Janine, One of my friends, from work was having a house warming party on Friday night and she invited my husband and I. The theme of the party was Vicars and Tarts which I thought was a great idea. My husband didn't really want to go, as he didn't like the office types, who I work with, but in the end, I persuaded him to change his mind. On Friday night, I dressed in a short black leather skirt, which was split, to the waist, a net blouse and fishnet stockings. I put on a micro g-string, but decided to do without my bra. I came downstairs and my husband said, "You can't go out like that, you look like a bloody tart" I told him, that was the whole idea. We arrived at the party at 8,O'clock and Janine took us through, into the lounge. There were about 30 people there and some of the girls were only wearing Thongs, stockings and basques. My husband, who was dressed up as a vicar, started to grin like a Cheschire cat. I spent most of the evening, dancing with some of the "clergymen" who didn't have girlfriends with them. I didn't mind when a few of them touched me up a bit, as I kissed them. After all, that was all part of the fun. A really tasty guy who was wearing a cassock and referred to himself, as Bishop Ian offered me communion, in the bedroom, which I refused. I thought that I would go and see how my husband was doing, as I hadn't seen him for an hour or so. I found him in the kitchen, kissing a girl, while running his hand up and down her thigh. She had a figure like a model and she was wearing a tight, white lycra dress, which was open to the waist and didn't even cover her ass. When he noticed me he, simply said, "Bless you my dear" and continued kissing the slut. I was livid. If he was going to play about, then so was I. I returned to the lounge and found Bishop Ian, who was talking to a guy dressed as a curate. I asked them to join me in the bedroom and I would tell them all about my sins. The two men followed me into the bedroom and I told Ian to take his cassock off, which he did. He was only wearing a pair of swim trunks below the cassock, which I soon removed. I lay on the bed and pulled off my g-string and Ian knelt between my legs and pushed his cock right inside me with one thrust. The other man stood beside my head, with his cock out, making it easy for me to take it in my mouth. I urged, Ian to ride me fast and as he thrust into me, I ground my pussy against his pelvis. All to soon, Ian groaned and I felt his hot seed, streaming inside me. I gobbled, frantically at the other man's cock, as I orgasmed, on Ian's softening cock and soon after, he shot his cum into my mouth and over my cheek. I got off the bed, right away and wiped the cum, off my face and pussy, with my g-string and went to find my husband. He was still chatting up that tart, so I led him away and insisted on going home immediately.