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Part 1

Peter and Agnes were married for five years now.

Agnes is only twenty-three years old, and she is already stuck in the suffocation of a boring marriage with a man who is ten years older.

Five years ago, it seemed like a fairy tale. The good-looking, well-mannered, at that time 28-year-old young assistant pastor, who had shown interest in Agnes.

With sadness Agnes thought back at that summer, already more than five years ago. When Agnes is a happy, young girl who always smiled. Her beautiful blond curls were dancing around her head and her pouting lips always smiled. And when Agnes laughed, then her bright blue eyes were sparkling.

She is a joy to look at, and because of her openness and friendliness she is loved in the village, and an asset to the grocery store where she worked. Her cheerful character and her good manners, however, were nothing compared to her beauty. Every boy in the village had been trying to get courtship with her. But Agnes is not interested in boys. And certainly not for the farm boys from the village.

Just over two years ago, she went to a birthday party of a school friend who lived in the small town where she went to school. They had been all together in the movie, something that Agnes had not told at home, because she knew her parents would have disapproved that. They had been to ‘Dirty Dancing’. It is for Agnes a great experience, and she had never enjoyed herself so much of anything before.

After the movie, the birthday party continued, and everybody stayed overnight. In the dark, there is still a long time giggling and whispering about the movie and about Patrick Swayze and his hands, caressing everywhere. Agnes had gotten warm, and involuntarily her hand had slid into her cunt, where her fingers had done wonderful things with her clit. Without really thinking about sex, Agnes had become an orgasm. And that, she thought with some regret, is all the sex she had ever had till her marriage.

*****

She had met Peter the first time when he bought groceries at the local supermarket, where Agnes is sitting behind the cash register. He’s a friendly, good-looking young man, and even though he had nothing of the rebel where Agnes often dreamed of, she thought him handsome and charming.

The next time they met was after church on the next Sunday. To Agnes her surprise, the young man is announced by the minister as a minister in training that in their church would work as an assistant minister for a while, as a kind of training. After the service he spoke to Agnes whet he said goodbye to the congregation.

“Hello,” he said. “I saw you Friday at the grocery store behind the cash register. Do you remember me still?”

“Sorry,” lied Agnes. “There’s hundreds of customers each day passing the cash register. I can’t remember them all.”

“I understand,” said the assistant minister, laughing. “You have, obviously, most impressed me, then I have made an impression on you.”

When her parents invited him for a cup of coffee, he accepted the invitation without hesitation. It was the beginning of an old-fashioned courtship. At first, her parents were not very pleased with the advances made by the ten years old man for their daughter. But gradually stroked their egos that their son in law to-be is a pastor, and she encouraged him even to court Agnes. And so is Agnes is going steady with the assistant vicar.

Actually, Peter is an accountant at a national accounting firm in the neighboring town, where he also lived. When Peter is offered to establish himself as a pastor in a relatively small village, whose pastor elsewhere became pastor in another church, he liked the idea. When he also could be transferred in the same position in the office of the accounting firm in a town near the village where he could become the vicar, he asked the parents of Agnes for the hand of their daughter.

And although her parents actually found Agnes is too young, and she still had to short going steady, they were so pleased with the idea of their daughter, who would become the wife of a pastor, that they were only too happy to give them permission. And so the courtship ended half a year after she started, in the marriage of Agnes and Peter.

He told them of the vacancy of Reverend and the transfer to another office of the accounting firm. He also told of the parsonage, which is empty, and where they could live. Agnes is overwhelmed, but her parents were in heaven! Their daughter would be the wife of a pastor! She would be one of the notables of the village while she is serving God.

From then on, everything happened in a daze. Agnes met her future in-laws who came for a familiarization visit to her parents. Then the mothers arranged for the wedding, which took place a month later on a sunny, but cold Friday in February.

Agnes lost her virginity on her wedding night. It’s the first time they had intercourse, and she had, after the initial pain that had caused the rupture of her hymen, soon regretted that she had not previously let herself fuck. She loved to be fucked, and she could not get enough of it. For the honeymoon, Peter had rented a cottage on the Veluwe. It’s small and cozy, and had both central heating and a fireplace. And despite the bright, sunny winter weather, the first few days they almost did not leave the cottage.

Later that week, Peter and Agnes took bike rides and walks in the area, but once they were back at the cottage, they undressed each other and had sexual intercourse in all possible places in the cottage. Peter even fucked her once during a bike ride in the woods. Besides the silent cycle path, where they had no one seen the whole time, stood a simple wooden bench. Two short, upright thick poles in the ground, and two longer, thinner sloping poles next to them. A thick, apparently out a tree sawn plank on the thick poles served as a seat and a thinner plank against the thinner poles served as a backrest.

With a mischievous look in his eyes Peter asked Agnes to stand with her hands resting on the backrest behind the bench with her legs spread. While Agnes expectantly took the required position, Peter stood behind her. He unbuttoned Agnes her jeans and pulled it over her buttocks down, together with her panties. Because Agnes had her legs spread, her jeans and panties did not go down further than to just above her knees.

And so Agnes became fucked in God’s beautiful nature. It’s the highlight of the honeymoon, and the peak of their sexual exploits. It is also Peter’s last sexual debauchery he ever made. Rather, it is the end of a week of sexual arousal and the beginning of a life with occasional conventional sex in the bedroom. And the beginning of a blank, boring, and meaningless life.

*****

Agnes stopped daydreaming and with regrets, she returned to the present. Life as a married woman, Agnes had not brought what she had expected. Not to speak about sex. After the honeymoon, it went straight from the holiday bungalow to the parsonage. Peter, who lived on his own for some years had arranged that his furniture and other belongings were moved and unpacked so that Agnes came in a neat and tidy but to her completely strange house. Not that Agnes really cared.

She’s at her own home with her husband. That is all that mattered. Moreover, the parsonage is a spacious and sunny house with lots of light, and Peter had a good taste. She ran in front of him through the entire house. Arrived in the cozy and tastefully decorated bedroom, Agnes quickly undressed herself and went sprawling on her back on the bed.

“Let’s initiate the house,” Agnes said inviting. “Fuck me.”

Peter shook his head, laughing. “Come on,” he said. “Get dressed. The holiday is over and real life has begun!”

He turned and went away down the stairs.

Agnes is stunned! He just left her lying naked on the bed! Without even getting a hard on!

*****

And her life as the wife of the pastor suggested here in this village not much either. The church is very conservative. The church board consisted only of men. And farmer Schumann, the richest and the most powerful farmer in the village is the Chairman. And Peter is turned like a leaf on a tree. From the love and happiness preaching assistant pastor, he had under the influence of the church board changed in one week into a hell and damnation preaching vicar.

And Agnes was weighed, and found wanting.

Her cheerful nature and her sparkling laugh and her helpfulness why she is so loved in her hometown, were in this gloomy village negative behavior of the wife of the pastor. And she is blamed for her beautiful dancing blond curls and her generous sparkling laugh. Then the way she dressed herself and walked or cycled through the village. In her colorful blouses and t-shirts that were showing the outline of her perfect breasts so well, and her equally colorful skirts, she is, according to Chairman Schumann, the personification of seduction. In short, Agnes is not a woman that you could sent on home visits to sick people. Besides the wife of Chairman Schumann could do it better anyway.

Apart from the cleaning and arranging the flowers in the church, there’s no function for women to play in the church. The flowers were already taken care of by Mrs. Schumann, and even though Chairman Schumann found Agnes unsuitable as a pastor’s wife, the fact remained that she is the wife of the pastor.

And it’s not worthy of the wife of the pastor to clean the church.

What remained is collecting money, and there she had a lot of benefits with her cheerful appearance and her attitude. Because whatever Chairman Schumann, also might find about it, the people liked Agnes. She’s interested and compassionate and people were happy to chat with Agnes when she came at their door to collect money. And they gave generously. Agnes is collecting nearly twice as much money as the wife of Chairman Schumann did.

*****

The first year, everything is still new. She had met the villagers. The parsonage redecorated and refurbished. And she had enjoyed her freedom as a married woman. Until there is nothing left to enjoy. Not even the sex because the pastor still poorly once a week, on Wednesday evening before bedtime, had sexual intercourse with her. And the success of Agnes with the collections is the wife of Chairman Schumann a thorn in the flesh. So she arranged behind Agnes’s back for others to be in the collections by the women of the women’s council, and so Agnes was bored for four long years.

*****

Fortunately, the last month, there’s something to do. The house next to the parsonage had been empty for more than five months after the old lady who had lived there had just before Christmas broken her hip, and is deceased on the complications of the surgery. Shortly after the New Year the sign is placed in the garden, and it had been there for sale for over three months, before the sign is removed. Agnes had no idea who the new residents are.

But of all the jobs that the new owners had left to do she knew. For a month there is a coming and going of workers in vans. Carpenters, masons, heating and sanitary engineers, electricians, they drove back and forth. And don’t forget the gardeners.

The day before yesterday the moving van had arrived. Unfortunately, Agnes had just been to the shop when the moving van arrived, so she could not see how the new residents looked like. She then still had tried all the time to catch a glimpse of the new neighbors. And yesterday she had done her best to catch a glimpse of the new neighbors too, but in vain. And so Agnes again had nothing to do. And so Agnes is bored again. And so she did what she always did when the weather is nice. Drinking coffee under the chestnut tree in the garden.

While Agnes is in the kitchen making coffee, she heard the doorbell. When she opened the door, she saw a much older woman.

“Good morning,” the woman said. “May I introduce myself? I’m Reina, your new neighbor. ”

“Nice to meet you,” said Agnes. “I’m Agnes.”

“My husband and I would like to invite you for a cup of coffee to get to know each other,” added Reina. “If you have at least time and if you want”.

“I have both,” said Agnes. “And I’d like to go with you.”

She grabbed her house keys from the cupboard and pulled the door shut behind her as she followed the footsteps of Reina in the house of the new neighbors.

*****

Agnes followed her new neighbor along the street, across the newly constructed driveway through the newly landscaped garden to the front door of the neighbors. The neighbor opened the door with her key, and let Agnes go first through the door into the vestibule. A black Labrador came to meet Agnes, wagging his tail.

The dog did not jump on to Agnes, as she had expected, but began to sniff her enthusiastic. He even stuck his nose under her skirt and nuzzled her thighs and her crotch. Because of the pressure on her crotch Agnes could feel that the dog tried to lick through her panties at her cunt. Moreover, she felt the sandy rough dog’s tongue licking along the top of her thighs. It tickled, and her cunt started to twitch.

Agnes is not sure what to do.

Actually, she wanted to push away the dog, but she did not dare.

“You don’t need to be afraid,” said Reina. “The dog will not harm you. He only sniffs at you because he wants to get to know you.”

Agnes said nothing.

“It’s such a sweet dog,” the woman said. “So watchful and so obedient. He is a true, loyal friend.”

While the woman continued to talk, the dog continued to lick over her crotch. And although Agnes didn’t find it unpleasant, it was nevertheless particularly embarrassing.

She’s about to push the dog away when the door opened and a tall older man came into the hallway. He came up with arms outstretched toward Agnes.

“Hi, neighbor,” the man said with a broad smile. “Nice of you to drink a cup of coffee with us oldies. I’m Ron.”

Agnes is immediately distracted from the dog, who continued to lick through her panties over her cunt.

“Nice to meet you,” said Agnes. “I’m Agnes.”

“Nice to meet you too,” continued Ron. “Please, come in.”

Hindered by the dog Agnes tried to walk further, behind Ron into the living room who finally took action.

“Sorry,” he said. “I had not seen that King was bothering you.”

He laughed and grabbed the dog by its collar and led him through the living room into the garden.

Drinking coffee and making acquaintance went extremely pleasant. As if the incident with the dog had never taken place. The couple are Ron and Reina de Ridder.

Ron told Agnes that he had built up his recycling company out of nothing, and had it sold after a mild heart attack in order to take it easier. And that they had left behind the city for the same reason. They had three adult children, two sons and a daughter. The sons were engineers and the daughter is a lawyer. None of them had been interested in taking over the family business.
They knew that their house is next door to the parsonage.

And they knew that Peter is the pastor, and that he also worked as an accountant in the city.
Before Agnes went home, Ron and Reina promised that they would invite Agnes once again, together with her husband, for an acquaintance drink.

The weekend came and Agnes is expecting an invitation from Ron and Reina for her and Peter, so that Peter also is acquainted with the new neighbors. But Sunday had passed and Agnes still had not heard anything from Ron and Reina. When she on Monday had not heard anything, on Tuesday Agnes called herself to the neighbors, to invite them for a cup of coffee. She got Reina on the phone.

“That we would like very much, honey,” said Reina. “But we cannot leave King home alone.”

“What a shame,” said Agnes.

“Yes, I agree,” said Reina. “It would’ve been nice to have a cozy chat”.

Agnes kept silence.

“You know what?” Continued Reina. “Why don’t you come over and drink coffee with us. That we would appreciate very much.”
Agnes thought only a moment. “I’m coming,” she said.

*****

Even before Agnes rang the doorbell, the neighbor opened the door to let Agnes inside. When Agnes is inside, the dog immediately stuck his nose under her skirt and nuzzled at her thighs and her crotch.

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

Agnes felt that the dog licked her cunt over her panties.

“I hope you don’t mind the dog bothering you?” Said Reina. “He likes you quite clearly.”

“It doesn’t matter,” said Agnes.

She knew she didn’t mean it and that she found it very annoying.

“If you just let him smell you for a bit, he’ll eventually be satisfied,” continued Reina.

Agnes found the reaction of Reina, to say at least, quite odd, but she let the dog have his way, and she waited until Reina would intervene and would take the dog away. But Reina took plenty of time to stand and chat in the hallway while the dog licked Agnes over her panty crotch.

“Apparently, the dog really likes you,” said Reina. “Let him sniff, so he gets to know you better.”

But a little later, Reina pulled the dog on his collar away from Agnes, and she could walk unhindered into the living room.

 

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