Thursday. Even the word sent a shiver down Suzie's spine that ended up in her nether regions as a warm glow. Sinful, that's what it was. Sinful. If only her husband did not spend Thursday to Friday, sometimes Saturday, away at another Parish.
Several weeks ago, Suzie had had her first encounter with Jed's manhood, (See The Lady and the Tramp) and now she could hardly imagine life without it. Only one week a month would she not be pinned down by the mid fifties labourer, and he had decided he needed not go without even if she did. On the fourth of those sinful Thursdays, Jed had been told that she was off limits due to her time of the month.
“Aye, well, just slide down yer seat a tad an' we'll see,” he responded.
A little confused, Suzie, local vicars wife and socially respected lady, did as Jed ordered and looked on, confused as he straddled her and lowered his grubby track suit bottoms.
“Um, Jed?” was all she could manage before the big purple helmet slid between her lips.
There were some muffled noises but nothing to bother Jed. Whatever she may have tried to say was of no importance to him, he just held her head firmly between his strong hands, still smelling of earth from the weeding, and pumped her mouth with his hard on.
“Suck, like a lolly,” he told her, ignoring the fact that she was near to choking.
Suzie knew of fellatio, but had never even considered doing it. Least of all for a smelly, sweat flavoured old tramp in her own kitchen. Rather than carry on complaining, or trying to around the vast mouthful, she decided she had best concentrate on not choking, for her own well being.
Jed ploughed on, not looking at anything but visualizing the face of the woman that worked in the petrol station. He had long wanted to face fuck her, with her thick red lips, and he was using this opportunity for a little fantasizing. Suzie was completely oblivious to the second way in which she was being used.
After what seemed an age, Suzie felt she had some element of control, enough to not cough and splutter, and caught sight of herself in the reflective silver tea pot. She came, hard, in an instant.
Groaning out her orgasm, Suzie looked at the face of a respectable woman sucking hard on, or being, well, face fucked by, a grubby old tramp, and enjoying the sensation of being just a sex object. Jed kept pumping.
Suzie had just come down from her high when Jed stiffened and his hard meat jumped in her mouth. A warm, slightly salty liquid, almost of the consistency of the Gaviscon liquid she used for heartburn, leapt into the back of her mouth from the head of the throbbing member that rested on the end of her tongue.
“Good girl,” Jed said as she coughed and gulped, trying hard not to throw up as she accidentally swallowed his whole load.
She had made haste to the bathroom to clean her teeth and use half a bottle of mouthwash, and stayed there until Jed had surely gone back to weeding the cemetery.
Blushing at the memory, even more so at how that memory excited her, Suzie set about the house work until it was time to go upstairs and remove her under clothes. Enough of her lingerie had fallen to Jeds straightforward way of undressing her, but of course she must keep a dress on, just in case someone arrived unexpectedly.
Jed saw her walking through the postern gate wearing a heavy coat, open, with her hands in her pockets. It was a cold day, and as she turned toward him, he saw how her left nipple was rock hard, both the cold and the knowledge of what would soon be done to her, he reckoned.
Suzie started as Jed stood up. She hadn't actually noticed him amid the headstones, and he took her by surprise.
"Oh Heavens, there you are,” she gasped. “Tea's up,” she told him, and hurried off nervously. Jed grinned and followed her slowly.
As usual, Suzie held the conversation while Jed offered the odd word or grunt. She was telling him how Jason, her Vicar husband, was trying to organise some snow clearance volunteers for the elderly, should they be needed, in Bannerfield Major, when Jed drained the last of his second cup of tea, he then stood up. Now, would he shower first, or take her and then shower? He varied it just to keep his victim more tense than she would otherwise be.
She stood, Jed went to the utility room, and she sighed heavily, both relieved and disappointed. She cleared the table and washed up, and sat back down to wait. Her quim tingled.
The door opened and a firm, fit Jed stepped through. Totally naked.
“Arr,” he grunted. Suzie knew that was Jed for, 'Get 'em off then.' She stood up and unzipped the dress, letting it slip down, catching the garment before it hit the floor and folding it over a chair back, neatly.
Roughly, Jed folded her forwards over the table and inserted a stiff middle finger into her dampness, all the way to the last knuckle in one push, as was his way. With his left hand he reached round and began to flick her button, revelling in the loss of control it caused his willing recipient.
Suzie came quickly under the rough handling of her tramp lover. Wearing just flat shoes and a stupid lopsided grin, the Vicar's wife let herself go, to become the harlot, the, yes slut, that she could be only on a Thursday while her dear husband was at one of his two other parishes.
