I was in a coffee shop with my friend James when he informed me that he was moving back to Falmouth to take over the family business. Before we parted he confided in me about something that had happened to him a short while before. Apparently he had seduced a local vicar’s wife, Debbie, and had started a brief affair with her and despite her religious convictions she had been a very enthusiastic lover and on one occasion even had a threesome with a friend of his! He asked me to never mention this to anyone.

I was surprised and intrigued.

This made me wonder if I could pick up from where James had left off so I decided to go to the Anglican church where Debbie’s husband, the vicar was administering to his flock. On Sunday the church was half empty at mass, some elderly people and the occasional young family who clearly felt that going to church would guide their child to a moral life or at the very least a good school. At the end of the service I spotted Debbie, a shortish conservatively dressed woman with a friendly round face who was chatting individually to the parishioners. When a lull in the throng of tea drinking and shortbread eating old dears occurred I jumped in and introduced myself as a friend of James and I saw a sudden look of shock on her pretty face. I suggested meeting up for a coffee the following day to discuss a project she might be interested in. She lowered her eyes and quickly agreed and more or less dismissed me on the spot.

At 11 the following morning I was waiting in Costa’s and wondering if she would show up.

She did, 10 minutes late, all very apologetic and subdued. She tried to explain what had happened with James.

“It was a very big mistake and I feel terribly bad about it. I have a wonderful husband and two kids, it was a moment of madness and he had promised me he would keep quiet about it!”

We chatted for a while and apart from being very sensual she was an  interesting and lively conversationalist and I liked her immediately.

I then dropped the bombshell and said I wanted to carry on where James had left off. She looked horrified and I could see her brain working out all the options and risks if she refused.

“What do you want from me?” She asked.

“To start off with I want you to come round to my place for a coffee and we can talk about things further. Don’t worry I won’t force you to do anything. Here is my phone number should you decide to cancel“ I gave her my address so as to at least make her feel safe.

“You can treat me as your long term project, to try and convert an atheist to some form of spiritual life?”

She left looking quite upset and anxious.

I didn’t really think she would turn up...but she did.

She had a tweedy jacket and jeans. “I told you you didn’t have to come, but I am glad you did”

With that I pushed her against a wall in the corridor and immediately cradled her head in my hands and kissed her. Despite being taken aback she responded passionately and I slid one hand down to her crotch. My fingers unbuttoned her trousers and unzipped her front. I slipped my fingers on her clit and then her pussy which was by then flooded with juices. I spread the juices onto her now swollen clit. She feigned a tentative protest. I could feel her kissing and her heavy breathing, her body pushing and squirming against mine. Within minutes she suddenly and unexpectedly came on my fingers.

“I am so sorry’ she whimpered. She tidied herself up and I just told her she could  leave but that I liked her and that she should get in touch in two weeks time if she wanted to develop things further.

“You do realise I feel very bad about this and I love my husband dearly and I am grateful that you are not going to pursue this” were her last plaintive words as she left my flat.

I left it at that, she was too nice to pressure her into doing things. So I was very surprised when two weeks later my phone pinged and a txt appeared from an unverified number.

“Hello, Debbie here. It was very nice meeting you and I did so enjoy our chats. Can we meet again but without any sexual stuff?”

“Let me know and just come round. Chatting to you was very nice.”

I was sure that in reality she did not  just want to talk, that she was ready for sex. In some women the urge gets steadily stronger, the frustration more intense until they are ready and desperate to be fucked and I felt Debbie was one of those women.

The following Thursday the doorbell rang and Debbie stepped inside. Again she was wearing her Sunday school outfit which ironically made her even more desirable.

I gave her a tour of the flat and told her I would never force anything on her which I think reassured her.

In the bedroom while she looked at a painting on the wall I came up behind her and put my hands on her tummy. I kissed the back of her neck (her hair was held up high by some clips) and whispered in her ear that I wanted to see her naked and promising we would refrain from having full sex. She whimpered and moaned and when I turned her round we kissed passionately. She was hungry and I held her hair tightly as I kissed her neck and pushed her hand  to my trouser front. She left it there. My hand slid under her knee length skirt up to her knickers....to my surprise she didn’t have any. How slutty was that when to the outside world she projected an image of primness and after she told me she did not want to have sex.

Her pussy was soaking again.

I unzipped the skirt and it fell to the floor. I unbuttoned her shirt and un clipped her bra. With her help they also fell to the floor. I ordered her to lie on the bed. She really was attractive, a shapely figure with nice firm breasts, a lovely neck and that sweet round face with big lips.

Before she could say anything I fell on top of her and kissed her. My cock was already hard. Her legs were closed but as I kissed her they gently parted.

“You know this is wrong of us. I am married.  Leviticus in the bible says that the punishment for fornicators like us  is death by stoning” . My cock rested on her pussy and I rubbed it up and down to test her resolve which made her squirm with excitement. She had obviously forgotten about the stoning.

I made my way down the bed .

“What are you doing?”

“I am going to lick you”

“Nobody has ever done that to me!”

she said.

“It’s your lucky day then”

I gently prized open her legs until I felt her relax. She was shaved and smelt clean but sexual. My nostrils filled with her scent and I quickly had to pull my clothes off as my cock was by now very hard. I teased her labia open and began licking her clit and prodding her pussy with my fingers. I pulled her tight against my mouth. Within minutes I felt her tense up, the flesh at her entrance tightening and then gasps of incomprehension as she came forcefully under my tongue. I stopped for a minute and then carried on licking gently around the edges, avoiding her clit, as her orgasm slowly subsided. Within a minute I could feel her excitement mounting again, the tell tale swelling of her clit, the squirming as I rubbed her g spot inside and again the tightening of the muscles around her hole before she exploded again, moaning and shouting. What an insatiable woman I thought as I again  backed off with my tongue before starting all over again. She came 6 times in an hour and I suspect she could have carried on but my tongue was by now quite tired! I climbed up and she told me how amazing it was and that nobody had ever done that to her, neither her husband nor James.

“I led a very sheltered life” she said.

I just slid up her body and lay on her and swiftly penetrated her. She said this was not what we agreed but I pushed deep and hard into her and she responded accordingly. When I stopped she told me not to, that she was nearly there, over and over again. She came and I could feel her pelvic muscles tightening against my cock as if to try and push me out which made me more determined to push hard deep inside her until I also came.

We lay side by side recovering from our exertions.

She gave me one last kiss before getting up. “It was amazing but I really shouldn’t do this, I have to be faithful to my husband and look after my kids”. With that she left but I just knew she would be back.

She held out for four weeks and then contacted me. I told her I was very busy and that I wanted to help her be faithful.

She then pleaded with me “ I like you, I feel safe with you, my body needs you...I’ll do anything you want, please don’t turn me down!”

“Anything I want?”

“Yes anything you want”

“Come round at 10 next Thursday after your school run”.

Peter and I waited with anticipation for the doorbell to ring. When she walked I introduced her to Peter “I want you to fuck him” I told her. She looked surprised and hurt but I grabbed her and immediately kissed her before she could say anything.

“You said anything!”

She stuck her tongue forcefully in my mouth. She really was hungry. I caressed her tummy and motioned Peter to come behind her. He quickly took off her skirt and knickers and my hand dived onto her pussy which was as always wet.

“Feel her pussy Peter “ I said, crudely.

“Lovely and wet! I am going to enjoy fucking this slut” He said. Peter was always quite crude but he did have a largish and very thick cock which he knew how to use.

She rested her head on my chest and pushed her bottom back letting him touch her and have more access.

“What do you think of her bottom Peter?”

“Great! I love her waist. She looks so fuckable!”

“Now lie on your back Debbie, I want Peter to look at your pussy and fondle it, if he can hold back awhile!”

She was breathing heavily, excited by being treated as a sex object and she opened her legs wide when I told her to.

Peter had quickly undressed and his cock was already hard.

“I need to fuck her now!” He pleaded.

“Look at her wetness, I can see she is more than ready for you” I said “Aren’t you Debbie?”

“I, I,I....”

Peter was on her in a flash like a savage animal. His cock disappeared into her. She moaned, told him to stop, to be more gentle but he just carried on. Eventually she stopped objecting and wrapped her legs round him as he pushed  her back and forth into the mattress, swearing, gasping, groaning! She held onto him digging her  hands into his back and bottom. “Please don’t stop, harder, harder, I am  going to cum!”

She suddenly stiffened, cried and came, thrashing around under him as he also emptied himself into her.

He rolled off her leaving her on the bed, legs wide open and spunk oozing out of her.

Seeing like that, vulnerable and open made me very hard and I lay on top of her and before she could protest I also slid into her. Her pussy felt velvety , my cock felt Peters spunk around it, which made me even harder. She protested that I was turning her into a slut as I pulled her arms above her head and nibbled her nipples before kissing her while fucking her. She started moaning again as I pulled completely out and pushed back in repeatedly . I rubbed my pubic bone against hers. Peter slipped one hand on one of her tits and nipples and she moaned even louder.

“You really like being fucked don’t you, you little  slut!” Peter was not holding back and this made Debbie even more wanton. Despite her ridiculous vocal protests I could feel the tell tale signs of an orgasm building up in her as she released all that pent up excitement. It was like riding a bucking bronco.

This became the pattern for the following year. Moral protestations and me reassuring her that she didn’t have to come round. But she always did.

She would mention Peter sometimes and I would then ask him round . He was rough, crude and pushy and I think that always turned her on. He would suggest something and I had to relay it to her as she did not want to communicate with him directly. He would say “I want Debs blindfolded” , “I want to tie her up and get a few mates to fuck her”, “I want her immediately over the side of the armchair” and so on. She always complied. On one occasion he said he was going to bring two mates round and they would screw her senseless. She never said anything and turned up on the agreed day.

Up to then and even with James she had sucked me off but never swallowed.

When  Peter came with  his friends, he told her to suck them until they got hard and then told her to get on all fours . “The bitch is on heat” Peter crudely informed us. She greedily stuck her bottom in the air and made herself open for them.

“Next time I am going to do her up the arse” To my shock she just wiggled her bum invitingly. One of the men  stuck his cock in her mouth and proceeded to face fuck her while the second bloke fucked her from behind.

“Don’t ruin it for us with your fat cock Pete “ he said.

Debbie was slurping hungrily away, scratching the man’s  balls and rubbing his shaft. She was good and soon after I could see that the bloke  was about to cum and he held her head tightly . A few thrusts and he came. She had no option but to swallow.

“Let me get to fuck Debs” cried Pete, pushing aside the second bloke who then stuck his cock in her mouth. Pete held her hips and moved her back and forth on his cock, every thrust met with a grunt . Debbie was pushing back as far as possible as she sucked on the cock in front of her. This time when the bloke came she sucked and slurped on it licking every drop without any prompting or restraint. Pete had also speeded up and was thrusting hard into Debbie who was telling him it was hurting but then to push harder. She suddenly came on his cock. He pulled out and demanded she suck his cock as well. I could see the shaft appearing and disappearing in her mouth and I started fondling her clit which was now as hard as a coffee bean and to my surprise I felt her go rigid and then cum again. By this time Pete shot his load on her face and which  she licked with relish.

She was an amazing woman and I couldn’t help but love her. She had two  sides to her character. A completely civilised , friendly and charming one and then, hidden away, a torrid one ruled by her sexual desires and need for orgasmic release!

Whatever her life outside was like the vicar was certainly not providing for her demanding physical needs. He was administering to her spiritual needs, whilst I was looking after her earthly needs! So never judge a bible by its cover.