Holy Orders

By Janice James

Janice's most sophisticated and complex work yet is set in a rural English village. Emily is the wife of the Parish Priest  and her life is tranquil and calm. But a chance erotic encounter with Sarah who is new to the village is about to change everything. Sarah causes Emily to feel shame and guilt, lust and passion. Like all forbidden fruit, she's irresistible. Now the Preacher's wife has a secret - how long can she keep it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Janice James
• Release date: Sep 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223479369

Book preview

Sarah took Emily over a threshold into a new reality. As her tongue made first contact with the neatly trimmed cunt Emily let out a long high pitched sound. Taboo joy swept through her

Chapter One

Jezebel

Emily climbed out of the shower over the big old bath and dried off. She wrapped a towel around her and padded along the hallway to the bedroom. As she passed the full length mirror in the bedroom she paused. She dropped the towel and regarded herself critically. Slim, shapely in the right places, a nice curve on her belly. She cupped her breasts, still pert, still firm she noted. At twenty eight her skin was still tight and soft, her legs long and shapely, her blonde hair strong and thick. She wore it conservatively short, in a Bob for ease of care. A Vicar’s wife shouldn’t be flashy, but there was nothing to say she shouldn’t be stylish.

She stroked a few fingers over her mound feeling the softness of her tight little forest of light brown pubes. Still sexy she thought to herself and satisfied, she went to get dressed. She was slightly fetishistic about clothes. Not in a sexual way, more a very minor obsession. She chose white knickers with a floral print, bra to match. The bra and knickers always had to match. A light summer blouse that buttoned to the neck, short cap sleeves and a light blue circle skirt. A wide belt for effect.

She looked like a housewife from the nineteen fifties and she felt like one which made her feel good. She pulled on white ankle socks and stepped into her favourite tan loafers. She had six identical pairs but these were her favourites. Back to the mirror she looked every inch the Vicar’s wife. And she was.

The vicarage, a large eighteenth century detached house, was in Purton. A tiny satellite of Swindon it was the archetypal rural English hamlet. A village green just big enough for pub team cricket, a pub to provide that team, a pond with ducks, a post office and a church. The houses were built from local stone and about a third of them were still thatched.

Emily was married to David, the Vicar of St Mary’s and the vicarage was their home. However, it was also the Vicar’s office and a hub for the Parish so it was a semi public building; Sunday school, parish meetings, garden parties and the occasional visiting Bishop or foreign clergyman or woman. The benefice came with a fairly generous stipend and an old Land Rover. David had taken and failed his driving test four times so Emily was the designated driver on all occasions.

Another of Emily’s duties as the Vicar’s wife was to keep the house clean, tidy and presentable. Cut flowers from the florist were outside of their budget so today she would pick wild flowers, enough to decorate the three downstairs reception rooms at least and she knew just where to go for them.

Sarah liked the countryside. She was fed up with London traffic, fed up with London stress and fed up with living in a shoebox so when the job in Purton came up she jumped at it. Village life, a cozy pub with regulars, a book club, a sewing circle maybe. It would be very different to Fulham. 

Sarah also liked lesbian porn. Most lunchtimes she’d jump in her car and drive a few miles North of her office in the industrial estate towards Hannington or Lushill. Along the way she’d found quite a few secluded spots where she could get off the road, into a field or a copse and indulge herself. Sometimes she’d just open the driver’s door and swing her legs out. Sometimes she’d lay across the back seat.

Today was a back seat day. She’d found a new spot where a track that wasn’t even on the mapping apps led to a small copse. She killed the engine, climbed into the back seat and slipped her knickers off. The sense of freedom was tremendous and thrilling. This was something she could simply never have done in London. There was also the thrill of possibly being caught. The chances were slim she imagined but it was real nonetheless.

She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down to expose her left breast. She fondled and stroked it gently pinching the nipple. She pressed the play icon on the video and put the phone on the seat, it was the audio she enjoyed on these outings. Her right hand went to her neatly trimmed hairy pussy.

The pleasure was instant. Her fingers explored familiar territory, opening the outer labia and stroking along them. Her natural lubricant soon allowed her to finger herself and transfer moisture to her clitoris, she gently rubbed it teasing the hood up. She moaned quietly as the pleasure spread through her vulva.

In the small wood Emily stood motionless. She’d seen the car pull up and watched the woman get into the back seat and lay down. She wondered if she might be tired or sick. But when the woman took her knickers off Emily’s eyes widened and she was now frozen, watching transfixed.

Sarah was listening to two Japanese girls enjoying each other and was now fully immersed in her masturbation adventure, she was rubbing her clit enjoying the moans and high pitched love sounds of the Oriental girls. The fresh air felt wonderful on her legs and her cunt, the slightest summer breeze. Her free hand came to her quim. Two fingers went gently in and Sarah was working the G spot, gently pushing and massaging. She started to feel the orgasm build and moaned loudly to the open vista before her.

She was indulging one of her favourite fantasies, the farmer’s boy catching her and taking her roughly on the back seat or over the bonnet. Her hips were bouncing slightly as she fake fucked him in her mind.

She closed her eyes and spread her legs a little wider. Her breathing was shallow and fast, the exquisite pain in her abdomen was moving into her sex. The hand on her mound worked the clit up and down rhythmically and she started to make urgent pleading sounds as her climax came closer. Her hips were raised and as the orgasm burst deep in her vagina she called out

Yes

she  arched her back,