Mary closed the bathroom door behind her and slipped the catch over. Alone at last, she leant against the wall and took several deep breaths. She looked in the mirror. "Not bad", she thought, "for a 45 year old. Probably a little plumper than need to be but pleasantly rounded with bumps in the right places."
It was a few minutes ago that her husband Peter, Vicar of St Mathews, had dropped her off at her sister's. Normally she would help her husband with the arrangements for weddings but today was different. Today, Peter was officiating at the marriage of her old flame, Percy, to some young tart he had picked up over the last month. Not being able to face Percy's wedding, Mary had persuaded her husband to bring her to her sister's home. Mary had given the pretext that Julie had some clothes for the forthcoming Church Jumble Sale but omitted to mention that Julie would not be at home.
So here she was, alone in the house with her brother in law. Alan was a good catch for her younger sister. Not as successful as Percy but a darn sight more exciting than Peter, her husband. Mary had always found Alan attractive and fantasised about him fucking her. Peter had turned out to be the model father and a good husband but with a capital B as in Boring. Marital sex was boring unless she fingered herself whilst thinking of Alan or Percy. Now she was alone with Alan and her fantasies were beginning to feel real.
As she left the bathroom and went downstairs, Mary heard Alan shout to her "I'm sorry Mary, but when Julie left for the weekend, she didn't mention you were coming and I have no idea where the clothes are."
"Not to worry Alan, I can pick them up another time. I'll have to stay here though until Peter comes back and picks me up."
"OK, Mary. I'll tell you what; we'll have a rummage together through some old clothes."
A few minutes later Alan and Mary were kneeling in the main bedroom, sorting through old clothes. Mary was aware that the presence of Alan and the excitement of her memories of Percy were causing her nipples to show through the sheer blouse and bra. She wondered whether Alan had noticed. Mary smiled to herself.
Alan had noticed the nipples. However, he thought the view down the front of her blouse when she leant forward occasionally was better as he could see the large breasts rousing themselves.
The day continued to pass with Mary providing occasional glimpses of breast and Alan taking advantage of every opportunity to admire them. They shared a bottle of wine with dinner cooked by Mary. Mary noticed how generously Alan poured the wine and thought about whether she could use this as an excuse to lose her inhibitions. After dinner, they took the bottle through to the living room. Mary sat on the sofa as Alan switched on the TV and took up a seat away from her. He had seen enough breast for now and wanted to see how much leg would be on show when Mary crossed her legs. The answer soon came. He adjusted his position to get a better look and managed to glimpse her stocking tops. White suspenders he wondered. A few more movements in his chair, and an uncomfortable seating position, confirmed the colour.
"You seem to wriggling around a lot, Alan; are you OK."
"Hmm, sorry yes. Well no. This chair is uncomfortable."
"Well come and sit over here then."
More silence as they watched TV and drank their wine. Mary's mobile phone rang. All Alan heard was a no, yes and goodbye.
"What was all that about?" he asked.
"It was Peter. The car won't start so he can't pick me up until he gets it fixed, probably tomorrow. He wanted to know whether I was OK staying the night here."
"Well, yes, of course, no problem."
"Good, because I was thinking …" and with that she turned suddenly to Alan and kissed him full on the lips.
The kiss lasted seconds but to both of them it seemed much longer. Mary pulled herself away.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that. It's the wine."
Alan looked at her. He moved closer and kissed her, forcing her mouth open and putting his tongue in her mouth. Now there was no going back. She responded, pushing herself against him. He put his arm around her, his hand snaking down to cup her breast. A sound of a gasp came from her but she did not break the kiss. His hands moved to unbutton the top button on her blouse. It gave very easily, and his hand snaked inside to squeeze her nipple gently. She broke the kiss enough to get her breath and then she moved forward again, pinning him to the back of the sofa. She pressed her lips to his, smothered his face with kisses. He pushed back, his hand on her thigh, then her stocking top.
"No", she broke the kiss, "not that. It's wrong."
"I'm not so bothered", he whispered, and pulled her hand down and held it against his erection. She gasped but left her hand there as he returned to fondling her breast. He pressed her against the sofa and started gyrating against her hand. His erection grew hard. He pushed against her body. Her hand freed itself from his erection and he now began to rub himself against her breasts. He pulled her right breast from within the bra, pinching her nipple until she squirmed to his touch. With a sudden movement, he pulled her face down on to his crotch and held it there.
"Oh my god", thought Mary, "I can't be doing this, surely. But she was. Alan began to unfasten his trousers, he pulled his zip down, and again he pushed her face against his erection, protected only by his shorts. He started to hump her face. And she let him. Disgusted though she was, she didn't want to break away. His cock began to free itself and for the first time in her boring life, Mary felt a cock against her cheek. She felt the juice of his cock. It was only the tip, but it was her first facial experience.
Alan pulled back; they looked at each other for a split second. Stunned, Mary saw him pull his cock out of his shorts and pull her face against him again. Now there was no doubt. She, a vicar's wife, was being face fucked by her brother in law. And she was letting it happen.
Her mind started to go blank. She could feel the rhythmic pumping of his cock against her face. She could feel its warmth, its hardness, and its juices. She had read about facials and she had fantasised about them. Now it was happening. She was being used and she didn't care. Alan pulled away again.
"I'm going to cum over that pretty face of yours" he whispered.
For a split second nothing happened and then Mary buried her head into his groin, pressing her face against his juicy cock. She was lost. Any pretence of morality long gone. She was going to take his load over her face. The first one. There was no noise other than his heavy breathing. No words of tenderness. It was wanton lust. And then he came. A few small drops against her lips at first, and then a stream of cum which splattered her cheek and forehead. She had been face fucked.
Alan wiped his limp cock against her cheeks to get rid of the residual cum. He sunk back in the sofa breathing deeply. Mary sat in shock. What had she done? Alan seemed unconcerned at what he'd done. He put his cock back inside his trousers and fastened up. Without a second glance at Mary, he turned his attention back to the TV. No comforting arm, no thank you. Just face fucked, cum splattered, now it was time for the TV.
Mary sat in her state of shock for a few minutes. She did not attempt to put her left breast back inside her bra or button up her blouse.
"I'd better clear the glasses away" she stammered. Alan just grunted.
Alan could hear Mary putting the glasses in the dishwasher. He could feel his cock hardening again. He waited until she came back into the living room from the kitchen and strode to meet her. Her face was still cum splattered and he knew she would take it again. He unbuttoned her blouse, unclipped her bra, and pulled both breasts free. He fondled them, raising the nipples so they were as hard as his cock. Gently he pushed her down on her knees.
"Take my trousers off." She did.
"And my shorts." She did, entranced by the erect cock gently swaying just inches from her face. She seemed hypnotised, like the victim of a cobra.
