The Weekend Pt 01 7

All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.

©Andyhm 2015

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I've placed this story in the loving wives category, although it could just as easily be in Romance or Erotic novels. Please let me know if you think I was wrong. But be warned I will delete non-constructive and insulting anonymous comments! If you are looking for a BTB or cuckold story I give you fair warning stop reading now you are only going to waste your time.

The whole story is over forty-three thousand words so I've split it into three parts. Unusually for me all three parts are finished and will be submitted on sequential days.

Having said that I feel this story needs an explication. When I first started reading stories on Literotica I discovered several stories in the 'get out of jail free' or 'free pass' style. The best example 'That Damned Valentine's Day Card' by Tx Tall Tales. That story specifically intrigued me and was probably the genesis of the decision that I'd like to try and write a tale on Literotica myself. Whilst I love that story, and have read it to death. I always felt that it fell a tad short of perfection and hint, hint, Tx, it seriously needs a sequel (which this is most definitely not).

This story is my interpretation of what a "Get out of jail free' story could look like. At no point do I claim this is better than Tx Tall Tales offering and if you haven't read his, I urge you to do so. It's the inspiration for this story. I like to build up my stories with a fair degree of background and in this case I really needed to explain why a completely rationale man would consider offering his wife-to-be, the opportunity to stray, if only once. And what happens to the main characters, when she finally decides to take him up on his offer.

This is my homage to this style of tale and I hope you enjoy it. It's full of discussion because it's my belief that normal people try to talk out their problems and not resort to excessive violence.

I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this story. Any remaining errors are all mine.

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The Weekend. Part 1

Prologue:

Many moons ago, well almost ten years to be precise. I did, what I now realise was a very foolish thing. At the time it seemed an extremely logical response to a situation that looked like it was about to get away from me and I was going to lose the love of my life. But given my current circumstance, it was, as you are about to find out, looking like I was about to lose everything I held dear as a result.

What happened all those years ago you ask? Well I'd just proposed to my girlfriend in the most romantic way I could think of. On a moonlit beach in Thailand, and instead of saying yes as I and all our friends had expected she wrapped my fingers back around the ring I'd just offered to her and she'd placed her mouth close to my ear so only I could hear those four fateful words.

"We need to talk."

I'd kept on smiling, mostly because I didn't know what else to do, and she'd smiled back at me. Our friends all assumed she'd said yes. They all crowded around her and while they were all occupied, I took the opportunity to slip away. I snagged a cool bag with a pack of beer and an almost full bottle of vodka and walked off down the beach.

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Many moons previously:

I'd met Karen a year earlier at one of the many university late summer balls. I say I met her but in reality she literally fell into my arms. She stumbled as she walked past me and I instinctively put out my arms to catch her. I held her tight, staring into the most mesmerising pair of blue eyes I'd ever seen.

I don't know why I did it, but I just couldn't help myself. I gave her a big kiss. She started, then relaxed and gave back as good as she got. They say when you meet the one for you it's like an electric shock that passes between you. Not true, at least in my case. For me it was like pins and needles where our skin touched. A sensation that grew and grew for as long as we touched.

After our lips parted and she recovered her equilibrium, and I managed to regain a modicum of normality I said hi.

She looked at me with those mesmerising eyes and wrinkled her cute nose. She said, "I suppose now that you've tasted the delights of my lips you should introduce yourself."

While still holding her in my arms I told her my name. "Hi beautiful lips, I'm Neil, Neil de Jong."

She raised her eyebrows in a mute question.

"Yah, I know it's an unusual name. I inherited from my Dutch father, but mums English," I explained as I had many times before, "I've lived here most of my life." I gabbled on not wanting to let her walk away, "My parents and my baby sister moved back to Holland last year to take over the family farm." I stopped talking as I saw her looking at me with the beginning of a smile creasing her lips.

"So Neil de Jong do you usually kiss women who fall into your arms?"

"Only the very pretty ones," I replied. "And whose delicious tasting lips did I just enjoy?"

She giggled, "I'm Karen."

"Well Karen of the delightful lips, I thank you for the loan of your lips I really enjoyed them."

She gave the most delightful little laugh and took my hand. "Are you here with someone," she asked?

I shook my head, "No one special, just my flat mates. They are probably propping up the bar."

She gestured at a table across the room with two women seated at it, "Come and join us, I'm with my flat mates as well, Cindy and Jill."

She turned and taking my hand we started in their direction. Her long blond hair swept down her back, contrasting against the black silk of her formal gown. She stood five foot ten in her three-inch heels, she was slim and from what I could see from her cleavage, had full firm breasts. Thee dress was cut in such a way I was hoping she'd start taking deep breaths

We walked over and she introduced me to her friends as the kiss stealer who'd saved her from falling on her arse.

The rest of the evening was extremely pleasant, my two flat mates Paul and Mike joined us and the six of us partied the night away. Karen and I ended the evening sipping champagne from the bottle we'd liberated. I sat with my back against a tree, she had her head resting on my thigh and I gently stroked her long blond hair. Every now and again she would capture my hand and bring it to her mouth and kiss it. We watched as the sun rose over the trees lining the far bank of the river.

I knew I was falling in love with the beautiful woman lying by my side, and from her actions I felt sure she felt something for me. We'd talked through the evening. She was in her last year studying for a degree in business and economics, and she was twenty-one. Her full name was Karen Phillips and her family lived in Cornwall.

She in turn found out that I was twenty-six and I was on my last year of studying for my doctorate in biochemistry.

We met up again later in the week and the magic from that wonderful evening still infused us. After a slightly sticky start we ended the date in my bed where we confirmed that our compatibility was complete and all encompassing.

Over the months we became a couple. I felt that she was so in tune with me, we could talk for hours, baring our souls before falling into bed and consuming each other. Our friends knew it would be only time before I asked her to marry me.

The best thing was our ability to talk, there didn't seem to be an issue that we couldn't discuss. But I thought could sense the briefest of hesitation from her whenever I would discuss our future. I guessed that it was because of the difference in our ages. She would occasionally comment on how much more world-wise I was compared to her, and how she wanted to see the world. I tried to reassure her with promises of travel and adventure but it didn't seem to work. She would just shrug it off and say how much she loved me.

There was one other thing that I never understood. Despite the fact she spent most of her free time with me, she never formally moved in; she kept her room in her old flat. She was happy to leave clothes and books in my room, in fact she took over more than half of my drawers and wardrobe. But now and again she would call me and let me know that she'd be staying over in her old room for the night and I wasn't to disturb her.

Deep down I was plagued with a sense that this was all a dream and I'd wake up. She was young, beautiful and very popular; I wasn't. At parties she attracted good looking students and even some of the faculty like bees to a honey pot. She was polite but never strayed far from my side. I didn't understand what she saw in me. I had to keep pinching myself every time I saw her just to convince myself that it wasn't a dream. I was the quiet studious type. I was five foot eleven and reasonably fit. Mainly as a result of the rowing I did in the little spare time I had. But I wasn't a team player, I rowed single sculls. The peace and tranquility of an early morning on the river reinvigorated my soul.

Because of this insecurity I even ended up following her one night when she called to say she was staying at her flat that night.

Of course nothing happened. She met up with Cindy and Jill at a local pub. They were joined by a fourth woman, a former flatmate called Pauline. The four of them went out for a meal and then back to the flat for the rest of the night. I sat shivering on a cold park bench until the lights went out at two-thirty in the morning. All I achieved for my efforts was a nasty chest infection, and a realisation that like all of us, she occasionally needed her own space.

I hate to use the hackneyed term 'soul mate' but that's what she was to me. We flew to the Netherlands for Christmas to meet my parents and she got the seal of approval from both my mother and my Dutch grandparents. They live on dairy farm in Brabant. My sister fell in love with her and swore if I screwed this up she'd never talk to me again.

I was invited to celebrate New Year with her and her family in Padstow in Cornwall. They lived in a rambling old farmhouse overlooking the sea, a mile outside the village. Her parents were very nice as was her older brother. Her older sister Robyn was a bit odd with me. I thought she liked me, but every now and again I'd glimpse what I felt was a fleeting look of pity when she looked at me.

On New Year's Eve the house filled up with their friends and family. Karen kept disappearing into huddles with a group of girls she'd gone to school with. She was so happy introducing me to her friends, wrapping herself around me as though proving a point.

I noticed Robyn watching me intently. Late on New Year's Eve when she was more than a couple of drinks worse for wear, she cornered me.

She turned to me and said earnestly, "How do you cope with her flat mates and...?" Her voice trailed off.

"What do you mean?"

She gave me a deep soul baring look and was about to answer when Karen interrupted us and dragged me away to meet her cousin who'd just arrived.

Later I saw Robyn and Karen in an animated discussion in the hall that turned into a hug when they saw me looking. Karen reached out and pulled me in close to her and said in my ear, "I love you so much it makes my chest hurt."

Robyn said, "She does you know, I've never seen her like this with a man since she was old enough to attract them."

"Robyn!" Karen exclaimed, and Robyn laughed and wandered off.

I was walking on air for the rest of the evening.

Her father wanted a talk later the next day. We retreated to his study and he poured me a glass of whiskey.

"So what are your intentions regarding my daughter," he asked?

I looked at him earnestly and said, "I've two sir, to get my doctorate, and when the time is right ask Karen to marry me."

"Please don't call me sir, I'm Charles."

"Thank you."

"So when would you ask her then?"

"After she's graduated. We want to go traveling over the summer and I thought I'd ask her then."

"So where are you thinking of going?"

"Karen has been talked about going to Australia and New Zealand, I have a nice legacy that my aunt left me so I can easily cover our expenses. Some of our friends are going to Thailand over the summer and we'd like to meet up with them for a couple of weeks on our way there."

I took a sip from my glass. "I've already been offered a great research job after I get my doctorate. It's with a major cancer research centre, and they've offered to find us a place to live."

He smiled, "That sound like a worthwhile job. I think you are just what my daughter needs. She talks about you all the time, I'd be happy if you were to join our family." He held out his hand and I shook it.

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The next few months passed in a blur for us as we each prepared for our final exams, and I struggled to finish my dissertation. Our sex life improved and she all but moved in with me. Except as before, every couple of weeks she would go out with her old flat mates and a couple of other girlfriends and spend the night in her old room. On one occasion they all disappeared for a weekend at a country house spa and she teased me with the barest of descriptions.

We spent Easter in Paris. We spent our days exploring the sites and the museums. The evenings the bars and restaurants, and the nights our bodies. Recharged and invigorated we entered headlong into the last couple of months of our university education. For those months we barely saw each other, collapsing in bed, and cuddling at the end of long days studying.

I remember walking out of my final exam felling as though I'd been put through the wringer. I collapsed on a bench in the quadrangle, utterly exhausted. Karen had finish hers a week earlier and I realised I hadn't seen her since that evening we'd celebrated her last exam.

I sat still enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face for what seemed like ages until I registered a presence beside me and a warm hand took mine. I opened my eyes and once again I fell headlong into her mesmerising blue eyes.

"I missed you," I told her.

"And I missed you," she said softly. "You were so immersed in your studying I stayed at my old flat to give you your room."

"Don't ever leave me again," I whispered. And she wrapped her arms around me in a mute promise.

We made our way back to the flat and fell onto my bed in a frenzy of undressing. The sex was amazing, her body responding to my every move with a wild abandonment. Mine was eager to please her in every way she desired or imagined.

The next few weeks were a flurry of activity as we prepared to move out of our various rooms. I wasn't going to start my research post until the beginning of September as the apartment they'd arranged for me wouldn't be ready until then. So I was going home for the summer.

In May both our family's came to watch us graduate. My parents and my younger sister flew over from Holland. Karen revived her degree, a first. Towards the end of the ceremony another candidate and I received our doctorates.

Karen had a similar problem, she had found a position in the marketing team of a medium-sized advertising agency in the same town. They had agreed to honour her holiday plans. She was due to start work next week and because my place wasn't ready she was going to stay with one of her ex-flat mates who lived close by. The only problem was Pauline's flat was apparently too small for me to stay in as well, nor was Pauline happy when one time I showed up unannounced. It was only for a few weeks until our trip started so I just grinned and bore it.

The first week in July saw eight of us on a flight to Bangkok, and for Karen and me the first two weeks of our trip. Our companions were Cindy and Jill plus two of her ex-flat mates, Samantha and Georgie who were in a lesbian relationship. The remaining members of the party were my old flat mates. We were going to spend two weeks in Thailand with the others before she and I went on to Australia and New Zealand for a month. The others were going to stay a further two weeks.

I had rented the beach front villa near Phuket for the group on the understanding that for the two weeks we were there, Karen and I got the main bedroom. There were three other bedrooms and in the original agreement: the girls got two while the boys the last. But there seemed to be a fair amount of bedsurfing going on, so you were never too sure who was going to appear from which room. They seemed to be playing a complex version of bedroom shuffle in a last gasp celebration of their student life. I think we were all nervous as to what the future would bring us. I know I was for more than one reason. Tucked away in a hidden corner of my back pack was my grandmother's diamond and sapphire engagement ring. I was just waiting for the right opportunity to ask her.

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We'd been in Thailand for the best part of a week and we'd been having a great time with our friends. Partying in the local bars and barbecuing on the beach in front of the villa. One day, I'd hired a scooter so we could get a bit of time away from the others. That morning Karen and I had driven along the coast a few miles until we spotted a track heading for the sea. At the end was a small isolated cove and it was completely free of other people. We were quick to claim it for queen and country, spreading our towels as makeshift flags.

Karen sat up on her towel and grasped the hem of her tee-shirt, gradually lifting the garment off and over her head. There is a point in such an action when the woman's face is buried inside the shirt and her body is on show. She cannot see anything and it makes her feel sexy and at the same time vulnerable. She left it like that for a moment or two, as if to show her absolute trust, before lifting it clear and dropping it on the sand. She was smiling. She knew what she had done and what she was doing to me.

The bikini top was pure semi translucent white, barely covering her breasts. I stared and she looked smug as she caught the direction of my gaze. She stood and I gazed up. She undid the clasp on her shorts and slowly pushed down the zip. The shorts made their way to the floor, revealing the micro bikini bottom. She picked up her shorts and, turning away, folded them and placed them on her beach bag. She was quite conscious that she was barely hiding the lower part of her bottom, the cheeks peeping from beneath the revealing bikini bottom, and her cleft tantalizingly half-hidden by such flimsy fabric. God, I loved this woman. My body responded in the only way it could and my cock grew hard tenting out my shorts.

She lay back on the towel and removed the bikini top and with one eye on me began to spread suntan oil over her firm ripe exposed breasts. Her full pink nipples stood proud and inviting. I took the bottle from her and took over the application. She sighed and wrapped her arm around the back of my neck drawing my mouth down to her lips as I massaged the oil onto her breasts. Her nipples hardened under my palms and she groaned in anticipation and need.

Running my slippery fingers down her abdomen I slid them under the fabric of her bikini bottoms and let my fingers curl protectively over her mons.

"Oh God, I love it when you touch me there," she gasped and spread her legs inviting me to plunder further. I untied the ties at the side of the bikini bottoms and with a slight of hand made them disappear. Her little blond tuft drew me down and she shuddered as I licked along her succulent pussy lips, tasting the sweet honey of her arousal. I licked and sucked her clit, my arousal painfully pressing against the hot sand.