Fucking the Vicar’s Wife.

The vicar never knew I was fucking his wife, he didn't have a clue I was pounding her pussy every time I visited their house.
She was crying out for sex, and made sure that it was my cock that was filling her with cum as much as she needed.

It all started about a month ago, I was working in my shed when someone knocked on my door,
“ hello anyone at home,” hearing a voice I opened the door to find the vicar's mature 50-plus wife standing there in a long white summer dress, long blonde hair with some amazing bouncing breasts with a very deep cleavage.
“ Hi, can I help you”. I said.
“ sorry I need help, you see I've lost my key and I need help to get into my house,”
Thinking damsel in distress I jumped at the chance to help her, “ not a problem let me grab my tools.”
Walking with her to her house we made small talk until reaching her house we noticed a window open.
“Do you reckon you get in through that small window?” she asked.
“Easy,” I said.
Moving a plant pot I reached up to open the latch, then lifting myself up I slid in the window.
Finding out it was a laundry room I fell forward and happened to fall into a wash basket with what looked like her underwear.
Some very Lacy skimpy underwear I might add, and also seemed to be very well perfumed.
Looking up I saw her looking through the window and the shocked look on her face as I had some of her panties wrapped around my neck.
“ oh my god I'm really sorry, those need washing, “
“ its ok they are very nice I must say,”
Trying to be as diplomatic as I could I managed to get myself sorted and was able to let her in.
“ you ok” she said,
“ I feel so embarrassed you had my panties on your head, and ones that needed washing aswell”
Laughing I said jokingly “ I didn't mind, it's been a while since I've had a woman panties over my face,”. I said.
“ well it's been a bit longer since I've had a man anywhere near my panties let alone unwashed ones,” laughing as she said it.
“ I will say though they had an amazing perfume, and red defiantly is your colour“ I said.
“ why thank you, my husband never takes any notice of what I where especially what colour panties I have on,”.
“ well for me I love red ones especially if they were as aromatic as yours are,”.
“ you trying to make me blush,”.
“ no just trying to put a smile on your face”
Smiling at me she asked me what I owed for my efforts, I just said
“ where red one tomorrow and keep them as perfumed as those others, that's price enough”.
She blushed saying,” ok well I will see what I can do,”.
The next day while I was working at home, my phone suddenly pinged,
Opening the message, I received a picture of what looked like a bright red pair of panties laid on a bed, with the words “red one and ready to be perfumed,” and a smiley face.
Thinking to myself that this woman I definitely lonely I replied,
“ very nice pair, don't get them to wet,”.
“I shouldn't be sending you pictures as I'm the vicar's wife, but you seem to appreciate the finer things more than he does,” she replied.
“It's okay just enjoy yourself May have to check if you've managed to perfume them enough though,”.
Relying she sent an embarrassed emoji.
The next morning another ping with the image of the Red pair from the day before and a white pair.
“ white ones today, red ones suitably perfumed,”.
“Lovely I hope that those white ones get as much as I hope the red ones did,”
“ I think they might today, Shame I have to wash them, but that's a few days away,” she replied.
“Shame I can't check them for the quality of the aromatic aroma,”.
After about five minutes the next message read, I can pop them round if you need to check them,”.
“Only if you feel they need checking plus I would have to inspect those white ones are getting what they needed,”. I said.
“I am wearing the White one at the moment, so that might be difficult,”
“ shouldn't be a problem if you have to remove them for inspection,”
Then the messages seem to stop, a day went passed, I thought I had gone to far when another ping, and another image.
A pair of white panties but the gusset looking adequately stained,
“ is that enough for you, it took me a while to get as much on them as I could,”. Was the message?
“ they look amazing, looks like you got them sopping wet to get that much on them,” I said.
“ I shouldn't be telling you this to someone I don't know but I spent most of the morning pleasuring myself, when I had finished I wore them all day to get them perfumed for you as much as I could”.
“ you trying to get me hard, just the thought of you pleasuring yourself is enough to get my own pants perfumed with my cum,” I said.
Then nothing for ages, I thought that last message was enough to scare her off.
Looking at my phone every few minutes I wondered if that was it, then another ping.
“ you shouldn't waste cum on your pants,”. She put.
Then I knew she was hooked, replying I put,
“Oh and where should my cum go then,”
“ I have a few places I could think of, but it all depends how much cum there is”. She put.
“ well if you show me where you think it should go I could show you how much I have,”
Nervously I waited for a response, thinking she would go to far I waited for her reply.
It seem to take ages, but eventually what got back just sent my cock into overdrive.
It read, “ if you show me how much I will show you where I think cum should go,”
That was it I rushed upstairs and dropped my pants, I had my solid cock in one hand and my phone in the other, pumping like mad I came virtually straightaway, shooting my cum it dribble down my hand, luckily I recorded my efforts and after cleaning up I relied saying,
“You sure you want this? Being the vicar's wife and all,”
“ I might be the vicar's wife but I'm a woman that should be enough don't you think”. attaching the video I nervously sent what I had recorded.
I was sure that I had overstepped the mark with that recording but her reply dispelled my nervousness.
“ well, I've not seen that much cum in years and it seems a shame to waste it in your hands,”
The image I got back nearly set me off again, a picture of her in her white panties with her hand slid inside with the words, “ I need your cum on my panties”.
Not wanting to just rush over and try to get into her knickers I replied saying,
“I could think of a better place but what I can see it hidden from view,”
Thinking she wouldn't send anymore pictures I again waited for a reply.
Sure enough that ping sound with another image, she was stood in front of a mirror with her panties around her ankles, her dress lifted up and just showing a bit of her pussy, her finger slid between her lips with the words,
“ is that better”. She put.
“Well I'm guessing that's not had much action in a while,”
“ not as much as Ive needed.”. She put.
“ well all I can say is if you need it sorting let me know,”
Will message you Monday when he's gone on another one of his conferences.”.
Well that weekend was torture, the anticipation of my be boning the vicar's wife was to much to bare.
Then Sunday afternoon my phone rang, answering it I nearly crapped myself.
“ Hi this is the vicar to St Catherine, sorry it's a Sunday we are in need of a handyman, The wife found some jobs that need sorting and you have come highly recommended,” he said.
Trying to act as calmly as I could I asked “OK not a problem what dirt of jobs you need doing”.
“Hang on she's given me a list, I'm no good at DIY,”.
Reading out the list I knew instantly what she needed to do,
“There is a leak under the sink, She's had it covered in a red cloth for a while, that needs sorting, also The odd hole needs filling, and there is a crack in the master bedroom that definitely needs filling, “Any chance you could pop over to have a look, my wife will be on hand to show what she wants to be done,”. He put.
“No problem will be there at 11 if that's okay, “
“ I'm away so just see what you can do, when you're done the wife will settle up with you,”
About half an hour later my phone pinged, “Did he ring you about what I need to be done,”
“If I understand then I'm up for it if you're happy for me to get you sorted,” I said.
“That's fine, it's been waiting to be sorted too long,”
The next morning couldn't come fast enough, 11 o'clock came and I duly turned up on time.
She met me at the door, bag of tools in hand I made my way to the kitchen, “leak under sink your husband said”
“ yes its wrapped in a red cloth,”
Now this scenario I've seen on YouTube, I laid down under the sink and removed the red cloth, turns out it's an old pair of her red panties,
“ it drips when I run the tap, let me show you”.
“ looking up I could see her straddling my waist, I had a full uninterrupted view up her skirt, a bright pair of red see-through panties met my eyes.
“ from what I can see it just need a bit of tweaking that's all”.
“ ok well help yourself, I won't run any water until you need me to,”
“ am I ok to remove this red cloth, “
“ oh yes go for it,”
With that I slowly ran my hands up her inner thighs, I could here her groaning as I reached her panty covered wet pussy, she seemed to crouch down a little allowing my to slide her gusset over alittle exposing her mature unused pussy for the first time.
Feeling how hot it felt I caressed her lips the sliding one finger up past her entrance her hot moist hole accepting my probing finger.
Her gasps and groans ever increasing as I finger fucked her wet pussy.
“ my god please don't stop go faster, my God go faster,”
She screamed.
Then she dropped down as her orgasm pulsed through her pussy, her hot wet juices ran down my hand pushing my finger up into her as hard as I could only seem to increase the pleasure this woman had been craving for so long.
Sliding my finger out, the replacing her panties gusset, she allowed me to get up.
“ that's fixed, you shouldnt have much trouble anymore” I said.
In a rather breathless voice she then said,
“ come with me I need something filling,”
Leading me upstairs, we entered her bedroom, closing the door she looked at me saying, I'm wet, I'm bloody horny, and need fucking,”
With that she dropped her dress, and standing in her red panties and bra I quickly undressed myself.
Slipping her bra off then removing her panties my cock stood to attention and ready to be forgiven for our sins.
We both fell onto the bed, our bodies mingled together as we passionately kissed, I reached down between her legs to cup her very moist pussy, she In turn gripped my throbbing shaft. My hand hooking a finger up into her hot hole as she gasped at my intrusion, “ I want it in me, I want you to violate me,” she said.
Rolling her onto her back, I splayed her legs, I now had full access to her waiting hairy pussy, holding my knob I guided it towards her waiting hole, parting her lips with my tip I leaned forward and slid quickly into the vicar's wife.
A loud groan was heard as she allowed me to penertrate her fully, my mouth suckling her hard pointing niplles as she pushed the together to give me both nipples some caressing.
My hard cock now fully inserted, I lifted myself up onto my arms, her voluptuous body lay under me as I slowly started to fuck her as she wanted.
Slowly slipping in and out I could feel the heat of her virginal canal as she wrapped it around my shaft.
She looked up at me saying, Please just take me, show me what a real man can do,”
Upon hearing her words I thrust in hard, as she grunted with each hard push.
Both out pubes now mingling as I began to pound her for what it was worth.
The look on her face said it all, she was revelling in the fact that she was being fucked.
I placed both hands on her breast to hold them still as my thrusting became more vigorous.
“ on my god, I can feel you throbbing, in me, I've wanted this for so long,” she said.
I could feel her building up to her orgasm, she was about to explode on my cock, when I thrust in hard, she screamed at me when my hot wet seed pumped deep into her hole.
Her body twitched and bucked under me, the heat of our passionate bodies now showing us that what we had done was so wrong but felt so right.
She pulled me close as our juices mingled together, slowly slipping out of her tight holeshe gave out another law moan.
Our hot wet moist fluid running from her now open pussy, collapsing back onto the bed our heavy breathing together as we came back down to earth after that ever-passionate fuck.
That was the start of what was to become the best fuck any bloke could ever want and the vicar never had any supspitions.