Susan Came Knocking

Nathan thought, 'what was that?' but said, "Turning a bit bi in your old age, partner?"

Elizabeth's eyes twinkled, "Just loosening up on supressed tendencies."

"My turn to say, 'really?'" He lifted her foot and kissed the sole. "Seriously, she is an attractive woman. I can't understand why I never ran into her before. But there is something a bit off in her make-up. She only looked me in the eyes twice in the whole time I was in there. And there was something else." Nathan paused wondering if he should share.

"What? You can't stop there."

"Susan was scared, really scared, that I'd, or we'd, tell her husband about what the girls had done. She claimed he would spank them raw. I quote."

"That's serious stuff."

"Apparently, he has never done it because the girls are normally too goody to deserve corporal punishment, according to Susan. But she more or less admitted she had been subjected to his wrath. The thing is, she showed all the signs of enjoying it."

"I believe you do not see Susan around much because she stays at home or is off on particular visits to parishioners. The conversations I've had with her after church have always given me the impression that she's a pleaser and may be a full submissive character. Charles is a fire and brimstone kind of preacher rather than one of those lovey-dovey vicars. That he gets his jollies by spanking her makes sense to me. I'll look out to see if I can get a closer reading on her personality when we chat next after next Sunday's service."

Nathan continued "That reminds me. We started to talk about this house. She was interested in seeing it. I sort of invited her and Charles over for dinner one evening to show them the place. But I did say it would have to wait to the summer holidays, because you are so busy."

Elizabeth grunted, "Huh, you think I can't walk and chew gum? This is much too interesting to put off for months. I'll work out a time for a dinner date the earliest Sunday they are available. I'll also make the arrangements for the girls to come over at the weekend to talk and do gardening. Maybe I can get some free help with the weeding and digging."

"You're a trouper. Thanks."

"No. Thanks to you. Our life may have taken a turn toward the more interesting than it is already. Now take me upstairs and fuck me silly. You've woken something up in me."

"Really? You're full of surprises. I buckle down for the ride."

"Maybe that too. Follow me stud." Elizabeth winked and started to undo her blouse even before she reached the bedroom door. "Sweetie. Do me a favour and have a close shave. I want you to go down on me tonight."

"Don't I always?"

"Yea. You're good in that department. But for tonight, I want to avoid the sandpaper stripping of my inner thighs. Be a dear."

"Of course. Maybe you can get started without me. It'll take a few minutes."

"I'll do some warmup exercises."

Nathan took twice as long as usual to shave closely with his electric razor. Elizabeth buzzed with her finger vibrator. All was well in the Stone household.

As he emerged from the ensuite bathroom he froze to admire his bride resting flat on her back with the more distant knee raised as she gently stroked her pussy with her finger vibrator. Her erect nipples seemed to have lifted her whole breasts as their natural shape was more closely defined despite gravity's force trying to flatten them. She wore an angelic smile.

"What's with the blindfold?" Nathan was curious.

"Indulge me sweetheart. Start with a soft kiss tonight and work down from there." She set her toy aside and spread her arms in a gesture of invitation.

"Whatever you say." Given the objective she had set for him, he would have normally, after decades of experience, started at Elizabeth's toes and worked his tongue up her legs, teasing the inside of her taut thighs. Tonight, all was new and different in a way he had yet to understand.

The soft kiss stretched out into a harder, more passionate engagement of lips and then tongues. Nathan turned his attention to the side of her neck where he gave her his idiosyncratic vibrating purr that always sent shivers down her body. He licked the cupped skin between her collar bone and shoulder muscles. Travelling down, his lips and tongue took a circuitous route around her breasts towards her mountainous nipples. The licking, sucking and gentle teeth nips on her nipples had Elizabeth bucking below him as he straddled her torso. He moved on to give a tongue wash of her navel before he came to the main event. He started at the lowest part of the labia lapping up the already generous flow of natural juices. He spread the petals of her flower with the force of his tongue and delved into the soft cavern's entrance. He felt Elizabeth stiffen under him. He backed off a bit to feel the first spasms take hold of her. He became aware of her vocalization with her simply and quietly repeating to herself, "Fuck. Fuck. Oh, Fuck."

He let the cramping and words flow to a stop before resuming his ministrations upwards toward her clit. The first brush in that area once more gave her a second orgasm of the night. Her voice was louder and the spasms more pronounced. He backed off once more until she relaxed. He pushed his index finger and the next one into her love canal and resumed his lingual stimulation. He could feel it building below him. The big one. He knew what to expect. He closed his eyes and braced himself. She screamed, as she always did, "You fucking bastard," and bucked violently as she douched his face with her juices.

As they once more came down, she whispered in his ear, "Your turn. Fuck me with that fat cock of yours." He was now in familiar territory. He could now predict the outcome. Nathan did not take long to spend his load deep inside Elizabeth, and she had a gentle finishing orgasm.

"That last one was like a delicious dessert to finish a fine banquet. Thank you, lover. That was all delicious. You are so good to me."

They rested for a while before Elizabeth took off to the bathroom. On her return she snuggled up to his warm body. She asked, "You, okay?"

"Oh, yes. But I have a question. Why the close shave and the blindfold."

Elizabeth took about thirty seconds before she answered. Nathan thought she might have fallen straight to sleep before she spoke, "Don't be mad at me."

"How could I ever be?"

"That's sweet. Okay. I was thinking of Susan going down on me and I wanted the fantasy to be as genuine as possible. Whiskers and seeing you would have ruined my little game. You're not upset, are you?" She raised her head to look at him in the eyes.

Nathan felt a twitch in his cock. He made the eyes staring at him wait for a few moments. "Upset baby? Sweetie that was freaking hot. You've not come that much since we were young cubs at this fucking business. No. I am not upset. Just hot, as I said. But I do have a supplementary question. Where does this all come from? Have you suddenly become bi?"

Elizabeth sighed, "Nothing sudden about it at all. At Uni I had a girlfriend before I met you. I'm sorry I've never told you about it before. I thought it was in my past, to be forgotten about. Susan brings out those lusty emotions I had then. Maybe I'm having a flood of pre-menopausal hormones hit my system. But I must be careful though. It is only lust. She is married, as am I. I'm not about to damage her or our relationship or reputations, but a gal's got dream sometimes." She dug her partner in the ribs with a giggle, "Hey, just imagine a threesome with you, her, and me. That would be something." She paused, "Something that will never happen."

Shortly after they both into a deep sleep.

*******

Elizabeth returned from the Sunday service about noon. Nathan was waiting for her in the hall.

"Did you speak to Susan?"

"Steady yourself sailor. Let me get my coat off first." Elizabeth took time to carefully hang up her coat and hat. "Yes. We chatted."

"So, what's the deal?"

"Something is going on between Susan and Charles. I prodded her but she didn't share anything. I did invite them around for dinner next Sunday evening. We might find out more then. The twins will be coming over on Saturday for some gardening. That's about it."

"How did Susan look?"

"Still attractive, if that's what you are asking, but drawn and tired. She did not have her usual spark."

Nathan questioned, "You no longer want a threesome?" Elizabeth punched him on the shoulder and laughed.

"I'm going out in the garden. You have a squeaky gate to fix, and while you're at it can you put a spring, or something to close the gate to keep the dogs coming in and pooping on the lawn."

"Yes. Capitaine!"

******

"Bye. Bye." Elizabeth and Nathan called out their farewells to the retreating backs of Charles who was already through the gate which slammed shut behind him and Susan who had to open the gate to make her way into the dark laneway that doubles for their access road. Once through the gate Susan turned, raised her hands up above her shoulders and gave an exaggerated shrug.

"I thought they'd never leave."

"Yep, Charles did drag it out. At least we've had the big reveal. He was on fire."

Nathan looked at Elizabeth with his head to one side, "Bed? I'll fix the dishes in the morning after you've left."

"No way. You're not putting my best China in the dishwasher. I know you. And you'd be sure to drop at least one of my antique Waterford glasses. Let's do the dishes now. I'll wash. You wipe."

They organized the leftovers and put them in the fridge and arranged the washing up in piles.

The conversation started, "So what do you think?" Elizabeth started the dialogue.

"Trouble with a capital T."

"Agreed. What did Charles have to say when you went off into the sunroom for his cigar and I stayed with Susan in the lounge. That reminds me, please open all the windows out there before we go to bed. It stinks. I can smell it from here."

"First off, I had no idea he had his Doctor of Divinity. The fact he has been chosen to head up and develop a new seminary in Nigeria is a feather in his cap. He has fulfilled his wildest dream. The only reason he would get such a job was because the whole thing is being financed by the C of E in the UK, otherwise why not give it to a Nigerian. He hinted that his appointment had been sold to locals as purely a start-up position, but he has plans to make it permanent."

Elizabeth stopped washing the plates for a moment, "He's never pushed his qualifications in our face, I'll say that for him. His homily this morning was full of energy and about racial inclusiveness. No surprise in the light of what we've been told, but it was good. He does a lot with all the disadvantaged youth in the area with emphasis on immigrant populations."

"You're beginning to sound like you are fan of his."

"No. It stops there. What else did he have to say apart from the job?"

"Oh, he gave me a history lesson on how the British Punitory Force at the end of nineteenth century looted the Benin artwork and sold a bunch off to Berlin to pay off their debts. Berlin was where Picasso was exposed to African art early in his development. No idea if it is true, but it shows his enthusiasm for the area. What were your impressions. How is Susan taking it?"

Elizabeth paused for a moment to order her thoughts, "First, he drinks too much. Of the two bottles of wine, he consumed at least one of them by himself. He's a bit of a lush. He dominated the dinner conversation with his self-proclaimed accomplishments. A blow hard, but I knew that. I can see how he believes that corporal punishment is a good thing. Not sure how the Nigerians will take to that. Then there is Susan. She has more spine than I expected."

"Really. What makes you say that?"

"How about a divorce? She's seriously thinking about it. She refuses to go to Nigeria. She has a heavy phobia of any creature that has more than four legs, particularly insects. She was born and grew up in northern Scotland and hates the hot weather, and she refuses to be away from her girls as they go through their formative development into women. Is that enough?"

"Wow. That's quite a gulf between them. He's unlikely to give up his dream. I think he has already signed up and it would be difficult to reverse. You may be right they will divorce unless they can work out a modus vivendi, which seem unlikely. Vicars don't do open marriages."

"Susan meets the bishop this week. I think the powers believe it's a slam-dunk that the little wifey will just go along with her husband. Not this one. She has more spunk than I credited her with. Oh, I should mention I've agreed to meet her on Friday evening for a girls' night out."

"That'll be interesting. Hope you'll share."

"I think she want to air out her position after seeing the bishop. She may have decided a course by then. We'll see. Oh, by the way, so your imagination does not run away with you I will be a paragon of discretion and promise to behave myself with Susan on my date."

"A date? Mmmm. Good to know. I think."

They finished the cleaning up in silence as each reflected on the Susan and Charles situation.

"I'll open the windows in the sunroom. Then I'll meet you in bed for a little more spunk."

"Dream on, joker. I must work in the morning and it's late. Sweet dreams, I may be asleep before you get to the bed." Elizabeth disappeared before Nathan even had a chance to reply.

******

"You were late getting home last night. What was the time? One?"

"A little after. Anyway, it's Saturday today and we can sleep in. Mind if I snuggle up?"

"Be my guest. How did it go?" Nathan put his arm around Elizabeth as she wiggled over to put her head on his chest.

"We had a good time. I took her to that new French place in Surbiton. I only drank one glass of wine; in case you are wondering. She drank the rest of the bottle. She became quite chatty as you may expect."

"You are one fiendish strategist, my love. In vino veritas?"

"The bottom line is that when we were dining at the Bistro, she had no fault divorce papers delivered to Charles who she knew would be at home preparing his sermon for Sunday. He may be altering that sermon now. Susan orchestrated for the girls to be with her mother at her parent's place. As for the meeting with the bishop, he was apparently totally incapable of understanding why she was not interested in Nigeria and didn't believe she would divorce him over such a trivial matter. But did agree to financially support the girl's education until they were twenty-five. A major coup that she will consolidated in an email immediately she arrived home. She hopes he chokes on his boiled egg when he hears about the divorce this morning. It bothers me a bit that I am drawn in as bit player in the drama because she had the papers delivered when she was with me."

"Nah. Don't worry about that. You had no knowledge of what was going down and an innocent party. What's Susan going to do? Move out immediately? What about the girls?"

"I learned she a degree in social science, but no experience except for the pastural work she has done with Charles for the church. Not sure how much weight that will carry with any new prospective employer. The good news is that she has a good lump sum on money stashed away from a great uncle who died. Also, I gather her father is a retired rich banker of some sort who lives in Richmond Park area. She has access to funds."

"What else did you talk about for over four hours?"

"The girls and their education. She was proud to show me a photo of them. They are almost as tall a Susan and are filling out as young women. I was able to give some guidance on the educational possibilities. Also, she told me about her plans to continue to live at the Vicarage until the end of the school year and then move in with her parents near Richmond Park, moving the girls to a new school. The parents know about the situation and are delighted about it. Apparently, they never liked Charles and thought he married Susan for their money."

"Pretty harsh. But I can see that. That's it?"

"Then we got onto girly stuff as she got squiffy."

"Do tell."

"Don't get a big head. But she thinks you're pretty dishy."

"Dishy. What? She in the nineteen fifties?"

"Okay. Hot, although she did use the word dishy. Then she threw me for a moment, and I must have frowned." Elizabeth paused wondering if she was betraying a confidence.

"What? Spill the beans."

"She asked me if you went down on me. That's why I frowned. She thought I didn't know what going down meant and rephrased the question to does Nathan lick and suck your cunt. I was gobsmacked. In the mirror behind Susan's head, I could see a woman behind me raise her eyebrows into her hairline and burst out laughing."

"Susan said that. Wow. She's more aware than I ever gave her credit. How did you reply?"

"With a simple yes. No elaboration. She then told me that the sex with Charles dried up when she was pregnant and only resumed intermittently and with no frills, as she put it, meaning an appropriate missionary position only."

"Did she touch on the spanking?"

"I thought you'd ask that. Yes, she did. She was initially spanked as a genuine punishment following when she insulted a prominent congregation member in front of Charles. He told she needed to be taught a lesson. She found she enjoyed it and tried to upset him again just before they went to bed, and then suggested make-up sex. I gather it sort of worked except she never reached to a level of arousal of having an orgasm she readily achieved before getting pregnant. It's sad really."

"Susan is sex starved?"

"Sort of. I gather the doctor tells her there is nothing physically wrong with her. She blames Charles for his lack of technique. She also has a hang-up about masturbating. All very sad. Her final confidence was to tell me that if she went with Charles to Nigeria, she was fearful she would take a lover from amongst the seminary students. A not unlikely scenario that would certainly end badly. This was an unstated reason for not going with Charles and in my view more important than her fear of bugs and the heat. That's about it. Now how about us going to bed and you going down on me."

"Double shave?"

"Sounds good. Oh, one last thing to encourage you. As I dropped her off outside the vicarage after she undid her seatbelt, she leaned over to me and kissed me on the lips with a hand on my thigh. Not just a peck, but a good twenty second soft to smash with a touch of tongue."

"Wahoo. I'm off to shave." Nathan bounded into the bathroom ripping his clothes off as he moved.

******

The word of the Vicar's pending departure in two months was announced and his replacement, a woman, arrived to familiarize herself with the congregation. Shortly afterwards the word about the Vicarage divorce did the rounds coupled with a lot of speculation which Elizabeth and Nathan were relieved to find did not arrive their door. The divorce was not contested and took its time going through the formal procedure with ratification arriving eight months after Susan filed. Susan and Charles' domestic arrangements worked as Susan planned. At the end of the school term Susan and the girls left the local community for her parents' home. Charles took off to his new life in Nigeria.

Elizabeth met with Susan a few times and they were in contact by text or telephone reasonably often. Nathan landed a yearlong very well-paid contract that took much of his time and attention.

Despite Elizabeth's and Susan's occasional contact, Susan's presence faded into a pleasant memory, with their little fantasy occasionally resuscitated, as Elizabeth and Nathan got on with their lives in close harmony.

It was in May, about a year after the rocks were stolen, when Elizabeth heard some news from Susan that would change their lives.