Alfred was a senior and highly respected member of The Evangelical Church of the Calling. Twice a week he would walk door to door spreading the joyous word. Alfred's wife Jocelyn was fifteen years his senior and supported his church works. They enjoyed their personal relationships but, influenced by their strict religious upbringing, their intimate activities were, what you might call vanilla, and of course very proper. Little did they know, but all that was going to change somewhat.
Three years ago Jocelyn suffered a serious illness and as a result was unable to participate in intercourse. She was still concerned to satisfy Alfred's needs and so a new pattern of behaviors developed. Jocelyn would encourage Alfred to talk to her about his needs and his thoughts in that area. She would then invite him to take his erect penis out. Jocelyn would then take him in her hands and slowly bring him to his climax.
This became a quite regular occurrence and Jocelyn found, rather to her surprise, that she too was coming to enjoy it all very much, perhaps nearly as much as Alfred. Jocelyn always had a little towel handy so that when Alfred reached his peak she would use the towel to collect his semen and avoid any messiness. One day she was not quite quick enough and Alfie spurted into her hand. She could feel the power of his spurts and continued to stroke him spreading his cum over his penis. To Jocelyn's surprise this caused a sudden twitching tugging feeling between her legs. From that time on she only used the little towel for a final clean up.
Jocelyn smiled thinking back to that day. It seemed much longer ago than it really was because so much had changed since then. Two things happened around the same time. The first was when Jocelyn was doing some research for a bible study class. She googled 'literature' but somehow through a misspelling she came across a web site called Literotica. She was shocked, but curious at the same time. After some pondering she decided that as the young adults in her study group were on the internet much more than she was they were also likely to come across sites like this, so she really should know something about them. And so Jocelyn became a frequent reader of various stories on Literotica. She even set up a login for convenience.
The second thing happened exactly two weeks later. Due to her illness Jocelyn often got an ache in her tummy. Alfred had kindly bought her a Hitachi massager (strangely called a magic wand) and she found using this on her tummy to be a great help. On this particular day she moved the massager a little lower than usual so it rested on the top of her pubic bone. As the vibrations spread through her pubic bone she gasped. Goodness me that feels nice, she thought. Slowly she moved the massager around in that area and the feelings just grew and grew. She was amazed by the little moans that seemed to be coming out of her mouth all of their own accord. Following an irresistible force Jocelyn moved the vibrating head even lower until it sat right on the top of her girl bits. Her moans grew louder, then suddenly soared to a shriek and her hips bucked and her whole body jerked as the orgasm crashed over her, coursing through every fibre of her body, going on and on for what felt like an eternity. Slowly Jocelyn came back down until she could finally think about what had happened. She had never known anything like this. On the odd occasion she had experienced a tiny orgasm, but had felt guilty. Her Mother had told her such things were not proper for decent women. Jocelyn now knew her mother was in error. How could anything so amazingly wonderful be wrong?
Nowdays Jocelyn read stories on Literotica most days and she used her massager ..... well that was her business how often she chose to use the massager. Alfie knew nothing about any of this but he was very aware that Jocelyn was encouraging him to become more and more bold about his special pleasure thoughts. He was also aware that Jocelyn enjoyed helping him to his finish more and more. He could hardly believe his eyes on the occasion, after he had spurted copiously into her hand, that she brought her dripping hand to her mouth and licked it. When he said nothing she continued to lick until it was completely clean. 'Guess we won't need the towel anymore.' was her comment. She was much encouraged because she noticed his fading erection was now standing up proudly again. Jocelyn smiled.
On this particular day Jocelyn had not used her massager. She had decided to wait so as to enjoy helping Alfie first and then after he was asleep she would have her own delights. Alfie was in a strange mood and Jocelyn knew something had happened. When she tried to encourage him to tell her things, he went very quiet.
"What is it Alfie? Whats on your mind? You can tell me anything you like."
"Can I really?"
"Yes. You can tell me absolutely anything." Jocelyn responded.
Alfred thought for a bit then decided he would tell her what happened today and see how it went. If she seemed upset, well then he didn't have to tell her everything.
And so Alfie's story began.
It was the middle of the morning when I called on this house on the hill. It was a very private back section. I was standing on a parking area wondering where the door was when I heard a noise nearby. I went through a concealed entrance which opened to a totally private lawn bordered by gardens. I was about to call out but froze, stunned by the scene in front of me. A woman was on her knees with her back to me. It appears she is pulling weeds. She is leaning down and, and .....
"What was she wearing Alfie?"
She was wearing a green dress of a soft silky fabric.
"Let me guess. The soft fabric of her dress was clinging to her hips and bottom showing off her curves."
Yes that's exactly how it was. I could hardly breathe. I knew I should creep away.
"I'm glad you didn't. What happened next?"
I was thinking that I should leave when suddenly she spoke. She must have thought I was her husband because she pulled her dress up onto her hips then moved so that her legs were wide apart and said 'do you like the view?' I couldn't stop myself from moving closer. Somehow I knew her husband was not home. I moved up really close and knelt down behind her. She must have heard me because she sort of giggled then reached for a weed.
"Could you see her pantie gusset then?" Jocelyn asked.
Yes, and when she reached forward it pulled tight against her womanhood.
"Do you mean you could see the outline of her cunt?"
I'd never heard Jocelyn use a naughty word like that before. She almost whispered it. 'Yes I could.' was my response.
