“What’s that you’ve found?” Jo asked her husband John as he fished something from under the floorboards.
“Looks like a dusty old diary of some sort,” John replied. “But it’s got a small lock on it.”
John passed the diary to his wife and took the cup of coffee which she had brought him.
“Ooh, this looks intriguing,” Jo said excitedly. “I'll see if I can pick the lock.”
“It’s probably full of dirty little secrets,” John said raising his eyebrows suggestively.
Little did he know, but it was indeed full of dirty little secrets!
John and Jo had recently moved into the ‘Old Vicarage’ in the small Cotswold village of Little Hampton.
A character filled period dwelling of the 18th century which had the enduring appeal of a Jane Austen novel. The house had been completely re-decorated apart from a couple of rooms and John was busy finishing the last of those, a ground floor bedroom, when he happened upon the diary.
In the kitchen Jo had made light work of picking the small lock on the diary using a paper clip.
Sipping her tea she carefully opened the old diary and curiously began to read the contents.
“Hey hun,” John said seeing his wife reading. “Did you find anything interesting in there?” He enquired.
So engrossed in the diary was she when her husband entered the room that Jo was a little startled.
“Oh! You made me jump,” Jo said. “I'll say!” she exclaimed.
“This is a diary of the sexual exploits of the vicar’s wife and her lover the gardener.”
“Oh, how original,” John said sarcastically.
“No, seriously,” Jo said. “It’s very explicit, and quite a turn on,” Jo continued. “Especially when you consider how taboo this kind of scandal would have been normally, but the vicar’s wife?!”
John laughed it off and headed outside.
“Well, enjoy your read,” he said. “I’ll be happy for you to take out your sexual frustration on me when it gets a bit too much for you.” John said, knowing that Jo probably would.
As he walked out of the French doors into the yard a rolled up piece of paper hit him on the back of the head. John turned to see his wife giving him the index finger and smiling.
After dinner John and Jo were snuggling on the sofa watching TV when John’s mobile phone rang.
“I have to go in to work,” He explained. “There’s a problem with an alarm system and they need me to sort it out tonight.”
“What time will you be back?” Jo asked.
“Difficult to say right now, but don’t wait up.” John suggested. “I’ll try not to disturb you if it's really late.”
Jo closed and locked the door as John pulled out of the driveway.
Fancying a bit of a pamper Jo decided to pour herself a drink, run a hot bath, light some scented candles and listen to some soft music.
After some essential grooming, Jo had done the nails on her feet and hands, applied and removed a face pack, waxed her legs and shaved her pussy. She was on her fourth vodka when she slipped into the hot bath and was feeling very relaxed as the candles filled the room with a romantic light and a sweet scent.
After sharing her bath with the music of the great Barry White for half an hour Jo climbed out of the tub and towel dried herself with a giant warm, soft bath towel.
A healthy red glow from the warm water was apparent on her skin as Jo moisturised with baby oil.
She couldn’t help admire her own physique in the full length mirror as she rubbed the oil over her body.
