The Vicars Wife: Part 2

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Again drinking coffee is very pleasant. This time it’s mainly Agnes, who’s talking. Ron and Reina wanted to know everything about their new neighbor, and so Agnes talked about her childhood in the village where she grew up. How it is to grow up in a village. About her work at the supermarket, and about Peter and his work. How it is to be the wife of the vicar, and after she had drunk a few glasses of Sherry, Agnes told them about her marriage. About the emptiness in her life. About the dullness of her marriage and even about the lack of sex. She is more open than she had ever been to anyone.

Ron told her he started as a trader in old iron, after he had taken over a junkyard. He had anticipated on the developments relating to the environment, and ultimately he had built a waste disposal company he had sold last fall for millions. Reina talked about her three adult children and her three grandchildren. Her two sons were late thirties, and despite their age both still single. They both worked as engineers at large international companies and worked all over the world. Her daughter is married. She is a successful lawyer. She had three children, two boys and a girl, just like Ron and Reina.

When Agnes went home, Ron and Reina promised that they would invite Agnes more often for a cup of coffee.

*****

From that day, Reina phoned every Monday, Wednesday and Friday if Agnes wanted to come over for a cup of coffee. And from that day on Agnes went every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for a coffee to Ron and Reina. And every day after the coffee, they drank one or two glasses of sherry. Agnes found it all very enjoyable, and she really looked forward to that cozy coffee morning with Ron and Reina. It’s a more than welcome change in her boring life as a pastor’s wife.

The ritual greeting of the dog, with his head under her dress or skirt continued with every visit. It’s embarrassing, but at the same time it made her cunt begin to tingle. So she took it for granted, because every time she came to drink coffee with the neighbors, they allowed their dog to sniff at her crotch as if it’s a normal thing. And to be honest Agnes found it’s also exciting. Everyone pretended it was accidental, innocent incidents. But Ron and Reina knew Agnes enjoyed it, and Agnes knew that Ron and Reina enjoyed seeing her getting excited. But they all acted as if nothing exceptional happened.

This particular Monday morning Agnes is risen frustrated. Last Sunday had been an outstanding last Sunday in May. It had been sunny and warm, and nature is in full bloom. Even Peter is touched by the beauty of this day. He had preached about the beauty of nature as God’s creation. It had been a happy sermon, full of beauty, hope and expectation. Agnes had heard him preach like this so seldom and she really listened to him this time. They had spent the rest of the day outside in the garden, where they until dark had been sitting under the beech tree or on the terrace.

When it was time to go to bed, the heart of Agnes is still full of beauty, happiness and love. Especially full of the last. The sermon that morning about the beauty of nature as God’s creation in mind, she had stripped naked and presented herself to her husband.

“What do you think of the beauty of God’s creation, darling?” She had asked. “Would you not enjoy it? Would you not indulge your lust on it?”

But her joy and desire stimulated rapprochement from her husband had made an equally abrupt as the disillusioning end of this wonderful day. Instead of making love with her, Agnes had gotten an angry lecture about the sins of desecrating Sunday. At first Agnes is shocked. Then she became angry. All her frustrations in recent years had come out and made a big quarrel, which had ended that Peter had slept in the guest room.

The breakfast that morning is held in a frosty atmosphere of silence and Peter had gone out the door without saying a word. When the expected phone call from Reina came, Agnes is still angry and frustrated. But the thoughts of the dog tongue, which, through the fabric of her panties would lick her cunt, improved her mood, and she is pleased with the invitation to come and drink coffee.

When she’s ready to go to the neighbors, Agnes gave in to a sudden impulse, and she quickly pulled her panties off, before she shut the door behind her. If her husband isn’t interested in her cunt, the dog sure will be. Agnes already wondered for some time how it would feel to have the dog’s tongue on her bare cunt. Well, in a moment she would know.

As usual, her neighbor is already waiting for Agnes at the open door. And as usual the Labrador put, as soon as Agnes is inside, his muzzle under her skirt and sniffed at her now bare crotch. A jolt of excitement swept over Agnes when she felt the wet nose of the dog against her bare cunt. Her whole body started to tingle, and she gasped for a moment. But then Agnes felt that the dog began to lick her cunt. She froze completely, and began to tremble with excitement.

My God, Agnes thought delighted. This is so delicious! Just great! She began to feel dizzy and she leaned backward against the wall of the hallway while she spread her legs a little further to let the dog lick her cunt. Reina looked investigating at Agnes, who’s standing with her back against the wall and with the head of the dog under her skirt. She had a glazed look in her eyes.

“Well, well,” Reina said. “The dog seems to excite your quite a lot. Do you need it that bad?”

Agnes heard her, but she paid no attention. She concentrated entirely on the delightful feeling of dog tongue over her cunt, and she had no time to pay attention to Reina. She is lost in the enjoyment of the licking dog tongue, which is setting her cunt on fire. When Ron came into the hall, he said nothing. He glanced at Agnes, and then knowingly at his wife. Ron studied closely at the facial expression of Agnes. Just before he thought she would orgasm, Ron pulled the dog by its collar away from Agnes, into the living room. Dazed and unsteady on her feet Agnes followed him and Reina with wobbling legs.

While Ron worked the dog out of the door, Reina served the coffee. The coffee brought Agnes back again to the reality, and she blushed with shame. But Ron and Reina acted as if nothing had happened. Nevertheless, the conversations during the coffee started off a little awkward, because Agnes is not sure how she should behave. Only after the first sherry Agnes relaxed and the conversation went relaxed and normal. How unbelievable it is, Ron and Reina seemed to have not noticed anything!

*****

That Wednesday Agnes is tensed, waiting for the phone call from Reina. She had pulled out her panties and had put on a wide skirt, which reached to her knees. In order to give the dog better access to her cunt. Last Monday, she had herself at home after the coffee immediately fingered, and after that first time she had often masturbated while thinking of the dog’s tongue on her cunt. So when Reina called, she went also immediately to the neighbors were not like usual Reina is waiting in the open doorway, but Ron. And to her disappointment the dog is also not in the hallway to stab his muzzle under her skirt and to sniff and lick at her cunt.

Ron went in front of Agnes to the living room and gestured her to the armchair where Agnes usually is seated. Pity, but the dog is nowhere to be seen. Reina served the coffee. The drinking of the coffee took place in a relaxed atmosphere, and even became a little exuberant when the bottle of Sherry came to the table.

There is not enough sherry in the bottle for a second round. So Ron went to the kitchen to fetch a new bottle. When Ron came back with the sherry, the dog took the opportunity to slip through the open door into the living room. Where he went straight to Agnes, where he pushed the hem of her skirt up against her thighs to be able to stick his snout under her skirt. A jolt of excitement swept through Agnes when she felt the wet nose of the dog against the inside of her thighs. Her whole body started to tingle and for a moment she held her breath. Instinctively she opened her thighs to give the dog better access to her cunt.

Only then she came back to her senses, but it is too late. Startled, Agnes looked around. The dog had his head pushed up the hem of her skirt so far that her bare pubis could be seen. Not clearly, only a quick glimpse of white skin and her cunt hair, before the head of the dog completely slid under her skirt, and the view of her cunt is blocked against the prying eyes of Ron and Reina. The same dog tongue that made Agnes shiver with excitement when the dog began to lick her cunt. And again Agnes let herself carried away by the thrill that brought the dog’s tongue on her cunt. Trembling with excitement Agnes allowed herself the heavenly delight of the dog’s tongue on her cunt.

Fortunately, she came back to her senses again in time. Agnes quickly sat upright and pushed the dog away. She clenched her skirt between her thighs and with a blush on her cheeks, she looked hesitantly at Ron and Reina. They smiled kindly at her.

“Just don’t be embarrassed, honey,” said Reina. “We already knew the last time you wore no panties. And we understand why you’re not wearing panties.”

“Well, yes,” continued Ron. “We were not sure the last time. But the way you responded to the dog, it is almost certain for us that you wore no panties.”

“I… I…” Stammered Agnes astonished and ashamed.

She did not know what to say.

“It doesn’t matter,” Reina said soothingly. “We do understand you perfectly well. In your place I think I would do the same.”

Agnes sighed. “I… I…” She stammered again.

She could still not say a word.

“Isn’t it nice a dog can give you a little relief of your sexual distress,” continued Reina.

“I think the same,” Ron said. “It’s a shame such a beautiful, sensual, young woman as you isn’t satisfied by her husband. Why don’t you just let the dog have his way with you?”

“Yeah, why not?” Added Reina. “We’ve already seen your cunt anyway, and you’ll certainly feel a lot better afterwards.”

Agnes looked at her puzzled. This Reina could not be serious! Still, she hesitated.

“I think I better go home,” she said.

While uncertain, she walked home with her head low.

*****

A whole week passed and nothing happened. No phone call. No invitation to drink coffee. Nada.

The events hadn’t left Agnes untouched. She thought about it almost all the time. Then she saw herself in her mind again sitting in the living room of the neighbors, in the armchair, with her skirt moved up to her abdomen, her cunt visible, and the tongue of the dog that licked over it. She could vividly imagine what it must have looked out for Ron and Reina, as she should have seen her sitting there. Too lively! Despite the shame and humiliation, these thoughts excited her. They excited her even so much that she masturbated with that picture in her mind again and again.

The relationship with Peter, and is and stayed cooled off. The atmosphere of hostility had been replaced by an air of civility distance. Peter is still sleeping in the guest room, and any affection or even rapprochement did not exist. Let alone that there would be sex. Along with the coffee with the neighbors that she missed, it all made that Agnes is restless and irritable. Something that became worse every day.

Agnes finally could bear it no longer. She had to do something about it. It had been more than two weeks since the last time that Agnes had drunk coffee with the neighbors, and so she took on a Wednesday morning after two weeks the phone and she called Ron and Reina. She got Reina on the phone.

“I’ve heard nothing from you for a long time,” Agnes said hesitantly. “So long, I’m afraid something might be wrong between us. Is there something I might have done wrong? ”

“Well, yeah, I don’t know,” said Reina. “The last time you were here, you suddenly got up and practically ran away, while you looked as if we were the worst filth.”

“Sorry,” said Agnes. She is not sure what to say. “I’m really sorry, it was not intended. I admit I felt shocked because the idea I would let your dog… Err, my… Um, would lick my private parts.”

“I suppose so,” Reina said very friendly. “But it did look as if what I said—”

“Again,” said Agnes. “I’m really very sorry. I really didn’t mean it that way. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you. I was just a bit overwhelmed by the situation. Can I not redeem myself, one way or another?”

“That’s something that would please us to, honey,” said Reina. “But can we trust you on your word? You give the blame on the situation, but that same situation, you have caused yourself by coming to us without panties.”

“I know,” answered Agnes. “And I’m sorry. Can I not come over, so we can talk it out?”

“That we would find very nice,” said Reina. “We miss you too. But it needs more than pleasant chatting. We need an insurance to know if your apologies are sincere.”

“I understand that,” said Agnes. “Tell me, what can I do so, you can regain confidence in me again?”

“Well,” continued Reina. “Come over here and drink coffee with us. But you must come over here dressed like the last time, in a short skirt without panties. That would be for us the proof you have spoken the truth, and that you really mean it. And that we would appreciate very much.”

Agnes is beaten dumb. She wanted to protest. To say that to come over for coffee without panties, is now just the cause of the whole mess. But Reina had already put the phone down. Agnes thought hard for a moment. It’s humiliating to drink coffee with the neighbors while everyone would know that she didn’t wear panties. It would make that the times of ignoring and pretending that nothing is really happening, would be over. Agnes knew the neighbors had known she liked it to let the dog lick her cunt. And also that the last few times she had worn no panties.

But no one could still pretend nothing had happened. No one could pretend any longer that he or she had noticed nothing or knew nothing. The time of innocence is now over. If she is going, it is not for the coffee, but for letting the dog lick her bare cunt, and that Ron and Reina would be watching her and the dog. Agnes made a decision. She pulled her skirt and her panties off, and she pulled the same, shorter skirt that she had worn that fateful Monday afternoon.

“I’m doing it,” Agnes said to herself as she closed the door of the parsonage behind her.

*****

Even before Agnes rang the doorbell, the neighbor opened the door to let Agnes in.

“I saw you coming,” said Reina. “Come on in”

Agnes did not really knew if she heard it well. Did Reina say: ‘I saw you cumming?’, or did she say, ‘I saw you coming?’

Well, never mind. Fortunately the dog isn’t in the hallway.

“I see you’re wearing the same skirt,” said Reina. “That’s okay. Did you arrive without panties?”

“Yes,” Agnes said, blushing.

“Show me,” Reina said.

“Sorry?” Said Agnes.

She is flabbergasted!

“Show me you’re not wearing panties,” Reina said. “Lift your skirt.”

Surprised and hesitant, Agnes grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted her skirt so far, that it must be clear to Reina that she is not wearing panties.

“Reina looked briefly. “Okay,” she said. “Follow me.”

Reina guided Agnes into the living room. Ron sat there on the couch. He stood up to greet Agnes.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said. Pointing to the middle of the sofa he said, “Come, sit down,”

The dog is not in the room. Despite her relief Agnes felt a little disappointed. Agnes sat down on the sofa, just like Ron. Reina served the coffee, and then she also sat down on the three-seater sofa on the other side of Agnes. They talk about the weather and their respective gardens. Over the village and the sermon of last Sunday. And they drank a cup of coffee. And they talked small talk. And the three of them drank a glass of sherry. And they let the dog inside.

Agnes jumped.

But she had no time to respond. The dog ran straight toward Agnes and stuck his snout under her skirt. A jolt of excitement swept through Agnes when she felt the wet nose of the dog against the inside of her thighs. Her whole body started to tingle, and she held her breath. Startled, Agnes looked around, but she knew it was no use. The dog had his head pushed completely under her skirt, and Agnes felt his rough tongue sliding over her cunt. She realized that Ron and Reina each on their side firmly grabbed one of her knees, and pulled at her legs, pushing them apart after which they also lifted her skirt and pushed the hem at the top of her skirt so that her bare abdomen clearly could be seen in the more than curious eyes of Ron and Reina.

Agnes looked shocked at her cunt. Her cunt that could clearly be seen between her extremely wide spread legs. Not only had she herself looked at her cunt. Ron and Reina also had both a fantastic view at the cunt of the young vicar’s wife. Meanwhile, the licking dog’s tongue made Agnes shivers with excitement.

Agnes tried to pull her legs loose from the hands of Ron and Reina, and tried to sit upright, but it is in vain. Ron and Reina held her legs firmly spread wide, and pushed Agnes with the other hands back against the backrest of the sofa. They smiled friendly at her.

“Just don’t be embarrassed, honey” cooed Reina. “We know how much you do enjoy it when the dog is licking your cunt. How passionately you’re longing for the feeling of his doggy tongue on your cunt.”

“I… I…” Stammered Agnes astonished and ashamed.

She did not know what to say or what to do.

“It’s alright,” Reina said soothingly. “You’re among friends here. We understand what a young woman as you occasionally needs. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“And is it not nice the dog can give you a little relief in your sexual needs?” Continued Ron. “So why don’t you let him just have his way with you, and let him lick your cunt?”

“Exactly,” continued Reina. “We’ve already seen your cunt, anyway. And your secret is safe with us”.

Agnes looked first at Reina and then at Ron. They both looked friendly smiling at her, but she recognized clearly the sparkles of excitement in the eyes of the elderly couple. Nevertheless, they were right. She needed to orgasm badly. And if that could happen by letting the dog lick her cunt, it is a wonderful solution. As long as she received an orgasm. And so Agnes did not resist against the man and the woman who were holding her back. She sank back against the backrest of the sofa, and with closed eyes, she let herself go, and she gave herself over to the sweet caressing of the raw dog’s tongue on her cunt.

 

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1 Comment on The Vicars Wife: Part 2

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  1. The are a few errors in here, it would be nice if you fixed them. Other than that great story.

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