Vicar's wife Stories

Part One The words appeared on the screen with no greeting, no apology, just the message. “At training. Need you. Come now!” Then there was the address of the gym. Alison stood in the kitchen with her hands still damp, the tea towel bunched in her fist. Oh God, he must be hurt, she thought. She felt a thrill that he needed her, a thrill that he had reached out to her. Not Laura, her! Behind her, the tap dripped into the w...

Part One The polite chatter of the fete, the smell of cut grass, felt like a different world. Yesterday, David Warwick had been fucking her ass for the third time. Now she was expected to smile and inspect the cakes on the stall in front of her. “An obedient slut.” The words drifted through her head, and a familiar heat coiled low in her belly. Her anxiety wasn’t just about Tyson. His demands had kept her so busy that she...

Alison jumped out of the taxi and looked up at the building towering above her. The message had arrived two days ago and was so Tyson-like: “Meet Thursday, 2 pm, Hotel City, Room 1001. Don’t be late.” She smoothed down the pretty summer dress that she had bought specially. It had been a carefully judged purchase, attractive enough (she hoped) to please Tyson, not too expensive or sexy to incur Timothy’s displeasure. Under...

Part one It was Sunday afternoon, and Timothy had received a sudden and unexpected call from the Bishop. Then, like the obedient puppy he was, off he went on some important business. He would not be back till very late. Alison grimaced slightly at the sarcastic tone that she had used in her mind about Timothy's sudden departure. She was never sarcastic before, well, before Tyson came along. The handfork in her hand plunge...

As Alison had told herself repeatedly, it had to stop! And stop it appeared to. At least Tyson did not call again, and two weeks slowly passed. What Alison had no idea of was that Tyson was away fighting. He had a two-week camp, followed by the bout. The fight was over in less than three rounds. Tyson connected with a beautiful upper cut, and as usual, no opponent could recover from that. A flurry of punches later, the re...

As I sat on the couch with Pam, I found it challenging to understand the intimate details of her life that she had shared with me. Why had her husband told her to stay on the pill? I wanted to ask, but something told me this wasn't the time. Pam's blouse was straining against the weight of her massive tits. She was showing a little cleavage; it was enough to excite. I thought it better to tell Pam I appreciated what she t...