This story is total fantasy and does not include any underage sex or cruelty.
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I felt very nervous knowing that in the following week, Father Flynn would be visiting Bruce and myself and deciding what my penance should be for formal absolution.
When I spoke to Mrs Miller about the visit she was quite cheerful and told me "Don't worry, Mrs Ross, he is a lovely man and is so experienced."
When Bruce and I talked it over he seemed even more concerned than I was. He told me "He is quite an old man but he is very imposing at the meetings I attend every week." That was my impression as well, although I didn't attend as many joint meetings as my husband.
I could see that Bruce was agitated and not telling me everything. I felt he was hiding something from me. I kept badgering him until he cracked. He explained that although Father Flynn was quite an old man, someone on the Finance Committee had said that he was a big man.
I was puzzled and asked "What do you mean by 'big man' Bruce. He is an old man and has quite a normal sort of build.
Bruce looked uncomfortable "You know Lucille. He is very 'big'." He emphasized the word 'big'.
I was still mystified and kept badgering Bruce to explain more. Finally he cracked "Someone said he had a big penis."
I was astonished. I had never associated a priest, especially an old man to be big in that area and asked "Are you really saying that someone said he had a big penis?"
Bruce was blustering "Well not exactly those words Lucille."
I was worried, but also getting irritated "Well come on Bruce. What exactly was said?"
He was bright red but came out with it "They said the old man had a huge prick."
I felt myself go all strange and muttered "A huge prick. An old priest with a huge prick." My imagination ran wild.
Bruce nodded "Actually someone else said it is not just big, it is massive, with a huge knob on the end."
"Gods it sounds like Brian's."
He nodded "Maybe bigger."
It was very noticeable to both of us that whilst we had for many years talked about things like this in our secret taboo fantasies, we were now talking about real people and real things were happening to us.
Things which had been fantasies were now becoming a reality. In the background there were also outrageous fantasies which now seemed to have a good chance of becoming real.
We both recognized that our marriage was changing dramatically and for some strange reason neither of us were making objections. With our wonderful family support and our own basic talents we had always had a very favoured life style. We could both see the gradual change. We weren't actually volunteering for these changes but we were very willingly drifting along with them
It was the same with our relationships with Mrs Miller and her son Brian. Here again things were changing almost imperceptibly.
For over a month now I had been aware that my husband had been obtaining my underwear to give to young Brian. At least twice a week my panties were being handed over.
After it had happened that first time, Bruce had told me about it and asked if it was OK for him to carry on. It made me feel squishy, but obviously I couldn't allow myself to be complicit in such actions so I simply told him that it was men's business and I didn't want to be involved.
It was noticeable that those same panties would turn up a few days later in pristine condition, beautifully ironed and smelling of perfumed water. I realised that Mrs Miller was involved somehow.
I very often used the CCTV system to observe my husband in the shed working. This wasn't a spy system and I knew he frequently watched me in the kitchen or bedroom or any room in the house. We could, if we chose, turn the thing off to stop being observed but neither of us ever did. I think that deep down we both wanted to be watched.
Just as my working arrangements with Mrs Miller were changing, so was my husband and Brian. Bruce had taught the young lad so well that he had become and expert with the Bakelite boards and very often it would be Brian finishing off some of the technical items as my husband swept the shed at the end of the day.
Brian was still very respectful of Bruce but it was clear that they had a very open way of dealing with each other and genuinely liked each other. Following that first upset when the Millers had started to work for us Bruce was obviously very careful not to upset young Brian.
I was entranced one morning as I casually had a cup of coffee watching Brian on the CCTV doing some intricate circuit work as my husband entered the shed.
Brian stopped his work for a moment and looked anxiously at my husband and muttered "Have you got them, Mr Ross? Have you got her dirty knickers for me?"
I felt shocked as it was so direct but I had wondered how they did this exchange so I turned up the sound so that I didn't miss anything. I watched as Bruce nodded "Yes I have them Bri. Do you have the ones I gave you on Friday?"
I saw Brian take out a lovely clean bag and handed it to my husband and knew they were my other panties which presumably Mrs Miller had washed.
Bruce took out a small paper bag. Brian was impatient "Which ones are they Mr Ross?"
Bruce looked quite pleased with himself as he drew out a pair of my drawers and handed them to the young lad saying "They are her white lace knickers, Bri. You like them."
I watched as Brian took them eagerly in his hand and brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Bruce looked on anxiously "Are they the ones you like Bri. Are they OK?"
Brian lowered the material from his face "They are great Mr Ross. They are the small lacy ones. They have been right up her. I can smell her cunt."
Bruce looked pleased with himself "I can get her pink ones on Friday if you want them Bri."
Brian nodded "Thanks Mr Ross, I like those. They are the silk ones which show up the marks."
"That's right Bri."
Suddenly Brian changed the subject "Did you fuck her last night, Mr Ross?"
I could see Bruce looking uncomfortable "No, Bri. Not last night. She said I wasn't big enough for her."
