Suzie was relieved. Sam, the postman had been sacked. Several house wives had complained about him being improper and three had recorded evidence. This meant she was only being unfaithful to her vicar husband Jason, with Jed.
Jed lived in an old caravan in a field, out of the way, and did odd jobs. One was weeding the cemetery by the vicarage at Lower Bannerfield. His only change of clothes was supplied by Suzie and Jason weekly, and he showered in an old utilities room by their kitchen, which was where he had first taken Suzie and made her virtually an addict for his attentions.
The vicar of a neighbouring parish of Hazeldown, had been ill, so while his official duties were covered, Suzie had helped out for three weeks by visiting several old and infirm parishioners and doing little jobs for them, like their vicar did when he could. But today was Thursday.
Jed, maybe mid fifties, strong and firm, was a no nonsense say what he thinks type, who cared little for other peoples opinions. Today he had decided to shower before he had his way with the vicars wife. It kept her waiting in anticipation just that little bit longer.
"Arr" said Jed, as he walked naked toward Suzie, his rod swinging as he moved.
Suzie stood and dropped her dress to the floor revealing her naked body. Underwear tended to be at risk where Jed was concerned, so Suzie left it off on Thursday mornings.
Backed up against the sink, Suzie shivered as Jed sucked a nipple into his mouth and quickly worked a middle finger all the way into her dampness. Although she was soon close to cumming, Jed stopped just short of it and knelt down. He was in playful mood, which meant trouble for Suzie.
Jed Pulled her lips apart and flicked her button with his tongue, softly, hard, up and down and left and right, he wound his victim up to the edge and then stopped again. Suzie squealed and pushed down on the top of his head, caught up with a whole mix of feelings. Then, finally, he let it hit her.
Suzie began to melt as her legs buckled and her spine became less supportive than a wet paper bag. Somehow she managed not to fall over, using the sink and Jed's head to lean on while he kept her hyper as long as he could.
By the time Jed had fucked her on her kitchen table with her legs in the air, and with her bent over it, and finishing with her straddling him as he sat on a chair, shooting seed deep inside her hole, Suzie was exhausted. She had cum five times. Known locally as the "The Lady" for her smart but demure look, she felt right then like a proper slut. A satisfied slut, but a slut all the same.
What she hated most about being used by Jed was just how much she loved it. Thursdays had almost become her reason for being.
Friday morning Suzie was expecting the bishop for coffee. She had no idea why he was coming to see her rather than Jason, but she knew Ambrose fairly well. At six foot five, and although fifty two, he was an imposing figure. He had played rugby until forty four, only stopping when a knee injury and church duties forced him to. Although he had gone a little to seed, Ambrose was still a solidly built man.
At ten sharp, Ambrose rang the door bell. Suzie had the coffee ready knowing how the Bishop liked to be on time. She let him in and, after a light hug and a peck on the cheek, led him into the lounge.
Old fashioned like the rest of the place, the lounge was equipped with a three seater red leather sofa with two matching wing back arm chairs. Ambrose took a chair while Suzie perched on the edge of the middle sofa seat, and said, "Shall I be Mum?" and poured the beverages, set out on an oak coffee table.
Niceties over, and Suzie feeling quite nervous knowing that until a short while ago she would have entertained Sam on Friday mornings, she asked to what did she owe the honour of Ambrose' visit.
"Well, since you ask Suzie, I know what you have been doing!" Answered the Bishop.
"Er hem, er?" was all she could manage.
"Come come now," said Ambrose, "you can't have expected it to remain a secret for ever, now could you?"
After a short pregnant pause Suzie, eyes brimming, blurted out;
"Oh dear God in heaven. Oh no. Oh Ambrose, does Jason know? Is he terribly hurt? I just don't know how it happened." Said the vicar's wife, her face in her hands. "I should have reported Jed straight away but it was so, so, well thrilling, Oh I don't know, what should I do Ambrose, what should I do?"
Ambrose thought for several seconds before rising to sit beside the sobbing woman and put an arm round her shoulders. Uttering the usual comforts he gave to crying women, he then said, as Suzie began to get a grip of herself, "Tell me everything, and then we can look at it and sort something out. Tell me everything."
Between bursts of sobbing, Suzie told her husbands immediate superior all about Jed, and after some consideration, Sam as well. It felt good to confess at last, even if it reminded her of what a slut she'd become.
"Oh Suzie, poor dear." Ambrose said softly. "What I really meant was how you had been visiting the old folk in Hazledown. I knew nothing of all this, really."
All she could do was look at Ambrose in total surprise, bordering on shock. She didn't notice until he unhooked her bra one handed, that the Bishop, to whom she had just told her incriminating secret, had pulled down the zip at the back of her plain green dress. He continued to hold her gaze as he slid both items from her shoulders and cupped her left breast in his right hand.
As the big man squeezed her nipple between thumb and forefinger, Suzie realized how wet she was below, from reliving her secret life and shame and the bishops ministrations, and just knew where this morning was headed. Like a runaway train, Suzie the vicar's wife, 'Lady Suzie', respected community leader, was powerless to stop it.
