Jenna Gives Up Sex For Lent? Part 1

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...