Susanna, the vicar's wife, was enjoying very private intimate relations with Sarah - a well-known and highly respected lady in her mid forties, and wife of a local aristocrat - whom she first met at an official lunch of the local district authority. The women's close relations developed quickly, and had been going on for several weeks, when one Sunday morning after the church service, during coffee in the Parish Hall, despite their great care, a brief, though incautious hooking of little fingers, coupled with a 'special' look between them was intercepted by Cynthia, the Church Warden.
Cynthia immediately recognized the meaning of that exchange. Naturally, she became very curious. Susanna was a very attractive lady just turned forty, whom Cynthia fancies herself. Although she had joined Susanna for coffee at the vicarage, she had yet to return the compliment. Perhaps she could persuade Susanna to join her for coffee, perhaps a session on her sun-bed. Perhaps ...?
Cynthia, though not yet sixty, was a wealthy widow whose husband died over two years ago. A highly successful cosmetic surgeon of international renown, he amassed a fortune, mostly invested through a capital investment management company, yielding his widow a sizeable income, besides a generous pension. A car accident cut his life short, leaving Cynthia, at the age of fifty-six, a widow with two grown children, both married with children of their own. She was, of course, bitterly upset at the tragic accident, and the grieving period lasted many months, before she was able to come to terms with her situation.
The first thing she did, with the advice of her son, was to move into a new house, to get away from the old memories infesting her present large detached Edwardian property in the executive belt of the city. In addition, being in a half acre of land, the upkeep was substantial. Her son, whose business was in real estate, arranged the sale through a suitable agent for approaching three quarters of a million, and found her a more appropriate modern property, though she still insisted on having a five-bedroom detached house, for less than half a million. She spent money transforming her new home into a personal haven of luxury, with every possible convenience for her and guests - though she has few close friends and her only guests were her children.
Of course, with a husband in the cosmetic surgery industry, Cynthia always kept at the height of physical attractiveness and fitness. When he was alive, she was expected to be an example of his profession when accompanying him. Her skin was smooth and clear - thanks to a continuous course of expensive creams and facial massage - giving her the appearance of a woman easily ten years younger.
Thankfully, her figure required no help from her husband's skills to retain a perfect feminine shape, which, in spite of having delivered two children, was in excellent shape. She undertook regular keep-fit classes and private bodily massage by an efficient, attractive, responsible young woman called Adele. The massage occasionally included attention to the soft, private area between her thighs, resulting in relaxing orgasms for Cynthia. She came to look forward to these massages, with those sensitive fingers gently probing her secret womanly parts, giving her delightful sensations in her loins and delicious fulfilling climaxes. Adele was very adept at giving satisfaction in an undemanding way - apart from her fee, of course.
A very attractive woman, Cynthia could have easily found a younger man to share her life, allowing her to lead a full and happy existence. But she was very wary that such a man, though looking after her physical needs, would be rather more interested in what she owned than what she offered. This would never allow her to relax with a gentleman friend, nor to trust one fully. As a consequence, Cynthia sought solace by artificial means of satisfaction until recently, when another widow, equally as wealthy as Cynthia, began to show interest in her.
Moving into a new home had brought Cynthia to a new parish in the city where the lady in question - Anne - welcomed her to the congregation. When Cynthia learnt that Anne was a retired masseur, they started mutual massage sessions on Cynthia's sun-bed, which eventually developed into more adventurous massage, with heavy sex activities, leading to oral stimulation, which resulted in delicious orgasms for each of them.
The sun bed was a permanent feature of the luxury conservatory, lavishly filled with shrubs and plants, kept a temperature and humidity necessary for their well-being. The floor was covered with ceramic tiles, slightly tilted to allow water to drain into a gully and out to a drainage system. Other deep relaxing chairs were also kept in the warm, sun-filled room. Well, when there was a sun of course! Cynthia loved relaxing among the exotic flowers and plants, reading or listening to her favorite music.
After moving into the new area, to occupy her mind, she threw herself into the affairs of the church, and, as a means of repaying the kindness of the church, and the vicar - the Rev Lionel Swanson - Cynthia made generous donations to the restoration fund, helping out in the Parish office, which brought her into contact with the administrators. Much to her surprise, she had not been in the parish very long, when the position of Church Warden became vacant. She found herself nominated, then appointed to the post!
It was only to be expected that she would meet Susanna in the course of her Church Warden duties, though the vicar's wife did not get too involved with administration, leaving all that to the Deacon, the Parish Administrator, and their helpers. Susanna was anxious not to interfere with their duties. But a generous contributor to the church funds had to be nurtured!
So it was that Cynthia got invited to the vicarage for coffee, finding Susanna a charming and friendly lady. Although turned forty years of age, Susanna looked rather younger, with a fairly tall trim slender figure. Had she not worn flat heels, she would have been a very elegant height, with her long shapely legs adding to the image. Cynthia was very taken with her in every way! They gossiped, as women do, about other people in the parish, the WI and the price of petrol in the local garage.
It was during their chat over coffee at the vicarage one morning following the incident at church, when Cynthia had intercepted a special look between Susanna and Lady Sarah, that Cynthia told Susanna all about her masseur friend - though only implying the physical extent of the massage - and suggested to Susanna that she must come round to visit and have a session on her sun-bed. Then, out of the blue, she asked Susanna.
'I hope you don't think I'm being nosey, and don't answer if you don't want to, but I can't get over a feeling I have that there's something rather... er... special between you and Lady Sarah.'
'What makes you think that?'
Cynthia noted the caution in Susanna's tone.
'I'm being personal now, Susanna, sorry... but I noticed the look you gave each other last Sunday during coffee - touching little fingers. That could only mean one thing to me.'
'What thing, Cynthia?'
The older woman paused before replying. 'Look! You both have very busy husbands. I have nothing whatever against a bit of romance between two charming ladies. I have ... I must admit ... my own secret relationship.'
'Then what interests you in mine?'
