The Vicar's Wife (Part One)

Michael had done this to me the first time in bed, and yes, I remember it made my nipples feel funny; it also made me feel funny down in my private place. So I replied.
“Yes.”
“Do you feel the tingling now?”
It felt a little weird having a stranger touching me, but it wasn’t making my nipples feel funny, or exciting my tummy like Michael had done, so my reply was.
“No. Not really.”

“That's not a good sign, but maybe it's just the ambience. Let me just try something else.”
He placed one hand in the middle of my back, one on my tummy, and said.
“Let’s just have you laid back onto the bed a minute.” Then as he moved his hands to lift my feet, which he placed tightly together on the bed, he said.
“And you’ll be more comfortable, if we lift your legs up.”
Then he walked across to collect his camera.
“I’ll just move this, its no good over there.”

What he'd said before had been right; I had completely forgotten there was a camera filming our every move. But now he’d placed it over this side of the van, so it was looking up the length of the bed, and had a full view of all that was about to happen to me.

As he re-arranged the way my skirt lay across my legs, thus preventing the camera from seeing up under it, he asked.
“Do you feel comfortable?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
And it was true, I felt in safe hands, not least, because of his little touch of placing my feet tightly together, and making sure my skirt was discreetly positioned to prevent the camera seeing more than necessary.
“Now I want you to trust me, because for this to work, you need to be fully relaxed. Do you trust me?”
Well up to now, this man and his friends, had been nothing but perfect gentlemen, and they’d done everything in their power to help me.
“Yes, of course I do.”

“Ok I’ll explain what I’m going to do, and it will sound strange, but remember, it is all being filmed, so I wouldn’t be doing it if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. And I really do need your cooperation.”
“Yes I will, I promise.”

“Ok, close your eyes, and try to think erotic thoughts. Think of things like the first time your husband made love to you. It's important you let your mind wander. I will start by repeating what we've already tried, fondling your nipples. But if like last time, they don’t react, I’ll have to try licking and sucking them. If you feel them beginning to react, just tell me and I’ll stop. Now before we begin, are you sure you’re ok with me doing this to you?”
I was more than a little confused.
“I’ve never heard of a doctor needing to do this, are you sure it’s really necessary?”

He sat-up suddenly,
“Ok, you can get dressed then. I thought you said you trusted me?”
I could see I’d upset him, and I instantly felt as if I’d let him down, acting like a shy and silly school girl. It was then, still lying flat out on my back, that I caught a glancing view through the gap in the curtains. I froze for a second and stared at the massive rainbow encompassing the hill on the horizon where Michael was still awaiting his rescuers. It was like a giant halo, as if god had given me a sign, and I now knew this man was genuine, he’d only been trying to help me.
“No please. I trust you; it was just me being silly. It seemed a strange thing for a doctor to do.”
“I told you that, I said it would sound strange, but you’ve subjected yourself to a very unusual injury, and I need to make sure your nerves aren’t damaged. Can you imagine if you'd never seen a doctor hitting someone just below their knee-cap with a little hammer, wouldn't this seem peculiar to you? But just because its something everyone has seen, and knows is a genuine reaction test, nobody ever questions it. Well what I'm doing is just the same, but you'd hardly imagine anyone talking about it to their friends afterwards, or you'd never see it in an Ealing comedy.”

“Yes, I see what you mean. Ok, I’ll do my best but it will be difficult for me.”
I lay back down, and closed my eyes, and I tried to think about the first night Michael had started fumbling his hands all over my body.
"That's a good girl. Are you ready? I'm just going to touch your nipples."
But he didn’t wait for my reply, I instantly felt his finger tips stroking across my nipples, and at the same time, he began to use his other hand to gently rub my ear-lobe. Just these two stimulants would have been enough, but now I felt his lips nipping my right nipple.

It sent a sudden quiver through my body, more violent, and penetrating than anything Michael had done on our first night. It penetrated deep into my tummy, right into my private place, and I felt it begin to tremble. I thought maybe this trembling was fear, because my private place associated someone touching my nipples, with the pain of Michael thrusting himself into me. Ian’s mouth was moving from nipple to nipple and back again, and I felt my hips lifting from the bed.

Suddenly I realised I was supposed to tell him if his touching was having an effect on me.
“I. I. I. Your.”
My mouth kept opening, and I think I know what I wanted to say; but words wouldn’t come to my lips. I kept trying to get him to stop.
“Ple... Please. You’re. Please.”
“Relax my dear. Just let it flood over you.”
“Ohhhh god. Ohhh pl...”
“It’s alright. Just let yourself go. I won't hurt you. Just let your body do what it wants.”
I wanted to tell him to stop, but I couldn't even say words, let alone make sentences that were comprehensible.

Well I did as he’d asked, I let go, not that I did it intentionally, I just seemed powerless to resist. I wasn’t sure if what I was doing was wrong, but it was like it was happening to someone else. He wasn’t just kissing and licking my nipples, he was kissing into the nape of my neck, and under my ears. God I can't explain what this was doing to me, I’d never experienced anything like this before, and I just wanted him to keep driving the sensation harder and deeper into my body.

I knew my hips were thrashing up and down, and that I’d now splayed my knees open, but it wasn’t actually me in control of the way I was behaving. As each tremor rippled down my body, it culminated in me thrusting my hips high up off the bed, and it wasn’t only my knees that were splayed open, my feet were no longer tightly together where he’d placed them. I was laid back, totally under his control, with my feet a good two foot apart in the most shameless pose.

He kept up his onslaught for an age, and although I had no idea what was about to happen, I could feel something was building up in my private place. It was pulsing wildly, and my tummy was knotted as if it was about to release some kind of fire ball.

I know it wasn't a fire ball, but something was released, and I began a violent jerking, and writhing about on the bed. Then I was suddenly aware my knickers and the tops of my legs were soaking, as fluid flowed from inside me. I must have writhed about for a good minute or two, and when I eventually collapsed, just for that split second, I felt like I’d been to heaven and back, and god was sitting at my side.

(God forgive me for saying that, but it was like nothing I’d ever experienced)

As I opened my eyes I saw Ian looking down at me.
“How do you feel now?”
As I’ve just said, I was in an ecstatic trance, and I just blurted out.
“Oh Ian, was I alright?”
“I don’t need to answer that for you, do I?”
“Oh Ian. What did you do to me? That was so wonderful.”
“So I can take it from that, you’ve never had an orgasm before?”

I had heard of them years ago in uni, but it wasn’t something that any of my friends ever talked about, and I'd never heard the word for years. But going by Ian’s question, I guess that must have been what had just happened to me.
“No,”
I whispered, in a very embarrassed manner.
“Well Shirley, you certainly made up for that today. You’re a top class squirter.”

I guessed he was referring to the liquid that had come from my body when I’d began to spasm, and I suddenly felt so ashamed, it was like I’d pee’d myself.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mea...”
“Don’t you be sorry.”
He stopped me mid sentence,
“That was exactly what I hoped you’d do. We’ve just proved what we wanted to see. Your stimulation points are working fine, and you haven’t done any permanent damage to your breasts.”

“And in any case, I need to examine you down there next, so you would have had to take your skirt and knickers off anyway.”
And with me still lying flat out along the bed, he began to unbuckle my belt. I placed my hand on top of his, and he paused his unbuckling.
“Ian, are you sure this is necessary?”
He looked at me, giving me one of those superior looks men are good at.
“Have you still got any discomfort down there?”
As he asked, he looked down to my crotch area and nodded his head. Discomfort! Now the affect of the orgasm was subsiding, it was beginning to hurt like mad again.
“Yes.”
“Then you’d be a very silly girl to ignore it.”

There was a pause, as I still found the whole thing very embarrassing; then I asked.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course you can.”
“I do trust you, and I don’t want to upset you.”
“Come on ask away, I promise I won't get upset.”
“You said once you could tell I was getting aroused, you’d stop.”
“Normally I would have done, but it was so obvious from the way your body reacted, that you were, so to speak, sexually tense. It is always better in those circumstances to allow the patient to attain full satisfaction.”
“You promise me you’re not just...”
I hesitated, not finding the right words, but without me actually saying what I meant, he answered me.
“I give you my word. What I just did to you was strictly in accordance with medical practice and I’d have done exactly the same if we’d had a nurse in attendance.”

I lifted my hand from his, and he resumed unbuckling my belt. Then he reached to my side to unbutton the skirt. As I felt him tug, I lifted my hips to allow him to pull my skirt under my bottom. Next his fingers were into the waist-band of my knickers, and I once again lifted letting my knickers be removed. He lifted my left leg across, and turned it slightly, bringing the inside face of my leg uppermost.
“My god, you’ve messed this up a bit.”
I instantly thought he was referring to the bed covers, with all my liquid squirting, so I lifted myself up to my elbows to look. But he was referring to my left leg, and the long red scratches I’d made on it as I’d slid down the top rail of the gate.

“Here, I’ll rub some of this in; it’ll help take the sting out.”
He began to rub some cream out of a tube he’d taken from his medical bag. But to be honest, the stimulation he’d given me, and the orgasm I’d just experienced, had pushed the feelings of soreness my legs had been giving me, way to the back of my mind. It was only the really dull aching from my crotch, which had managed to penetrate the anaesthetic effect of the orgasm. But he went ahead and rubbed first my left, and then my right leg, even though the latter was only slightly scuffed.

“There we go. I think that’s the legs sorted, now for your vagina. Is it alright me using the medical term? It doesn’t offend you?”
“No, that’s ok.”
“Is that what you call it?”
“Well not really.”
“What do you call it then?”
“I’m not sure as I’ve ever had to call it anything; I guess if I had too, I’d say my private place.”

“Ok Shirley my dear you’re going to have to be very grown-up and brave about this next part. It’s essential that I give you and internal examination, and to do that, I’m going to ask you to let me lift your legs right up high to your shoulders, and then stretch them as wide as you can get them. We’d normally have a special couch for this with stirrups, so you could relax as much as possible. But I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to put your hands under your knees, to hold your legs up for me. Will you manage that for me?”
“I think so.”
I began to lift my legs.
“Whoa there. Not yet my dear, let me explain the whole procedure to you first. It’s embarrassing enough for you having to go through with this; I don’t want you to be like it for one second longer than absolutely necessary.”

I let my legs back down.
“Sorry I thought you meant now.”
“You don’t need to apologise my dear. I bet you’re a bundle of nerves?”
“Y yes. I am a bit on edge.”
“You have my word, once we get started, so long as you relax and trust me like last time, it’ll be over before you know it. Ok, once we get you in position, I’m going to be feeling all around what you call your little private place, outside and inside, and I’m even going to be feeling inside your bottom. This won't be anywhere near as bad as it sounds, thanks to your orgasm, you’re really well lubricated. So before we begin, you’re clear about what I’m going to do? And you’re ok with me doing it?”
I didn’t answer, I felt instinctively, that he was a man I could trust, and god had sent him to help both Michael and I in our hour of need. I looked into his eyes, and nodded.

“Ok then, let’s have them little legs up nice and high”
So I began to lift my legs, his hands took hold of my ankles, positioning them precisely where he wanted as he passed them into my hands.
“Ok my dear. Have you got them?”
So there I was; spread open for him to do as he wanted.
His hands were all over me, sliding up and along my slit, back down to my bottom, and as he’d said, pushing into my bottom. The whole of this area of my body was covered in wet slippy juices from my orgasm, so wherever his fingers moved towards, they just slid in, and up.

I could feel he was moving from my bottom, to my front hole, and back again repeatedly, using two fingers held together. They slid up my front hole with out any problem, and I began to feel the sensations building up inside my tummy once again. But as he slid the two fingers up my bottom, I felt a rippling sensation as the knuckles passed in through the outer tight ring and then again as they pulled their way out.

I guess he’d been examining me for about two minutes when he said, “There really isn’t anything to feel nervous about.”
“I I’m not.”
“I can tell you’re not relaxing my dear; and like the last test we just carried out; if you don’t relax, we’ll never see if your stimulation system is working. Tell you what, let your legs down from up there, and just let them fall open naturally. And then I’ll start back on your breasts, and then work down to your little private place. You just close your eyes.”

I again didn’t answer, but I knew he was right, I was still tense. So I did as he'd asked and lowered my legs. And then I let my knees fall open, while I held my feet wide apart. He was soon leaning above me, sucking my nipples, and kissing around my neck. I immediately began to get aroused, for this time; I recognised that was what was happening to me. But no sooner had the thunderbolts of lightning began to send fire down to my crotch, before my hips resumed their humping action. But with him leaning up my body to suck and kiss my breasts, he was positioned in the valley made by my open legs, and thus my humping hips, pushed my mound hard into contact with his body. There was no mistaking what I could feel through the material of his trousers; it was his penis, and it was rock hard. This only appeared to enhance my arousal, and both of my holes were now both throbbing like never before.

I fought off what appeared to be an involuntary bodily movement, attempting to keep my bottom firmly down on the bed. But as he’d now sensed my state of arousal, he moved from my breasts, and I felt his mouth come into contact with my front hole. His tongue began lapping up the length of my slit and then back down as far as my bottom hole. But when after a few exploratory licks, he lingered around the front of my slit, and started licking and sucking, I heaved up into his face with a violent thrust. He sucked all the harder, and I felt a thumb slip up my bottom, whilst two fingers began ramming in and out of my love hole. He continued poking, probing, licking, sucking and generally exploring and manipulating all of the lower part of my body. For my sake, I just let my body do as it wished, and went with whatever my reactions dictated.

I knew another squirting orgasm was about to explode, and I just let myself behave like a shameless animal. As my orgasm began, he gripped hard onto the top of my legs, clamping his face into my crotch. No matter how I writhed about, he stuck to me like a limpet, drinking as much of my juices as he could get down.

We both lay still for minutes, I could not believe what had just taken place, and was finding difficulty making excuses to myself, knowing this couldn’t really be some kind of genuine medical test. Then I saw his face, as he lifted his head up, from where his mouth and nose had been buried hard into my love hole.

He smiled, “Well my dear. You can be sure of one thing, that secret place of yours is in perfect working order, just like your breasts.”
His face was covered with my juice, but he had the biggest smile I’d ever seen, and for some stupid reason I can't explain, I said,
“You look happy.”
“Well my little Shirley, I could say the same for you. But you’re right, I am happy. It’s not every day I get a vicar’s wife to cum in my mouth.”
“Oh god, you mean that was all a trick?”
“No, of course not. You know I was just making sure everything was working after your fall. And that massage I’ve just given you, I bet it’s taken nearly all the pain from in between your legs?”

Well he was right about that, the ‘massage’ as he called it, had relaxed and relieved what had been a very painful ache I’d had in my crotch.
“Yes, it does feel better.”
“So the fact you’ve just cum twice in less than twenty minutes, and I’ve had the pleasure of drinking your cum directly from your pussy, that is just a bonus.”
Feeling very embarrassed, I asked.
“Can I get myself cleaned up now?”
“Of course you can. But before you do I want you to just take this.”

He’d already stood up, and just as he was saying this he turned away, and put his hands to his bag. Then as he brought his hand back towards me, he was holding out his finger, like he’d maybe squirted something from a tube, and he had the squib of what ever on his outstretched finger. As it came to my mouth, I looked at it, it was like a sort of streaky white paste, almost like wallpaper paste.

“Open up, its only one little lick.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t you worry what it is, the doctor says to lick it up, so be a good girl.”
I took hold of his hand, and wiped his finger across my tongue, and licked it into my mouth. It was a little salty, but not nasty to taste.
“Well did it taste ok?”

“Yes, what was it?”
“It’s just a muscle relaxant, but you could do with a bigger dose than that.”
“Have you got anymore?”
“There’s a little left in a tube, but I think you’ll have to suck it out, while I hold the tube.”
“Where is it?”
He pulled his zipper down, and pulled out his big erect penis.
“Come on my little beauty, open up your mouth.”
As he said it he rammed his penis towards my face, and as I attempted to pull back, his hand on the back of my head pulled me forwards.

As the sticky wet end of his penis pressed against my lips, it forced its way into contact with my teeth. I stupidly attempted to protest, and as my teeth parted, his penis entered; preventing any words escaping.
“Suck it you bitch. Suck!”
But try as I might to pull away, he was too strong. I never even thought of biting it, and he pumped my mouth for nearly a minute before I managed to get it out.

“You dirty sod. I’m going to tell my Michael. Get off me you dirty man.”
“Calm down you silly girl, it was only my fucking dick, it wasn’t like I tried to poison you.”
“I’ll get you struck-off. I’ll tell them you raped me.”
“Don’t be silly, it’s all on camera, you agreed to everything. And as for struck off, struck off what? I’m not a doctor. I’m a plumber.”
“Why. You tricked me. I hate you. I’m sure my Michael will be able to get you into trouble with the police.”

“Look calm down; let me explain things to you. First, the video camera shows I didn’t force or rape you. Second the video I’ve just recorded can be put on the internet, or sent in the form of a DVD to the bishop, your parents, Michael’s parents, your neighbours, or anyone. And I can't imagine your Michael would be very impressed with his wife heaving her pussy up and down and squirting her cum for a stranger. In fact, I think he might even divorce you. So as you see, if you tell anyone, it is you who will lose out, not me.”

“Anyway, what harm has been done, you’ve just had your first orgasms, you should really be thanking me, not getting all upset.”
“But you tricked me. I thought you were a doctor.”
“But doctor or not, did you have two orgasms?”
“Well yes but...”
“But nothing, you were on cloud nine? And be honest, you liked the taste of my dick?”

“No I didn’t. You forced that on me. How could you do that? That was horrible.”
“You didn’t say that when you licked the cum from my finger.”
“But I thought you were giving me some kind of medicine.”
“And so I was. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop acting like a silly school-girl, and you’ll get my dick back into your mouth, and get yourself a nice big dose of it.”

“Don’t be so foul. I promise you, I don’t care if you are trying to blackmail me with that dirty video you’ve taken, I’m going to tell my Michael, and we’ll get you arrested.”
“You still don’t understand how silly you sound. Do you? Do you think your Michael will still be allowed to stay in the church, once the bishop and all your local congregation has seen you performing? I can guarantee you, the second Michael sees you behaving like a sex crazed whore, he’ll be on the phone to a solicitor, and the divorce papers will be written-up and ready to sign by the time he gets to the solicitors office.”

I kept trying to believe my Michael would stick by me, and discount the things this man was saying, but the more I thought about what that camera witnessed, the more I came to accept he was right. But if I once gave in to this man, I had no idea where this would end. I decided I'd try one last attempt to bluff him out.

“You can say what you like, I know my Michael, and he will believe me, not you or anything you’ve got on that video.”
“It’s your choice my dear.”
And with that he began to get himself dressed. Then while dressing he looked out of the window and said.
“But you’ll only have yourself to blame when this all goes wrong. And if I was you, I’d look-sharp and get some clothes on, looks like my colleagues are just getting the stretcher over that gate right now, so they’ll be here soon. Just remember, I offered you an easy way out, one where your Michael would have been none the wiser.”

I rapidly began to clean myself up, and get into some fresh clothes. But all the time I was wondering what would happen when they arrived back with Michael.
“What are you going to say when my Michael gets here?”
“I’m just going to play my nanny-cam back through that TV of yours, so your Michael, and of course, my friends can watch everything that’s just happened.”
“But my Michael will see you tricked me.”

“Do you really think a man’s pride is that strong, that he can live with a wife he’s just witnessed behaving like that with a stranger? Especially when he’s just had to watch it for the first time in the company of other strangers; all of whom are men. Knowing; even at best his wife has been more naive than a school girl. But at worst, she’s taken the first opportunity presented to her, to have a sexual relationship with a stranger.”

I was now fully dressed, and I’d pushed all my used clothes into the wash basket along with the soaking bed cover. Then as I spread a fresh cover over the bed, I could see the three men coming through the gates at the far end of the car park! I now had literally single minutes to decide if I dare take this man on, and trust that Michael would stand-by me.

I knuckled-under and decided it would be easier to just let him get away with his foul deception.
“Ok you win. I won't tell Michael, so long as you don’t show him the video.”
“Too late my dear. If you’d just given my dick a little suck. A minute would have done to show your appreciation for my help in bringing you to your first orgasm. But as it is, I’ll take pleasure in watching his face when he sees you on screen. And your face when he goes ballistic. Then I’ll make money selling the video on line.”

“Please don’t, I’m really sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut the mustard. Are you willing to prove it?”
“How? They’ll be at the door any second.”
“I’ll keep quiet on one condition.”
“What?”
“I want your knickers off. Now!”
“What are you going to do?”
“Nothing. I just want to know you’re walking around in here without any knickers on.”

As he finished speaking, they arrived at the other side of the door, and one of them knocked.
“KNOCK. KNOCK.”
I pulled my knickers down, and was looking around for somewhere to hide them. Ian took them from my hand with his left, as his right one was busy opening the door. Stood outside were two men either ends of a stretcher, and the third one carrying all their ropes and gear.

One of the men climbed in backwards, lifting with him the stretcher which had my Michael strapped firmly into it. Followed by the man on the other end of the stretcher. The third man piled all the gear onto the floor, and he walked to the driver’s door and climbed in.
“Someone got the keys?”

“Shirley my dear, have you got the keys for Jamie, and then we can get your Michael to hospital.”
I handed the keys to Ian, and as he gave then to the man in the driving seat, Jamie, I stooped down to talk to Michael. Even this was not as straightforward as it might have been. As Michael was flat on his back on the stretcher. And the stretcher was on the floor. I had to be careful Michael didn’t see up my skirt, and realise I hadn’t any knickers on.

“Michael dear, are you alright? Is it hurting bad?”
“I’ll be ok. It is hurting, but thanks to these Samaritans, it’ll soon be taken care of. Are you ok?”
“Oh yes, I’m fine. I would have come back up with them, to help them find you, but I stupidly fell climbing that gate.”
As soon as the words left my lips, I regretted saying anything. Why I’d told him that I have no idea, he didn’t need to know anything about me being hurt.

“Oh my darling. Were you hurt badly?”
I rapidly tried to back track, making out it was nothing.
“No. Just shaken up, and a bit bruised.”
“Has this gentleman looked at it for you?”
He said looking at Ian. I’d backed myself into a corner now, and only lies would get me out.
“No, there’s no need.”

“Don’t be a silly girl. These men are medically trained. They’ve strapped my ankle up, and given me a full once-over to check for any other problems. I’m sure Terry or Roy would be only too glad to check you out.”
“Sure thing Michael, we’ll take her into the back compartment.”
“There you are my dear, looks like you’ll have the attention of two medical men, you are privileged.”

Then turning to Terry,
“If you need any privacy for the examination, the partition door can be brought across to close that end off.”
“Well she did fall heavily with her crotch onto the top rail of that iron gate, so we will need to give her an internal.”
Michael almost swallowed his own tongue, and the gulp noise he made was noticeable.

“Well. Err. I’ll trust you to do what’s necessary.”
I wanted to shout out, but knew doing that, would only unleash Ian with his video of me behaving like a sex crazed animal; so instead, I let Roy lead me with his hand on my elbow, back into our bedroom. Whilst Terry closed off the partition; leaving my Michael, Ian and Jamie, all the other side. Jamie now had the campervan underway, so we were now making our way along the steep twisty moor-land roads.