The Church Fete Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – The Church Fete Ch. 02 by StoreyRaita,StoreyRaita
Church Fete – Chap 2

Previously:

Susan Kenyon 27, and a Vicar’s wife needed money desperately. So desperately that at the Church Fete, in tent – she had undergone a humiliating experience of agreeing to certain sexual acts for money. Her reticence however, had been short lived and so when Mike Johson had told Susan that they could stop because Susan had earned the amount of money she needed — Susan had instead, begged Mike to fuck her.

2 Months later, Susan had turned up on the Johnson’s doorstep — pregnant and again in need of money. But to Julie and Mike’s surprise — Susan this time requested Julie’s help in earning the money.

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“Before we do that, why don’t we all have a drink?” offered Mike with a smile.

Julie nodded and Susan smiled, saying “Ah yes. A nice cup of tea would be grand.”

Mike looked at Julie and shrugged and Julie smiled in response. “I think Mike was meaning something slightly stronger than Tea.” Laughed Julie.

Susan’s face contorted slightly in slight admonishment. “Oh well, I don’t imbibe in strong liquor, Mr Johnson — as you know, so I’ll stick with tea if you don’t mind.” She declared.

Mike stood up and went over to the drink cupboard, before surveying the countless bottles in it. Finally settling on a suitable whisky, he got 2 glasses down and filled them with a generous serving of the 18 yr old Malt.

“I’ll get you a tea.” Smiled Julie, looking over at Susan. “Milk? Sugar?” she asked as she approached the kitchen.

Susan sniffed, “Just milk please.” She said quietly.

“Sweet enough eh?” commented Mike as he sat back down.

The comment made Susan uncomfortable, and she shifted awkwardly in her chair. Her eyes cast down to the floor she could feel Mike’s eyes on her and it reminded her of that terrible time in the tent.

Since that time, Susan had struggled to deal with the events of that day and she had castigated herself at every turn. At first, she blamed herself for getting into that situation, but soon her derision turned toward the man that instigated it all. Susan had convinced herself that Mike had corrupted her, that he had manipulated and coerced her into allowing him to do what he did.

Finally, she had repented and sought the forgiveness of her God, and had accepted it. Now, she felt her conscience was clear. Susan just wanted to forget about the whole matter. That was until recent events, and her run in with the Bishop.

Moments later, Julie returned with a cup of steaming hot tea and set it down next to Susan, who thanked her. Julie sat back down next to Mike and accepted the glass from him — taking a low sip.

“Why don’t we start with you telling us how the Audit went?” asked Julie, trying to get the conversation going.

Susan winced, it was another reminder of that awful event in the tent. Susan squeezed her resolve, ‘I’ve been forgiven for that’ she told herself in supplication. Her mind stirred, as she tried to get the events into her mind. Eventually Susan gave a little cough, and so Mike and Julie settled down to listen.

“The Audit went fine.” Started Susan confidently, her voice firm and resolute. “Until that bloody man…” her voiced trailed off.

Julie was about to speak when Susan interceded.

“I’m sorry, I… I shouldn’t speak about a man of God in that way. But that Bishop, what an arrogant and horrid man.” She said, hiding none of the disregard she held for the him.

Susan coughed clearing her throat and her mind.

“The arrogance. Sitting there eating OUR Biscuits and drinking OUR tea and having the gall to say that the total was ‘a little disappointing’. How dare he? Does he know how much work Robert put in to get that money?” she declared rather angrily.

“Not to mention your sacrifices.” Added Mike with a tinge of a smile.

Susan gave him a withering look but said nothing to him.

“We even put some of our own money in there.” Added Susan, now getting quite worked up. “And do you know? That man, the Bishop he sits with his family in a half million pound mansion house — all paid for by the Church.” She declared.

Mike and Julie looked at each other a little bemused, still unsure as to how that led to Susan’s presence at their house. Mike took a sip and was about to speak when Susan looked up once more, making it clear she was about to speak.

“But it’s what I heard afterwards that troubled me.” Said Susan, her voice serious and intent.

“Robert and the Bishop went into a side room and I overheard them. Can you believe it?” asked Susan.

“The Bishop wants our church to be more ‘inclusive’, that was the word he used. He wants Robert to sermonise on the acceptance of Gay and Lesbians into the church.” Added Susan, her voice containing a tone of disapproval.

“But that’s good, isn’t it?” asked Julie, genuinely surprised. Julie knew that Susan and Roberrt held very firm and narrow beliefs when it came to sex — but neither of them had struck Julie as being homophobic.

Susan ignored the comment.

“The Bishop said that if we didn’t — he would make sure that we were personally and ignominiously removed from the diocese and sent to a small backwater in the middle of nowhere. He threatened us, Julie.” Said Susan, her voice breaking with emotion.

“Robert and I love this community, we love the church and the village. We want to bring our children up here.” Susan winced slightly, almost imperceptibly at the word ‘children’.

Mike nodded and Julie smiled reassuringly. “You don’t believe in Gay marriage? Is that it?” asked Julie trying to understand.

Susan blushed, and her eyes darted away so there was an awkward pause until Susan turned to face Mike and Julie. Her face contorted into one of abject indecision.

“Robert and I we… well, you know, when it comes to sex. We…” Susan coughed nervously.

“We’re not terribly experienced, neither of us. You can judge us all you like but we were never taught about… well, we just knew the basics, between a man and woman.” Admitted Susan dejectedly.

Julie saw her awkwardness and immediately understood, but Mike looked over at his wife still a little bemused.

“Let me guess. You don’t know anything about Gay and lesbian relationships? Am I right?” asked Julie, pleased that she felt she had got to the crux of the matter.

Susan blushed once more, and directed her gaze down with a low admission of “Yes.”

But this time it was Mike’s turn to sound a little outraged. “So, you came to seek our help. But hold on, are you accusing Julie of being a Lesbian?” asked Mike his voice firm.

Susan’s face turned to horror. “Oh No. No. God No. I’m not… oh Yes I… oh dear.” Susan muttered and stumbled over her words.

“Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea for me to come here. Maybe I should leave?” she asked, fidgeting slightly but not actually making a move to leave.

Julie gave her husband a withering look that Mike knew was one designed to make him shut up. Mike nodded and took a sip of whisky while Julie formulated her response.

“Susan, look at me — don’t mind what Mike said. You said you needed Money too. Why don’t you tell us about that.” Asked Julie calmly, trying to change the subject slightly.

In response, Susan sniffed and took a drink of tea to calm herself. She knew this admission was not going to be easy, given the previous events and her unswerving resolution to Mike and Julie that she would never get herself into that sort of trouble again. And yet, here she was. Susan gave a little sob to herself, before telling herself to pull herself together.

“That blooming Groundskeeper.” Started Susan in a tone of annoyance. “He approached me on day and asked if I was having a little wager on the big Horse race that Saturday. I told him no, of course and that Robert and I didn’t gamble.” She added, her voice trailing off as she realised what she had said.

Mike and Julie smirked but continued to listen avidly. They of course, could already guess where this was heading.

Susan continued her explanation. “He told me there was a Horse called ‘St Agnes’ Pride’ and as you know — that’s the name of our church. Bill, the groundsman said it was a clear sign from God and that I could make a bit of money on it.”

Susan paused, belittling herself now for being so silly. “Oh god, I was so stupid. But… but I didn’t steal from the Church roof fund.” Added Susan quickly and adamantly.

Susan gave Mike and Julie a firm and resolute look, girding herself for the next admission. “I… I used our housekeeping money. One Hundred and Fifty pounds.” Admitted Susan, shaking her head.

“Let me guess. The horse lost?” added Mike with a hint of sarcasm.

But Susan flashed him a withering smile in response. “Well, that’s just it, Mr Johnson. The Horse WON.” She announced a little gleefully.

“I couldn’t believe how much money I got back, and I honestly thought my luck had changed and that it was God telling me it was OK. So, when Bill mentioned another Horse he knew — that was going to be a sure winner, well… you can guess.” Said Susan, now sounding rueful and dejected.

“When that horse lost, I… oh god how could I be so stupid? I gave Bill the rest of our housekeeping money to wager and try and get it all back. I was so stupid.” Lamented Susan with a low sob.

“Again.” Replied Mike pointedly, and receiving a dig in the ribs from Julie for his efforts.

Susan sighed loudly, before raising her head to look at them both directly. “I… I guess that’s why I’m here.” She offered sadly. “I… I don’t want to be here, believe me. What your vile husband did to me that time. Well, it was cruel and evil, it was horrible and wicked. He coerced me and manipulated me, he confused my mind and toyed with my emotions.” Said Susan, sounding hurt and upset.

“And yet, here you are. In our home calling me a vile, evil Man.” Replied Mike, himself now sounding more than a little upset and angry.

Susan immediately apologised, realising she still needed to keep the Johnsons happy if her plan was to work. Because Susan did have a plan. Susan was going to turn the tables on the Johnsons, on Mike in particular. She had been forgiven by her God, but she struggled to forgive Mike for what he had done.

Julie stared at her husband and growled lowly. “Calm down, both of you.” Said Julie, her voice strong and stern. After a short awkward pause, Susan took a big breath.

“Our friends in the church, they… well, they no more understand about gay and lesbian relationships than we do.” Lamented Susan. “And… and… outside of the church you are the only ones that I thought would know.” Offered Susan, changing the subject herself.

Julie sat up, taking a big sip of whisky. “Let me guess. You thought we’d be able to help you earn some money and gain a bit of knowledge about lesbianism?”

Susan nodded and blushed profusely, averting her eyes as she did so. “But… But no touching. I want to be clear about that Julie. I… I don’t want anything like last time to happen again.” Added Susan, her voice now sounding a little more certain and surer.

Mike sighed inwardly, as he recalled Susan’s initial reticence prior to her total acceptance of his touch on that day in the tent. But Mike also knew Julie, and he knew how clever, manipulative and persuasive she could be. Inwardly he relished watching the ‘contest’, and between his legs, his cock gave a little twitch.

“So how do you see this working?” asked Julie, fixing Susan with a direct look. “I mean, without touching you — I’m limited in what I’m able to pay for. I’m certainly not going to pay £2000 just to see you naked.” She added indignantly.

Julie was no fool. “What is it you’re not telling us?” she asked abruptly, catching Susan a little off balance.

Susan began to fluster. “I… I’ve told you the truth honestly, I have. I just don’t want that man…” she nodded at Mike. “I don’t want him touching me.” She insisted, making no mention of Julie touching her.

Julie could sense subterfuge and she shifted slightly, giving her husband Mike a sideways glance as she did so. Julie remembered the kiss she had given Susan, in the tent just before they left. Susan certainly hadn’t reciprocated it, but she had not fought to get away either. Julie had wondered if Susan harboured some suppressed desires of being with another woman, and from what Susan had now revealed — Julie felt pretty sure that Susan did have those desires.

Susan sighed loudly, never having been comfortable in deceiving anyone. Her mind swirled as she tried to reason things out. She realised Julie was right, that it was obvious she wouldn’t be able to get all the money unless she let Julie touch her.

“I… I… the thought of another woman touching me makes my skin crawl.” Replied Susan, trying to sound repulsed. “It’s not natural. God meant for Man and Woman to be together. I… I just can’t see how…” Susan’s voice trailed off and Julie jumped in.

“You can’t see how 2 women can have a relationship?” asked Julie sounding a little sceptical regarding Susan’s perceived lack of understanding.

“I can’t see how they can have sex.” Blurted Susan, before then coughing and blushing furiously.

“A man has a penis, a woman has a vagina. How can a woman penetrate another woman?” said Susan, sounding genuinely confused.

Mike gave Julie a wide eyed smile. “Surely you can’t be THAT naïve?” asked Mike, sounding incredulous.

Julie gave Mike another dig in the ribs and then nodded at Susan. In turn Susan took this as a sign to continue to explain. She shifted uncomfortably, not comfortable with the details she was revealing.

“I don’t understand it.” Continued Susan, looking blankly at Mike and Julie. “A man and woman touch each other, of course they do. And then the man he…” Susan paused, feeling embarrassed.

“And when it’s done. The Man’s desire has been met and that’s it.” She said, jumping further ahead, skipping the embarrassing details.

“I’m not buying that.” Interjected Mike.

Up to now he had been quiet and had listened to Susan’s story. But now he found it very difficult to believe that Susan and Robert’s sex life could be so limited. In his mind, it was human nature for a man and woman to explore and discover their sexual desires.

Susan stiffened visibly, upset at Mike’s challenge to her assertion. Susan was about to reply when Julie interceded.

“I can believe that you and Robert have a very limited knowledge and experience of sex.” Offered Julie delicately. “I think what Mike means is that most married couple will at least try a few ‘new’ things. Surely you and Robert must have tried a few things?”

Susan shifted uncomfortably once more. She knew what Julie meant, and it was true. Susan fixed both with a direct look. “Let me tell you.” She replied, rather forlornly.

Susan then went on to explain, to Mike and Julie, while the two of them sat there listening intently.

Susan explained that when she and Robert had first been married, they had indulged in regular sex and had ‘experimented’ a little in the bedroom. Their experiments had been somewhat limited by their knowledge, and their beliefs that certain acts were taboo.

Susan had drawn the line at having anything other than a penis in her ‘private bits’, and it was an absolute no-no for Robert to go near her ‘other hole’. It wasn’t that Susan had not masturbated, and had put fingers into her own vagina when she was younger — but she had felt very guilty about it, and about the thoughts and feelings that had accompanied the act. In her mind, masturbation was something a woman did until she was married and then she would have no need to masturbate any further, Susan had told herself over and over again.

Susan had also, on a couple of occasions tried to take Robert’s penis in her mouth despite it being a little repulsive to her. It had not been entirely successful, not especially pleasurable to her and Robert’s response had been to quickly remove his penis and then get right on top of her.

Equally, she had accepted it when Robert had told her that he didn’t truly enjoy using his mouth on her vagina, though they both agreed that Robert needed to use his fingers at times to get her ‘ready’. That had been a little more pleasurable for her, and she had sometimes wished Robert had done it for a bit longer.

But one thing that Susan and Robert had both agreed on was that Robert could show some attention to Susan’s breasts. In particular, they both seemed to enjoy it when Robert licked her nipples.

Invariably, as time went on — their lovemaking became less frequent and very predictable. Robert would begin by kissing her. His kissing was always rough, and with his mouth closed. He certainly didn’t kiss the way Julie had kissed her that time in the tent. A shiver went through Susan as she recalled it.

After kissing her for a while, Robert’s fingers would go between Susan’s legs and he would begin to fumble around — more in hope that understanding, until he touched her ‘little nub’ upon which, Susan would usually groan to let Robert know he had found the spot. Robert would then rub roughly and crudely until he was able to feel Susan get wet.

Robert would then start kissing Susan’s breasts and would then use his other hand to guide his penis into his wife. Then, there would be a lot of grunting and thrusting until Robert would give a little yelp and Susan would feel his semen fill her up. Then Robert would collapse on top of her, after a minute or so he would then kiss her and roll over, without so much as a word.

Susan looked up at the Johnsons, abjectly. That’s pretty much how it is.” She finished with a huge sigh.

Mike and Julie stared at each other, almost in disbelief. They were hardly able to believe that things could be this ‘basic’ between a married couple. Of course, Mike knew they almost certainly didn’t watch porn and given their sheltered upbringing it was to be expected. Yet both Julie and Mike were genuinely astounded, and they felt so much empathy toward Susan.

“But you must know something about gay sex?” asked Mike genuinely taken aback. “I mean, it’s on the TV all the time.” He added with a smile.

Susan sighed once more. “We… don’t watch much TV, Mr Johnson.” Added Susan pointedly. “Robert is so busy, and I have so much to do. We tend to watch nature documentaries more than anything.” Offered Susan.

Julie nodded. She herself lamented the amount of crime and murder that seemed to be on TV these days. She had often wondered if the world would be a better place if the TV channels showed some soft porn, in the evening slots. It might stop people fighting and killing each other she thought to herself.

The room went awkwardly silent as each person reflected on what had just been said. But again, it was Julie who was first to speak.

“OK Susan, thanks for being so open and honest. But getting back to the reason why you’re here. If I can’t touch you, and I presume you definitely don’t want Mike to touch you — so how do you propose to earn the money?” asked Julie directly.

Susan stiffened visibly, and sat more upright — her knees pressed together and slightly tilted away from Mike, as they had been since she sat down.

Taking a deep breath, Susan looked at the couple sat opposite her. Her resolved weakened, they seemed genuinely interested in trying to help her. And she was deceiving them.

“I… I thought maybe, Oh… I dunno.” She lamented as her resolve finally crumpled.

“Oh Julie. I’m sorry, I… I… you’re right, I haven’t told you everything.” She ventured, the words tripping over themselves as Susan sought to unburden herself.

Being deceitful was alien to her, and certainly not in her nature or something she was comfortable with. And seeing Julie’s empathy, Susan realised she could no longer continue with the deception.

“I don’t need £2000.” She offered up awkwardly. “I… I only need £400.” She admitted, her eyes turned downward in shame.

Mike and Julie looked at each other, a little dumbfounded. Julie was relieved that she had not misread Susan deception, but still confused as to how Susan meant to deceive them.

Susan coughed, then lifted her head to face the 2. “I remembered that Mr Johnson had offered me £100 just for me to…” Susan’s voice broke as the memory came flooding back to her.

“To take your blouse off. Yes, I remember it very well.” Replied Mike with a sense of relish in his voice.

Susan shuddered at the recollection. Suddenly all sorts of doubts and uncertainties entered her mind. Her head filled with guilt and humiliation as she realised just what she was doing.

“I thought that, that if I told you how much I actually needed then your monetary offers wouldn’t have been quite so generous.” Replied Susan, realising finally that there was little point in keeping the façade up any longer.

“So, I thought if I took my Blouse off for £100, and then my Bra and my Panties for another £200 and agreed to answer more questions for £100 then I would have reached my total.” She ended, hanging her head as she felt the shame overwhelm her once more.

“There would have been no touching and my conscience would have been clear.” Continued Susan, her voice now filling with a little emotion as she felt her eyes begin to water.

“I… I don’t think it’s right that anyone touches me, other than my husband.” Susan added, trying to sound resolute.

Julie smiled, and Mike gave a small whistle. Now they realised the game was very much upon them and they needed to work out a way forward.

“I see.” Replied Julie flatly, sounding a little hurt by the deception.

“But you also want to learn a little bit about Lesbianism?” asked Julie, directing the conversation back to the point in hand.

Susan nodded but kept her gaze downward to her feet. “I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here. I should leave.” Offered Susan feebly, shifting but again not raising up off her seat.

“Nonsense.” Replied Julie resolutely. “Susan, I understand, and I want to help you. I really do.” Offered Julie, deliberately referring to herself individually. It was too soon to bring Mike into the situation, she told herself.

“You’re shy and you’re nervous. I understand that, Susan.” Julie continued, finally standing up and walking over to sit next to Susan.

Julie turned to face Susan and reached for Susan’s hand. At first Susan recoiled as if bitten but then allowed Julie to hold her hand. Susan flushed with embarrassment and shifted nervously.

“You’re safe here Susan.” Commented Julie with a disarming smile. “It’s not like before when we had to rush things. We’ve got all the time we need.” She said soothingly.

Mike interjected, much to Julie’s annoyance. “Where does Robert think you are?” he called over.

Julie gave him a withering look but said nothing as she waited for Susan to reply.

“I… I told him I was visiting a friend to try and learn a bit more about… you know – Gays and Lesbians.” Replied Susan sounding dejected, before adding. “I didn’t lie, did I? I am sort of trying to find out.” She called out, more for her own benefit than that of Julie or Mike.

Julie smiled sanguinely and nodded. “But let me ask you this.” Said Julie, placing her fingers on Susan’s chin and lifting her face up until she was able to look Susan in the eyes.

“Sexual pleasure, between a married man and his wife — that’s not a sin, is it? It’s a God given blessing right?” asked Julie.

Susan blinked as she looked into Julie’s eyes as she had done that time in the tent. Her mind screamed at her to look away, but despite it all — Susan could not.

“Yes… yes I guess so.” Admitted Susan, unsure on where Julie was going with the statement.

“In fact, isn’t it in the vows that a Man and woman should give their entire body over to their partner? And it’s not wrong for them to find pleasure in that is it?” Julie continued.

Susan blinked hard. “Between… a married couple. I mean man and wife — I… I suppose so.” Admitted Susan, relaxing slightly.

“That ‘pleasure’ has been given to us as a God given blessing, right?” Julie ventured further, slowly manoeuvring and moving Susan into position, like a skilled Chess player.

“But what if one part of the union isn’t giving the pleasure? They’ve broken their vows then, haven’t they?” she pushed. “And is it wrong then, for that person to seek this God given blessing from somewhere else?”

“Absolutely NOT. I mean Yes, it is wrong” Susan called out, sounding outraged.

“Really?” asked Julie. “What about where the husband has had some sort of medical procedure, and heaven forbid — maybe they have had to have their penis removed? Then what?” asked Julie with a smile.

Susan rocked backwards, not having even thought, or conceived of such a situation. Her mind whirled, her scripture made no mention of such an occurrence and Susan struggled visibly to reason it.

“Does that… I mean, would that actually happen?” asked Susan sounding a little astounded.

“It can and it has.” Replied Julie with a soft smile. “You know Mr Dickens, down at No 47 on the road out of town?” asked Julie, knowing full well that Susan knew him — since he was a regular Church goer.

“He used to work on a farm, didn’t he — until, do you remember a couple of years ago he was in Hospital for quite a while. When he came out, details of his actual accident were never revealed. But I’m friends with one of the Doctor’s secretaries and I found out.

Susan flushed and rocked back in astonishment. “He… he lost his…?” enquired Susan, still unable to believe it.

“The broken chain whipped round and took half his penis off. He nearly bled to death and the only way the hospital could save him was to remove the rest of it, and left him with just a little hole with which to pee from. Since then, he’s lost all interest in sex and poor Mrs Dickens gets no sexual intimacy at all these days.” Said Julie.

“The poor man, and the poor woman.” Lamented Susan, still trying to comprehend the situation.

Julie saw her opportunity and dived in. “He was only 34. His wife and he were planning a family. It was so unfair, I mean — they could adopt of course. But as to sex… well.” Added Julie, leaving the question to hang for a moment.

Susan’s mind was upside down. She hadn’t considered this possibility, let alone considered her view on it. Her brain scrambled to think of her scripture, but of course she could find no guidance in that.

“Would Mrs Dickens, a healthy and sexually active female — would it be so wrong for her to seek the pleasure and intimacy elsewhere? With Mr Dickens’s approval of course.” asked Julie looking directly into Susan’s eyes.

Julie saw the doubt and confusion. She saw how Susan wrestled with her thoughts as she attempted to give the official ‘church’ answer. In the end, the best Susan could do was to quote one of the commandments.

Susan took a large breath. “Thou shall not commit adultery.” Offered Susan, hoping it answered the situation.

But Julie’s quick mind was already prepared for it, and she had her reply suitably formulated.

“But that’s about faithfulness, isn’t it? And the definition of faithful is that you keep to the vows you made, and to fulfilling the duties of those vows. In this case, Mr Dickens — through no fault of his own – is not fulfilling his duties, is he? So, he has already broken the vows, hasn’t he?” maintained Julie.

Susan flustered and shifted uncomfortably. “Well… well. Oh. I don’t know Julie. I’m all confused now.

Julie decided she needed to step back, there was little to gain in forcing Susan into a conclusion she did not rightly believe in.

“All I’m saying Susan, is that I don’t think God is that cruel. That, He would object to a person finding pleasure with another person, if their own partner was not able or willing to provide it. He’s a kind and merciful God isn’t that what you preach? And so, if he’s given us this ‘blessing’ it seems contrite to think that he wouldn’t want us to find it, from whomever we needed to.”

Susan’s brain was overloading. She tried to consider Mrs Dickens’s situation and how she would feel in the same situation. It was true, Robert gave her very little sexual pleasure and limited sexual intimacy. But it was something, and she wasn’t sure just how she would feel if that all stopped.

“Robert doesn’t satisfy you, he doesn’t fulfil you, Susan. That’s really not his fault — it’s just the way he is. But you deserve to feel the blessing of sexual pleasure that God has granted you.

Susan recoiled, unable to take in what she felt Julie was telling her. While her mind swirled, her emotions scrambled and her resolution in tatters, Julie changed tack.

“I’ll give you £10 Susan, if you take your blouse off.” Offered Julie glancing back at Mike with a smile.

Susan glared at Julie, her eyes vacant as she considered the situation. ‘I do need the money’ Susan admitted to herself. But then she glanced up and saw Mike leering at her.

“No. No, not… not here. I… I don’t want him watching me.” Declared Susan, her brain still trying to rationalise what Julie had said earlier.

Julie smiled, then gave a sideways nod to Mike before standing up, still holding Susan’s hand and bided her to stand. Reluctantly Susan got to her feet and Julie led her to the bedroom. Susan’s mind screamed at her to stop. But her brain was still sifting through her earlier thoughts. Susan just couldn’t get her mind away from the thought of poor Mrs Dickens.

When they got to the bedroom, Susan sat meekly on the edge of the bed — a far away look in her eye as if she didn’t really appreciate or comprehend where she was or what she was about to do.

“Your blouse?” offered Julie by way of moving things on.

Susan came out of her reverie and gave a slightly alarmed call out “What? Oh. Oh yes — right. Umm… I suppose.” She said demurely, before starting to unbutton her blouse.

But to her surprise, Julie stopped her. “No, not like that Susan. Not like you’re undressing for bed. Like this.” Offered Julie, standing up to face Susan.

Julie smiled coyly. Her fingers dropped to the top button of her blouse and she very slowly, fed the button through the hole and then pulled her blouse apart slightly. Julie was going to teach Susan a bit about how to be ‘sexy’, and this was the first lesson ‘how to do a strip tease’.

“You have to tease.” Chuckled Julie, looking at Susan as her eyes went wide. “Don’t let them see everything straight away, and make them wait. Make them imagine what it will be like. Build up the excitement and the anticipation.” Said Julie, continuing to slowly unbutton the rest of her buttons one at a time.

Once the blouse was unbuttoned, Julie opened it slightly, just enough to reveal the pink bra underneath. Susan was mesmerised.

“Now you try it.” Asked Julie with a smile.

Susan wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure if she should be doing this — especially with another woman. Her mind was in turmoil but her fingers were already busy, slowly undoing the buttons one by one as she had been shown.

“Is this… is this what lesbians do?” asked Susan, realising the ridiculousness of the question.

“It’s what everyone does.” Replied Julie with a smile and a chuckle. “there’s no real harm in it is there?” she asked.

Susan didn’t reply, but as Julie had shown her — she opened her blouse out to reveal a lacey red bra.

“OK. Why don’t you remove the blouse Susan, for £5. But do it slowly like this.” Added Julie, again, peeling the blouse over her shoulders and then letting it drop off her arms to the floor.

Again, Susan complied, her brain only beginning to gather a semblance of order. Her mind, her conscience screamed at her, telling her not to comply. It railed at her that it was so wrong and disgusting, showing her body to another woman.

“How about letting me see those lovely breasts of yours.” Asked Julie casually, “for £10 maybe.”

But Susan baulked. “Oh. Julie I don’t know. It’s… it’s just like that time in the tent.” She wailed. “Making me do things I don’t want to do. It can’t be right that I’m showing you my breasts like this.” Susan bemoaned.

“You don’t have to, Susan.” Replied Julie firmly. “You know full well, you can say No, and you can walk out of here whenever you want. I’m not forcing you and I’m not coercing you.”

Susan dropped her gaze to the floor, knowing it to be true. “But you’re not giving me any other options Julie, to earn the money I mean.” lamented Susan.

In truth, Susan didn’t know quite what she meant. She realised this was not the girl guides, so baking cakes and things were not on the menu. But for her to have to demean herself like this, to humiliate and debase herself for another person’s pleasure — and another woman to boot. It rankled her, it chewed at her morals and it stirred up the guilt she felt. A part of her tried to reason, it was as Julie had said. If Robert couldn’t please her, was it so wrong that she got pleasure elsewhere? But was this pleasurable, she asked herself — unclear of really how she felt about it.

“I want to take your bra off, Susan. I’ll do it. For £10, is that OK.” Asked Julie.

Susan squirmed, aware now that they were really getting into dangerous activities. “Oh Julie I don’t know I…” whispered Susan, but Julie stopped her with a “shush” and bid her to lay face down on the bed.

A little bemused, Susan complied, face resting on the pillow as she tried to relax a little. Susan tried to imagine what Julie was about to do, and then she felt it and realised what Julie had been saying about anticipation. A whoosh of excitement and anticipation washed over her and it consumed her. Susan felt Julie’s fingers under her bra strap, lifting it gently over her shoulders. She felt Julie’s soft hands as they caressed her shoulders and upper back. It felt exquisite and Susan almost lost herself.

Susan felt Julie’s deft and delicate fingers as they slowly unhooked the bra and it dropped on the bed. A huge desire washed over Susan, and she longed to turn over and have those delicate fingers on her breasts. But instead, she felt Julie reach underneath and felt fingers and hands encompassing her breasts. Susan lifted her body slightly, almost involuntarily as she sought to give Julie a little more room.

“I’ll give you £10 if you let me lick and kiss your back.” Offered Julie offhandedly, not really waiting for a response.

Susan gasped and moaned her agreement as she felt Julie’s mouth drop between her shoulders and Julie began kissing her skin softly. Then Susan felt the wetness of Julie’s tongue as it began to travel across her back, running up her spine and causing Susan to shiver deliciously.

After a few moments, Julie’s soft mouth travelled to the nape of Susan’s neck and Susan almost exploded as she felt Julie lick and kiss her.

“Turn over Susan. I’ll give you £10 if you turn over and let me see your lovely tits.” Asked Julie seductively.

“Oh Julie No. Please I… those words, they upset me.” Replied Susan, sounding not the least bit convincing.

“But those words are evocative Susan, they add to the whole pleasure. Using words like that, they arouse and excite people. It’s why we use dirty words when we have sex, it just makes it even better.

Susan groaned, not sure of how or whether to protest further as Julie’s mouth continues to traverse her back.

“Turn over Susan, please.” Asked Julie politely.

Susan paused in deliberation, and in consideration. If she was going to resist and desist, then now was the time. But something in Susan’s mind told her to roll over, and so the demure and shy woman rolled over and let her breasts flop over as she did so.

Julie whistled lowly without intending to. It was the first time Julie had seen Susan’s tits and although she had elicited a long and detailed description from Mike that night after the tent incident — when Mike had fucked Julie absolutely senseless while describing how he had felt fucking Susan — this was the first time she had seen Susan’s tits for herself.

“Mike was right.” Offered Julie. “Your tits are amazing.” She purred.

Susan blushed, unsure of whether to take it as a compliment or as a slight. She had never considered her breasts to be anything other than functional, with the occasional attention from Robert. But Robert never made mention of them, never complimented her. It all fuelled the thoughts in the back of Susan’s mind about what Julie had said. Robert really wasn’t fulfilling her needs.

“But this? Showing another woman my breasts?” said Susan, out loud without meaning to. Julie continued to stare at Susan’s tits, watching them sway and jiggle with every movement.

“Tits.” Corrected Julie with a wink and a smile. “In fact, I’ll give you £50 — Fifty, if you use the dirty words.” Offered Julie with a twinkle in her eye.

“I… oh my. Fifty?” giggled Susan nervously. “OK.” she agreed, immediately cursing herself for being manipulated so easily. But she had agreed to it now and so, to her mind she was committed.

Quickly, she tried to reckon up how much money she had already gained and was slightly disappointed to realise it was barely £105. But even as she recounted the amounts in her head, she immediately lost her train of concentration and all rational thought when she felt Julie’s warm mouth around her nipples.

“I’ll give you £10 if you let me lick and suck them Susan, is that OK?” asked Julie, again not waiting for an answer.

“Oh. Oh. my goodness. Yessss.” Susan moaned her agreement, lowly, unable to believe how different Julie’s tongue felt compared to her own husband’s. It was a soft, sensual and amazing feeling and Susan closed her eyes as Julie’s tongue began to lick and flick Susan’s nipples. Susan felt Julie’s mouth close on her nipple and felt a light pressure of Julie’s teeth on her sensitive nips.

Susan was about to call out, to complain and warn her not to hurt her, when she felt the delicate pressure on her nipples and felt the blood actually coarse into them, causing them to engorge with blood. It was an amazing feeling for Susan, and something she had not felt since her early days of exploring her own body.

“Do you like me licking your tits, Susan?” asked Julie with a giggle.

“Oh yes. I mean Oh god… Susan. I don’t know, I mean — isn’t this… wrong? I mean, I’m being unfaithful aren’t I? And you’re paying me, I… I shouldn’t be…” she let the words trail away, again unwilling or unable to deny the truth of her enjoyment.

Julie moaned herself, and lifted her face to look at Susan. “Let’s get you naked.” She suggested, adding “for ummm… £10?”

In truth, Julie knew they were probably at the point now, where a monetary offering was probably not required. But Julie felt it sort of added to the excitement and beside, she knew Julie would need a monetary incentive when Julie eventually suggested that Mike join them.

“Why don’t you stand up and take your skirt off. Slowly, like you did with your Blouse. Then I’ll show you how to take off your panties, in a way that will drive men wild.

But Susan baulked at this, perhaps the words bringing her back to a modicum of common sense and decency.

“I won’t be showing my naked body to any other man.” Replied Susan, sounding a little indignant.

But slowly, she got off the bed and stood there. Then, reaching to the side she unbuttoned the skirt and then pulling the zip down she let it drop to the floor. Meanwhile, Julie had wasted no time in doing a similar thing with her skirt, until now — both women stood there in just their panties.

Julie immediately lifted one foot and placed it on the bed. “Make sure he’s behind you, slightly to the side. Then pull your panties down slowly as far as your knees, giving him a glimpse of your cunt. Then, you pull your leg through like this and let the panties fall to the floor.” Added Julie, with a brief grunt of effort.

Susan didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixed and staring at Julie’s cunt. Susan had not seen another female’s bits before, and it was so different to her own. She let out a genuine gasp of surprise as Julie opened her legs a little more.

“Has your va… your cunt always been like that?” asked Susan inquisitively.

Julie laughed, knowing immediately what Susan was referring to. “It’s called an ‘innie’.” Laughed Julie, “Why? Is your cunt not like that? Come on, let’s have a look.” She giggled.

Hesitantly Susan lifted her leg onto the bed, as Julie had shown and tried to remove her panties in the way Julie shown. But, unable tokeep her balance — Susan placed her leg back down on the floor and peeled the panties off slowly.

“An ‘outie’.” Called Julie excitedly.

But then, seeing the confusion and doubt on Susan’s face — Julie sought to placate her.

“Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong with either of us. We’ve just got different cunts that’s all. Just like men’s cocks are different sizes and appearance.” She proffered.

Susan’s eyes went wide. Not just due to the revelation that there were different types of vaginas, but that men’s penises were different too. Without warning, Susan’s mind flung her back to the day in the tent, when Mike had slipped his cock into her. She recalled at the time that it felt different to when Robert would put his into her. At the time, she put it down to the situation. But now, to find out that men were of different sizes. Well, her sensitive and naïve mind whirled with questions.

“Oh god. Please get on your back on the bed, I want to fucking eat that pussy out.” Declared Julie, excitement and anticipation dripping from her voice. “For… umm £20 shall we say?”

Susan squirmed slightly with uncertainty. “Oh god I don’t know Julie. That’s pretty intimate, I mean, not even Robert does that. Doesn’t it repulse you? Putting your mouth where my pee comes out of? That’s what Robert said, the reason he didn’t want to do it.” Offered Susan with a pause.

“It is intimate.” Offered Julie with a smile. “Unfortunately, very few men know how to eat a pussy out properly. Only us girls know, because only us girls know how it feels.”

Susan smiled and nodded, sitting on the bed and flicking her legs over absently, as she reclined. Meanwhile, Julie surveyed her quarry. Julie had not anticipated that beneath that shy demure façade, Susan had such a delectable and sexy body. Susan’s legs were lithe and lissom and so sexy, and it was exciting Julie beyond reason.

“Is it… is it OK if I lick your pussy?” asked Julie, sounding for once a little unsure.

Susan sighed and nodded. In her own mind it was a done deal. So far it had been so much more pleasant that in the tent, and Susan allowed herself to consider whether it was because it was with another woman.

Suddenly a thought came into Susan’s head and she giggled despite herself. “Julie? Why do you sometimes call it a cunt, and sometimes call it a pussy? Aren’t they the same thing?” she asked curiously.

Julie too, now giggled — still not quite used to hearing these words coming out of such a prim and proper church wife. But Julie didn’t answer, her thoughts were too far set on licking Susan’s pussy. Slowly, placing her mouth on Susan’s thigh she extended her tongue and began to lick slowly and deliberately as she guided her mouth around Susan’s pussy — making sure not to engage until the time was right.

Her mouth traced a path up Susan’s thigh, to the cleft of her torso where she trailed her wet tongue up and down the seam for a few moments. Then Julie’s mouth went up and over Susan’s tummy onto the other thigh. Her mouth drifted down Susan’s legs, until she reached the knees, where Julie promptly lifted Susan’s leg and began licking the back of her knee.

Susan’s mind nearly exploded with pleasure as she felt the ministrations of Julie’s mouth and she couldn’t believe it would feel so exquisite and intense on her body. Her mind reeled, reminding her that it was a woman that was giving her this pleasure, and that was when the first penny dropped for Susan.

Susan’s hands grabbed the bedsheets in a firm grip and Susan arched her back when she felt the contact of Julie’s tongue, firstly as it traced a route between her cunt lips and onto her hole. And then, when it reached her clit — Susan practically exploded.

“Oh. fucking hell Julie, what are you doing to me?” moaned Susan wildly.

“This is your clitoris, or commonly referred to as your clit.” Advised Julie. “Think of it as a little cock.” She chuckled.

Susan’s eyes went wide. Her little nub was called a clit.

It’s very sensitive Susan, as you probably know. But most men again, really don’t know how to deal with it. They think they just need to rub it a little, and lick it for a bit and that will keep us women happy. But in truth, Susan — we women could and do play with our clits for hours on end. Right?” asked Julie.

“I… I haven’t. Umm not since… well a long time.” Admitted Susan, her breath now labouring a little.

“Don’t you masturbate?” asked Julie, sounding genuinely surprised.

Susan looked at her, in confusion. “Why on earth would I need to. Robert and I make love once a week. What more do I need.” Asked Susan genuinely.

It was Julie’s turn for her eyes to go wide in disbelief. “You’re… you’re kidding me right? You don’t play with yourself? You don’t finger yourself, rub your clit? You don’t put things up your cunt and get yourself to orgasm?” asked Julie incredulously.

Susan shivered and her face contorted to a disgusted look.

“Put… put something up myself. Up my cunt you mean?” asked Susan, hardly able to believe that people did that.

“It’s only meant to have a peni… a cock in it.” Corrected Susan with a shudder. “My god, what sort of things? Do people, women — do they actually do that?” she asked, now glaring at Julie in disbelief.

“How about I give you £30 if you let me show you.” Asked Julie wickedly.

Susan’s eyes went wide. “What no, no — that’s… that’s disgusting. Definitely not.” She raged, sounding quite distraught.

Susan immediately brought her legs together and her hands dropped to cover her pussy in a protective gesture. Julie looked a little taken aback, not quite expecting that reaction from Susan.

“How about a finger then?” asked Julie delicately. “Surely Robert has already done that to you?” asked Julie, wondering now if indeed he ever had.

“A finger?” announced Susan, sounding a little unsure. “Well, umm… Robert hasn’t… I mean, not… inside… I mean. Why would he want to do THAT?” asked Susan, her eyes clouded in confusion.

Julie sighed to herself, realising that Susan had so much to learn — about her own body as much as anything else, and she really fought to understand how Susan could be so naïve and inexperienced. Then Julie shivered at the thought that, it would be down to her and Mike to teach her.

“£10 if you let me slide a finger into your pussy, Susan — and I guarantee you, you’ll understand why you’d want Robert to do it.” Replied Julie, her voice dripping with promise.

Susan turned crimson, but nodded and slowly drew her legs wider to reveal her pussy. Immediately, Julie licked her fingers vivaciously and slowly began to tease Susan’s pussy with her fingers, stroking and flicking as she went along. Finally, she separated Susan’s cunt lips and began to tease her hole.

A strange feeling swam around Susan’s head and she gasped at the unexpected sensation between her legs. She felt Julie’s fingers tease her hole and she thought she felt her own cunt gulp in an attempt to capture the intruder. Robert had certainly never done this to her, she groaned.

Slowly, Julie inserted the digit, and it drew a long moan from Susan as she felt Julie’s finger slowly slip into her pussy. Then, it seemed to Susan that someone had set off a box of fireworks in her head and Susan went absolutely crazy. An unbelievable and unknown feeling washed over her, her body began to tense and a huge wave of warmth ran through her.

“That’s your G spot.” Cooed Julie proudly, glad that she had been able to locate it so quickly. “And those feelings you’re having? THAT… is why you’d want Robert to finger you.” Added Julie with a smile.

“Oh my fucking god.” Wailed Susan, without a care about her language. “That feels fantastic, that’s… that’s insane.” She moaned loudly.

Julie herself was now getting very turned on by events and was desperate for some attention on her own pussy.

Julie gasped as her desires got the better of her. “Oh fuck Susan, I’ll give you £20 if you lick and finger fuck my pussy. I’ll…” Julie shivered at the thought.

“… I’ll even show you how to find my G spot.” She breathed lowly.

Susan sighed lowly in response. “Couldn’t you… errmmm… couldn’t you just keep doing that for a bit longer?” she pleaded.

Julie smiled in response, understanding what Susan wanted even if Susan didn’t realise it herself. Susan wants to orgasm, thought Julie to herself. Still sliding her finger in and out, rubbing Susan’s G spot as she did so — Julie dropped her mouth onto Suan’s clit and began lapping avidly, flicking it with her tongue and then sucking it into her mouth. Underneath her, Susan shivered and quivered as her orgasm built.

Susan’s hands reached down to her tits, and without really fully understanding or realising why — she began to fondle and tease her erect nipples, as she had seen Julie do to her earlier. Susan squeezed her eyes shut, unable to believe the pleasure and joy she was experiencing, and from another woman she reminded herself.

Julie continued her task in earnest now, strumming Susan’s clit mercilessly while 2 of her fingers now ploughed in and out of Susan’s gaping cunt.

Susan was moaning incessantly with hitherto unknown feelings and thoughts that ran amok in her mind. Her body quivered like an arrow about to be loosed from it Bow. Her back arched as she felt Julie’s tongue on her clit, and she became aware of a low rumble in her tummy that she had never experienced before. Her mind whirled with confusion as Susan tried to understand what was happening to her. Robert had never, ever made her feel like this. How was it even possible that she could feel like this without having a cock in her pussy?

The moralistic part of her brain tried to admonish her for such thoughts, but she dismissed them abruptly as she concentrated on the growing wave of warmth and sheer ecstasy that was now pervading her very being. Over and over, she questioned herself as to how this was possible with another woman. She could feel this wave of pleasure as it built and bubbled inside her, her pussy fizzed and gurgled in response to Julie’s ministrations and it felt like it was on fire with desire and yearning. The wave of warm pleasure and joy engulfed her, her brain exploded with joy and delight as she continued to shiver.

“Oh my FUCKING god.” Yelled Susan suddenly.

Susan had let out a huge scream, and it was primeval and loud. Susan felt her orgasm crash into her. Her whole body wracked with absolute ecstasy and sheer bliss as she bucked and tensed on the bed.

“Oh shit what… what’s happening to me… of fuck, I’ve never… oh fuck it’s sooooo good. I’ve never felt this good before, fuck Julie. What did you do to me.” Moaned Susan in sheer delight.

Susan no longer cared about the words she used, she no longer cared that it was at the hands of another woman. Her orgasmed consumed her, and filled her mind with unbelievable thoughts and feelings that she had never, ever experienced before. Her whole body shivered and shook, her legs quivered and trembled. In her mind, fireworks were going off and her clit felt like it was on fire. Her pussy too, yearned for fulfilment and as Susan wallowed in the after glow of her orgasm, another penny finally dropped for her.

Minutes went bye, with neither woman speaking. Until finally, Julie looked up at Susan and smiled. “Wow, you really came hard.” She offered, genuinely impressed.

“I don’t think I ever seen a woman cum that hard before. It looked awesome, was it… good?” asked Julie, cringing at her choice of words.

It clearly was good, and Susan chuckled in response. “It was absolutely fucking fantastic.” Replied Susan with a smile. “And so, so many things make sense to me now.” She offered with a hint of understanding.

“I… I get why you use rude words. I see how nice it is to be finger fucked, and above all — I see the pleasure to be had, with another woman.” Said Susan, breathlessly as her breathing still laboured, from the physical and emotional intensity of her huge orgasm.

Julie smiled at her, then laid down on the bed next to Susan, half turned toward her, lifted up on one elbow. Julie began to slowly caress Susan’s face, twirling her fingers in her hair and blowing gently in her ear, as Susan slowly came down from the heights of her ecstasy.

“Fuck. Now I’m so horny — I need a fuck.” Commented Julie with a smile.

Susan looked at her curiously. “Maybe… ummmm maybe I can repay the favour.” Laughed Susan, before adding “maybe for £25?” she asked glibly.

In truth, Susan knew she was lost to the moment now. She would have done it for free if Julie so wished. But her eyes had been opened and she had finally realised what Julie had been saying. Robert had certainly never made her felt like that, and now having experienced it — Susan wanted to experience it again. She knew she needed to talk to her husband, but she also knew that if he refused, she might have to consider finding her pleasure elsewhere, as Julie had said.

Julie rolled on her back and spread her legs wide. “Let’s see what you’ve learnt then Susan.” Offered Julie with a wicked giggle.

Susan did not need a second invitation, though a flash on hesitation washed through her mind. Susan had never seen another pussy before, let alone touched one. The thought of licking it and finger fucking it as Julie had done to her — well, it was alien to her. A part of her tried to convince herself that it was repulsive, that it was wrong and disgusting. But Susan’s own conscience overruled everything. She had witnessed first hand the pleasure and joy to be had. It was indeed a god given blessing she felt, and so as such it could never be wrong or disgusting.

Susan placed her head between Julie’s legs and then licked her lips absently, as the thought ran through her of how Julie’s pussy would taste like. A part of her worried that she might taste the urine, but her desire to find out pushed her forward.

Susan began lapping at Julie’s cunt as she had recalled Julie doing to her. She mirrored the same attention she had received as she remembered the feeling of Julie’s mouth on her pussy. She used her tongue as deftly as she could, flicking and licking Julie’s clit. Using her fingers, Susan parted Julie’s cunt lips and then applied her mouth and tongue on there, licking and sucking as she did so, pushing her tongue into Julie’s hole as she remembered Julie doing.

Julie began to moan lowly as she felt Susan’s mouth on her pussy. It wasn’t the best eating out Julie had received, but what Susan lacked in experience she made up for with her enthusiasm. Julie shivered slightly, feeling her orgasm at last begin to roll.

Susan continued to lick, until her mouth began to tire from the effort. She lifted her head, then began to rub Julie’s clit furiously. Licking her fingers as she had seen Julie do — Susan extended her middle finger and began to tease Julie’s cunthole. Susan wasn’t quite sure why she was licking her fingers other than having noticed Julie doing it. Then slowly moving her finger onto the entrance to Julie’s hole, Susan pushed it in.

Immediately, Julie moaned loudly in appreciation. “Oh Fuck yesssss. That’s it, Susan, fuck me with your finger… try and…” gasped Julie as she felt Susan’s long fingers stroking the inside of her love channel.

Susan sensed what Julie wanted, and her finger probed and rubbed in an attempt to find Julie’s G spot. Sensing her intention, Julie flashed her eyes open and smiled at Susan.

“Oh fuck… um. Turn… turn your hand palm upwards.” Instructed Julie breathlessly as her own body now began to shake. “Then curl your middle finger up and back to… Oh nearly… Ah… ah… a bit… oh Fuck that’s it. Just… shit… just there.” Groaned Julie in complete pleasure and joy.

Susan beamed, pleased that she had been able to find it and was able to give Julie as much pleasure as Julie had given her. It was incredible to her that such a simple act would be so delightful and yet she had felt it for herself, there could be no doubt she told herself.

But now it was Julie’s turn to feel the yearning and desire of orgasm. But there was something more, of course in Julie’s desires. Julie was bi-sexual, and quite liked munching on a juicy pussy – but she much preferred cock. And now, as her orgasm built — it was cock that Julie’s mind and cunt was craving for.

“Ah Susan, Susan.” Called Julie, trying to get her attention. Susan looked up, a little worried thinking she was doing something wrong or had hurt Julie somehow.

“I’m… I’m sorry. Oh did I hurt you? I’m doing it wrong aren’t I?” lamented Susan, her head dropping and a rueful look coming over her face.

Julie smiled at her. “Oh god no. no. Quite the opposite Susan. It’s fantastic.” Replied Julie before adding. “But there’s something… oh fuck. Would you…” Julie paused, unsure quite how to phrase it.

“I need Mike.” Continued Julie hopefully. “I’ll… I’ll give you the rest of the money if… if you let him come in.” she blurted.

Susan stiffened immediately, and stopped her ministrations.

“Oh Julie. I don’t know. That man, what he did. I… I…” stuttered Susan.

Julie smiled back at her. “He… he was helping you, Susan. He didn’t mean to upset you. And… and if it’s what you want then I promise he won’t touch you.” Added Julie, hoping that would seal the deal.

Susan considered the option. In truth, Susan no longer had a clue about how much money she had earnt and so to be told that the rest of the money would be forthcoming was a big relief to her.

“He… he won’t touch me?” asked Susan hesitantly.

“No. I promise. And it’s not as if… well, you know. He’s already seen you naked so…” concluded Julie with a sense of inevitability in her voice.

Again, Susan’s face became thoughtful as she considered the request. It was as Julie said, Mike had already seen her naked. Shit, he’d already fucked her once — it would be churlish she thought, to give up the offer based just on a dislike of the man.

“Hmm. OK. And he won’t touch me, and I get all the money?” asked Susan, making sure she understood the deal.

Julie nearly exploded with excitement. “Mike. Mike. Get in here.” She called her husband, her voice loud and demanding.

Moments later the door opened and Mike strode into the room, his eyes immediately going wide as he saw the 2 women intertwined on the bed. He could barely believe that the sweet, innocent and demure Susan — once so averse to Lesbianism, was now with her head buried between his wife’s legs, licking her pussy for all she was worth.

Mike loved the scene, and more so — he loved watching his wife being eaten out by someone. Another man or woman, it didn’t matter to Mike. He knew the ultimate aim was pleasure, and he was not so insecure that he denied Julie the attentions of other men. However, Mike wasn’t about to ruin the scene or stop the ladies’ pleasure just yet. Quickly disrobing, Mike took up a seat at the side of the bed where he could see Julie’s face.

Julie groaned lowly, but Susan’s ministrations were quickly taking her mind off things as she watched her husband slowly stroking his cock. Julie smiled, as an idea presented itself to her. She knew how much Mike wanted to fuck Susan properly, without the need to rush as had been the case in the tent. They had spoken of it often and both Julie and Mike had agreed that a threesome with Susan would be incredible.