The Village

As the title suggests this story is the second part of three instalments, the first of which can be found here: https://www.literotica.com/s/reconditioned

For the sake of clarity and context as the author I would strongly recommend reading Part One before digesting the below narrative.

DL

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~ Three Months After Manor Farm; April ~

Spring sunshine streams through the kitchen window.

The window which I have cranked open to permit a gentle breeze to blow through. I hardly notice though, my eyes and my mind engrossed in the words I read in the broadsheet newspaper.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, but does not distract me, even entwined with the scent of the croissants that Rosie has just taken from the oven, as she peeks across her shoulder whilst she pours herself a cup of coffee.

I am oblivious, as I read the details I know so well. My brow furrows as I near finish the article relating to the three deaths at Manor Farm back in January. A local tragedy becoming a national story on the revelations the smouldering ruins had revealed.

Three deaths caused at my hand, with the assistance of my unsuspecting wife. The presence of the red Mercedes I had seen at Manor Farm that night now acutely explained. Jake Parkinson has not been alone that night.

Setting her cup down on the table, Rosie approaches me on the soft padded steps of her bare feet across the cold stone floor. Stepping behind me she leans over my shoulder, her auburn hair cascading over my own shoulder.

"What's so interesting that you can't even notice me?" She seductively whispers in my ear.

I look up, a smile breaking across my face as my eyes meet hers, and I slip off my reading glasses.

"Just catching up on the news," I reply not wishing to burden her with further the details of a version of the Coroners Court investigation.

Rosie straightens at my side, her confidence blooming as she takes a step back and brushes her fingers down the sides of the lace trimmed lavender night dress that clings to and emphasises her body. Her nipples visibly erect beneath the satin garment on the cool breeze that fills the room.

"What if I wanted to distract you?" she suggests, her voice sultry.

Before I can respond, she takes my hand in hers and tugs to encourage me up from the table.

"Let's build an appetite," she states with another playful tug, as she leads me through the kitchen into the conservatory with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Turning to face me, she gently presses the palm of hand to my chest pushing me towards the navy leather chair that faces out on to the view of the garden. She immediately straddles with a playful grin.

"I've a craving," she says, leaning closer, her lips brushing past my ear. "And it's not for breakfast."

Her actions already stir me as I feel my arousal growing. My recent suggestions, under her regular guided meditations, for her to become more spontaneous and instigate sex rather than respond to my commands paying dividends as my hands slip up her naked thighs. My breath hitched at her words and her actions as my hands find their way to her waist, knowing she wears nothing beneath the short night dress.

"It's a breakfast of sorts..." I offer, "...given it has been eight hours since I last feasted on your body."

With a delicious smile, Rose leans back slightly, her hands find the hem of the short satin lilac slip as she peels it up across her body to reveal her slender pale, perfect physique.

"You're in control," I offer as my eyes finally meet hers from feasting on her slender body.

She presses forward and her soft lips press against mine, the kiss igniting a spark that sets my heart racing. Moments later her right hand slips between our bodies and down the front of the lounge pants I wear, slender fingers delicately wrapping around my erection, teasingly stroking me as her left hand pulls down the front of my elasticated waistband. Awkwardly I raise from my seated position and assist as I pull the soft brushed cotton trousers around the backs of my legs.

Rose's hand continues to slip over me as she raises herself on her knees and shifts her body forward. Her right hand slowing over me now as her left hand on an extended slender arm balances herself over me on the back of the chair.

As she lowers herself a deep satisfied groan passes my lips as the warmth of her vagina parts over me. Her bottom lip bitten between her teeth as she holds eye contact throughout.

The world outside the conservatory windows fades away, the only sounds that fill my ears and my restless mind are Rosie's whimpered little mewls as she gently stretches herself around me. My hands slip up her back and pull her down onto me by her shoulders.

"Take your time..." I offer on a whisper, "...We've got all morning."

Behind us the pages of the newspaper left discarded on the kitchen table are caught on a strong breeze. Pages blow from the table across the kitchen floor as Rosie kisses me deeply once more as her hips gently roll upon me as I penetrate her perfect body.

Her soft moans, passing eventually to sharp gasped breaths of sated desire as she gains a climax that clenches her body around me.

As she relaxes, I award her final energetic throes by ejaculating into her quivering body.

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A faulty fluorescent light flickers overhead against the backdrop of conversations and the clattering of shopping trollies.

I had a feeling we had left it too late, our day distracted following Rosie's pre breakfast treat. The small local supermarket was all but bereft of anything beyond convenience foods. Approaching the deli counter at the far end of the fresh produce aisle I am surprised to see a large leg of lamb sat enticingly beyond the glass of the low refrigerator. Plucking a ticket numbered sixty seven from a machine to my left just for the sake of being pedantic as I watch the slightly overweight Butcher stir from a stool he sits upon in a room at the rear of the counter on noticing our presence.

"Fate..." I offer to Rosie, "...that's got our name on it."

"Absolutely..." Rosie concurs, "...I'll roast it with some herbs and garlic."

As I gestures to the Butcher, I hear high heels click clack on the hard floor from behind us.

"Hello strangers," I hear the familiar voice state, as I turn to meet the attractive features of Andrea Chambers, Gary her husband several paces behind her as he distractedly studies the label of a bottle of red wine.

"Hi, you two," Rosie answers for me as I give but a nod on a smile to my long term friends.

"Looks like we're after the same prize." Andrea offers light-heartedly.

"I'm not usually one to tussle with a lawyer..." I offer sarcastically, "...but I'm prepared to offer the notion of first come first served."

There is no genuine tension in the air as Andrea and I exchange knowing glances, Whilst the butcher already wraps the meat in cling film and applies a barcoded label to fasten the plastic on itself.

Gary interjects as Andrea and I back down from our playful confrontation, solemnly offering, "I suppose you saw the reports from the Coroners Court?"

"Yes..." I glumly retort, "...our little Village making national news headlines."

"Gossip mongering..." Andrea interjects "...poor Jake's passing would have gone unnoticed if he hadn't had two Prostitutes in his house that night."

"Escorts," Gary corrects his wife, as if the technicality really matters.

"All strung up tied to his bed..." the portly faced Butcher interjects into our private conversation, "...the poor cows."

My gut twists a little, not for Jake despite the martyrdom of his passing, but for the two escorts the Coroners report has listed as twenty nine year old Charity Lett and thirty one year old Vanessa Barnes. The smiling pictures of the innocent blonde and brunette victims from the morning's newspaper seared into my conscience.

"Someone's Daughters," I offer to the Butcher cutting him down, his thoughts unwelcome. "And one of our best friends."

His face flushes, he steps away leaving the leg of lamb on the counter, acutely aware of the offence he has caused.

Rosie, sensing the shift in atmosphere, makes an immediate attempt to steer matters back to a lighter note. "We've not really seen you since..."

"Since the funeral." Andrea finishes her sentence for her.

"Look..." I say taking the lamb from the counter and placing it in the metal wire basket in my left hand, "...this is a big enough cut for the four of us... bit impromptu but why don't the two of you come up to ours tonight?"

"Oh, you must..." Rosie enthuses, "...we can make a night of it. What do you say?"

Andrea looks at Gary, who offers a nod in response before turning to us and stating "Unexpected... but I like the sound of it... and the look of that lamb."

"Great... we'll get a takeaway," I offer on a chuckle to quell Gary's assumption.

Despite the weight of the recent events hanging over us the mood lightens as we make plans for dinner at half eight. I have no doubt Rosie will excel in preparing and cooking the heavy joint of meat sat in the shopping basket.

"Good idea Steven I like impromptu and life's too short... Let's do it. We'll see you at half eight," Andrea offers on a smile.

"Yep, Sounds like a plan... see you later...we'll bring the wine." Gary confirms.

As we step away from the Deli counter in different directions Rosie is already listing out loud the ingredients she will require for the meal she already plans. Looking back over my shoulder I watch the Chambers head down an aisle.

Noting how Andrea's tan knee knee-high boots cling to her legs beneath tight fitting pale blue denims.

"I think tonight's going to be fun," I offer to Rosie, "Wear your purple dress."

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As the evening unfolded, the atmosphere became increasingly relaxed, not that it had been overly formal from the outset.

Candlelight flickered against the dark walls, casting dancing shadows, and the aroma of a delicious homemade meal hung in the air. Laughter echoed amongst us as drinks flow. Three of the four of us reminiscing about times past, Rosie hung on every word enchanted by the history we have shared, and the stories that have inevitably brought myself, Gary, and Andrea closer together.

"We might have some news..." Rosie offers, all eyes turning to her, including my own being unsure of what my wife is about to announce.

"Do tell," Andrea presses.

"Well..." Rosie pauses a little, her eyes glancing to mine, "...Steven might start practicing again."

I feel a surge in my body temperature as both Gary and Andrea turn their attention to myself with quickly turned heads. Both of them aware of my qualifications as a Psychologist, neither of them with the slightest inclination to the cloud that had tainted my departure from my role at the University five years previous. Allegations quelled and buried by the facilities Principal following my resignation. My closest friends welcoming me back to the Village on the premise that I had simply grown tired and restless in my career. A career break that has perhaps extended for far too long.

"Nothings certain yet..." I offer taking a long sip of red wine, "...but I have been approached by Doctor Pead at the Surgery to dust off the chaise longue... they want to offer a local a service rather than have to refer patients to practices in the City."

"Wow... that's great news," Gary enthuses.

"I agree..." Andrea follows up, "....plus you'll get to know the juicy gossip on the Villages weirdos."

"Discretion and confidentiality..." I offer to Andrea with a smirk, knowing she makes her comments only in jest, "...nothings agreed like I say, and I've a week or two to consider ending my self imposed retirement... if we can keep this between ourselves for now though it would be appreciated."

Rosie smiles at me, the employment opportunity was supposed to have been kept between us, at least until I have made my decision on acceptance. Her raising the matter has not irked me, the positive responses garnered from our friends has only served to encourage my already burning interest in stepping back into the environment. I watch as on a subtle nod from myself Rosie starts to clear down the dining table we sit around.

"I couldn't have done that Lamb the same justice," Andrea offers as Rosie collects the plate sat before her, stained with the rich red currant sauce that had been poured over the succulent meal.

"Thank you," Rosie offers balancing plates across her forearm, the bashful hue spreading across her cheeks endears me.

"This has been such a pleasant evening..." Andrea announces, "...I do like impromptu."

"Well, it doesn't need to end just yet... Shall we retire to the living room?" I enquire.

"Sounds as good an idea as any," Gary replies and I notice how he stumbles on rising from his chair, the effect of heavy red wine consumption becoming evident.

An hour later with desert served informally on plates in the living room, Gary has dropped from the conversations, slipping into a deep slumber as he sits sunk into the comfort of a plush seat that faces the sofa, I had watched amused as his eyelids grew heavy as he fought the need to succumb to intoxication on a rolling head that occasionally snapped upright before he surrendered to wine induced sleep. He must have drunk at least a bottle more than any of us.

Andrea, on the other hand, was still vibrant and animated, chatting away with Rosie whilst I head to the kitchen for yet another bottle of wine. The dynamic between them is palpable. Andrea was an attractive woman who had just celebrated her forty second birthday. Dressed tonight in a burgundy satin blouse, a black skirt that sat to her knees over dark denier nylons and black ankle strap heels. Gary had never passed much detail on, but I know their marriage had hit a rocky patch several years ago when she had been exposed as having a long running affair whilst working away, as she often did.

Jake Parkinson had provided me a sordid little rumour on the nature of the affair some months later. I do not know how he knew such specific details but then I never really trusted how close Jake and Andrea could be at times, I had even once suspected Andrea may have been having an affair with Jake. She had come to me herself informally seeking advice and guidance, letting her veil slip only briefly on the pressures and anxiety's she felt from balancing an excruciating work life schedule. I had given guided mediations and offered her advise of positive affirmations she may wish to consider.

Offering Andrea and Rosie a smile I slip past them into the hallway. Taking my time in the kitchen, indulging in an additional slither of the blackcurrant cheesecake that Rosie had prepared for dessert.

"Rosie..." I call out to my wife, "...can you give me a hand?"

I stand and watch her as moments later Rosie enters the kitchen, my eyes casting over her in the deep purple, body con dress that clings to her, I know that only dark stockings dress her legs beneath the dress, having chosen the outfit for her earlier.

Tonight, I do not need Rosie.

"Hoe can I help?" Rosie offers a bemused look on her face.

"I need her," I offer as I reach and trace my left hand down her right arm gently, as I offer the words "Receptor... Ardant... Gutter...Expurgate."

I see her alter ego in her eyes the moment I finish her trigger words before I quietly issue my instructions.

Ten minutes later as we sit once more together, and Gary snores gently in the corner of the room I look to my wife and see the mischievous glint in her narrowed eyes. As we exchange the knowing look, she turns back to Andrea. The scenario I hope to follow has been discussed with Rose for weeks, longer hours spent in her company as opposed to Rosie. I felt increasingly assured and comfortable in Rose's stabile state of mind, tonight would constitute an exploration of the boundaries by which I control her and the increasingly sordid desires we share.

The decision to incorporate Andrea into our plan had come to me on fleeting perhaps ill thought out chance as we had sat in the lounge following dinner. I am fully aware that it is a situation that could spectacularly backfire. Andrea was confident, alluring in her charm, that barely hid a devilish nature as I had observed over the years. The idea of seducing her filled me with exhilaration.

"Why don't we play a little game?" Rose suggests setting down her glass of wine, and tying her hair back into a ponytail, her voice is low and teasing.

"Sure... What have you got in mind?" Andrea offers in response, her curiosity clearly piqued.

"Well..." Rose's voice is meek, she imitates Rosie behaviours for a purpose, "...you know I like a little tie and tease."

Rose bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Andrea holds her in her gaze. Her head turning not quite towards me, as Rose references Rosie's unexpected admission from the dinner part held six months previously. Andrea's expression is not one of offence or confusion but is certainly tinted with a little indecision.

"What do you think? ....Should we live a little risky?" Rose purrs, pushing the idea as her eyes glance towards me.

"What are you thinking?" I offer.

Rose shifts across the sofa, the space between her and Andrea shrinking.

"Let's start with a kiss... Just a simple kiss, nothing too... unless you want more," Rose whispers, her answer directed towards Andrea.

Andrea's cheeks flush a little, her eyes hold on Rose for a moment, but the playful challenge in Rose's gaze is too enticing to resist.

"Just a kiss," Andrea states the only ambiguity being if her words are offered as a statement or a question.

Rose moves in, her intention unfettered as moving even closer on the sofa she gently cups Andrea's face, their lips almost touching.

"Just a kiss," Rose whispers, and I hear the seductive devilment in her tone.

With a playful glint in her eyes, Rose closes the remaining distance, pressing her lips softly against Andrea's. The gentle kiss lingers, a spark igniting in the dim light of living room. I watch amused and aroused by what plays out before me, as the moment unfolds. The kiss becoming emboldened and passionate within moments, their hands moving over one another's bodies as they embrace.

On finally parting, both women share a breathless moment. Rose acts first taking Andrea's right hand in her left hand as she pulls her up from the sofa. Andrea offers no protest as she follows Rose whilst being led from the living room. Moments later as I rise from my own seat, I hear two sets of heels heading up the wooden staircase, turning briefly to Gary as I pull the living room door closed, before I make my way to the foot of the staircase.

Ascended the staircase, a nervousness in my mind begins to rescinds into palpable desire with each confident step. Hearing muffled words on heavy kisses and breathless giggles from beyond the bedroom door only adds to my trepidation.

Entering the bedroom, Rose lays atop Andrea on the thick white duvet lay across the wide bed, the pair of them surrounded by pillows on the ornate four poster bed, the room illuminated only by a lamp on a bedside table. I am not sure if my presence is even noticed as their bodies entwine and their hands explore on continued passionate kisses.

Rose breaks the kiss as her fingers lower a zip to the side of Andrea's skirt. Andrea briefly looks towards me before Rose's hand slides across the side of her face and she turns Andrea back to her before placing her lips to the brunettes once more.

I step closer as Rose leans over Andrea, whispering to her, "Steven and I have talked about exploring new experiences together,"