CHRISTMAS DAY AT THE VICARAGE
On Christmas morning, Susanna was feeling rather tense. It was a very busy time at the vicarage, and she was feeling rather neglected, though she expected that would change later in the day. Her tension was, she knew, because of her neglected need for sexual relief. She felt very horny with no chance of relief just yet. Sue had managed to see Sarah in church on Christmas Eve, though she was with her family. An furtive exchange of anxious looks between them was all they could achieve. She was frustrated.
Susanna, the vicar's wife, was enjoying very private intimate relations with Lady Sarah - a well-known and highly respected lady in her late forties, and wife of a local aristocrat. It had started two years earlier, at an official lunch in the Town Hall to mark the four-hundredth anniversary of the town's charter. Sue's husband, Lionel Peter, was the parish vicar, preferring to be called Peter these days, rather than Lionel. He had recently taken over the living from the previous vicar, now retired, and Sue had only met Sarah briefly before. Sarah's husband was an accomplished organist and occasionally played in the parish church.
For several years now, Susanna had accepted a declining sex life with her husband, with the occasional desultory intercourse being more for his benefit than for hers. Her orgasms were always self induced. Well - she thought - they had been married for twenty years after all. She realised that it wasn't really surprising that their love was a bit stale, though Christmas day was usually a special occasion. Of course, Susanna was not aware that her husband, a handsome man, had other hot mature ladies in the parish to satisfy his sex drive, which he took advantage of most weeks.
The vicar and his wife had left their previous parish to escape a scandal which threatened to make their life intolerable. Sue had stupidly fallen into a short affair with the young head chorister, an eighteen year old student who was unable to avoid bragging to his friends. Sue was dumbfounded by his treachery. Her friend, and sometime lover, the headmaster's wife, had come to her rescue. And the headmaster himself had told the young man in no uncertain terms that he would face the police accused of slander against the vicar's wife unless he admitted that the claim was false. Even so, the Bishop thought it wise to move them to a new parish some miles away, to avoid embarrassing gossip in church circles.
So here they were. A small county town with a strong church congregation, with several wealthy and self-important members. Having exchanged what are called meaningful looks across the tables during that life-changing lunch, there was no doubt in Sarah's mind that Susanna was both attractive and in need of some attention. They happened to meet in the ladies powder room afterwards. After a light kiss, which had lasted longer than the usual perfunctory peck, Sarah had found herself kneeling before the vicar's wife, her head beneath her skirt, kissing her crotch and inhaling the scent. Both ladies were bowled over. The promise of a coffee at the vicarage was accepted. And their affair began in earnest.
After a stunning, wild weekend together in London at Sarah's step-son's flat in Dolphin Square, the couple managed to keep their relationship a close secret between them, meeting each week for coffee - and explosive sex. Well, not quite secret. The wealthy Church Warden, Cynthia had intercepted a look between the lovers, after church one Sunday. She had diplomatically tackled Susanna about it and, to cut a long story short, had her own affair with the vicar's wife. Well, hardly affair - more of a one-off session during the summer in Cynthia's conservatory. Susanna had enjoyed the experience enormously, but had no wish to make it a regular occurrence. Both had satisfied their curiosities to a fulfilling climax on that one awesome occasion to remember.
Now, after more than two years since they met, Susanna was beginning to wonder whether or not Sarah's interest in her was waning. The enthusiasm didn't seem to be what it was. Sue was aware of her lover's other lady friends, discreet though they were. She knew Sarah only too well, and was surprised to find herself feeling rather jealous of her other lovers. She also knew of Sarah's internet friends, though was happy for Sarah to indulge online sex. It gave them something to laugh about, and encourage their sexual awareness of each other. But other real lady lovers were different, though she knew in her heart that Sarah's only real love was for her. At least that was her hope.
So in the week before Christmas, on their usual Tuesday coffee morning together, Sarah came to the vicarage rather earlier than usual. Sue wasn't to know that Sarah was feeling so very horny for some reason - eager to make love. Sue was dressed in blouse and jeans. After a kiss 'hello', Sarah hanging her coat on the hall stand, they went into the kitchen where Sue filled the kettle. No sooner had she switched it on, than she felt Sarah put her arms round her, twisting Sue to face her. Their lips clashed in a hard, long passionate kiss, taking Sue rather by surprise by its intensity. Whilst they chewed at each other's mouths, Sarah grappled at the waist band of Sue's jeans, unfastening them impatiently, before pushing them over her hips to shutter to the floor. Her hand slipping down into her knickers, fingers clawed their way between Sue's thighs to find the object of their search. That beautiful, fleshy vulva. Already wet.
They broke for air! Both were panting heavily. It was clear to Sue that her lover wanted much more exploration with her fingers and her lips. Between the thighs in particular. 'Gosh, Sarah. You're wasting no time.'
'I want you, Sue. Need you. Now! This minute.' Sue didn't argue. She pulled Sarah's face to hers and kissed her mouth hard, tongue forcing its way into it. This was more like the old days. Sue's belly was gurgling.
'For God's sake, take me then darling,' she muttered. 'You know I'm all yours.'
Sarah had always been in awe of her lover's vulva since she first set eyes on it. Its glossy hair was so thick that the labia were completely hidden within the curls. But not so the stands of starchy liquid that had seeped onto them, like dew, evidence of her aroused state. They were rippling with tension. When her fingers barely touched the tip of the clitoris, Sue's knees buckled. Sarah's urgency had carried her away. She was suddenly tense and very randy, thrilled at Sarah's need for her.
With Sue's legs crumpling and parting, Sarah had easy access to the most delicious part, sliding her hand between the thighs. Her palm cupped the hairy vulva, feeling the contours of her thick, puckered labia. Very warm and wet already with slippery juices oozing from the vagina. Sarah sighed with pleasure. After lifting her fingers to her nose, to sample the unique scent and taste of Sue's juices scooped onto her fingers, Sarah slowly sank to her knees. She slipped the jeans from her ankles, removing the knickers, before easing Sue's thighs over her shoulders.
Legs splayed well apart, Sarah gazed on one of the most beautiful of sights in the world, wallowing in the heady aroma. So glorious. Adorable. Sarah thought the female vulva one of the wonders of the natural world. And Sue's vulva was a prime example. The personal nectar had gathered in a small pool at the base of the vulva, and was now overflowing, trickling over the ridge, collecting in the center of her coral-colored rosebud. Spreading her finger and thumb either side of the engorged labia, Sarah revealed the wet vagina with its ridges of pink flesh, culminating in a cluster round her delectable passage. Superb!
With a sigh of adoration, Sarah blew gently on the dilating vagina before snaking out her tongue to touch the bloated clitoris. Sue lurched with an involuntary jerk. A gasping cry as the vagina contracted again. Her body rigid, Sue grasped the head and thrust it hard against her juicy labia, the nose pressing against her erect clitoris.
The aroma and taste were delectable sending Sarah wild with unbridled lust. She was hungry for it. Chewing Sue's swollen clit. Sucking at the labia. Taking the whole vulva into her mouth. Eating it. One hand was now under Sue's bra, playing with her right nipple, whilst the other fingered her juice-covered bum, the stiff middle finger slipping inside it.
