The Vicars Wife
written by:
Nero

The Vicars wife

Helen felt her knees sinking into the gratifyingly soft, deep pile carpet in their bedroom and looked up as Ken fed his thick dick into her wanton mouth. Her hands naturally fell onto his hips, partly to stop him pushing too much of the meat into her sweet little mouth, and partly for her to position herself on the gorgeous length of cock filling her mouth so completely.

She could just hear the voice of her husband Clive, sitting on the patio below their bedroom window, speaking to one of his parishioners. Being the local Vicar, his work was never 9-5, and 10am on a Saturday morning was as good a time as ever to discuss things.

Helen withdrew Kens cock for a few seconds, and gently ran her tongue along the length, picking up a glorious tear of pre-cum. She looked up at Ken, doe eyed through her bookish glasses, and gently drew the pre-cum juice with her tongue and savoured it in her wet mouth. She heard ken groan, and opened her mouth wide to welcome his throbbing beast back inside her eager mouth.

They initially employed Ken to decorate just their dining room, but after only three days work, he was rodgering Helen over the dining room table, while her dear husband Clive was directly above them in the bathroom taking a shower. Ken was a tall, rough, handsome fellow, with hands like shovels and a dick like a meaty battering ram, he was just what Helen needed to spark the fire that had burning within her for the past few years.

Being fucked by Ken was as about as far removed as possible from Clive's efforts. While Clive's technique would seemingly resemble a demented bird thrashing and fluttering over a nest, being screwed by Ken was a wholly different experience. It was deliberate, firm, probing and so gloriously incessant, like a phallic metronome, gloriously fucking her at a delicious pace.

Helen often felt helpless at the fucking exerted on her by Ken. That first time in the Dining room, after about 5 full minutes of his thick cock fucking her deliciously - she found herself looking over her shoulder at him, expecting him to slow his pace a little and take a breather. But he just kept fucking, screwing, and rodgering her from behind with a calm satisfied look on his face. His hands wandering from holding her gently on the hips, to holding her shoulders, and at times, gently gripping her by the neck while kissing her face and driving his tongue into her mouth. All the while screwing her at this gorgeous pace. His thick long hard throbbing cock, thrusting in and out of her gloriously juicy pussy. Ploughing its sexy furrow through her silky pussy.

Her panties began their journey hitched half way down her thighs, then with the buckling fucking she was receiving, they dropped down to her wilting knees, and then finally resting on her delicate ankles. She stepped out with one ankle, in order to brace herself a little more from the driving force fucking her from behind, leaving her panties dangling delicately on her left ankle, swinging gently in time with the rhythm of Ken's strokes.

The back of her long skirt was gathered around her waist, and Ken had roughly un-tucked her blouse and his hands were firmly holding her gorgeous tits. Squeezing and kneading them, feeling her nipples bounce gently in the palm of his hands, and feeling the glorious weight of them as he screwed her from behind.

Helen was flagging from them onslaught. She could still hear the shower going upstairs and the faint sound of Clive singing to himself. She hoped in way that his shower would stop, in order to bring Ken to heel. Her head bowed down she arched her back forcing herself back against Ken's rhythmic fucking, driving deeper inside her. Ken could sense her climax nearing and picked up his pace a little, like a formula one driver waiting for the optimum moment to drop into top gear, he gently bit her ear and whispered something filthy to her while his pace gently increased and his thrust became firmer.

She groaned for him to fuck her and he stood back a little, forcing his thrusts longer and deeper, feeling his cum readying itself in his balls. He held her firmly with one hand on her waist and the other on the middle of her back as he prepared to fire his cum deep inside her.

Helen felt his dick throb harder, and grow even thicker and longer, and with each stroke into her juicy pussy, his dick fired a thick stream of cum deep inside her. She could feel each ejaculation, and with each thrust came another, like a pump action shot gun, emptying another cartridge, he just kept fucking her and firing cum deep inside her. After about the tenth thrust, she felt his pace finally diminish, and with both hands on her hips, he leant down and kissed her shoulder and neck.

Helen was ruined, it had been many years since she'd been fucked so utterly, and combined with the fact that her hubby Clive was just upstairs during it all, made the whole episode all the more exciting for her. With the sound of the shower switching off upstairs, she hurriedly pulled herself together and tried to rearrange her clothing. She noticed two buttons had come off her blouse during the frantic moments and she turned round to see Ken picking up her panties and smiling as her put them in his pocket after kissing them.

The intervening weeks from that first fuck, found them screwing in most parts of the house. The most daring had to be when Clive was weeding his flowers beds about a hundred yards down the back garden while ken fucked Helen over the kitchen sink. They could both see Clive through the kitchen window, pottering away down the garden while his lovely wife held on tightly to the taps on the sink as their trusty craftsman, decorated the sweet walls within her pussy with yet another load of thick, hot cum.

Helen always felt a huge sense of guilt whenever she cheated on Clive, especially whenever it was as brazen as it was right now, holding Kens dick in both hands and wanking great streams of cum from his gorgeous dick all over their martial bed. But she felt there was a gap in her life that Clive could never fill, and she refused to allow her desires to be unfulfilled. She also could not deny the daring excitement of being screwed by her lover, almost in front of her dear hubby.

She watched another glorious stream of cum fire from Ken's dick like a cannon, and lapped her tongue on the sensitive skin just underneath his helmet, coaxing out every last drop. She squeezed his thick pulsating beast and watched the final thick tear of cum raise to the surface, gleefully teasing it from him while looking up at him like a cheap little slut, desperate to see the satisfaction on her lovers face.

From the sounds of chairs moving and cups being put away outside on the patio, it seemed her husband's meeting was ending, and She could suddenly heard Clive's voice getting louder, and the moment they were in seemed to disappear...

She made her way downstairs still adjusting her clothing as she went, and Ken returned to his step ladder, with a satisfied smile on his face and a spent dick inside his overalls.

To be continued... If there is sufficient interest, I'm thinking of continuing and developing this character and scenario. :-) Love to hear some feedback :-)