Ashley Thomas and his wife his wife Laurel had a quite satisfying if at times boring sex life. They made love in a rather conventional fashion, once or twice a week.
As the vicar of Emmerdale, he appeared to his parishioners as a staid, honest and straightforward man of the cloth. But every now and then he would act out a fantasy he had held since theological college.
He had told Laurel about this fantasy, one morning after a particular hectic and satisfying love making session. As Laurel lay back into the pillow she stroked Ashley's chest and said, "I love you Ashley, I worship you, I would do anything for you."
At the word, anything, Ashley finally broached a subject that had been on his mind for weeks.
"Well Laurel, there is something I have always fantasised about, doing, but never found the courage to ask."
"What is it?" asked Laurel.
When he described his fantasy, she was shocked and said "no way," but seeing the disappointment in his eyes, eventually said "OK, I'm up for it, just let me get used to the idea, then I will do it, but I still think its weird."
Ashley was overjoyed and in a rare occurrence, they made love again, Ashley seeming more relaxed, lasted for ages, giving Laurel several intense and very pleasurable orgasms.
Tonight was going to be one of Ashley's fantasy nights, he could hardly wait.
The kids were safely tucked up in bed, the sheet was in place and Ashley Thomas, vicar of Emmerdale, lay on the bed naked except for his clerical dog collar. In his hand he held four pieces of black silk cloth and was already very ready for the entrance of Laurel.
Laurel had been preparing, a main ingredient of the event, and then got ready.
She stepped into the bedroom, and as always Ashley gave out a gasp of astonishment.
She was almost naked. All she wore was a black suspender belt , pink nylon stockings and a pair of four inch, black stiletto shoes . In her hands she held the main ingredients of Ashley's fantasy, Body chocolate and aerosol cream.
Laurel, putting on a low sexy voice, said "Well hello big boy, ready for some action?"
Ashley gulped and was amazed that a vicars wife could look and sound as Laurel did, standing beside the bed.
Laurel took the black silks from him and tied his ankles to the foot of the bed. Then as the fantasy dictated, she leaned over him to tie the wrists, as she did so, her right breast rested on his mouth. He placed his lips over the nipple and began to suckle like a baby. Although Lauren enjoyed this, the script was she had to slap him lightly and pull her breast away. This was repeated on the other side.