The vicars wife part 1

Mary Spencer looked at herself in the mirror, she had just completed her 40 minute exercise regime a really hard work out she had done daily for more than twenty years. Did Mary like what looked back at her, well at 42 she looked pretty good her 36cc cup tits just sagged a little and the tops of her thighs and butt cheeks showed a little cellulite, but yes she still looked fine. Although at time she wondered the reason why she put in so much effort.
She sat on the end of her bed and started to pull on her everyday 20 denier stockings, not many women wore tights in 1954, as she pulled on her fine white panties her mind drifted to the day ahead not just the day but the month.

Every year in August James her husband went for his three week annual retreat, James Spenser was the village vicar and at 54 twelve years older then Mary and did she know it.
They had married when she was nineteen, Mary so excited she couldn’t contain herself for two years at least she had longed for sex and couldn’t think of anything else. That first night she’d expected fireworks and all she got was a damp squib, James wasn’t a lover he was a taker his tiny penis was in and out in minutes with no foreplay Mary barely felt anything leaving her totally frustrated.

After the first year James got his own perverted sexual ideas, without warning her started to lick her back passage vigorously before sliding his rock hard pencil dick in and coming within a minute. This became Mary’s sex life from then onwards. Not that she didn’t like anal sex she rather liked it, just wished the licking would last a lot longer. Her exercise and bath’s were her saving grace, and of course her filthy mind and fingers.

Has she wandered down for breakfast she was smiling to herself perhaps this August could be better than normal. Mr Bretherton the southern district Anglican architect was bringing a team this morning to work on the church. Mary always enjoyed the thought of the workmen watching her and wondered what they said about her.
St Peters was a 12th century church and required a lot of annual upkeep. Everyone of the 72 pews was to be removed some to be replaced but most would be taken outside sanded back and stained like new, and the choir windows were also to be removed cleaned and replaced.
Normally this work would be done in early spring, but the pews going outside needed hopefully the dry weather of summer. It also meant the workmen would be here a lot longer than normal.

Norma brought Mary back into the present as she carried through her tea and toast, a broad smile across her lips, Norma did breakfast and cleaning each morning she was just 19 a little slow with not a lot to say. In fact the only thing the women had in common was big tits and that smile, but her breakfasts and cleaning duties were top notch.
After breakfast Mary was sat checking some mail, the door bell went and Norma showed Mr Bretherton in to the lounge, he sat explaining what the work entailed whilst continuing looking sideways at her breasts at every opportunity.

Fifteen minutes later he was gone and Mary was heading down the path between the vicarage and the church, Mary’s ass swayed as she walked her thin summer dress doing nothing to contain those wonderful globes.
There were four of them sat waiting in the vestibule, Frank the boss who she new from previous visits, 52 and very tall and slim, the others he introduce Malcolm the trainee only 19, Freddie about 30 and Jacob about 40 and black as her ebony piano keys and really big and ugly.


Mary felt so hot in the church vestibule such a small room and four men all almost strangers and all very close, Mary going through the meal and lodging arrangements. she new it should only take a few minutes but they were deliberately trying to delay her Mary was getting hotter by the second, she could feel the eyes in particular Malcolm virtually stripping her as she stood there, her nipples began to grow and she new if she didn’t escape soon they’d see them through her thin dress, she blustered an excuse and escaped through the open oak doors. Mary leant her back against the door her breath ragged, the sound of laughter in her ears then Malcolm spoke, god those tits did you see her fucking nipples growing shit what a tit wank the vicars wife could give me. Its the ass for me joined in Jacob wonder if she’d fancy 10” of black cock up her anal passage.

Mary escaped to the confines of the vicarage, she was glad that Norma had gone home Mary needed to be on her own to process the events of the last hour. She’d always enjoyed men admiring her and she’d always got pleasure from it, but this was different these weren't local old men and boy’s they were rough crude workmen, and they’d made her nipples stick out a full inch just by being close, and her pussy felt very damp from listening what they’d said about her. Thirty minutes later she came out of her daydream her body had cooled off and now all she had to get back to making some sort of lunch for the workforce.

A while later Malcolm knocked at the door, gone was the bravado of an hour ago now he was a young teenage boy again, looking rather shy as he carried the tray of sandwiches and drinks down the path her eyes followed him tussled hair and broad muscular shoulders. Mary felt quite disappointed he had been so shy.

Sleep came difficult for Mary that night and try as she might the only relief was her fingers bringing herself to a much needed orgasm.
The next two days due to many church visits and tasks meant she only saw the workers from a distance.
Thursday morning would change things forever, she was still finishing her exercise when the phone rang, it was Mr Bretherton, he couldn’t get away and he wanted her to check and pass off the first choir window before the rest of the work could commence.

Only Mary knew why she did, what she did, there was a feeling in the pit of her stomach she’d not felt for year and an itch she needed to scratch.
She showered and dried her body, she selected her sheerest panties she slipped them over her firm muscular thighs the matching bra barely containing her massive tits. Her finest evening sheer stockings came next she clipped them seductively to a tiny tight suspender belt.
Before she selected a dress she applied two coats of her favourite shiny red lipstick and thick eye liner normally saved for special occasions. Oh she’d decided on the dress black and white button through gingham check, she new it was tight and at 3” above the knee too short, she realised when she got it on it was to tight showing the contours of her bra cups clearly. Mary didn’t lose the dress she lost the bra.

As she went through the hall towards the front door, she looked at herself in the long hall mirror yes she looked just like the vamps in the forties movies, her nipples were hard and getting harder poking through her thin tight dress. She pushed one leg forward having the bottom button opened showed just above her knee, she opened another button and her inner thigh came into view.
Her heart was racing as she walked towards the church, she could see Freddie and Malcolm working on the church pews Mary stood tall pushing out her chest and waddling her arse as she walked.

Mary entered the church and almost backed out of her plan, it was as if the two men were expecting her both men were looking directly at her as if they could read her mind. Her resolve quickly returned speaking confidently as she walked towards them, Mr Bretherton can’t get away he as asked me to pass off the first choir window. Yes Mrs Spencer all done, he pointed above her head.

I can’t be expected to inspect the window down here, without looking at either man she put her foot on the first rung of the ladder, before she lifted her other foot she opened a third button on her dress one step up her dress was stretched tight over her firm thigh Mary without hesitation she opened a forth button knowing that as she climbed her inner thigh would come into view to those below. She made sure that this couldn’t be avoided by missing a rung on the ladder stretching so far her skirt slid up her leg exposing her stocking top and stretched suspender belt.

Jacob had read Mary’s intentions from the second she had walked into the church, Frank was now just as aware the other two men were just re-entering the church and could see Jacob ogling the sight above him, and what a sight Mary’s sheer white panties were soaking wet jet black pubic hair gleaming through the thin material along with wet cunt lips red and swollen this was one excited woman.

Mary wanted to ask about the window but when she looked down at Frank all she could manage to stammer was that she was coming down, Jacob made sure that whatever happened he was going to make the most of the opportunity before him.
Mary felt the ladder moving and she gripped on tight, Jacob had deliberately shaken it. Come down Mrs Spencer we’ve got you, she felt the hand on her ankle then her calf as she slowly descended the hand travelled up her leg below her skirt, as it touch her bare skin above her stocking top Mary froze a loud moan escaped her lips.

Time stood still for everyone, then Mary started her descent again Frank called Joe to lock the church door. One step lower and Mary had two men’s hands on her naked inner thighs one of them only inches from her knickers gusset. Then she was on the ground once more, the hands spun her round. Her back up against the ladder the dress was ripped from her body, buttons flying everywhere Mary’s breath was coming in short gasps her big tits rising and falling with excitement.

Then it started, the ugly black Jacob was kissing her his tongue buried itself into Mary’s mouth, she could taste him stale tobacco and toothpaste. He invited her in and she didn’t refuse her tongue following his delving deep into his mouth, while they kissed she felt hands all over her, her tits were being squeezed her nipples now more than an inch long were being stretched even further, then sweet relief someone was licking them holding them between their lips sucking them.

She felt her knickers being slid down her legs, she could feel how sticky they were pulling away from her sopping pussy. As she stepped from her panties she felt something she had never experienced before he was eating her pussy his tongue exploring every crevice as the tongue circled her clit Mary moaned round the tongue in her mouth and orgasmed on a man’s tongue for the first time in her life and loved it.

Only then did she find out who had been the licker and she was shocked, it was none other than the quite Freddie kneeling before her. What came next surprised her even more, the quite Freddie took full control, leading her to the open space at the front of the church his hand squeezing her arse cheeks as they moved. He lay Mary on a massive pile of decorating sheets, she could smell a hint of detergent and paint, the sheet were brought fresh and clean to every job always washed by Franks wife.

Freddie smiled sheepishly down at her before disappearing once more between her legs needing to taste the juices flowing from her cunt.
Mary could see the other workmen approaching each one semi naked and supporting rock hard cocks, she smiled inwardly knowing she was the cause of those hard cocks but panicking a little about what she had got herself into.

She didn’t really get time to worry too much someone was kneeling alongside her head, forcing her to do something she had never done before, her mouth opened willingly to except its first ever fat cock she smiled inwardly loving the taste of man sweat, pee and pre-cum.
Over two hours later Mary sat or rather lay in her armchair, she could feel the sperm drying round her pussy and down her thighs from walking from the church.
Mary felt no shame about what she had done with those men almost complete strangers, but she did feel sorrow that the lack of love in her marriage had driven her to this.

The excitement of what had happened was still clear and so exhilarating rushing through her mind, the young Malcolm full of bravado, but coming in seconds first on her hand and then later within three strokes of starting to fuck her. The other three had made up for Malcolm, she lost track of the orgasms she’d had, but she couldn’t forget those cocks as they’d fucked her, Frank long and slim the first time he was trying to make love with her, the second he was fucking her hard just what she needed. Freddie did nothing but fuck her hard three times pushing her legs wide ramming into her eager cunt loving the fact she didn’t complain that they rode her bareback filling her with hot cum.

Then there was Jacob a man with a massive black cock that never seemed to go soft, his was the first spunk she had ever tasted his cock buried deep in her throat and god when he’d fucked her she’d never wanted him to stop driving into her telling her how much they all wanted her what a good slut wife she was. When eventually it was finishing it was Jacob who dressed her as best he could in her ruined dress fastening ir round the waist with his own belt, the last thing he did was run his index finger slowly across her outer cunt lips whispering softly, come at nine in the morning I want you for my breakfast. She was sat dozing in the chair when she remembered what she’d seen through the window when she’d ran into the vicarage, Frank talking to Norma and Lady Laycock who lived with her husband in the next property, the conversation seemed intense, but soon ended with Frank rushing towards the village with Norma and Lady Laycock walking away hand in hand.
The vicars wife can take us a a wonderful road if you’d like more.