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Mrs. Martha Cane (Vanilla Lady) Ch. 01

By: MaryGrangerx



This is a total fantasy story with no underage sex or cruelty.

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I know it must sound strange but at the age of 58 and being respectably married for almost 30 years, I had seemed to drift along into a situation where I was actively helping my husband Henry and my married niece Maureen to live out all our secret fantasies. 

Although I had always fantasized on my own, I had been afraid to bring my outrageous fantasies into my marriage as I had felt ashamed as we were both much respected people in our community. I now realised that my poor husband Henry had been in exactly the same position. All those wasted years. Later on I read that they were called Vanilla Years.

I had never been a very sexual person in real life but now at this late stage in life, I loved encouraging Maureen to masturbate my husband in my presence.

It was exciting for me and I could see my 29 year old niece enjoyed pleasing her uncle who was quite clearly in a sort of seventh heaven.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON CAR RIDES.

It had got to the stage where if her husband Malcolm was working on a Sunday, Maureen would call over and take us out for a run in her car. Actually we had bought her the car, as we knew that Malcolm had a poorly paid job and was grateful for the help which we gave them. Henry made sure to pay the car tax and the insurance as we knew that Maureen and Malcolm would be unable to meet those sort of expenses.

Henry and I weren't active sexually but we both found these interludes over the last 12 months totally mind blowing. As we drove along the quiet lanes outside our village I kept a look out for a secluded spot and then suggest to my niece "Maureen, perhaps you could pull into that lay-by for a few minutes."

Maureen knew what I was saying and after we had stopped she would simply ask Henry "Would you like me to give you a little wank, Uncle?" The words were very direct but also very exciting.

Henry was a shy man but this new outlet for his secret needs brought him tremendous pleasure. He was however anxious not to offend me. I was always in the back seat on these car rides and he would turn around and ask me "I would like that very much. Will it be alright Martha?"

I wanted it to happen as much as he did and would reply "Of course Love. Undo your trousers and let Maureen pull it out for you. She likes to see it."

It was very quiet as Henry eased his trousers open and my niece reached in to pull his penis out.

By this time it was standing up straight and rock hard.

Maureen would sigh as she gripped it in her fist "I like your big cock Uncle Henry."

I knew that this excited my husband and told her "Your Uncle loves you talking like that, Maureen."

She knew I was encouraging her when I added with a little giggle "I like it as well Maureen."

Maureen was very much worldlier than us and enjoyed pleasing us and would go into the lovely dirty talk "I like rubbing your big knobbly prick Uncle Henry with its lovely spunky knob."

About a year earlier, I had discovered some of my husband's magazines without his knowledge. I felt guilty about enjoying them but it also made me aware of how inexperienced I was. I really lived my sexual life in a sort of secret fantasy world very much like Henry but sadly apart from him.

It was there that I first came across the term Vanilla which seemed to indicate a sort of meek person who never indulged in anything outrageous.

I knew that in reality this was a first class description of me. I was a Vanilla Lady. I didn't want to be but I was. Additionally Henry was a Vanilla Man.

A little while later Maureen and I had found even more of Henry's secret collection of dirty pictures and some of the fantasy stories he wrote. In them he frequently imagines himself rather diminutively with women teasing him and speaking childishly. 

It was totally out of character as he had always been a fine upstanding member of the community and very much respected. In the fantasies though he seemed to get excited by the embarrassing terms which were a little humiliating.

In the car as she was masturbating him, I just listened to Maureen treating him almost like a little boy I could feel myself flowing in my tummy and my breasts feeling heavy and fulsome.

It was so wonderful that I crossed my own legs and rocked in excitement as Maureen carried on with the childish chat "When we get back Uncle, I know Malcolm wont be there so I can show you my Tits."

Henry could hardly speak so I added to the naughtiness by adding "Your Uncle likes your Tits, Maureen. He often talks about your big nipples." A few years earlier I would never dream of speaking in this manner but now I felt ecstatic as I encouraged her.

Maureen was in full flow now and could see that Henry was almost cumming and whispered loudly "When we get home Uncle Henry, I want you to play 'Doctors' with me."

He was very excited now. We had played these games quite a lot over the last few months where my husband became Dr Henry and took my niece's blouse off to use his stethoscope. 

I played my part "When you take her brassiere off, Henry, you will have to examine her Tits."

My husband sighed "Oh, Martha."

Both Maureen and I enjoyed this naughty dialogue but it was an even greater pleasure to give my husband so much joy. Maureen added to the excitement by telling him "After you take my bra off Henry, I want you to suck my Tits."

He moaned "Your Tits, Maureen."

"Yes Henry, my Tits but most of all I want my big juicy nipples sucked."

It was just too much for him and just at that moment he spurted. I was ready and handed my niece a large white handkerchief so there was no mess. She smiled at me saying "He enjoyed that Aunty."

I knew she was also concerned about me and I told her "I enjoyed it as well Maureen." I wasn't being brave. I really had enjoyed it and had cum myself. Maureen seemed to have taught us so much over the last two years.

HOW IT HAD STARTED

It was about 2 years earlier when the change around started. We had virtually brought Maureen up after my sister had passed away in a car accident. She was almost like a daughter to us and had always been a very caring. Both Henry and I loved her so much.

Very often she would call us Mummy and Daddy. Naturally we loved this but always kept in mind that we were her Guardians.

We also liked her husband Malcolm as well. He was a nice young chap although not much personality and a very poorly paid job.

Henry and I were both quite well off and although we were retired we both had very generous pensions. He had had a wonderful job in the Internal Revenue and now did some very well paid freelance tax advice in our local community. Most of the business people and teachers and doctors would refer to him and they all commented that he saved them so much money.

I had worked as a Personnel Manageress until I retired at 55 and now spent a lot of time as secretary for the Local Women's Institute and was also a Governor at the local High School. 

We both spent a lot of time socialising and although I don't want to blow my own trumpet, we were very highly regarded and respected by all of the village. I often thought that if anyone knew about my secret fantasies I would die. I suppose this was the basic cause of my Vanilla life.

With this very healthy income it was so easy for us to slip Maureen money each week and made sure her car always had a full petrol tank. It was our pleasure.

The main problem was that it made her feel guilty. We tried to explain to her that it gave us such great enjoyment to help her and Malcolm but she was always looking for ways to pay us back in some way.

Naturally I spent a lot of time alone with Maureen and the conversation would drift around to very personal things.

Maureen told me that Malcolm wasn't very good in bed but she still loved him. She was a very mature young woman and had worked away for a few years, and had even told me that she attended some Adult Evenings. I was curious but she didn't elaborate.

After she told me about Malcolm's difficulties she surprised me by asking my advice. I think she imagined that I knew everything and was a fountain of knowledge. 

It was embarrassing but I felt obliged to confess that, her Uncle and I hadn't had intercourse for about 15 years and I had always felt guilty about it.

She was genuinely surprised and asked "Didn't he want it Aunty?"

I nodded guiltily "Yes he did, but although in the early years we did it for his sake, it just didn't excite me at all."

In one way the conversations were embarrassing but they were also a great relief to both of us.

We could open up our secrets which had made us feel so guilty for so long. 

She told me that when she had worked away she had mixed with some people who lived a very fast life and she had been to quite a lot of evenings where she had enjoyed 'Adult' entertainment. It also slipped out that something similar was running in our own village and she was secretary. Again she didn't elaborate.

After I told her that I didn't sleep with Henry any more she asked me very directly "But you must have needed some release yourself Aunty?"

The more we talked, the more our little secrets came out. I told her that I did touch myself a lot and fantasize and I also knew her Uncle did the same and used naughty pictures.

She lowered her voice "Do you like masturbating, Aunty?" I nodded.

"What do you think about to make yourself cum?"

I found myself telling my niece some of the outrageous situations I dreamed about and some of the dirty conversations and that I liked sneaking looks at Henry's magazines.

She giggled but was very understanding and said "I do it myself as well Aunty, as poor old Malcolm isn't up to it."

She went on to explain some of her thoughts and told me more about the 'adult' parties she went to when she was away. She shocked me a bit when she told me that everyone at the parties were very respectable and some of them were in their seventies. It made me realise that Henry and I were even more Vanilla than I had first imagined.

Gradually over the weeks I showed her more magazines belonging to Henry which showed young women in various stages of undress and also I found some fantasy stories which he had obviously written which involved young women.

None of the females were very young or very old. They were mostly and in their thirties with plumpish bottoms and breasts.

Maureen joked "They are all about my age Aunty. I wonder if he fancies me." I laughed, but from then on I did take special notice when she visited us and saw that Henry usually positioned himself directly opposite her so that as she got up or sat down a portion of thigh would be exposed.

On a few occasions if she was holding something awkward like her laptop computer her panties were exposed for a few moments. 

On these occasions I could see he was looking very intently up her skirt between her legs. Almost as if he had been waiting for something like that to happen. 

I spoke to Maureen about it and she had noticed it as well. She also joked that she didn't mind it one little bit if Daddy liked it but was concerned in case it made me unhappy.

Actually it made me want to laugh. I also thought it was nice that she sometimes teasingly called him Daddy and if he got the simple enjoyment out of it. To be honest it made me feel a little less guilty about my own shortcomings over the years. I even joked "Its nice for you to help Daddy."

From then on she became deliberately careless about the way she sat in front of Henry and we smiled when he had to retire to the bathroom. Maureen would tease me saying "He's gone to masturbate, Mummy." I think I liked the personal expressions as much as she did.

I really looked forward to these visits now and after Henry had sidled off to the bathroom, the conversation between my niece and myself became quite rude. She would tease me "I could see he was getting a big stonker on for me Aunty."

It made me giggle but I had seen it grow as well and murmured "I expect he is cumming just about now Maureen."

We had both read some of the fantasies that he had written so we knew how his imagination worked and there were some very naughty words used.

All through our married life we had never used bad language or did anything out of the ordinary. Maureen told me "You seem to have had a sort of Vanilla Marriage Aunty which was unsatisfactory for you both. Looking at his fantasies and from what you told me, you both wanted to be very naughty but were afraid to let yourself go."

There was that word again 'Vanilla'. I didn't like it but I knew she was right. He had another set of pictures which showed older ladies with really big bottoms and some of his additional comments were very erotic. Maureen teased me "You should have showed him your bum, Aunty. Yours is much nicer." 

She made me laugh but I found that in these special times both Maureen and I loved being really rude. We understood how his fantasies worked and to be honest they excited us both. I told her most of my taboo fantasies and she did the same. 

She had started to tell me more about her Adult Evening in the village. The people attending astounded me. Many of them were our close friends and the Village Elite including some teachers and the Vicar.

After Henry had left us for the bathroom and she said something rude I would add "I expect he has his handkerchief around his penis to hold the mess."

I knew she would take me further and asked me "Do you mean Uncle Henry's spunk?"

I giggled and nodded suggestively "Daddy's spunk."

We would take the naughty conversation further and further and then she said "It's a pity he uses a handkerchief, Aunty. It's very impersonal."

"But what else could he use Maureen?"

She looked a bit impish as she suggested "I could give him my knickers. Do you think he would like that Aunty? To wank into my panties?"

I laughed but I knew he would love it. I also liked thinking about it.

These conversations were getting more and more personal and outrageous and it was so exciting. Sometimes when we were safe and alone Maureen would put her arm around me and gradually she would cup my breast.

She encouraged me to do the same to her. Actually I didn't need much encouragement.

Everything was moving ahead apace and neither of us were doing anything to halt things. Neither of us wanted to.

The next move was when she kissed me full on the mouth and then eased my leg over her thigh as we sat next to each other on the settee.

That simple movement of really opening my legs caused my skirt to rise right up exposing all of my panties.

I knew I was asking for it. I also knew that my niece would give it.

Her hand and especially her fingers made short work of my panty gusset and were rubbing the edges of my vagina. It felt lovely. 

Over the years I had touched myself in a similar manner and derived great pleasure. That enjoyment however couldn't be compared to the pleasure Maureen was giving me on the settee.

Her soft voice whispered "Aunty?"

"Yes Love?"

"I am going to stick my finger up."

I remember I sort of mewed with pleasure.

She wanted me to be more explicit and said it again.

I wanted to reassure her "I want it up, Maureen. Up my vagina."

I felt her wonderful finger sliding in as far as her knuckle as she giggled "Do you mean up your cunt Aunty. I like your fat cunt."

We had seen these sort of comments in Henry's fantasies and we had both liked them. I was also rather plump which had caused some amusement over the years.

MY VANILLA YEARS WERE OVER.

As she masturbated me I muttered "Maureen?"

"Yes Aunty?"

I was as naughty as she was now "I like you up my fat cunt and like you playing with my big fat Tits." 

She didn't laugh this time but moaned with pleasure as she drew my hand between her legs.

Her little panties didn't cover anything and as I moved between her thighs I whispered "How do you like my fat finger up your cunt Maureen?"

There was no giggling just pleasurable moaning. I was in my late fifties and yet I felt I had just grown up.

These sort of interludes carried on for several weeks and became more and more explicit. And more enjoyable.

Although nothing was said directly to Henry both my niece's actions and my own actions were becoming more and more obvious. Henry knew we were helping him. We liked him watching even if it was in silence.

Usually we would sit next to each other directly opposite him and gently fondle one another for a while and then I would ask them if they wanted a cup of tea.

Maureen would always answer brightly "That will be lovely, Aunty. Uncle Henry and I can have a cosy little chat together." We all knew what this meant. Henry blushed as I went to the kitchen. I could still see and hear everything.

We had found out from his stories and magazines that he liked women of Maureen's age in stockings and suspenders and Maureen had started to wear stockings especially for her visits.

I heard her say to him "Sit on that easy chair opposite me Uncle so that we can chat and see each other.

The chair was particularly low and with Maureen directly opposite he had a clear view up her dress. She made it more obvious by opening her knees wide and fiddling with her elasticated suspender straps. 

He was staring straight at the crotch of her panties. Even from the kitchen I could see the swelling growing in his trousers and knew she would be using more personal words shortly.

As she fiddled with the clasp she smiled at him "These elasticated suspenders pull into my thighs very tightly Daddy. They are a bit of a nuisance."

He mumbled something and I could see him having trouble to stop himself squeezing himself.

When I came back in with the little silver tray with the tea and some scones she had her legs widespread. 

I sat down with them and served the tea. When I was settled I did comment "Those are pretty panties Maureen but they are a little grubby. Have you had them on long?"

She nodded. "Yes Aunty, they are a bit dirty. I have had them on all day since early this morning."

I knew what he was thinking. We both knew that Henry was almost ready for his trip to the bathroom.

She said casually "I don't really like wearing dirty knickers, Aunty."

I smiled "Why don't you leave them with us Maureen? We could wash them for you."

We had thought about this ploy a few days earlier and she responded "That would be nice Mum. It would save me some work."

She turned to Henry and asked so innocently "Daddy, do you mind washing my dirty panties?"

He looked red in the face as he muttered "No, I don't mind Maureen."

He was ready now for the bathroom and had started to get up of the chair. Maureen nodded "Wait a minute Uncle, you can take my panties in to put in the laundry basket."

I wanted to laugh as she pulled her skirt right up in front of my husband and eased her panties half way down her thighs and just stood there. 

She did ask coyly "You are sure you don't mind washing them Uncle."

He was staring straight at her panties and all the hair between her legs He tried to sound sensible as he answered rather croakily "Yes Maureen, I don't mind at all." 

She slipped her drawers down over her shoes and handed them over.

As he took the little bundle off her she whispered loudly "It will be nicer to use them instead of your handkerchief Daddy."

He blushed and looked at her and murmured "Yes Maureen, they are nicer and thank you so much."

Maureen just held on to the material for a few seconds longer and told him "You should thank Mummy as well Daddy. It was her idea for you to have my knickers."

It was all out in the open now. Henry was now actually holding my niece's panties in his hand as he turned to me "Thank you very much Martha. I am grateful."


Mrs. Martha Cane (Vanilla Lady) Ch. 01



I smiled "That's OK Love. You go and take your time. We want you to enjoy yourself.

From then on we started to do more and more things. I did worry a little in case Malcolm found out.

Maureen wasn't very concerned. She just said "I think he will be grateful Aunty Martha. Malcolm is a good husband but he knows he can't do very much for me and is very appreciative of what you both do for us."

She added "He knows I go to the Special Evenings in the village." I wanted to know more but didn't like to ask.

I always thought it was fascinating how Maureen could switch from calling us Aunty and Uncle to the more familiar family words. She knew the intimate words made us more excited.

It was just after that incident that Maureen started to take us for our Sunday Afternoon car rides. Both Henry and I looked forward to them so much.

When we went on our Sunday car rides she always called us Aunty and Uncle. She told me that when she called my husband, Daddy during masturbation in the car he would cum almost immediately which spoiled it for us all. She had thought of everything.

We now had access to all of Henry's pictures and stories and saw that a lot of his pictures that a lot of the older women had big bottoms and he seemed fascinated with images of an older man lying on a carpet and looking straight up.

Maureen had an idea for me to take a more active part and made some suggestions. I now knew that Henry and my old Vanilla Days had been such a mistake. I liked the thought of being more forthcoming but said "I would like you to be with me Maureen and guide me."

My niece was so understanding. She smiled kindly "Don't worry Aunty. I will be here to look after you and Uncle Henry. I know how much you looked after me after my mother's accident and I will always be grateful." 

When she said those words I felt it was now my niece who was our Guardian and it was I who felt so very grateful. 

I have quite a large bottom and when the three of us were alone, my niece encouraged me to wear short skirts and little panties. Under her instructions I would reach over the table and bend over which meant that the tops of my big legs became the centre of attention. 

When I heard Henry pant I knew that Maureen had been right. She was planning further exciting things for Henry and me.

One afternoon Maureen sat on the settee with her thighs spread. This time neither of us said anything but just watched him getting aroused. When he left us to move into the bathroom she held my hand and we followed him in before he could close the door.

He was in confusion but Maureen laughed "Don't be silly Daddy. We know you have a horn on. Just lie on the bathroom floor and Mummy will stand over you. I know you like her bum don't you?"

He panted "It's lovely, Maureen."

She laughed "Don't tell me Daddy. Tell her."

He was lost all ways now and murmured "Oh Martha, I have always liked your big bum."

I loved it. I encouraged him "I know I have a big bottom, Henry and big legs but I am wearing little knickers."

I could see how excited he was as his penis jerked up and down on its own. He reached down to hold it but Maureen reprimanded him "Don't touch it Daddy. I don't want you spunking just yet. Just lie on the bathroom floor." He was like a little boy now as he slithered to the floor and lay on his back.

Maureen had told me what to do beforehand and I followed her instructions by first of all placing one foot at either side of his face and raising my short black dress up over my big hips so that he was looking straight up at my panties.

He was just lying there with his rigid penis and then Maureen whispered loudly "OK Mummy. Sit on Daddy's face."

I heard Henry mew with excitement. So did I. For some reason it seemed even more taboo for my niece to call me Mummy in these circumstances. From Henry's stories we had seen the amount of taboo literature and I knew that Maureen calling him Daddy affected him. His penis was throbbing on its own.

As I lowered myself onto my knees over Henry's face, Maureen kept up the fantasy "Use your big buttocks on him Mummy" I knew what she meant and slowly sank onto his face so that his nose was pushing my little knickers right up my bum split." 

I could hear his muffled excitement as I gently rocked up and down with his nose giving me ecstasy.

As I looked down I could see my husband's penis throb more erratically and then without even touching it, it sent up a spray of white semen.

I was so thrilled. My husband and I had not been involved sexually for so many years. Now with the help of my niece, these new experiences were wonderful. I loved watching her do things to Henry but what was so lovely was that she enjoyed showing me different things to do to him.

Most of the time we all enjoyed each other's company in a very normal sort of way and I knew that Malcolm adored and respected Henry and myself. It was only on the special erotic evenings at home that things went Non Vanilla.

When Maureen and I were alone together she told me that she was worried in case she told me to do things which I may not want to do. We both knew that Henry couldn't decide things himself so she suggested that I take more control over our little erotic adventures.

I felt a bit panicky over this. I didn't want to go back to our old Vanilla days and I knew that Henry didn't either. I was afraid however to have the responsibility of deciding what to do on these special occasions.

I told her "I can't do that Maureen. I love these special times so much but I just wouldn't be able to do it without your guidance. Both Uncle Henry and I need your guidance and instructions so much."

She smiled sympathetically but explained "But you will be able to set your own limits then Aunty. I may tell you to do things which may be too shocking for you. When you are in control you may decide you want to go back to your old milder style of naughtiness."

I hated her saying that and told her so. "But that way of being naughty was terrible Maureen. That was why you're Uncle and I found it so unsatisfactory that we stopped doing anything. Now on many Sundays we make Henry play with himself in the car and sometimes we take him into the bathroom and you make him lick my bottom. Both your Uncle and I find the different things you make us do so exciting. We want you to instruct us."

She nodded. "I understand Aunty. You want me to be in charge and do the dirty things I tell you."

I felt relieved that she understood what we needed "That is exactly what we want Maureen. We want you to be in total charge."

I couldn't really have made myself any clearer but Maureen wanted to be sure and said "What you are saying in effect Aunty is that you and Uncle Henry want to be my obedient Pets."

I hadn't thought of it quite like that but realised that she was right and said so "Yes Maureen. We want to be your Pets."

I saw her pondering for a few moments before she said "I think Uncle Henry is in the garden isn't he?"

I nodded "Yes he is."

"Call him in."

I went to the back door and called my husband into the lounge. He came in immediately and Maureen told him to sit down on the easy chair so that we could all chat comfortably.

When we were all settled both Henry and I just sat there waiting to see what my niece would do or say. It was very quiet as we just waited for instructions.

Without me explaining anything I knew that Henry was aware of the situation.

We were being tested.

Maureen then told me "I want you to do something for us Aunty."

I knew we may be starting something so I just said "Yes of course Maureen."

She smiled "Don't pull your skirt up but I want you to pull your knickers down to your ankles Aunty."

I gasped. After our earlier conversation, I had no alternative but to obey. It was awkward to reach up under my skirt to grip my panty elastic and then drag them down as far as my ankles. 

I could see my husband staring. I was fully dressed sitting opposite him but my panties were just above my shoes. He was actually looking at the inside of my panty gusset.

I felt embarrassed. I could see Henry had a swelling in his trousers. Maureen giggled "He can see inside your panties Aunty Martha."

I felt myself blushing, especially when she asked him "Uncle Henry, you like Aunty Martha's big bum, don't you?"

Maureen was deliberately talking dirty to my husband to excite him. We could both see his trousers straining to break loose. He mumbled something positive.

She just kept being very rude. "You can see her panty gusset Uncle. You know where it has just been don't you?"

Again he mumbled. Maureen kept on "It's been up her cunt Uncle."

I saw Henry reach down and squeeze his penis as he muttered "Up her cunt."

Maureen continued "Not only up her cunt Uncle. They have been up her bum, her big fat bum."

Henry undid his trousers and pulled his penis out in front of us muttering "Martha's big fat bum." 

Although I was still embarrassed, it was very exciting for me to be so exposed and yet not fully exposed.

I was looking at my husband holding his penis and pointing it at me. This wasn't Vanilla. I heard Maureen asking him "Do you fancy her Uncle?"

He rubbed the shaft of his penis and grunted positively.

"Do you want her now, Uncle?"

He muttered "Yes Maureen."

"Do you want to fuck her Uncle?"

"Yes Maureen."

"Pardon Uncle"

He squeezed his knob and muttered "I want to give her a 'proper' fucking."

As he pointed his penis at me, I felt so vulnerable. I was unsure what he meant.

She knew but asked him "What do you mean Uncle. You want to give Aunty Martha a 'proper' fucking?"

I had never seen Henry look so aroused. It was exciting me but I also felt apprehensive especially when he muttered "Her fat bottom."

I wondered if Maureen would put him off. She didn't. Instead she giggled "She has got a nice fat bum, hasn't she Uncle?"

I panted as Henry pointed his penis at me which made the knob part swell and some creamy stuff dribble out.

He murmured I want to fuck her arse Maureen, and I would like to fuck her now."

Maureen simply said "If you want to fuck her Uncle, you can fuck her now."

She turned to me "Slip your panties off Aunty Martha and your skirt and kneel on the settee with your bum in the air."

It seemed as if I had no say in this matter. I knew I had agreed to be obedient so I did as my niece told me but asked her "What will he do to me Maureen?"

Maureen giggled again "You are going to be fucked Aunty. And from your position, I think he is going up your arsehole."

She was right. Even as she spoke I felt him ease between my bum cheeks. Even in my nervousness it was exciting. My thoughts were "I am definitely not Vanilla anymore."

WHAT HAPPENED AFTER

Henry and I frequently had Maureen and Malcolm over to our house. Malcolm and Henry really got on really well. Maureen was so lovely to me and always wanted to take me shopping and always spoke with great respect for both Henry and myself.

When Maureen and I were together she went to great lengths to tell me that nothing had changed in our close family life.

Of course things had changed with our secret excitements but she stressed that it was only on the special Sunday Afternoon Car rides and other Special Occasions when Malcolm wasn't around would it be any different.

She also said very pointedly "And if you or Uncle Henry want to stop the Sundays or the Special Occasions then we will stop immediately. If you prefer the Vanilla Times then that is what will happen."

I had thought over the change very carefully and I knew what Henry wanted. I also knew what I wanted.

I didn't have to explain in great detail. I just told her "Maureen, I really don't want to be a VANILLA Person again and I know that Henry doesn't either. I dread to think about our wasted Vanilla Years. We were happy but we both missed out on so much. We both like Sunday Afternoons and the other special times."

I was basically stressing once more my desire to be her Pet. She smiled and told me "That's lovely Aunty. I will be over on Sunday after Malcolm leaves for work and we will take Uncle Henry out for his little wank."

I giggled. I liked watching her do it to him and also all the dirty chat.

On the Sunday when she called over, I made our usual cup of tea and some toast. She liked to spend half an hour chatting before we left. Henry was looking anxious. He could hardly wait.

I did smile at her "He has been waiting for this all morning Maureen. His thing is hard."

She sipped at her tea and spoke casually "Is that right Uncle Henry. Have you had a horn on for me already?"

Henry blushed but also panted "Yes, I have Maureen."

It had been a new development over the last few weeks in that as we waited to go out she would talk to him in a teasing manner. It prepared his excitement and I liked it very much.

She sipped her tea and let her knees part a little so that her skirt rose up a little as she said "You have been thinking about my panties again, haven't you Uncle Henry?" 

He nodded. I want to giggle. 

She added "And my Tits?"

He groaned, and we could see his swelling inside his trousers.

She led him on further "And Aunty Martha's Big Tits?"

He panted and looked at me with lust.

I whispered in her ear "Talk to him about my Nipples."

She smiled "And her big juicy nipples Uncle. Full of Mummy Milk."

My husband gasped "Oh God." As he moved his hand down.

Maureen looked at me warningly. I told him sharply "Leave it alone Henry. You know you can only do that in the car. Maureen will help you."

It was the usual wonderful hour in the car. She didn't go into the Mummy Daddy dialogue any more as we had decided he always came too soon. We had to ration his excitement.

Sometimes on Wednesday nights she would come over for a nice chat about family matters. We had told her time and time again that if she had any worries we were always there for her. As we were chatting Henry would often slip out of the front door and take her car to the garage to fill it up with petrol.

Although we would talk about all sorts of things I wanted to emphasize to her how wonderful the change had been over the last year or so in that it was so exciting now for Henry and I.

She dismissed it offhand but I kept on. I also told her that Henry and I couldn't really do it when we were alone and that we needed her. She nodded understandingly.

I wanted to justify myself and blurted out "Although we need you Maureen, we are no longer a Vanilla Couple. We can manage really rude things now and it has opened up that side of our marriage."

Just as I spoke Henry came back into the room. He was a quiet man but quite quick on the uptake and quickly added "Your Aunty is quite right Maureen. We don't want to go back to the old days. We missed out on so much when we were Vanilla."

She nodded but looked as if she needed to tell me something. I could see she was holding back and I virtually ordered her to speak.

Poor Maureen. She was unsure what to say. Eventually she did say "I love you both so much Aunty and I really don't want to say anything that may upset you."

I knew she was hiding something and insisted "Come on Maureen. You know how much we love you. If you think something is wrong or amiss, we want to know."

She looked uncomfortable but told me "I do enjoy helping you with Uncle Henry and I know that it is nicer for you now, but you haven't really stopped all the Vanilla ways."

Henry looked puzzled. I said "But Maureen, we both take him out on Sundays for his wank which he loves. We play with each other in front of him and you help me to do all sorts of dirty things with him. How can you say that?"

She had to explain now. "Well one of the problems is Aunty is that you need me to wank him and all the other things. I have to guide him to fuck you. You can't do it on your own. There are a few things you need to be fully Non Vanilla."

I didn't agree and said "But I like you watching him fuck me and me sitting on his face and everything else. What else do we need to be fully Non Vanilla?"

She didn't want to say any more, but I carried on bullying her until she eventually gave in and spoke.

"Alright Aunty. Let me ask you a few questions. I have told you many times about the Adult Evenings I go to and all the people you know who also go. They all know you very well and respect you so much. Have you ever been to an Adult Evening?"

I was dumbstruck. I just shook my head and looked at my husband. He also said nothing and shook his heads. She asked so politely "Tell me Aunty. Why haven't you asked to come?"

I murmured "I didn't think I could manage it, Maureen."

She spoke firmly "That is nonsense Aunty. You haven't asked because you are not ready for it. You are very much better than you and Uncle Henry were in the old days but you are still partly a Vanilla deep down."

I dug my heels in. I swallowed hard and said firmly "I don't even want to think about being Vanilla again Maureen. I don't want to imagine it. We will come next week if you think your friends will accept us."

She laughed. "Of course they will accept you Aunty. They are really more your friends than mine. They are always talking about you and have asked me several times to ask you." 

Things were moving on quickly again. I wasn't sure what Henry and I were heading for but like all the other activities we had drifted into, it would happen now.

Henry asked tentatively "We are quite old for those fun and games Maureen. Would they really want me there?"

She burst out laughing. "You underestimate yourself Uncle. For a start, everybody is married and the youngest woman is in her mid-twenties and the oldest couple are probably in the late sixties. With you and Aunty Martha being about sixty they will absolutely adore you being there."

I felt more relaxed now and said "We have seen you fantasy stories Henry and you seem to like big young women." 

He blushed and said uncertainly "But will they like me, Martha?"

Maureen interrupted "What you are forgetting Uncle is that you fantasise about young women sometimes whereas the young women who come to our evenings fantasize about doing things with old married men. In fact young Mrs Davies told me last week that she would like to toss you off."

He blurted out "God, you can't be serious?"

Maureen looked at him so lovingly and then dug into her handbag and brought out some photographs and handed one to us.

Henry gasped and so did I. It showed Sally Davies the Religious Instruction teacher in the local high school sitting next to Mr Hiscox the Council Surveyor.

Her silk dress was very short and her legs open but what was really shocking was that she was masturbating him. 

Maureen asked me "What do you think of that Aunty Martha?"

I said "I am surprised at Mrs Davies doing that and I think her dress is very skimpy."

Maureen smiled "She does a lot more than that Aunty and anyway, that is not a dress, it is her silk petticoat. And just to complete the story she hasn't got any panties on either and her husband is watching."

Henry was gawping at the picture and then asked "It looks as if she is masturbating him, Maureen. Does she make him cum?"

It was obvious she would but Maureen was being very patient and said "She did more than that Uncle. She sucked him off. At our Adult Evenings Mrs Davies always sucks off Mr Hiscox."

"But you said that Mr Davies was watching them, Maureen."

"I know that Uncle but he was smacking Mrs Hiscox's bottom."

Henry panted. Maureen looked at me and smiled. We both know that spanking was one of his fantasy fetishes. He murmured "Spanking her bottom?"

Maureen delved into her bag again and brought out a picture. She looked at me. I guessed what it was and nodded. 




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She showed the large colour picture to Henry. His eyes almost popped out of his head. It was Mrs Hiscox over Mr Davies's knee with her skirt up over her waist and her panties pulled down.

Mrs Hiscox worked with me in the WI and was about 50 years old. Her big fleshy bottom was available for her spanking.

Henry murmured "He has her knickers down."

Maureen nodded. She didn't want to drag on with the explanations. She just said "It's more convenient Uncle. After he has smacked her bottom he always fucks her."

This shocked me somewhat. "Are you saying Maureen that he mounts Mrs Hiscox directly in front of her husband?"

"I am saying more than that Aunty Martha. He is fucking her in front of everyone. Later on Father Thomas fucks the Head masters wife. Usually everybody gets fucked."

I could see Henry getting quite aroused by all the suggestions and thoughts. I wanted to clarify things for myself as well as Henry.

I said "Maureen, I know all the ladies in the pictures. They are very respectable honourable people. Can you tell me if they get mounted against their will?"

"No they don't Aunty. They go to the Adult Evenings because they want to get fucked. They don't want to be fucked by their husbands but they want their husbands to watch them being fucked."

I pointed out "All the women there are close friends or colleagues. They are my friends."

Maureen knew that, and was speaking gently not to offend me "Yes they are Aunty. The women are very close and they also like to watch their husbands fucking their friends and sometimes their relatives."

This shocked me "Their relatives?"

"Yes Aunt Martha. Mrs Davies the Religious Instructions Teacher for instance is very often accompanied by her father and mother."

I started to realise that Maureen had been right. I was still very innocent and partially still a Vanilla Lady and asked "And does the same happen with her parents."

"Yes very much so. Mr Davies is often sucked off by his mother."

I gasped. It was almost unbelievable. Mr Davies was so much younger than his mother Grace Rowlands who I was quite friendly with.

The disbelief must have shown on my face, as the next thing that Maureen did was to hand me a picture which showed my friend fully dressed with her naked son.

He was just sitting on the settee but she was busily engaged with his penis in her mouth. 

I must have looked startled as Maureen smiled "And before you ask Aunt Martha, Mrs Rowlands likes sucking her son off."

I didn't have many doubts to voice now. I felt resigned as I as I wondered about young Mrs Davies and her father.

Maureen didn't want to shock me and asked "Do you know them very well Aunty?"

I muttered "Yes, Henry and I went out quite a lot with Grace and Jack Rowlands. They were very devoted to their family, although Lucy Davies their daughter was away at school for many years and then university just before she married. Lucy always spoke highly of her father and admired him."

I heard Henry mutter "Her Daddy."

I could see he was thinking about the relationship and so could Maureen. She did say very quickly "Mrs Davies only started to play with her father after she had been married a few years. Apparently all four of them realised that they were fed up with being boring Vanilla People.

I realised that they must have been in the same state as Henry and I. I was still surprised though as I knew that Lucy had always been quite religious and that was how she ended up teaching Scriptures at school. I explained this to my niece.

Maureen nodded "She still attends church every week but has realised there are other enjoyments with our Evenings."

Henry murmured again "With her Daddy."

We had both tended to ignore my husband but we could now see he had a very stiff penis inside his trousers. Maureen saw it and giggled. It made me smile as well.

Maureen teased him a little "At the Evenings, Lucy Davies loves sitting on Daddy's knee. She sometimes has her bottom spanked over the table."

Henry murmured "I bet he loves bending her over."

It was almost like the conversations in the car. I felt juicy just listening to them talk naughty. Maureen was quite expert at talking childishly as she knew how excited it made him.

She carried on "And don't forget Uncle. When Lucy bends her over the table her pleated skirt is so short he is bound to see things."

Even I was panting now listening as my husband gasped "He could see all her knickers."

Maureen nodded "Not only her knickers Uncle. Lucy Davies is quite a big girl and with her little knickers, Daddy can see the crotch of her panties when she opens her legs."

I smiled as Henry gasped "Her crotch."

She continued erotically " Daddy likes her big crotch."

We had all been enjoying the conversation in our different ways but Henry took us by surprise when he suddenly moaned and bent over sharply before limping into the bathroom.

Both Maureen and I were both dumbstruck for a moment and then she burst out laughing "I think Uncle Henry enjoyed thinking about my Adult Evenings Aunty."

It really had been funny and I found myself agreeing with her and giggling at the same time. I knew that Henry had been over excited but to be fair it had the same effect on me.

When Henry came back into the room he was calmer but more than a little subdued.

I didn't want to mess around and said "I think you know we liked you telling us about the Adult Evenings Maureen and we would both like to come with you."

She smiled and asked my husband "And you want to come as well Uncle?"

Henry nodded "Yes we both do Maureen."

She seemed to accept what we had said but added a precautionary "I know you are not a full Vanilla now Aunty, but if you come to the Evenings you will have to throw off any Vanilla thoughts and enter into all the games."

I knew what I wanted and said "I want to come Maureen and I don't want to be a Vanilla ever again."

Before she could ask Henry, he echoed my statement "I don't want to be a Vanilla either Maureen."



Mrs. Martha Cane (Vanilla Lady) Ch. 02



This story is a complete fantasy. There is no underage sex or cruelty.

*****

When Maureen told us that she had arranged for Henry and I to attend the Special Evening on Thursday we were both filled with excitement and trepidation. Henry told me quietly "I am afraid in case I am too old Martha."

I understood his nervousness very well and told him that I felt exactly the same way. For all our fears we both knew we wanted to go. 

On Wednesday, Maureen came over to see us. She knew how we were feeling and worried about us as she reassured us "You don't have to worry Aunty Martha. You and Uncle will be fine. All of your friends will be there and are so looking forward to seeing you."

I felt I had to say "But Maureen, I am almost 60. Some of the young men will laugh at me."

She shook her head and told me "You have no idea how they think Aunty. You are just at the age they fantasize about, and you are nice and plump and a sort of Mother Image for them and you dress so beautifully."

I looked dubious "A Mother Image?"

She smiled "That's right Aunty. A sort of Mummy for them. They will all want you."

I nodded and asked hesitantly "Should I wear young clothes?"

"God no Aunty. Just wear your ordinary clothes which are all nice. You have a lovely flowery frock which is knee length and so respectable and your normal underclothes, but definitely not tights."

"Not tights?"

"No they can be passion killers. Either wear tan hold ups or tan stockings and suspenders or nothing."

I gasped "Nothing?"

She laughed at my consternation "No, I don't mean 'nothing at all'. Just not stockings or tights. You will have to wear your knickers. The men will expect a woman of your age to have panties on."

I felt relieved. I wondered how far she wanted me to go "What about panties. Should they be tiny ones."

"No Aunty. Wear your ordinary knickers. The ones with the wide gussets. They suit you and they are quite erotic, especially for the young men. You can wear nice modest heels which is suitable for your age."

I nodded. I could see Henry listening apprehensively. He asked "What about me, Maureen. Should I wear anything special?"

She laughed and so did I. She just told him "No of course not Uncle. You go as you are. You are an older mature man, and that is what the younger wives will want. They will want to excite you and make you a big boy."

He was panting with nervousness but I could also see he was swelling out his trousers and so could Maureen. She laughed "He has got a horn on already Aunty." We both laughed.

I asked her "How does it start Maureen?"

She sat down and explained things. "We are meeting in the Church House. The Vicar and his wife are the hosts on Thursday. Nobody rushes anything. Remember they are all very normal respectable people. Even the people who have been many times before, are still nervous and apprehensive. For the first hour everything is like a normal get together of the Parish. Some of the guests will not participate but they wont mind things happening around them and will want to watch."

"But when will it actually start, Maureen?"

She smiled "It will start usually with the younger men getting impatient. When they start just try to slow things down a bit otherwise they get carried away."

"It will be the same for you Uncle. I know young Mrs Davies has designs on you. Just let her chat to you and let things take their course."

Henry gasped "Do you mean, Lucy Davies, the Religious Instructions Teacher in the local school?"

Maureen nodded.

It really shocked me "But Maureen, her mother is Grace Rowlands married to Jack. They are our best friends. Are you telling us that their daughter will be at the Special Evening?"

Maureen laughed "Yes, that is exactly what I am telling you Aunty. Not only will Lucy be there but so will her mother and father. You will have a shock when you see the people who go to the Adult Evenings."

Henry and I shook our heads in bewilderment.

Before she left Maureen told us "I will pick you up in my car at 7 pm tomorrow night Aunty. Can you be ready then?"

I assured her we would be ready and asked "Will you be taking care of us at the Vicarage Maureen?"

She shook her head. "No Aunty. I thought that it was time that you did some things on your own. You did say that you and Uncle Henry didn't want to be a Vanilla Couple."

I looked at Henry and he looked back at me. We had said that. He nodded. I said "Yes Maureen. We have to deal with this ourselves. Does Malcolm know you are taking us?"

She nodded. "Yes he knows."

That was the first time she had intimated that her husband knew about her Adult Evenings.

I had to ask "Has he been to any of them Maureen?"

She looked as if she didn't want to discuss it but did say "He has been to some Aunty, but they are very Special Adult Evenings. I will explain those to you some other time."

Even in my nervousness I was intrigued but knew she wouldn't say any more so I kept quiet and accepted things.

THURSDAY EVENING

On Thursday Evening, Henry and I got ready to go out. We were both a bag of nerves. Maureen picked us up in her car dead on time. As we travelled in the car, I jabbered nervously. Henry was very quiet. All Maureen said was "Don't rush things. They all want to see you there but they wont overwhelm you. Just enjoy things but don't do anything you don't want to."

As we entered the Vicarage we were met by the Vicar and his wife who smiled pleasantly and after the usual greetings led us into the large reception area. A lot of our friends greeted us but as Maureen had told us, they didn't overwhelm us, thank goodness.

We all settled down in cosy little groups. We ended up chatting with young Mr Davies and his wife Lucy. As she taught in our local school and I was a Governor we had an immediate subject to chat about. I knew that Bill Davies was a keen fisherman and Henry had been something of an expert angler in his younger days so it was a very friendly group.

I could see my friend Grace Rowlands and her husband Jack chatting with the man who runs the Post Office and his wife. Grace gave me a wave and mouthed words to the effect "Will chat later."

Lucy Davies was of course my friend Grace Rowland's daughter and when she had been very young had always called me Aunty Martha. We both joked about these memories and I asked her how her teaching was going. She was so enthusiastic about things that her husband laughed "Now you have her started Mrs Cane, it will be a job to stop her."

Henry was interested in a new Fishing Group which had started in the village and it turned out that Bill Davies was the secretary, so it soon became clear that my husband intended to join before long.

I looked around and could see that there were quite a number of groups in the room in similar sorts of friendly discussions. It was a reasonable size room but was set out with settees and easy chairs. We could all see each other and yet we were separate.

There were all sorts of drinks set out on a separate table and Bill immediately asked us what we would like. Neither Henry nor I drank much alcohol but we were both afraid of being wet blankets and not joining in. I felt a bit awkward trying to explain but Bill and Lucy were lovely.

Bill said "Don't worry Mrs Cane, quite a lot of people don't drink. What would be nice for you would be to have a tiny drop of white wine and top it up with lemonade and the same with you Henry, a tiny drop of whisky topped up with plenty of coca cola." They were such good company we felt so relaxed.

I did say to Lucy "We don't want to spoil your Evening, Lucy. You will probably want to talk with your other friends."

She smiled back "Certainly not Mrs Cane. We will all mix up more later on but for the beginning both Bill and I wanted very much to spend an hour with you."

I felt gratified when she said "I have adored you for years but over the last few years Bill has really fancied you."

I giggled, but Bill intervened "Now Lucy, don't embarrass our friends. They are new and don't want to hear anything that might shock them."

I explained that we were new at these parties and it had come about with chats with my niece Maureen and that Henry and I realised how much we had been missing.

Bill nodded his head wisely "Not very different from us Mrs Cane. And even more so for Lucy's mother and father. I think we all realised together that there was more to life than work and theatre and teaching. There was a lot of excitement around as long as we opened our minds. To be honest we all realised that we had been living Vanilla lives."

Henry surprised me saying strongly "They are our feelings as well Bill. Both Martha and I were fed up of being a Vanilla Couple."

Bill Davies nodded. He had been surprised how strongly Henry had spoken. So was I really but I was glad he had.

I looked around the room and could see there was a little more intimacy in the groupings.

My friend Grace Rowland had slipped her cardigan off to reveal that underneath she had a sheer black blouse on which was quite see through. 

The thing that surprised me was that she didn't have a bra on. Like me she was almost 60 and her breasts and nipples were exposed and she was talking to the Post Master. She was clearly enjoying him ogling her.

Lucy saw me looking at her mother and just smiled without commenting apart from saying "Mr Jones from the Post Office likes talking to my mother."

I tried to hide my surprise. It was important that we joined in with everything naturally. We wanted to be part of the Evening.

Henry did his bit to join in and said "I think you said you said you fancied my wife Bill. In which way?"

Bill Davies coloured up and murmured "I don't want to embarrass you Henry. I am sorry."

I said "Don't be silly Mr Davies. We have come here of our own free will. You wont embarrass us."

Lucy joined in to support me "Quite right Aunt Martha. I can tell you that Bill has more than fancied you for over 5 years and some of the things are really outrageous."

I wanted to giggle and I could see that Henry was really intrigued and asked "Come on Bill. You said we were all friends here and there were no secrets."

Bill nodded. He said "Well Henry I must confess I have fancied Mrs Cane since I saw her in that smart fitted dress when she made that nice speech at the School Reunion party. I can't tell you what I wanted to do to her." 

I wanted to giggle as I heard this young man talk about me like this in front of his wife and my husband. I remembered that dress very well and knew a few of the men were looking at me later on as I sat on the settee. I wanted to know more now, and so did Henry. 

Lucy could see I was a bit giggly and smiled and teased her husband "Go on Bill. You told me what you wanted to do to Mrs Cane. Tell her husband, he wants to know."

Bill Davies coloured up a little and then told my husband "To be honest Henry, I wanted to shag her. I have wanted to shag her for a long time."

It took my breath away and Henry gasped. I didn't feel unpleasant and Lucy could see I wasn't unhappy and pushed him a bit further "Go on Bill, say the rest of it."

Bill Davies was looking at me quite lecherously now and told my husband directly "When Martha was upon stage, Henry, I really wanted to walk up behind her and pull her skirt up and her panties down to her knees and ram my prick right up her."

Lucy giggled and poured some wine into my glass. I had a job keeping a straight face and drank a little. I liked the taste and it made me relax. I felt wonderful and drank some more.

I could see that Henry looked uncertain whether he should go with the flow or object. I knew that if he objected then the whole Evening would be ruined for everyone. He drank some more whiskey. 

I decided to let our young friends in on a couple of my husbands secrets and said to Mr Davies "Actually Henry writes naughty stories and your wife plays a prominent part, Bill."

Bill smiled "I would like to know what sort of part. Can you tell me Henry?"

I could see that Lucy knew that I was really enjoying things now and poured me some more wine. She must have realised that as long as Henry didn't object then we would all have a very nice evening.

She sat provocatively on the arm of the settee in front of my husband. She didn't actually pull her skirt up but she let it ride up so that all her stocking tops and suspenders were showing. I giggled. I liked her plump thighs. I knew Henry would. 

Any objections that Henry may have had had now vanished and he stuttered something.

Lucy laughed "And tell me Aunty Martha. What did Henry want to do to me?" 

I had some more wine and was giggling now like a young girl. I told them "He thinks you are like a lovely doll and is always wondering what sort of panties you are wearing?"

Henry blushed and gulped some more whiskey. He was aroused but looked apologetically at Bill Davies.

Bill had designs on me and wanted to make sure that Henry didn't spoil things.

He laughed "You are quite right Henry. Lucy does look like a nice plump Doll. Just think of it Henry. If she was your Doll, you could change her knickers whenever you want to."

The conversation was getting more direct now. Henry partly groaned and we could all see his arousal through his tented trousers.

Bill Davies didn't let go. He asked my husband "Do you want to see her knickers Henry. Shall I tell your Doll to pull her skirt up for you?"

The tone had changed somewhat. Suddenly Lucy had become, Henry's Doll.

Henry sounded like a little boy in a sweet shop "Please."

Mr Davies didn't have to instruct his wife.

Lucy smiled sweetly as she eased her red skirt up her plump thighs to expose her thin black panties.

The really were thin. Almost transparent. 

We could all see hairs coming out the side of the underwear and even more obvious the dense growth right between her legs. I liked it.

I thought that although she was a lot younger than me, she had as much hair as I had. 

She could see me looking and must have guessed what I was thinking as she smiled "I have always had a lot of hair just there Aunty. I have wondered about having it shaved."

I had another drink of wine and smiled "I think it looks really lovely Lucy through your lovely thin panties."

Lucy smiled "Thank you for being so nice Aunty. These are my pretty Dolly Knickers." and opened her legs wider. 

She did it as much for me as as Henry.

Henry was getting very aroused and I could see he wanted to join into the conversation and told Mr Davies "Martha has a lot of hair between her thighs, Bill."

Both Lucy and I laughed when Bill Davies groaned and spoke directly to me "I have always imagined you with a nice black badger with an open pink mouth."

The four of us were really getting into the mood now and although we were talking more and laughing it was in a secretive sort of way. We were chatting in hushed tones. Actually the whole room was like that.

Everyone was talking but the sound was lower and more of a gentle hum. It was very sensuous. I noticed that Lucy's boss the Head Mistress of her school was lighting some small candles in one of the alcoves. They sent out a very slight aroma which was very pleasant although not strong.

Lucy saw it as well and told me "Mrs Parker always brings a few candles as they are so relaxing and puts everyone in the right mood.

It wasn't very obvious but I could see that several of the young men had their hands up the back of some of the older ladies skirts and dresses as they chatted together in small circles.

One of the men was Mr Jones from the Post Office and his hand was right up my friends Grace Rowland skirt. I could see that Lucy was watching her mother as well. 

As we were both looking we saw Grace very casually alter the position of her feet, just a little. It was hardly noticeable but the main result was that she was now standing with her legs open. Mr Jones must have had more freedom with his hand.

Lucy murmured in my ear "My mother likes Mr Jones doing that to her." I nodded. Although Grace was still taking part in her conversation she was clearly enjoying herself.

Henry and Bill were quietly chatting and looking around the room. They weren't talking about fishing.

Lucy pointed out a few of the secretive things to me which were happening. A few of the smaller groups had joined together and the low swell of conversation carried on without increasing the volume and the gentle aroma of the candles wafted around. I was drinking more wine and Henry was gulping the whisky back.

I had shock when I saw the Vicars wife in one of the smaller groups on her knees in front of Mr Tomkins the local Landscape Gardner.

It was an odd sight in itself but it was much stranger than that as Mr Tomkins had his penis out and had it in her mouth. She seemed quite happy to suck away.

Obviously Mr Tomkins was happy but I immediately wondered what the Vicar would do about it and whispered my concern to Lucy.

She laughed "There wont be any problem there Aunt Martha. Cant you see him. He is in front of them with his back to us. It was so erotic, I could feel my tummy pulsing and my breasts felt lovely and full as gasped and muttered "But,he can see his wife?"

Bill Davies heard me and said "He likes watching his wife do that Mrs Cane, just look at his arm."

I gasped. Although we couldn't see properly, his up and down arm actions seemed to be very lewd but again it excited me. I wanted to join in some of these acts.

I looked at Lucy Davies for confirmation. She smiled and nodded. Bill Davies confirmed my thoughts by saying "The Vicar always wanks himself when he watches his wife with the other men."

It was erotic but I was still amazed at the reference to 'other men'.

Before I could ask the question Mr Davies said "She usually sucks off about 5 or 6 of the older men." 

I found it incredible. The Vicar and his wife were the most respected couple in our community.

Even as these thoughts were going through my head, the Vicar was breathing heavily and turned a little. I could see him plainly now in his smart dark suit and nice tie. The only thing that changed this image was the fact that his trouser buttons were undone and he had his penis out.

Lucy whispered "He cant do the full intercourse thing properly, so he likes to masturbate."

Bill Davies smiled "He is our Wanker."

I whispered to Lucy "I am so excited but I am not sure about my husband."

She smiled "Don't worry about him, Aunty."

I could see Henry drinking more whiskey and really looking straight between Lucy Davies' legs.

She was now lying back on the settee and her skirt was right up over her waist and her legs were splayed displaying the wide gusset of her transparent panties.

I could see that my husband was entranced.

Mr Davies asked quietly "Do you want to fuck her, Henry?"

Henry looked guiltily at me. I nodded back to him.

He murmured "I would like to, Bill."

Bill Davies laughed "That's the beauty of these Evenings, Henry. We can all do as we like and none of the husbands object."

Henry murmured "Thank you Bill."

Bill Davies smiled "I like your wife as well Henry."

My heart pounded with excitement. It looked as if it was my turn.

Henry looked a little shocked "My wife? Do you mean Martha, Bill?"

Mr Davies nodded casually "Yes Henry. Aunt Martha. As I told you earlier, I really would like to fuck her. I have wanted to shag her for a long time."

This was really exciting me. I was still sitting opposite them but I had let my legs part a little. I wasn't sure if my underclothes were showing, but I felt a little light headed.

I knew that we were almost there now. We were all breathing heavily. Something had to be said to move it on. Bill told my husband "I expect you want to get your Dolly's Tits out Henry?"




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Henry nodded.

Bill egged him on "I would like Aunt Martha to take her knickers off now Henry. Are you willing to tell her?"

This was the crunch point. Henry panted then he muttered "I am willing, Bill."

I panted. So did the others. We all waited to see what Henry would say.

He took a deep breath before saying "Take your panties down, Martha."

I murmured "Yes of course Henry. If you want me to."

I looked around the room and wondered if I should go somewhere privately to remove my underwear.

With the Vicar's wife sucking Mr Tomkin's penis in front of her husband and with most of the women in their underwear and various other rather lewd scenes my actions weren't the centre of attention.

I simply turned my back on them and reached up my skirt and gripped the elastic waistband and pulled my panties down. 

When I turned around Mr Davies reached forward expectantly with his hand out. I realised what he wanted and I handed him my panties.

With Lucy, Henry and me watching closely he raised my underwear to his face and sniffed appreciatively. He said with great feeling "They are nice and warm Henry and her cunt smells lovely."

Lucy giggled. So did I. Henry didn't know what to say. Henry was still staring at her.

Bill had his penis out and was clearly ready for me.

Before he moved towards me he said "Do you want me to sort your Dolly out for you Henry?"

"Yes please Bill."

Bill looked quizzically at him "Do you want Tits and Cunt, Henry?"

"Yes please Bill."

Lucy smiled as he husband murmured "OK Lucy. Slip your blouse and bra off for Mr Cane and pull your knickers down."

Lucy smiled compliantly and did as she was told. She really did look erotic with her large breasts and wide open vagina as she smiled invitingly at my husband."

I felt really desirable as young Mr Davies moved forward towards me. He was looking so aroused. For me this was part of my enjoyment. I could hardly believe that this relatively young man wanted to mount me.

He clearly did as he eased me back on my settee. My legs opened wide naturally with the movement and I did nothing to stop them.

As his penis moved up into my thighs I whimpered a little. I felt so vulnerable. I wanted to be vulnerable.

Then I felt it slide up into my vagina. As it did he whispered "I knew you would have a nice big cunt Martha. How do you like the thought of a young prick going up it."

I was panting. Up till now I hadn't said very much. Now I whispered "I like the feeling of your prick, Mr Davies. I like being fucked, like this."

It was almost funny but neither of us were laughing. He just moved in and out and up and down and stopping to kiss my breasts and all sorts of naughty things.

I could see over his shoulder and Henry was doing the same things to young Lucy Davies. 

I could hear Lucy whispering things to do in my husbands ear. She was clearly telling him the special things she liked. 

Even in these exciting erotic moments, I couldn't help wondering how this pretty young Religious Instructions Teacher could explain all this to her other friends and possibly her parents.

Then I realised that her mother and father were also at the Special Evening. In fact I could see my friend Grace Rowlands being mounted just a few yards from us her next door neighbour. Her husband Jack Rowland was doing much the same with another young woman who owned the corner shop.

I sighed with excitement. Actually everyone was sighing with excitement. I knew that Henry and I were no longer Vanilla People now.