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Pastor's Passionate Wife

By: hamiltonroad



Some years after we got married, my wife and I moved to a small, rural, mid-western town. It represented the quiet life we sought, combined with the ability to work from home and when necessary reach an airport an hour away. My wife and I both needed to take a few days on business travel each month.

Between the two of us, Jenny was always more interested in religion and 'spirituality' than I was, but it didn't bother me - in fact, it rather interested me as long as I was a reasonably arms'-length observer, and did not need to be a fervent participant. 

Unexpectedly, we found that the town we settled in was home to a distinctive, individual, small church headed by a charismatic Pastor, Noah - and his charismatic, pious and unbelievably sexy wife, Naomi. I often commented to Jenny that Naomi must be North America's sexiest Pastor's wife!

Noah was the master of the popular sermon, and excellent congregation-building skills. He was just over 6'-0" tall, possessed of a beautiful singing voice, and had the looks of a film star. Every week, nearly three hundred people packed his church, coming from miles around. 

But did some of them - men and, I suspect, some women - secretly come to see the smouldering (!) Naomi? She was about 5'-6", very curvaceous, and had long, wild blond hair which reached down her back. She always dressed demurely - modesty was a major value of the community - with skirts below the knee, high necklines and long sleeves below the elbow. She clearly also wore suitable slips and undershirts, as no hint of underwear was ever visible. No VPL sullied her shapely, full backside, and no bra outline could ever be seen. But her clothes were always clingy - thin fabric tops which followed every curve of her contours. Her complexion was flawless; her high cheeks expertly highlighted, and her blue eyes were displayed behing fluttering blond eyelashes. 

Behind that alluring exterior, she was passionately and fervently religious, quoting Bible and Good Words the whole time in her soft, breathy tones. She ruled Church activities with an iron hand, and it was clear that her husband was totally in her spell. What Naomi wanted, Naomi got. She had only had a High School education in an Evangelist school, followed by a year in fundamentalist Bible Seminary; so her general knowledge and general emotional horizons were very, very narrow.

Having said that, we got on well. She was slightly in awe of Jenny, who was a successful businesswoman, and was always slightly deferential, in a flirtatious way, to me. Part of her oblivion was that she did not understand what being flirtatious meant, or the effect her blatant sexuality had on other people. One could only guess at the sexual intensity enjoyed by the Pastor and his wife behind closed doors - an intensity that their seven children perhaps hinted at. While she took good care to return to her sexy curves after each birth, she once announced to a group of women that she had children only because she "loved the sensation of breast feeding"...

At my wife's prompting, I was 'volunteered', without much choice in the matter, to help Naomi with her latest project of creating an online Bible study program as part of Church outreach.

"But Mike, I don't really understand computers," she simpered at me.

"Naomi, before you can visualize what you want to do, you have to understand what is possible and what isn't," I responded.

"Well, I need to learn," came the breathy reply.

That is how we began one-on-one computer lessons, every Tuesday afternoon, in my office in our home. Jenny sometimes joined, and gave valuable input. Over seven or eight sessions we covered a lot of basics about the internet, and looked at a variety of similar online courses and sites. Naomi was a fierce and motivated learner - it was for the sake of the Bible. I have to say I enjoyed the close company and attention of this woman - especially when, two or three times, in her enthusiasm, she would touch my arm as she grasped some important principle. I observed from close up the curves of her full breasts, and the curves of her thighs and buttocks. I inhaled her fragrance, and learned the little mannerisms she exhibited - the slight shake of her head and hair, the way she held her head to one side, the appallingly tantalizing way she would unconsciously show the tip of her tongue between her pale-lipsticked glossy lips when she was really concentrating. Was it my imagination that as the sessions went on she was more willing to get ever so slightly close to me? The occasional slight brush of a breast as she might lean over my shoulder to look closely at a screen... the every so slightly lingering touch on my arm, or, memorably, once on my thigh as she asked me a particularly tricky question..

And then the inevitable happened. That Tuesday, Jenny was almost a thousand miles away. Naomi's sparkling white MPV stopped in front of our ranch-style and she swivelled out of the front seat, smoothing down her caramel-colored skirt to ensure that no inch of her sexy legs was visible to any onlooker - which, under those circumstances, meant me.

"Hi Mike", she called. I opened the door and she walked in. "Is Jenny here?" she asked, "I've got some Church papers to give her."

"Jenny, I'm afraid, is in L A and won't be back until Thursday evening," I responded.

"Oh ... so ...you'll have to give her these when she gets back!" she said cheerfully. Did she blush slightly as she hesitated at the beginning of the sentence?

We went into my office and sat next to each other in front of the computer. I logged into a video-conferencing program that constituted today's agenda ... or, as it turned out, only part of today's agenda.

I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. "Mike, this is all so important to me... You've been so good.. so patient."

I delivered my crafty seduction pitch. "Naomi - I realize that this is for the Church! It's all for a higher purpose!"

"Oh Mike ... oh Mike... it is, it is!" she whispered.

Her hand had not moved. I turned slowly to face her. Our lips were only inches apart. 'This is so special," I whispered back, and moved my hand to her shoulder. Suddenly, gently, we were kissing.

My other hand went to gently massage her breasts. Her breathing deepened. "Mike.. Mike.. tell me this is special" she breathed.

"So, so special.. just between us." She put her hand over mine, and pressed my hand into her breast.

"Come.." I said, and took her hand, leading her into our guest bedroom. She was flying... As I looked, she unhooked her skirt, allowing it to drop to the floor, and pulled her woolen top over her head. She had, as I had predicted, a silk, full-length underslip. I went over to her and helped her out of it. She stood in front of me in pure white bra and panties and pantyhose. Her eyes were blazing, and her cheeks were burning. I kept eye contact, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off. I saw her eyes looking at my bare flesh. Was it the first she had seen other than her husband? Then I slowly unbuckled and unbuttoned my denim jeans, and stepped out of them. Her eyes went to my y-fronts.

We embraced. I ran my hands down her back and over her sides. I held her head in one hand, gently caressing it, while cupping her buttocks with the other. I loved feeling her breasts against my chest. She stroked my cock with one hand and gently cupped and fondled my balls with the other. Our tongues met and we deep kissed.

On the bed, she first insisted that we slip under the sheet - but then she was voluptuous. Her bra came off, freeing full, milky breasts with large nipples and aureoles. I took one in my mouth and sucked hard. She could not get enough of my mouth on her breasts. Within moments, we were both naked. Her eyes rolled, as her hand reached down to vigorously stroke my cock. My fingers found her wet labia, and I stroked. She emitted strange, high-pitched yelps. She pushed me off, and dived for my cock. Her mouth enveloped it, and I felt her frantically sucking. Her body could not keep still. She seemed almost manic. 

I reached down and grabbed that gorgeous hair, and pulled her face up to mind. "Come on, tell me what you want," I almost yelled at her. She looked at me with glazed eyes. 

"You have to end up in my arse!" she exclaimed. Was this the Pastor's holy wife??? "I want it and he won't do it to me!" So, the secret was revealed!

She wriggled away and lay on her back, spreading her legs wide. Kneeling in front of her, I drove my cock into her cunt. She shook her head. "Next time you can do that.. I want it in my ARSE", she yelled. I pulled out, turned her over, and placed a measure of spit on the end of my cock, adding to the coating of her juice. 

"You know this will hurt?" I said.

"Yes ... yes.. do it!" she yelled. I put my penis to her anus and pushed. She was clearly psyched for this, as she gave way quite easily. "Ah..aaah" she moaned.

Almost as soon as I was in, I came. My semen lubricated the process, and she began sobbing. I pulled out. "Holy... Holy" she sobbed.

We turned to face each other. It had been brief and dirty, and I knew she had not come. I put two fingers in her very wet cunt and gently found her clit, rubbing it slowly and deliberately. Her body started to buck and writhe, and with loud grunts she came. 

She looked at me. "Mike .. we're going to do this again.. I think you have a lot more to teach me" she said, in a rather flat voice. 

And so it was. When Jenny was there, we kept to computers. But, fortunately, in the next few months, Jenny had to travel quite frequently. Whenever she wasn't there, Naomi and I had wild sex. Actually, the very next time we were alone, and after we had stripped, I began stroking her bottom. Something felt strange, and I probed a little deeper between her ass cheeks. It was smooth and slippery. "This time I came ready prepared" she whispered in my ear. 

It turned out that her dream husband actually had not been that active in the bedroom, and I had the pleasure of teaching her many mysteries that had not been taught in her Seminary years. 

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