Vicar's wife, Jenna, decides to give up sex for Lent!

A series in 17 parts, by Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The Jenna series started with ‘Jenna Goes To Church’, followed shortly after with ‘Jenna, the Vicar’s Wife’. It resumed recently with Jenna’s New Year’; and now it continues with a Lentil 2-part story. Other episodes will follow.

It was the last Sunday of Shrovetide, known as Quinquagesima. At St. Michael's Church, Reverend Morris had amassed a pile of old palm crosses, intending to burn them on Ash Wednesday.

"Shouldn't be long before the first members of the faithful arrive," he said to his wife Jenna, who was adjusting the flowers at the side of the pulpit.

"Oh before I forget, I've got something for you to burn on Ash Wednesday," she smiled, handing him a pair of her panties.

"This is an unusual-looking palm cross!" He replied. "I think I'd better burn this separately from the others! Is there some reason why you want your undies reduced to ash?"

"Well Simon, I've been thinking. And I've finally decided what I'm going to give up for Lent."

"You're giving up wearing underwear?"

"Ha-ha. Tempting, but no. I'm giving up sex."

Reverend Morris almost dropped the box full of crosses. "What? Sex? No, you can't be serious!"

Jenna nodded. "I'm 100% serious, my love. Lent is supposed to be hard, and you're always going on about how part of being a good Christian is making sacrifices and so on. It's traditionally a time of fasting and abstaining from something to repent and focus our hearts and minds on the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ."

"Yes, but within reason, Jen! I don't expect you to suffer hardship as bad as that!"

"I can do it, Simon. I'm committed to seeing it through. It's only forty days."

"B-but, that's six weeks!" the vicar whined, looking as if his entire world was about to end. "I, I'm not sure I can, er, go without for so long!"

"Now Simon, you're a man of God. You're stronger than most. I know you can do this. And just think how wonderful it will be when Easter comes, everything in calf, bursting out in spring glory, sap rising, mating seasons beginning, shoots thrusting upwards, days getting longer, "

"Vicars dying of horniness, " Reverend Morris sighed.

"Exactly. And it won't just be you going without. The other chaps of this church will have to go without as well!"

"Oh my goodness, Jenna. There's going to be a lot of frustration building up in this church! When you say no sex, does that mean, "

"No physical contact whatsoever, my dearest! No blowjobs, no kissing, no cock in cunt, nada! Just like social distancing."

Reverend Morris' lip was trembling. "Not even a kiss?"

"Nope. I'll be sleeping in the spare bedroom until Easter. I can blow you a kiss. And whilst we can't do anything involving physical contact, there are other naughty ways we can get through Lent."

"Like what?"

"Use your imagination, Simon!"

He thought for a moment. "So I'll have to make do with dating Rosie Palms until Easter?"

"If it helps you cope, yes!"

The reverend took a deep breath. "You're absolutely right, Jenna. I can get through this. I admire you so much for deciding to have a sex ban. In fact, I think I love you even more, and I didn't think that possible!"

"Aww. Ditto." She kissed him. "We'll make the most of Shrove Tuesday," she added, with a wink. "I'm going to do some creative things with pancakes."

He slipped his arms around her. "Remember that morning after the Candlemas service, when we got soaking wet in the rain and we just ravished each other once we got back to the vicarage?"

"Hee hee, yes. Or that time last month during that short holiday in Lincolnshire when we stayed in that weird hotel, and the ghost gatecrashed our passion?"

"Bit early in the morning for that, isn't it? Then again, I'm not complaining!" A voice shouted, and they both looked round. Gordon the organist had just arrived.

Moments later, Josh the curate appeared.

"Morning guys!" Jenna smiled. She turned back to her husband. "You'd better get your robes on. Looks like some of the congregation are here already. I'll go and hand out some hymn b...

A wife surrenders her clothes during treasure hunt.

By sharedare. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

One of my hubby’s closest buddies had flown in from Phoenix to spend the weekend with us. Jay and Hubby had grown up together and, up until a few years ago, the two had always lived in the same neighborhood. Moving up the corporate ladder eventually required Jay to relocate to Arizona, but he and hubby had remained as close as ever.

It was Friday night, and the three of us were enjoying a casual evening of wine and conversation. As the night wore on, we somehow ended up talking about jewelry, and my desire to upgrade the diamond in my wedding ring. Hubby and I had often discussed the idea of upgrading to a full karat. Unfortunately, the price had always been more than we could reasonably afford. And so went the discussion that night, only this time it included Jay.

I had consumed just enough wine to make me a little goofy, so I wasn’t too surprised by myself when I remarked to hubby and Jay that I should work the streets for a day or two to raise money for my diamond. Both Jay and hubby were all for the idea, urging me to hop into a mini-skirt and get to work. Jay said I definitely had the body for it. We all laughed and soon the conversation turned to other topics.

The following day, hubby and Jay were up and out of the house early, heading downtown on what they described as a “secret mission”. Although they returned home about six hours later, they refused to divulge the purpose of their trip.

It seemed as though we were going to spend our Saturday night, as we had the previous night, sampling a new collection of California wines, feasting on barbecue, and otherwise enjoying the warm night air. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to me, except that hubby wasn’t partaking in any wine, claiming that he had a slight upset stomach. I should have been more suspicious, especially since his upset stomach didn’t seem to affect his appetite for steak.

At about 10pm, having already consumed quite a few glasses of wine, Jay and hubby finally sprung their surprise on me. They said they had decided to split the cost of a one-karat diamond for me, but that I had to agree to play a little game in order to “win” my jewel. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but I decided to hear them out on their plan.

Jay explained that he and hubby had purchased a gift card with which I could purchase my diamond. He went on to say that all I had to do was go on a treasure hunt to find four purple marbles.

Hubby chimed in and said that he and Jay had hidden the marbles in four separate locations, and that they would drive me to each location and tell me where to retrieve each marble.

Before I could ask what the catch was, Jay, an impish grin on his face, explained that I would be required to leave one article of clothing behind in exchange for each marble. He also said that, to play the game, I had to limit myself to only four pieces of clothing, not including my shoes. And my shoes, he explained, had to be the highest-heeled footwear I owned.

I continued sipping my wine as I considered the offer made by these two screwballs. I really didn’t mind Jay seeing me in my birthday suit, but I wasn’t sure just how adventurous this game was going to be. Neither hubby nor Jay would give me any clues on the locations of the marbles, but they did emphasize that if I didn’t retrieve all the marbles, or if I failed to leave an article of clothing at each discovery site, they would cash in the card and get their money back. In the end, the wine gave me the courage I needed to take them up on their dare.

After donning a t-shirt, gym shorts, and a pair of four-inch high-heeled black boots, we headed off to town (town, by the way, is Reno, Nevada). I demanded that no photos or video be taken. Reno is a small city and believe me, word gets around. I locked up their phones and mine in a small lock box and slid it under my front passenger seat. Jay sat in the back while hubby drove.

Our first destination was a Bartley Ranch Park on the south outskirts of town. It was fairly close to our neighborhood. As I peered out the window from my seat, I could see that the park was fairly well lighted, and only a few people seemed to be in the area. From the back seat, Jay handed me a 3X5 card that told me that I could find my first marble taped underneath the picnic table located under a gazebo, close to the river.

Looking across the park, I could see the river running along the opposite side of the park from the parking lot. Mustering up some courage, I opened the door and headed out across the grass. The pi...

Accepting Charity: Part 1 A Puritan virgin begins her journey.

By RomanCEisdead2. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Charity Begins

Charles was a lowly cordwainer (a cobbler in modern terms). A religious man whose wife died during the plague outbreak in 1665. He lived in an isolated community in Essex, of England; with his only daughter, Charity.

Age and failing eyesight meant that he could no longer make much of a living. He worried about his daughter who, having reached the age of 18 was still unmarried. His concerns were mainly because he had maintained her sheltered upbringing, deliberately keeping her away from other people, especially young men. The exception being the Pastor and his wife, who they usually saw on Sundays at the small building that served as a church for the local community.

Realizing that he could no longer support both himself and Charity, Charles came up with an idea and at the next church meeting, he approached the Pastor.

"Pastor Smith, as you know, I'm getting old and my hands are tired and weak. I am unable to do as much as I used to, and my income is poor nowadays. I am a frugal man and I can survive on truly little, but I fear for my daughter Charity. She is a good girl, a hard worker and carries out all the household duties that her Mother used to do. I wonder, would it be asking too much if you could see your way to providing a roof over her head? She could work for her food and lodging, so you would not have to pay her. I'm sure that your wife would welcome such able help around the house."

"Well William, I can understand your troubles. How old are you now? Sixty-two?"

"Sixty-seven Summers, this June Pastor. I feel fortunate that my father taught me to count when I was young, so that I could keep track as the years went by. People said he was foolish to do so, as I only need to count two shoes!" he joked.

"It's not surprising then that your body is struggling. Not many men make it to your age. As for your daughter, well, I had been thinking that Elizabeth could do with a little help. I had been thinking about a young woman to come in occasionally, but a permanent addition to our household? I will have to think about that. I will let you know next Sunday."

William had not mentioned his idea to Charity yet, but he knew that he would have to broach the subject soon, because if the Pastor agreed, she might well not be accompanying him home in seven days' time. He prayed that the Pastor would agree, because he knew that Charity would be safe and looked after under their protection. She would be in a Christian environment, far from the temptations of the young farm hands in the area. But he just could not find the right time to explain his plan.

One week later, Charles' prayers were answered when Pastor Smith confirmed his agreement to take Charity as a household servant and to continue her religious education. But now he had to explain to his daughter. She was waiting for him outside.

"Charity, I am old. I am tired and I can no longer earn enough to keep us both."

"Oh! Father!" She was taken by surprise by this sudden admission. She had realized that her father was struggling but had hoped that God would help find a way to improve their situation.

"Ever since your Mother passed, bless her soul, all I have ever wanted to do is to provide for and protect you. I can no longer do this, so I have made a decision."

Charity knew that he was about to tell her something that would change her life and she dreaded what she was going to hear.

"I have spoken to the Pastor and he has agreed to take you into his home as a servant, to help his wife in her daily duties. He has agreed to continue your religious education. I know that you will work hard and earn your keep. I know that you will be a good girl and make me proud."

"Oh, Father! Are you sure? How will you manage without me?"

"I need very little child and I'm sure that I can earn just enough to feed myself."

"But Father,"

"No "buts" my dear. I am afraid it must happen. I took the liberty of bringing your things with us today."

Charity had wondered why her father had brought the sack with him. It was not exceptionally large, she only had three shifts and two changes of clothes and she was already wearing her best set.

"A...

The housewife allowed me to wear a slutty lingerie while working, even if her husband saw me and fucked me. It happened.

By Dina Petro - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

A house cleaning service for a few hours was requested from the freelance contractor’s service office, They called me and I said I would be there on time. I reached the given address, rang the doorbell, the door was opened for me by a good-looking middle-aged house wife, “Good evening Mrs. James, I am Julie, your cleaning lady” I said.

Mrs. James smiled, asked me to come in saying, “Please call me Tammy”.

Mrs. James briefed me on what was supposed to be done and I went to work right away, about half an hour later, Tammy walked to me saying, “Julie, I hope you don’t mind me leaving you alone and on your own, I am sure you already know what to do, and you seem good at it as well, I have some important matter to handle for a couple of hours”

I smiled saying, “Of course Tammy, go right ahead, but I have a request please?”

She said, “by all means, say it Julie”

I said, “since I will be all alone in the house, can I wear something more comfortable for me to work in, maybe it is not suitable for my job, but it feels very comfortable and makes me feel free”

She giggled saying, “of course darling, you are free to wear whatever makes you comfortable, even if you wanted to work naked”

We both laughed, I said, “not to that extent, but it is very close to that anyway”

She pointed at a close by bedroom saying, “OK go ahead, get changed while I get ready as well, let me see that outfit, you are making me anxious”

I took my bag with me, got in the room, put on my outfit which was a simple black lacy, totally see-through stretch lace bra, most of my big sized tits were showing, there were a pair of what we may call panties, thongs, made of the same material, totally transparent showing almost all of my assets.

When I walked out, Tammy was already out waiting for me, she looked at me totally shocked, smiling while checking my body out top to toe thoroughly, she giggled saying, “Hey woman, that looks so hot on you, I almost feel turned on being a woman, what if a man sees you like that?”

I giggled saying, thanks, so sweet of you to say so, does it really look hot, I know it is a slutty outfit, but it makes me feel totally free while working, almost naked like we said”

She said, “I like it, yes of course it looks so hot on you, but make sure that door is locked, you don’t want any commers to see you like that, the only person who has the ability to unlock that door is my husband, who is not due till so many hours, but...”

I said, “But what?”

She smiled saying, “he has the habit of showing up without prior notice, but that happens only 5-10% of the time, and if he walks in and sees you like that, you will get fucked even if you had an army to protect you Julie”

I almost screamed, “What? Let me change back into my clothes then”

She giggled saying, “No honey, you got me wrong, I have no problem with you staying like that even if he came, as long as you don’t hold me responsible to what happens to you?”

Then she continued saying, “I mean you have nothing to worry about even if you stayed like that, he will not force you into anything, when he comes home unannounced, it is because he is so horny with a stiff cock, and he is big Julie, he would pull my hand walks me to the room, strips me naked and fucks me like there is no tomorrow”

I said, “but you are his wife, he has the right to do it to you, why would he do it to me, I can’t cheat on you behind your back and in your own house no matter what he says to me”

Tammy walked closer to me, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a little pick on the cheek whispering, “Honey, do not worry about cheating on me, I am ok with it, honest, if he likes you, he would give you no chance to refuse anyway”

Tammy gave me a little playful tab on my ass smiling and saying, “honey, I am out, have fun whatever it is” and she rushed outside the door.

Damn it, Tammy had left me with lots of thoughts on my mind, but none of them is to change back into my other outfit, I mean, I am a slut who loves sex, she said he was sex loving man, and he is big too, besides her saying she didn’t mind if her husband fucked me, so the final decision was to go on working in my sexy, slutty outfit and I was willing to take the risk, or should I say, I was hoping it would happen anyway.

Less than half an hour later, my heart beats were racing much faster when I heard the door click and the door knob twisted...

Church-going sisters approach the new help.

by mjar65 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Mr Karlsson owned a furniture store. Most of the stock was imported, high-quality. The global pandemic had upset business for a time. Until people started getting retrenched or working from home and suddenly many of his wealthy customers had time for renovations and home improvements. Business began to grow again.

Things went even better once his two daughters started helping. They worked a few hours each week, managing stock and orders while Mr Karlsson took care of his customers.

Some customers, mainly the men, seemed to enjoy dealing with his eldest daughter, Summer. She was twenty-two and gorgeous, five-nine with a sweet face surrounded by long blonde hair. It was her habit to wear clothes that showed off her killer legs, C-cup breasts and shapely, rounded bottom. Mr Karlsson assumed that such clothing was merely modern and fashionable. And Summer didn’t mind the attention of the male customers in the least.

Her father was a deeply religious man. Since the death of his wife from illness he’d become even more engaged with his religion. And he had strong views about how a young lady should act. Boyfriends were not permitted. On the other hand, Mr Karlsson knew very little about modern courtship or the behavior of young people. He had a mind to protect his daughters but he knew little about the lust of young men and never suspected what they really thought about Summer. Nor did he appreciate that she was a terrible flirt.

Summer had learned that from watching her mother. At first it had seemed like harmless fun. Mr Karlsson seemingly had been oblivious to his late wife’s behavior. More was the pity since she would have been grateful for more adventure in the bedroom.

Later, as Summer blossomed as a young woman, she’d also learned to enjoy the torment she could cause to her male admirers. The torment seemed only fair since Summer, too, felt the fire of lust. Just as she’d seen her mother do, it was a welcome distraction to make men blush and stumble over their words.

The younger daughter, April, never seemed to garner as much attention. Not from her father and not from other men. A year younger, she was a little shorter and her blonde hair framed a more plain-looking face. Her legs were not as shapely as her sister’s. Her butt seemed a little too large. But April, too, appreciated the power that women have over men and was just as addicted to flirting. Her double D-sized breasts were usually worn under tight clothes that displayed her wonderful cleavage.

Yet, April was acutely aware that men gravitated to Summer ahead of her. For a long time that had not mattered. Their father would never allow her to have a boyfriend. But, having reached her majority, April was also gripped by incredible curiosity about boys and a powerful lust to find out.

Their worlds were upturned when Tim came to work for their father in the furniture store. He was the perfect age as far as each was concerned. They both thought him handsome. And suddenly they had an excuse to spend time in the close company of a red-blooded male.

Tim was a good-looking young man. Aged twenty-five, he’d been stood down from his job not long after the pandemic really hit. Selling furniture was not his thing but he had a keen mind for business and a contact of a close friend had approached him about the job.

He knew from the start that Mr Karlsson was a conservative fellow – the bible on his office desk was a dead giveaway. Like other men, Tim could not help but notice the two daughters when they came to the store. The younger one had huge tits that she seemed to always flaunt. The older daughter was a real looker and seemed especially welcoming on his first day.

Tim wasn’t interested in chasing after the boss’s daughter – either of them – since he intended this to be a short-term gig. Besides, it was a certainty that Mr Karlsson had brought them up in a strict household and would object instantly if he suspected anything.

He could not help noticing, however, how much attention Summer, the older one, gave him whenever she was in the store. Tim was a healthy, athletic young man with a lovely smile. It wasn’t unusual for women to smile at him or want to swap chit chat. After a few days, however, he put it down to harmless flirting – nothing more. It was strange that a young woman from such a religious family would behave that way. He’d assumed the sisters would be as straight-laced as their father.

Until his third week, Tim had tried not to pay much attention t...