Approaching her 50's, Jo was in very good shape due to regular exercise and healthy diet. A voluptuous frame with ample breasts, a tiny waist and wide hips would classify her in the porn industry as a MILF, a cougar, or a hot mature.
The effect of the vodka mixed with the warm sensation of her freshly bathed body made for quite a sensual moisturising. In the ambience of the candle lit room, in front of the mirror, Jo massaged and caressed her body. Oily fingers squeezed her breasts and pinched her excited nipples. Her hands explored her waist as they made their way over her hips and down each leg to her feet, and then back up the inside of her thighs until one hand was caressing her pussy and the other her ass.
“Oh Fuck! I’m so horny right now,” Jo sighed.
The silk sheets felt delicious on her sexually sensitive skin as Jo slipped into bed.
'That’s odd,' Jo thought, spotting the diary on the bedside table. “I could have sworn that I left this in the kitchen.”
Unable to resist reading more of the sordid details of the vicar’s wife and her gardener lover Jo studied the pages of the diary.
She read how the vicar’s wife would wait until her husband was out practising his sermons in the nearby churches before enticing the gardener into the house, often by standing naked in front of the tall windows until he caught sight of her.
The gardener was 15 years her junior at the age of 25, and by all accounts a strapping fine figure of a man.
The vicar’s wife had spared little detail about the size of his member, describing it as: ‘Twice the size of my husband’s, and so thick as to make me gasp with delightful pleasure.’
Jo read how the vicar’s wife would take enormous pleasure to bathe the young gardener before taking him into her marital bed and letting him have his rampant way with her.
Reading on, Jo enjoyed how the entry in the diary explained how the young gardener would pin the vicar’s wife’s arms to the bed as he slowly pushed his ‘stiffness’ into her body.
Jo was already feeling horny but this was tipping her over the edge. She decided to relieve her sexual tension and carefully put the diary on the bedside table.
Slipping down the bed and closing her eyes, Jo imagined the vicar’s wife and her lover.
Once again Jo’s fingers began to caress her own body. Her skin tingled all over as her excitement mounted. Cupping her breasts with one hand she slipped her other hand between her spread thighs and rubbed her erect clitoris letting out an involuntary moan of pleasure. Inserting two fingers into her moist pussy Jo began to finger-fuck herself to orgasm. Kicking down the sheets to expose her naked body on top of the bed she thrust her hips and desperate pussy into her stabbing fingers. Still pinching each hard nipple with the fingers of her other hand Jo screamed into her climax.
