll come and see you in a fifteen minutes."

"Is Cecile in there? Her mother is on the phone."

"Yes," said Jack, thinking quickly. "Cecile is in here. I've been talking to her about the wedding." And I've got my cock balls-deep in her pussy, he thought.

"Well, open the door and let me give her the phone."

"No, no," said Jack hastily. "I'll send her out right away."

He pushed down on Cecile with all of his weight, driving the breath out of her. "Not a word about this," he whispered. "Or about Isabelle and me. You see what I can do to you."

He slowly pulled his cock out of her and stood up. She lay on the desk for a long moment. Her pussy looked extremely inviting, peeping out between her the ass cheeks of her naked derriere. Finally, Cecile pulled her thong panties up, snugged them on her wet pussy and pulled down her skirt. She pulled her bra back up and plumped her breasts with her hands to settle the cups on the swells. Then she reached up and tied the halter top back on and rolled down her net top. She gave Jack a long stare.

"I hate you," she said, venomously.

But as he watched, a thin trail of her feminine juices leaked out of thong and slid down her inner thigh.

"Yes, but you want me," he said. "Look at how excited you are."

She did not reply, but turned and fled. Jack sat down on the desk again, and looked down at his raging hard on.

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4. The afternoon passed slowly thereafter for Jack. Carmen took Isabelle with her to yet another "final" fitting of her bridal gown. Martin was spending the afternoon with his best man. Cecile was avoiding him. Kelly came by and told him that the two of them were going out for a horseback ride. From his study window, Jack saw the two girls head out to the stables. Cecile had put on knee length riding boots and carried a riding crop, but otherwise had not changed. Kelly had on jeans and a tank top.

Jack went online and answered a few emails, but his mind would not stay on work. After a futile hour in which he managed to do ten minutes worth of work, he decided to seek an alternative. He quickly called his office and was gratified when Farah Hojjat's clipped English accent came on the line.

"Farah, what are you doing this afternoon? I've got a hardon that won't go away and I'd love to fuck you."

Farah did not miss a beat. "I'd love to, Jack, but we have the delegation coming in from Japan this afternoon. With you taking the afternoon off, there's just me to receive them."

Jack thought about it for a moment. Without Farah there to manage, lots of things could go wrong. And the Japanese did not forgive or forget. This was too important a contract to mess up. It was bad enough that he was not there and that they would be met by a woman. He trusted Farah to follow his instructions to the letter and make sure that the delegation received all the attention that they expected. He'd made all the bookings at the finest restaurants and he always used the best escort agency in town.

"Well, you know what to do. Use James as the 'pretend boss' if you want."

James Henderson was one of Jack's silver-haired, aristocratic-looking 'show' managers. He wasn't too smart, but clever enough to keep his mouth shut and do what he was told. It was always useful to use him as the front man in negotiations. It was trick Jack had learnt from the Japanese themselves.

'Leave to me, Jack. And I'll take a rain check on that afternoon of lust,' Farah hung up.

Who to call? At such short notice, Jack was at a loss. He spent the rest of the afternoon trying to work and getting a small amount done. Carmen called and said that she and Isabelle were meeting Martin for dinner at Chez Ritz and asking him to join them. He did not feel up to spending an evening so near and yet so far from Isabelle, so he declined.

Finally, at about seven, he made up his mind. It was a gorgeous, bright summer evening, so he put down the top of his Jaguar XKE and cranked up the stereo. He called Farah on his cell phone and she called him back moments later with the address information that he wanted. He drove straight there. It was a rather nondescript line of what were rather grandiosely called 'townhouses'. Each had a small single garage and postage stamp front lawn. Jack drove past number 37 slowly and parked around the block.

He made his way nonchalantly up the short path to the front entrance of number 37. The front door was open -- there was a closed screen door to keep out the insects. He opened the screen door and stood for a moment in the hallway. The TV was on in the family room half a flight downstairs and he could hear a baseball game being called. He squatted and craned his neck. He could make out the bald top of a man's head in a Lazy-Boy. There was an empty beer glass on a side table and soft rhythmic snores wafted up the stairs.

He peeked into the living room on the main level. A girl who looked about eighteen or nineteen sat at a battered upright piano, playing with some dexterity. The music carried around the entire house and covered any sound that he made.

Jack took a cautious step into the corridor leading to the kitchen, his footstep muffled by the carpet. A moment later, Trixie Ann emerged from the kitchen, talking into a cordless phone. She saw him and her blue eyes opened wide. Her mouth formed a perfect 'O' and 'Wha ...' escaped from her lips. The person on the phone obviously heard this and she quickly went on, "I'll call you back, Mary Lou. I need to attend to something right now."

Trixie Ann wore a white bikini with frilly high cut panties and a frilly halter-top bra that emphasized her firm and full breasts. She had on strappy platform sandals, a bead choker and a white wristband. One hand went through her blonde ringlets in confusion, while that other hung by her side, still holding the disconnected phone.

"Jack! ... " she began in a harsh stage whisper.

He covered the distance between them in two steps and pushed her back into the kitchen. Backing her against the side-by-side refrigerator, he dropped to his knees. He put his arms around her lower body, cupping and kneading her buttocks in his hands. He buried his face in her crotch and began kissing her vulva through her bikini panties.

"No, Jack, not now, not here," she whispered, attempting to pull his head away from her crotch with her free hand, the phone waving uselessly in the other.

Jack did not listen, but kept at it. Now his fingers found the seam of her panties under the frills and lifted it, allowing his tongue to reach her blonde pubic curls and sensitive bare flesh.

"Don't, don't, OH! Don't, please," she implored. Even so, she grew wet with the realization of her amorous dreams of the weeks past.

Jack's tongue worked expertly to stimulate her and when her quickened breathing began to give her away, he pulled the crotch of her panties aside to allow his tongue direct access to her clitoris.

"OMIGOD!" she could not suppress the cry of shock and pleasure as his tongue touched and teased her clit. Jack's tongue pranced around, tapping and exciting her clit and then lapping around the walls of her vulva. Her breathing was hoarse and ragged as she struggled to not make a sound. Her fingers gripped his hair tightly and her hips began to rotate. Jack knew she was close to losing control altogether. He could not resist one more turn of the screw. Still kissing and licking her vulva, he pulled open the freezer door and grabbed two ice cubes from the icemaker. With one smooth motion, he leaned away and pushed one and then the other ice cube into her wet cunt.

He stood up and kissed her full on the lips, pushing his tongue coated with her sexual fluids into her mouth. He pulled her panties back over her vulva, while his hand continued to knead her crotch and hold the ice cubes in her cunt. This was too much for her. With Jack's lips and invading tongue muffling her panting gasps, she began to come. Her hips juddered and her free hand on his shoulder clenched with every contraction.

Panting, with a sheen of perspiration on her brow, Trixie Ann was still conscious of where she was.

'"Please, Jack, don't make me do this," she whispered urgently. "My whole family is home now. I'll come out to motel later this evening ... "

"Now or never, Trixie Ann," Jack said. Twisting her arm behind her back, with the other hand still massaging her crotch, he propelled her out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. As they mounted the stairs, he glanced at the daughter still practicing, the loud music and her concentration making her oblivious to her mother's condition. "Play on," thought Jack with a bit of a gloat, "I'm just about to fuck your mother!"

As they entered the master bedroom, Trixie Ann pleaded, 'At least shut the door, Jack!' Jack complied and pushed it shut. However, it did not latch and hung open just a crack.

He pulled her panties off and pushed her onto the wide bed. The two ice cubes, now much smaller, slipped out of her cunt and fell on the bed.

'You wanted to be fucked on the bed, didn't you, Trixie Ann?' Jack said sardonically. 'Let's do it then.'

She was on her hands and knees on the bed and unwittingly raised her ass invitingly as she tried to turn and face him. He quickly stripped off his trousers and shirt and got on the bed, one arm encircling her waist. She still tried to negotiate.

"Jack, really, this is madness! Please go away. I promise I'll come and sleep with you tonight ... "

However, it was very presence of her family and the fact that they were in her marriage bed that added to her allure. What Cecile had turned on was now heightened -- he was fully engorged and erect. He pushed her forward till her arms were resting on the headboard and positioned himself doggie style behind her. With one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her belly, he prodded with his huge cock till it found her wet slit.

Trixie Ann felt his naked cockhead and suddenly began to struggle.

"Jack!" she hissed. "I'm ovulating! You've got to use a condom, there are some in the nightstand."

Jack ignored her and lifted her slightly and pushed smoothly, encasing his cockhead in her vagina.

"Jack! Did you hear me? I'm in my most fertile period, I'll get pregnant!"

Her communication had the opposite effect to what she intended. The thought that he could impregnate Trixie Ann made Jack harder and more excited. There was no way he was going to use a condom.

"Don't!" she moaned as she felt him thrust his huge cock deeper, impaling her on inch after inch of steel hard flesh. Her grip on the headboard tensed as he angled his body to gain maximum penetration. Fully sheathed in her, his cockhead pushed at the gates of her cervix and he lay there for a few moments, letting her feel the fullness of him in her. She felt engorged, so full and tight around him that she thought her vaginal walls could feel every vein and ridge of his massive dick. She had made herself wet many times thinking about just this, but the reality far outweighed the fantasy!

Slowly, he pulled an inch back and rammed back home. He quickly gained speed and rhythm. He was rougher than she had imagined in her fantasies, ramming into her like a piston. The wet slap of his mount against her round buttocks echoed around the bedroom. The bed swayed and creaked, the headroom striking the wall in a steady thud. Downstairs, Judy paused playing for a moment cocked her head at the steady thudding coming from overhead. She thought she could hear something from upstairs. It sounded like his mother panting when she ran on the treadmill, but it seemed different somehow. She listened for a few minutes, but when the thudding and high pitched panting persisted, she shook her head and returned to her playing.

Trixie Ann knew she going to come again and picked up a pillow. She stuffed it in her mouth just in time -- biting down, her screams and cries came out as hoarse squeaks. Her body was now covered with sweat and writhed and twisted in her passion. Jack's stored up lust could not last. He came as well, continuing to pound her pussy as he sprayed his copious load into her womb. They both collapsed on her bed.

Jack regained his composure quickly and after toweling himself off in the bathroom, was dressed and by the bed again. Trixie Ann was still in the throes of her afterglow.

"God, Jack, you're such a bastard," she breathed. "You fuck me in my own home, in my marriage bed. You ignore me when I tell you to use a condom, that I'm ovulating. I can't believe your nerve ..."

Her bikini bra was soaked through and her nipples were still hard. He pushed the bra up and kneaded a naked breast roughly in each hand. As he had done on their previous encounter, he tweaked her hardened nipples brutally, drawing squeals from her. He made sure that he would leave bruises.

"Just call me when you want to fuck again, Trixie Ann," he said. "I know you'll want to." He turned and left.

Judy, who had finished her practice, saw him in the hall. He blew her a kiss as he walked out the front door. Gentle snores still emanated from the family room.