The Lady and the tramp 3 - What would the Bishop say? - Sex Stories

The Lady and the tramp 3 - What would the Bishop say?

S uzie was relieved. Sam, the postman had been sacked. Several house wives had complained about him being improper and three had recorded evidence. This meant she was only being unfaithful to her vicar husband Jason, with Jed. Jed lived in an old caravan in a field, out of the way, and did odd jobs. One was weeding the cemetery by the vicarage at Lower Bannerfield. His only change of clothes was supplied by Suzie and Jason weekly, and he showered in an old utilities room by their kitchen, which was where he had first taken Suzie and made her virtually an addict for his attentions. The vicar of a neighbouring parish of Hazeldown, had been ill, so while his official duties were covered, Suzie had helped out for three weeks by visiting several old and infirm parishioners and doing little jobs for them, like their vicar did when he could. But today was Thursday. Jed, maybe mid-fifties, strong and firm, was a no nonsense say what he thinks type, who cared little for other people’s opinions. Today he had decided to shower before he had his way with the vicars wife. It kept her waiting in anticipation just that little bit longer. “Arr,” said Jed, as he walked naked toward Suzie, his rod swinging as he moved. Suzie stood and dropped her dress to the floor revealing her naked body. Underwear tended to be at risk where Jed was concerned, so Suzie left it off on Thursday mornings. Backed up against the sink, Suzie shivered as Jed sucked a nipple into his mouth and quickly worked a ...

... middle finger all the way into her dampness. Although she was soon close to cumming, Jed stopped just short of it and knelt down. He was in playful mood, which meant trouble for Suzie. Jed pulled her lips apart and flicked her button with his tongue, softly, hard, up and down and left and right, he wound his victim up to the edge and then stopped again. Suzie squealed and pushed down on the top of his head, caught up with a whole mix of feelings. Then, finally, he let it hit her. Suzie began to melt as her legs buckled and her spine became less supportive than a wet paper bag. Somehow, she managed not to fall over, using the sink and Jed's head to lean on while he kept her hyper as long as he could. By the time Jed had fucked her on her kitchen table with her legs in the air, and with her bent over it, and finishing with her straddling him as he sat on a chair, shooting seed deep inside her hole, Suzie was exhausted. She had cum five times. Known locally as the “The Lady” for her smart but demure look, she felt right then like a proper slut. A satisfied slut, but a slut all the same. What she hated most about being used by Jed was just how much she loved it. Thursdays had almost become her reason for being. Friday morning Suzie was expecting the bishop for coffee. She had no idea why he was coming to see her rather than Jason, but she knew Ambrose fairly well. At six foot five, and although fifty-two, he was an imposing figure. He had played rugby until forty-four, only stopping ...