Chapter 6

So it was for the next few weeks that Alice made repeated visits to the Clark household to check this, that, or the other on the dress. The checks — if there were any — took at most five or ten minutes. The carnal pleasures took the rest of the night. Alice on many occasions made her way home in the wee small hours. Her collection of toys also increased. In order to allay Edwin's inquisitiveness, she invited Lynda and Susan to the vicarage to dine.

The evening went so well, she did it again inviting Diane and Roy also. Although she suspected Alice had seduced Susan, Diane was not aware of the true nature of Alice's relationship with her and her mother and vice versa. Alice had long since decided to compartmentise her relationships to avoid complications. What she and her friends got up to had to be between her and those particular friends only.

She and Diane continued their affair. They had decided that playing at the library was too chancy so they visited each other regularly, particularly when their respective spouse was absent. This meant that the majority of trysts were at Diane's because Roy spent such a lot of time at the golf club. The two librarians could not get enough of each other. Diane came to look forward, as much as Alice to their golden moments. In fact she was getting addicted to the taste. On one of her rare visits to the vicarage — Edwin was at the Synod for the week — Alice had cooked them a meal, which they consumed naked. After copious amounts of wine had been quaffed, Diane had Alice fill her glass with her golden offering and she reciprocated. With an added dash of gin, they toasted their friendship.

Eddie was also being kept carnally employed satisfying his wife which she thoroughly enjoyed. She loved the feel of his cock expanding the folds of her pussy. The various phalli of her friends — though exciting — were no match for her husband's hot live weapon. His love life had improved dramatically and he was beginning to doubt that the erotica that Alice occasionally brought home to proof read was the only spark that had re-lit her fire. Basking in her newly found wantonness, he was as yet however reluctant to risk biting the hand that was feeding him.

The dress was now completed and on a night when her husband was on diocesan business at the cathedral, she invited Susan alone — Lynda had to attend a meeting elsewhere — to the vicarage for the final fitting. Alice also knew that Edwin's meetings could be over in less than an hour, or could take all night. Alice had told her guest that they would not be able to partake in any debauchery this night.

Once arrived, Susan was ushered through to the sitting room where the dress was waiting, laid out on the couch. The deep green satin shimmering in the changing light as they advanced upon it. Susan was wearing a simple button down dress and soon had it over the back of a chair to the side to reveal that was all she wore, apart from the heeled sandals.

Alice held the dress as Susan stepped into it. She slipped her arms into the sleeves and Alice brought the collar round her neck and secured it in the front with a simple gold buckle. Alice stood back and admired her handy-work.

The choker collar was fashioned from soft black leather about 2 inches deep ornamented with the gold buckle in front. The bodice — what there was of it — had an inverted teardrop opening edged about one inch wide with the same leather, the bottom terminating about three inches below the underside of Susan's ample tits. The line of the opening sufficient to ensure that each aureole was just covered. The bodice was designed so that each breast was snugly supported, as say in a bra and no amount of shoulder movement would provide any embarrassing exposure. There would be many non-intimates at the party.

Susan turned at Alice's request. The back of the dress featured a similar inverted teardrop opening from about three inches below the collar to just below the waist. The décolleté leather edging continued around the waist to terminate at the bottom of the rear opening. Susan's bum cleavage was just discernible, if one made an effort to look down the edge. The skirt was made of three panels of material. Each side panel, attached at the leather strip went from the point of the rear opening round and across the abdomen to the opposite hip. The front edges were angled to just outside the feet so the legs were on show to mid-thigh as she walked. The third panel made a mini-train from the waist at each side to the hem.

"Susan my darling" Alice gushed, "you look sensational! Absolutely gorgeous!"

Susan stood in front of the full-length dress mirror, transfixed by the image facing her. "Mrs. Scott, you have transcended my every idea of how this was going to look" She turned and inspected the back. "Oh good God!" she exclaimed. "That is awesome!"

"And very convenient" giggled Alice, sliding her hand under the skirt back-panel to lightly stroke Susan's derriere.

"You bitch, Mrs Scott" admonished Susan, "you said no hanky-panky!"

"I did, didn't I" Alice pouted her bottom lip, "but there is every chance Eddie could arrive home any minute. I really don't want to compromise us."

"The keep your wandering mitts away from me." Susan scowled at her, then softened her countenance, "It won't take much to get me between those wondrous thighs of yours. I long to make love to you."

"The urge is... "

"Bugger me!" Edwin's voice boomed across the room interrupting her as he closed the door behind him.

"Not just yet my love, I have my hands full at the minute" Alice's playful rejoinder unlocking the shock his sudden arrival had engendered. Susan giggled, causing the visible swells of her bosom to ripple delightfully.

Edwin stood just inside the door, gazing at the vision before him. "What do you think, Eddie? Alice enquired, knowing the effect that the dress, or more probably the delightful creature within it was having on him. "Do you think I should take it further? New career?"