Author's note: This is almost certain to be the penultimate part in the Chelsea series and I want to thank all of my readers for their continuing patience. For new readers, it's probably best to begin with Part 1. And please feel free to vote, comment and/or send your feedback. I love hearing from my readers.
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Her husband's sermon was almost at end but Chelsea Collins had heard none of it. Perched high in the back row of the choir, Chelsea's thoughts had been anywhere but on the church service. She was totally incapable of dragging her thoughts away from the newfound sexual delights she had been experiencing in the arms of her step-mother-in-law, Mary Morgan.
Chelsea couldn't believe the change that the past two weeks had wrought in her - two weeks in which her husband's step-mother had come to visit and had effortlessly uncovered and exploited every secret sexual craving of the beautiful 22 year-old; cravings which Chelsea had tried to suppress as wicked, unnatural and sinful; cravings that revolved exclusively around her yearning for other women. But Mary had taught her that those desires were completely natural and much more common than Chelsea would ever have guessed.
Still, while she trusted Mary, Chelsea could not shake the feelings of doubt and shame over her actions that a lifetime of puritanical education had ingrained in her guileless mind. Mary had taken full advantage of Chelsea, exploiting her innocence and her petite young body. But what Chelsea was most ashamed of was that she had loved every second it.
So now she vacillated constantly between exquisite feelings of sexual liberation and deep trepidation at the possible consequences of her erotic awakening. Foremost was her terror that her husband would find out and she would be exposed and vilified by his entire congregation. But equally strong in Mary's conflicted consciousness was the knowledge that she could never go back to the way she had been before - when her outward contentment was inwardly blighted by a nagging despair. Chelsea knew she could never give up the joy and fulfilment of her sexual awakening.
The service was finally drawing to a close and Chelsea was jerked back to reality. She had to cross her arms over her chest to hide the tell-tale peaks of her nipples and she squeezed her thighs together beneath her conservative skirt to try to relieve the yearning ache in her pussy. As usual after the early service, her husband David would be gone for three hours - travelling to the outlying church of his extensive rural parish for a mid-morning service - and Chelsea couldn't wait to get back to the rectory and back into Mary's arms.
So it was with deep disappointment that she entered the sitting room to find Mary seated on the sofa with another woman, deep in conversation. Chelsea recognised the second woman immediately as Janet Deane, the confident, rather pushy head of the church's women's auxiliary.
Mary smiled at Chelsea and said: "Hello my darling - I'm sure you know Janet Deane don't you?"
The other woman swivelled to look up at Chelsea, casting a blatantly appraising look at her and saying with cool smile: "Of course I know Chelsea. How was church this morning my dear?"
Chelsea felt a small thrill wash through her body at the hungry look in Janet Deane's eyes. But she dismissed the feeling as a product of her overwrought imagination.
"Oh - um - it was fine. David has - ah - left for the other service."
Mary smiled at Chelsea's nervousness. "Yes we know dear and that's why Janet has come to visit. Come and sit with us." The two women moved apart and Janet patted the sofa, inviting Chelsea to sit between them. The suggestion in Mary's words - and Janet's look - made Chelsea's pulse quicken. Her heightened sexual radar detected a motive in this meeting and she felt both fear and excitement as she sat between the two middle-aged women. She glanced nervously from one to the other. Mary was dressed in a knitted top that clung seductively to the bold thrust of her breasts and the motherly swell of her belly. Janet was in another of the figure-hugging dresses she always favoured, this one in a navy blue fabric with a plunging neckline that showed off almost all of one breast as she sat half turned towards Chelsea. The young minister's wife couldn't help looking at the creamy flesh of Janet's full breast with just a hint of dark areola showing above the black lace of her cut-away bra. Chelsea swallowed and blushed when Janet detected her gaze.
"Now," said Mary, in a business-like way, taking one of Chelsea's hands in hers. "Remember I told you I knew someone who could - um - look after you when I return to Sydney next week? Yes? Good. Well Janet is that special friend."
Chelsea glanced at Janet in alarm but Janet merely smiled and took Chelsea's other hand, clasping it in both of hers and squeezing it warmly.
"Don't be alarmed my dear," Janet said softly. "Mary has told me about your - um - situation and you have my complete sympathy. Mary and I both know what it's like to be stuck in a - shall we say - less than inspiring marriage." She swapped a knowing smile with Mary and the two older women leaned across in front of Chelsea to exchange a brief but deep kiss. Chelsea's nipples tingled as she watched the women's lips join - and glimpsed the meeting of their wet willing tongues.
"You see," said Janet, drawing back. "We're all very special friends here and we know how important it is to be discreet." She squeezed Chelsea's hand again. "Now, tell me my dear. Have you enjoyed the lessons that Mary has been giving you?"
