Excerpt from Rendition 8 – The Vicarage Table:
“…Jez wasn’t going to have that though and paid the hiring bill himself and whispered to the vicar that he was a mercenary bastard when he next saw him.
The thing that bothered both of them the most was how this man could be so mean from his supposedly pious position.
“I feel for him in the way that you grind into me. For once, I don’t want intimacy and would prefer it if you slapped my arse red and tear into me as though I were a cheap pick-up and not the loving wife of nine years. He doesn’t enter the vicarage hall outside of service days usually, but obviously I have the entry keys”.
On the appointed day, Jez nervously approached the destination and turned the entry keys in the lock. Everything was quiet. Magenta lay on the vicarage table clad in black suspenders and a leather waistcoat bodice. She had deliberately put on the gaudiest makeup in an effort to make Jez play his part to the fullest. She wanted to look and behave like an easy-lay hooker and as Jez approached she was determined to ruin his vicarage table. ’Viva revenge’ she thought as her husband started to disrobe!
Once free from the shackles of clothing, Jez started to rub the gusset area of Magenta’s cheap underwear. She responded to his touch and her right hand pulled his head down to table level, so that he could see her dampness and smell her arousal. Her vagina had a beautiful symmetry and the exquisite shape of her labia was soon etched in the damp material of her briefs. She was ready to discard her clothing then, but Jez remembered her request to a fuller level and wanted to build the ‘whore attraction’ still further. Whilst Jez started to massage his wife’s supple yoga-nurtured stomach, Magenta raised her hips upward to display her moistness and with a wild motion, Jez succumbed to her role – playing and he literally ripped her knickers off her skinny hips. He motioned her to stand up on the table and the pair of them devoured each others tongues in their ‘feverish’ French kissing. She chose that moment to finger her husband’s…” To read this in full, buy the book by clicking here.