(Lady Sappho enjoyed reading my stories about the Vicar's Wife, as I enjoyed reading her erotic tales. We exchanged thoughts about them on line and it was she who suggested that we write a joint story about an encounter with my lover. This is her story told in her own inimitable erotic style, edited by me and added to where appropriate. The first part is written from her point of view, whilst the second part from mine.)
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I always knew that Sue and Sarah were very careful ladies. They cared deeply about the health and vitality of their village. The devoted hours of their time to charity bazaars, clubs for the elderly, fetes for the children and good works for the church. They were well loved by their families and well respected by everyone. They also had a secret which they took great care to protect. Chance or fate had brought them to the village, destiny or maybe even something more mystical, had helped them find each other. Every Tuesday and Thursday morning, they made tender and passionate love.
As the vicar's wife, Sue was more inclined to believe in divine intervention as the key to the joy she had found with Sarah - faith wasn't compulsory for her role, but why, she thought, turn down the possibility of a company benefit? Real and sincere though her love and desire for Sarah was, she was acutely conscious of the need to emulate Caesar's wife - she might not regard her affair with Sarah as infidelity in the strictest sense, nor as shameful in any sense, but most of her husband's congregation would. She had no truck with illiberal Anglican curmudgeons who rant at anything with a hint of passion, but she knew well enough that no church would forgive a clergyman with a scandalous wife.
She was, therefore and understandably, shocked and frightened by the note and attachment that fell through her door that Tuesday morning five minutes after Sarah left.
Sarah had every reason to want to preserve her marriage and her reputation. Even so, she accepted that however much she had to lose should her affair with Sue be discovered, the consequences for her lover were infinitely more serious. Of course, she no more anticipated the note that fell through her door, but the distress she heard in her lover's voice as soon as she picked up the telephone made her instantly anxious. She walked briskly back to the vicarage, the crisp white envelope inanimate and inert next to her pounding heart.
With tears barely held back they sat side-by-side on a sofa overlooking the garden to examine the source of their disquiet. Two identical envelopes contained two identical notes, handwritten on thick, expensive paper.
Attached to each were slightly different photographs of the same scene: Sue, naked, her head thrown back in rapture, her elbows playing inharmonious chords on an open piano behind, hypnotized by the loving attention of a woman whose face was buried between her naked thighs. Few would have had any difficulty recognizing Sarah from the cut of her hair or the distinctive rings on the hand rapturously caressing Sue's right breast.
"What will we do?" Sue begged.
"Exactly what we're told," Sarah replied.
Pretending to be engaged in nothing of even the lightest importance, Sarah got up early, showered, dressed, breakfasted and left her husband to look after the house and the staff. She drove the ancient, choking Volvo round to the vicarage and waited, as silently as the old car would allow, for Sue to walk down the drive, her face etched pensively. In silence, they drove to the appointed place, parked in the appointed car park, walked along the appointed path. They were both familiar with the managed and protected woodland they had been brought to, both apprehensive and completely uncertain where the specific path they were on ended.
Stopping suddenly to check the note clasped tight in her hand, Sarah whispered: "Here." Taking a visibly nervous Sue by the hand she led them into the narrowest of gaps through a cluster of trees - a gap few, they both trusted, would notice let alone use, unless someone pointed it out. Who, they wondered in uneasy silence, had brought them to this place?
Through the trees they entered a hollow, warmed by the early morning summer sun, scented by the random sprinkling of wild flowers. "There," Sarah sighed, pointing to a large checkered blanket smoothed flat beneath the arms of a majestic oak. As they walked onto the blanket Sarah felt Sue shaking nervously.
"Hush," she whispered, pulling her friend close to her and holding her tight, kissing her hair lightly. "Hush," she repeated, "we just get through it, just do it, maybe we ..."
"What?" Sue cried, her voice only a step or two back from a sob, "enjoy it ... enjoy putting on a show for some frustrated old Harridan."
"Yes," Sarah replied, "yes, that's exactly what we do. Don't you see, whoever and whatever the mysterious Madam S is, Harridan, Harlot or Heavenly Angel, we can't let her feel like we're her playthings."
"That's just what we are, toys in some dirty game. Why are we here? - because she's got photographs we daren't risk her sharing with anyone else ... and soon she'll have more!"
"But she's obviously not going to share them, is she? Sure, she's probably hiding somewhere in those trees right now as excited as a bitch on heat, but she's a voyeur not a blackmailer. As you said, she's already got photographs we daren't risk her sharing ... which she's used to get us here."
"Exactly."
"Sue, darling," Sarah whispered, combing her lover's hair from her sad face, "trust me, I know I'm right. Whoever has got us here has done so solely for her own pleasure - OK, yes, I'm sure she's going to take more photographs, but for her own amusement ..."
"But her note ..."
"... told us to come here - it didn't actually threaten us if we didn't, we just assumed we had no choice ..."
"... so we can just leave now?"
"Well," Sarah pondered, "I suppose, if I'm right, yeah, we could." Silent in thought for a moment she gently caressed Sue's shoulders, loving as always the feel of her lover's warm body beneath her fingers. "But why should we? This place is a lot safer than the vicarage - let's face it, we've been in danger of getting 'caught' since the day you first seduced me ..."
"... I seduced you!"
"OK, since we seduced each other."
The two lovers stood still and silent for a moment, speaking only through the look in their eyes and the gentleness of their touch. They had made love many times, finding in each other and for each other, depths of passion and sensual expression neither had imagined possible. Though both had enjoyed, and occasionally worried about, moments of curiosity before falling into each other's arms, the moment they had actually fallen into each other's arms had been a shock.
Almost without realizing it was happening, they became close friends so quickly that one accidental and innocently intimate embrace in the ladies room of the Parish Hall, after the official lunch, led to a kiss of such passion that they simply could not resist, breathless and confused though they were, rushing their hands up and down each other's body.
"Phew - but not here darling. Anyone could come in!" Sarah smoothed down my skirt.
"Come for coffee,' insisted a flustered Sue.
And that was it for the time being. Having agreed to meet at the vicarage when circumstances allowed, the get-together happened sooner than they could have imagined.
Steered by some magical intuition, they had pulled each other into the study, undressed hurriedly and surrendered to the gifted calm of Sapphic desire. It was a desire they had delighted in ever since. It was a desire that, notwithstanding the unreasonable iniquity that had brought them to this place, they could not deny lived strong inside them - irresistibly strong.
As if wanting to recreate all the first-time passion of that first kiss, Sue let her head fall slightly to one side, opened her mouth and pulled Sarah close. As they kissed they caressed, as they caressed they undressed. As they undressed they lost themselves, just as always, in the comfort and beautiful expectation of sensual fulfilment that their love always brought them.
Just as Sarah had guessed, I sat twenty feet away, hidden but not really hiding, a voyeur, not a threat - too young to be a Harridan, too discerning to be a Harlot, but too impious to be an Angel. Too impious, I have to confess, to resist a burning desire to seduce a vicar's wife. To that extent, Sarah had misjudged me. Of course I had no intention of using my photographs to cause them harm - they were for my continued pleasure; though the pleasure I intended winning for myself went beyond just watching.
Even so, for now, I was content to watch and amuse myself. I took a few pictures of them caressing, semi-naked now, their loving hands glancing up and down their firm thighs and buttocks. They were women in their prime - still beautiful, still blessed with smooth creamy skin, still lithe and supple, but also deliciously mature and beguiling. I put my camera down and just watched as they finished undressing, enjoying with shameless want the look and scent of their lovely bodies - their full yet soft breasts, darkly alluring nipples and achingly desirable pussies.
As they knelt together on the smooth and expensive blanket I had provided, woven according to the label from the finest lamb's wool, I slowly unbuttoned my sleeveless blouse and caressed the familiarly warm and soft roundness of my breasts, feeling my nipples harden in my palm, feeling my heart racing beneath. While Sarah tenderly kissed Sue's beautifully aroused nipples, one after the other, I slid my favorite fingers down to my hot, waiting sex. While Sue casually ran her fingers between her plump labia, happily lost to the pleasure of Sarah's kiss, I copied her - pressing my knickers into the juiciness of my vulva. I wanted to feel my first orgasm - oozing, creamy and wanton - through the faux-virginal-purity of cool white cotton. I wanted to come with Sue.
In truth, I wanted much more besides. I wanted to come with Sue and for her. I wanted her to feel and taste me while I came. I wanted to have her for my own. I wanted to hear her crying out for more and more as my tongue worked her magic. I wanted to hear her beg for me to love her and please her for ever ... and I wanted to do all that with Sarah nearby, watching and accepting the joy her lover would find beneath my touch.
I continued to watch them, watch as Sarah's kisses eased down Sue's wonderful body - a body I desired so much. I watched as Sue's fingers began to squeeze and caress her clitoris more ardently - a clitoris I wanted sp much. I envied Sarah so as she entwined her lips and tongue with Sue's fingers, tasting and pleasing the lady's delicious vagina.
