It is dark, and the new normal. There are wars, extreme weather, prices going up, rich people getting richer, politicians breaking promises, and the council being short of money. Covid is still around, but people are no longer wearing masks and the little town looks much as before. People are in their beds (or someone's bed) or on their computers.
Only the cats stalk the streets, in their soft sly way. A cloud uncovers the Moon to reveal a fox crossing the road, and in the churchyard an owl swoops on its tiny prey.
Inside the church there are groans of pleasure as a man pumps inside a woman leaning up against the altar. It is Mr Houseman, giving his all to Miss Palmer, the priest's housekeeper. Father Brown is away, but of course she has the keys, enabling atheist Mr Houseman to commit the sacrilege.
"Yes! Yes!" she cries, and he shoots hard and long.
"Christ, that was good!" he says, and they both laugh.
After the long enforced celibacy of Covid and a certain amount of desperation, he had decided to make a try for one of the few apparently available cunts, that of the new housekeeper of the new priest. It had involved weeks of churchgoing, donations on the plate, a couple of entirely fictional confessions and nods and smiles to her until he managed to speak to her at a coffee morning. A couple more weeks, and he was bold enough to ask if she had anyone special, and if not might she be willing to go out with him. She replied it might be possible.
"What would you like to do?" he asked.
"Well, I could really use a shag," she said, and smiled.
"Unless you think we should wait till marriage, in which case fuck off."
Like Mr Houseman, she had been raised in a strongly Catholic environment and had gone along with it but only out of habit and for the people around her. She was a housekeeper because she needed a job, that's all, and it was a fairly comfortable one. She'd had boyfriends on the quiet, but in a new parish he was the first to ask.
It turned out she was a bit of a goer, anxious to make up for lost time and willing to try anything. She sucked him off. She took anal sometimes. She was amused to put things up his bum. But mainly she wanted as much solid shagging as he could manage, and he was glad to oblige.
They got married in a registry office, but didn't tell anyone. It was better creeping around for secret sex in unusual places.
Councillor Griffiths had his dream come true. No longer a councillor (his wife now fills that role well) he is a she, having been relieved of masculine appendages and hormones, and instead supplied with feminine facilities, now being put to good use by the energetic Police Sergeant Smith. Her precious new vagina is being delightfully distended by a dark dong of impressive dimensions, having a proper pounding before the gift of Ghanaian lovejuice. She doesn't move as he withdraws and gets dressed to go on duty, she just lies there, gaping and feeling the trickle, fully fucked and feminine. Janice the housewife with the black lover!
She is far from the only one. Having made one mistake, Sergeant Smith now confines community outreach to women who for one reason or another cannot conceive. A baby, that is. Most cannot conceive their luck.
Councillor Mrs Griffiths pays Sergeant Smith fifty pounds a week for two visits to Janice (a rare privilege, since he has many demands on his time and todger). She does
not
want to view the spectacle. She used to peg her husband but has no desire to use the strapon dildo on Janice. She gets enough sex from strategic couplings which mean she will be the party candidate in the next general election.
Mr and Mrs Jones took their holidays separately. One looked after the children at the seaside, while the other took a week away abroad for sun and sex. Now they are together, and realise they missed each other and the children more than they could bear. They would make passionate love, were it not for the upset child between them. They really are the perfect couple after all, and want no other.
Mr Thomas revels in the role of cuckold. He is a doting father and is glad to take his pretty brown daughter out while Mummy is enjoying the attentions of other men. He is especially excited about two Chinese students he met outside the city university. They readily agreed to fuck his wife without protection so that he can get another child distinctively different from himself. His wife was pleased to note that their cocks were of good size, and not, as she feared, tiny. They tell her that is the Japanese. At least once a week she is left dripping with Oriental love-juice.
Tonight, while her husband and children are with her mother-in-law, Mrs Thomas is groaning with pleasure as two cocks work her front and back orifices. She was interested to try anal sex - a little painful at first, but surprisingly pleasant once she persisted. (The backdoor-man always has a condom.) The Chinese students are very polite and cooperative. As they are young, she knows there will be a second session later, probably two in a row this time.
After six months she is not pregnant, but happy to continue furthering Anglo-Chinese relations. Mr Thomas has at last worked out that they are not the same two Chinese each time.
There will be no little Chinese babies. Having tried childbirth once, she has taken steps to see that it never happens again. Her husband is unaware that she is also getting served by Sergeants Smith and Dixon. It is a joy to be properly unfaithful again. Any sex is good, but it loses the thrill if your husband knows and approves.
Councillor Fox put his lust ahead of his principles and joined the Green party in hopes to resume congress with Ms Hunter. This was successful, though he had to eat many more vegan meals again, and suffer some deadly boring meetings with her committee. The more fired up she gets politically the more lustful she becomes. Fortunately he's not patriarchal and is happy to lie back and let her do all the work, riding him to her satisfaction, and sucking to work him up for a second (or more) go later. The government has just announced licences for drilling for oil and gas so it could be an exhausting night. (She may well have to turn to her trusty dildo - traditionally handmade in sustainable hardwood by indigenous craftsmen, who have done this ever since a marketing executive thought of it.)
In the morning he will restore this strength by sneaking into Ma Saunders for a full English breakfast with all the forbidden ingredients: bacon, eggs, sausages, and the ultimate sin - white bread fried in bacon fat! (And a pint of proper tea, with real milk.)
Ma Saunders is so happy. Len, her husband's lorry driver lover, has got a new job at the local depot and has moved in with them. It is mainly local work so he can join Mr Saunders in bed most nights. It is simple male love. They are both attracted to the male rather than the female body and enjoy equally fucking and being fucked. As Len is younger he does more fucking. There is a love beyond that, between Ma and Mr Saunders. They don't have sex, but they still have each other in a very special way. She is glad to know of the passion in his bedroom, and he is pleased for the two or three men who visit her each evening. Len is a little like a son for her. The one who died so soon, and then she wasn't able to have any more. Len is such a nice boy, and she's glad they found each other.
Police Chief Superintendent Harris was badly affected by Covid, and had to retire, so lost her dream of being Chief Constable. But she still has hopes for her protégée, Police Inspector Trubshaw. She has suggested that certain wives of influential men might be of interest to a lesbian officer, though Trubshaw is presently determined to stay faithful to her wife, Sergeant Khan. Khan, in turn, has promised that her activities with other officers are limited to handjobs, though she is rather tempted by Sergeant Smith.
