32 comments/  92268 views/  59 favorites

The Pastor's Wife

By: jsragmanus



I'd like to thank those people who helped me edit this work, particularly the dialog.



The Pastor's Wife



Stretching out on the orange and blue striped beach towel her body molded its form into the sand. Having undone the string of her bra like so many of the younger women on the beach she wriggled her chest, her breasts displacing the sand beneath the towel which cooled them as the hot upper crust was broken.

Many a man on the beach that day noticed the attractive woman in the one piece, electric blue suit. Though her figure had once been a perfect hourglass the birth of two children and the onslaught of middle age had thickened it. But no one noticed. Its flowing curves were still attractive enough to capture the eyes of leering men that gawked at the shapely legs which disappeared beneath the electric blue fabric of her bathing suit and continued into the sinuous pear of her bottom. 

From a distance one might have thought she was a coed. Her auburn ponytail brushed her neck just below her shoulder blades and everything about her suggested a vibrant woman who was young and perky. A closer view of her face revealed classic lines, sans wrinkles, with the exception of fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. A scar on her cheekbone was nearly invisible but when she smiled it formed a dimple that made her appear girlish. Though her 36C breasts were not perky like a coed's they still held themselves at an alluring level. And her tummy, although slightly pooched, was toned and supple. 

Agatha Wilcox was proud of her body, proud that at the age of 50 men still turned their heads to look when she walked past or stared, as some stared now, as she basked on the beach. Although she had steadfastly maintained the austere standards of a preacher's wife, she had recently been increasingly guilty of rebellious thoughts. I wonder, she mused, what they would think if I sat up, let my top drop and waggled my boobs? 

"Those are immoral thoughts, Agatha." That's what Phillip would had said ...if he knew...and he would have suggested that they kneel and pray for forgiveness. She had had enough morality lectures from her pompous husband to last into the next lifetime. 

The forbidden word that floated in her mind rose in a bubble. Fuck, she thought. She loved the fricative sound of the word, how the air flowed over her lips when she said it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she mouthed silently, picturing an erect penis, the kind she had seen in pornographic pictures on the net, sliding into a glistening slit (more wickedness). The word expanded the bubble until it popped and flowed over her lips, "Fuck," she said and added, "...you, Phillip." 

The afternoon sun baked her back and legs and soaked through the thin fabric of her blue bathing suit, toasting her bottom. She wondered if Phillip, when he would see her naked at the end of the week, would even notice that she had no tan lines on her back. He never seemed to notice anything she did to make herself more attractive for him, once again, doubting that the effort would be worth it. More than likely, if he did notice, he would have castigated her for acting like a Jezebel. But I have such a nice body, she thought, and wondered if anybody else would ever see it. 

Such a passionate presence behind the pulpit, Phillip Wilcox was, but he never brought any of it to their bed. For him, sex was a way to satisfy his needs...using her... in a similar way that he satisfied other bodily needs using the toilet; so much for passion. Phillip had eyes for other women, women less attractive than she and he postured for the ewes of his flock, some of whom she knew lusted for him. But, given his lack of passion for physical pleasure, she doubted he would ever do anything about it, other than allowing them to stroke the most important swelling in his life, his ego. 

Resting her chin on the backs of her hands she watched children splashing in the surf, screaming and throwing sand, digging and making sandcastles. Couples walked on the beach (some hand in hand). Her peripheral vision caught a young couple strolling toward her. She shifted her eyes and noticed the cute brunette woman's lithe figure and smallish breasts. The man, in tight electric blue Speedo trunks, was about six inches taller. He was bronzed and muscular with six-pack abs. His hairy legs were athletic, all the way to his bulge. Agatha curled her index finger inside her thumb and squinted, pinpointing his bulge and, just like at the ballet, where she had seen dancers who had been accused of wearing a rolled up sock in their jocks, she felt a thrill between her legs. 

The couple passed, his arm draped over the girl's shoulder. Lucky girl, Agatha thought and dwelt on the image of the bulge, imagining how it would become elongated and rigid. Her eyes followed the movement of his tight buns, captured the girl's, then watched the two swaying side by side and visualized their coupling, moving their tight asses to the rhythm of his probing, rigid shaft.

Legs together, Agatha tightened her large lips around the tiny erection that had swollen at their apex. She rippled her muscles, slowly at first. Phillip could preach a year of sermons on the wicked temptations to which she had been exposing herself but she no longer cared. Squeezing the knot that had grown to the size of a lima bean she tingled. Her breath slid through her nostrils slowly then, with the rate of her contractions, increased. She clamped her lips against her Jack-in-the-Pulpit and gasped her muted orgasm into the sand. It happened almost every time now, the drenching of her crotch panel... almost like she had peed herself.

On her wedding night Agatha, a virgin, nervously anticipated what Phillip would do to her. When he finally pushed that formidable giant of a thing inside her, her fear was confirmed by pain then replaced with ecstasy, confirming a mystery she had been pondering since she was a girl in high school. She was glad that she had waited. It made her feel special, like she was giving Phillip the gift of herself. When he exploded after a half dozen strokes she was pleased that he cried out so excitedly. But he rolled off, turned over on his side and went to sleep...without as much as a goodnight. For the next ten days they made love three and four times a day. Each time, the newness of having him inside was thrilling. But, each time when he came so quickly, she felt a niggling sense of dissatisfaction. 

She was apprehensive that someone might notice the wet spot in her swimsuit so she draped a towel over her bottom. This "condition" should have been blissful for her but Phillip complained about her copious wetness calling it "disgusting." But, like a naughty little girl who liked to pee her pants she enjoyed the feeling and secretly loved it. Pressing her thighs together she felt the delicious squishing between her legs, like a sponge full of warm water. 

The children had recently left the nest and she was finally alone, able to experience leisure time. Phillip was away for the week at the annual conference for the clergymen of the church. One of their wealthy parishioners had given the Wilcox's the use of his cottage at the beach and she had come down on the train after church that morning. During the train ride Agatha thought of the five delicious days she was going to have without her husband, who would be picking her up the next Saturday afternoon. She had thought of it many times before but, this time, vowed, "I'm not going to let life pass me by." 

It was just after 7:00. Agatha was seated at the open air restaurant right next to the railing by the boardwalk. Her skin was hot and tingling from the exposure to the hot sun. The intense heat had died down and she was in the shadow of the sun on its downward arc. As she was taking another a sip from the sweat-beaded glass of iced tea she heard, "Excuse me." It was a young voice and she knew it wasn't intended for her. "Excuse me," the voice said again.

Just on the other side of the railing from Agatha was a gorgeous young man, his fit and muscular body of about six feet was bronzed. He wore blue boxer swim trunks and a blue tank top, both with red trim, both with life guard insignias. His clear cerulean eyes gleamed below a mop of curly blonde hair and his teeth flashed blazingly white. "I hope you don't mind and, if you do, I apologize but I've been watching you all day." Agatha raised her eyebrows. "You look just like my aunt, my mom's younger sister, and I couldn't keep from looking at you...to make sure you weren't her."

Agatha was dressed in white Capri's, a low cut white and blue, horizontally striped t-top that showed a generous offering of her cleavage that was coppered by the sun. Her auburn ponytail hung through the hole in the back of her dark blue baseball cap; it drew out the indigo in her eyes. Blue canvas wedgies on her bare feet highlighted her well shaped ankles. Her full lips were colored elegantly by coral lipstick, lightly applied. Hoping her eyes weren't obvious she tried not to look the young man up and down. "And just how old is your mother's sister," she asked.

"38," he replied. "It's wild how much you look like her."

Agatha smiled up at him, the fine lines of her crow's feet crinkling the corners of her eyes. "Well, young man, that's quite a compliment." She held him in her gaze and smiled at the impossibility of such a fantasy. "I'm old enough to be your mother, young man." 

"Wow, you'd never know it," he said. "You look much younger...like my aunt." He blushed and so did Agatha. "I...I'm sorry ma'am," he said. "I 'm kind of a dweeb when I talk to girls ...I'm sorry." He backed up and turned to leave.

She hadn't been talked about as a girl for so long that she couldn't remember, and thought he was flattering her. But still, she thought, it was sweet. "Don't be sorry for the compliment you just paid me. I thought it incredibly sweet." She cocked her head and grinned, asking, "And just how old are you?"

He shuffled and said, "I'll be 19 in October ma'am."

Nineteen, she thought, the same age as Malcom (her son). "May I know your name?"

"My name's Bart, ma'am."

"I'm Agatha Wilcox, Bart" she said, extending her hand. "I'm pleased to meet you."

Shyly, Bart took her hand and shook it. He smiled, looking around as if he was trying to find somebody. 

"Am I holding you up Bart? 

"No, it's nothing like that Mrs. Wilcox" (she corrected him to call her Agatha) "It's just that I was looking to see if my buddies were around. I guess I must have acted kind of rude."

"Oh, if they're expecting you, go on. I understand."

"I, I'm sorry Mrs. ...I mean... Agatha, I pointed you out on the beach to them...told them how much you looked like my aunt...thought, if they were around I wanted them to let them get a closer look. Is that dumb, or what?" He blushed and smiled foolishly, like he had made an embarrassing mistake. 

Feeling a small thrill in the pit of her stomach Agatha's cheeks tinged a deeper pink. That the young man wanted to prove to his friends that she was an attractive woman was an incredible breath of fresh air to her. She giggled and said, "So, Bart, where are your friends?"

"Dunno, they could be along anytime soon...or...maybe they stopped somewhere, or met some girls. Ya know how it is with guys in college." His smile was disarming. 

Yes, she thought, her son Malcolm was just starting his sophomore year. She was charmed with Bart's youthful enthusiasm, his lack of sophistication, his proximity in age to her own son, of whom she had had more than one questionable thought. She blushed and coughed, trying the ruse of covering her mouth to hide her reddened face. Then, giggling at his look of perplexity she said, "Go on Bart, go find your friends."

"No. Really Mrs...Agatha, I enjoy being away from them. Actually, I'm kind of a loner. I just thought they would get a kick out of seeing what a knockout my aunt is, is all." His face reddened. I mean..."

"That's okay, Bart." The compliment warmed her all over. "You seem to be quiet taken with your aunt. How much older is she than you?" She already knew that Bart's aunt was 38—twelve years younger than she—but wanted to work the conversation.

"Nine years," he volunteered, a wave of prideful pleasure rippling over his face. "She's an airline flight attendant ...still not married."

"So Bart, you should probably look for greener pastures; you're young and probably would like to be with girls your own age." Bart smiled and shook his head. Now, she was going to make a complete fool of herself, something he would probably tell his friends... they would all laugh. But she let the fantasy simmer. "If you have nothing else to do, maybe you'd like to keep this old lady company... for dinner." Her heart quickened at his eager response. "I'm buying," she said, hopeful of his acceptance.

Shuffling his feet he rocked back and forth, his eyes penetrating hers. A nice trait, she thought, the way I would like my son to act. "Are you sure Agatha...that you want to spend time with someone so much uh, younger?" With her head cocked she smiled. The dimple in her cheek deepened when she heard him say, "Sure, I'd love to Agatha." 

He didn't come through the restaurant door, just vaulted the railing and sat down.

Agatha glanced around, caught stares from a group of single older women then shrugged her shoulders at them and said loudly enough from them to hear, "Boys."

They talked about Bart's family, his studies in college. Did he have a girlfriend? "No, I date but haven't hooked up. He asked about her family, was shocked when she said her husband was a minister. "Ya mean you're really religious, like one of those holy rollers," he asked.

"My goodness," she said laughing. "I can't help but live a religious life." She caught his look of avoidance. "I have to because of my husband's profession. But I'm a human being Bart; make no mistake about that... probably just as much a human being as your aunt." She caught herself and said, "Oh, Bart, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned your aunt."

With a broad smile on his face Bart replied, "Oh don't worry about that Agatha, Carol wouldn't have minded. I guarantee you; she's a human being too." His face reddened and he added, "I'm sorry," as if he might have implied something unsavory then grinned, shook his head and chuckled, "She's human alright."

Dinner progressed with them telling more about their families and what they did with their lives on a daily basis. Bart asked questions about what it was like to be the wife of a minister. She told him of the pressures of always living in a bubble...that she wouldn't advise a young girl to submit herself to that kind of pressure and, had she known what would be involved, might have made an entirely different decision. 

Agatha asked if Bart he liked being a lifeguard. He told her it was an easy life, sometimes kind of boring, other times exciting, particularly when he had to make a rescue. "I bet the girls make themselves available to you," she blurted. 

A dreamy look crossed his eyes. "Yeah," he said as if he were watching a parade, "That's one of the perks." His eyes came back to Agatha's. But you know what Agatha?" She bit on the question. "What's even more amazing is the number of older women who make themselves available to me." Bart's face flushed and Agatha looked away. 

She didn't know what to do with her hands so she wiped them on her napkin. Then, she brought a corner to her lips and dabbed at the corners. "I...I'm sorry I was so nosy Bart. I don't know what got into me." There was a pregnant quietness when they both sipped on their iced tea and looked around the restaurant. 

Bart grabbed Agatha's attention when he said, "Aggie?" Her eyes snapped to his and he asked, "Does your husband call you Aggie?"

"Nobody has ever called me Aggie," she said, smiling. I've always been just plain Agatha."

"If you don't mind me saying so, you just don't look and act like an Agatha. To me you look like an Aggie. I would think everyone would want to call you Aggie."

Agatha smiled and asked, "And just what makes you think of me as an Aggie?"

"Because, from what I have seen it appears that you love life, have a wonderful sense of humor and you seem like an adventurer. To me that's Aggie. May I call you that?"

She was thrilled with his assessment... could hear the thrumming in her ears of her beating heart and feel it in her lips. Smiling broadly, her dimple showing and her eyes glistening she said, "I would love that Bart."

They were quiet again. Agatha looked away, lightly gnawing on her lower lip. There were so many things she wanted to ask. She wanted to know this young man, to hold his hands. It was too much to expect that anything would come of this and definitely shouldn't. Thoughts of her son, Malcolm, flashed in her mind and she felt a tinge of guilt. She knew she must be misreading the young man. But why had Bart mentioned older women coming on to him. Then, she considered it youthful braggadocio.

"Aggie?" Once again the young man had captured her attention. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

She looked at him and pondered for what, to her, seemed a long time. A personal question, she thought, and how personal? It could put her on a spot that she might regret. But she had been having such a wonderful time. She was impressed with the mature way the young man handled himself and wanted to open herself up to him...really open herself up. She decided to be daring. "You can ask me any question you like Bart; I'll answer you."

His eyes were intense and his Adams apple moved like he was silently clearing his throat. He cocked his head and asked, "Can a minister and his wife have sex like ordinary people?"

Her eyes widened. She knew how people thought of ministers and their wives and could never understand why. Laughing, she said, "We have two children Bart."

His face reddened and his eyes captured hers. "I...I'm not talking about biology Aggie."

"I know what you mean Bart... you're asking if we enjoy sex? The apples in her cheeks reddened deeply. "My goodness, I've never talked with anybody like this before." 

"Do you mean you don't want to?"

"To talk about sex?" The way he kept pressing the issue she was reminded of Malcolm, and how inquisitive he had always been. She felt quite wicked talking so intimately to a boy his age. But she had agreed to answer any question. She didn't want to box herself into a corner so she changed the emphasis. "Were you bragging when you said that older women made themselves available to you Bart?"

He nibbled on the corner of the nail of his little finger, scraped his tooth below the fingernail, rubbed the saliva dry on his fingertip with his thumb, inspected it then answered, "I wanted to see if you were like any of them."

"Like any of them... in what way Bart?"

"They always hit on me, more often than not, right on the beach. Sometimes they ask me to come to their rooms, sometimes they invite me to dinner, just like you have. But you haven't hit on me."

"Were you expecting me to?"

"Yes."

"Are you disappointed that I haven't?"

He cocked his head, was silent for what seemed a long time. "No Aggie, I'm glad that you didn't." 

She twisted the thin gold chain of her bracelet. "Why's that Bart?" She was afraid that he would say that she was too old, that she turned him off.

He did the nail thing again with his teeth then put his hand on his knee. The muscles of his jaw rippled. He exhaled then captured a piece of his lower lip between his teeth. 

Agatha was afraid he didn't want to hurt her feelings, that he was struggling for the right words.

"They're desperate women Aggie."

"And you don't like them hitting on you?"

He cleared his throat and lowered his eyes. It seemed like he didn't want to go on then looked up and said, "A young guy like me would be crazy to say that they didn't turn me on." He fidgeted with his hands and moved his eyes from dead center, looking at her askance. "I love that they want me and...I love what they want from me and..." He cleared his throat again. "I love doing it but..." He seemed at a loss for words, opened his mouth once to say something and didn't, then blurted, "Geez Aggie, lots of guys would fight me to be in line for women throwing themselves at me the way they do..." He embraced himself with his arms and rocked back and forth a couple of times then went on, "But mostly I don't want to be with them for long." His face reddened and Aggie noticed the sheepish relief that crossed it, the way Malcolm did when he thought he was in trouble but found out he wasn't. "I just didn't want you to be that desperate Aggie."




The Pastor's Wife



She loved what he said but he had hit the desperation on the head. Her eyes let him dive into her indigo pools and she thought, I would grovel on my knees right here in the restaurant; I'd go down on your cock right under the table if I could. She wanted to cry but had become an expert at holding back. "So, Bart, what is that you wanted me to be?"

"You reminded me of my cousin Aggie," he said not answering her question directly. "I wanted to see you closer, to talk with you. I never really expected to be sitting here having a conversation with you like this. But, believe it or not Aggie, the way this evening has been going it's like we're on a date. Crazy, huh?"

Yes, she thought. That she would be sitting here with a young man only 19 years old was crazy, particularly since she wanted to do more than just sit. She chuckled, reached over and put her hand on his, giving it a squeeze, and then said, "Yes, it is crazy Bart. And, if I were one of the older women you have experienced I would, as you say, probably have hit on you."

"But you haven't hit on me Aggie, you're not like those other women at all. You're...uh...classy."

Classy, she thought blushing, I just want you to fuck my brains out, that's how classy I am.

Bart put his hand over hers and squeezed it, searched her eyes and said. "I wish I hadn't said anything to you about those women Aggie...makes me look like some kind of gigolo."

"I didn't think that Bart. I know it's common for young men to sow wild oats. I have a son your age and I hope he is. I just hope he doesn't get into trouble, or get some kind of STD." She thought about her husband's sexual ineptitude, considered how she had originally thought they would learn sex together and remembered how bitterly disappointing it was to her when he didn't seem to care. She projected Phillip in Bart's place and thought that maybe, if he had been seduced by older women when he was the age of the young man, he might have looked at it differently. She wouldn't be opposed to her son, Malcolm, being seduced by an older woman, an older woman who might teach him the kind of things a woman wants from a man. She had even wished she could be that woman, but, that was out of the question. She blushed at the thought, patting Bart's hand. "I've never been with a man other than my husband Bart."

"Aggie," Bart said, "You look like my aunt, which I think is fabulous, but I knew you weren't from the start. I've been staring at you all day. I even looked for you after work, and was so relieved that I saw you sitting here...and now we're here together, holding hands. I've been fantasizing about you all day."

She got goose bumps on the back of her neck and felt like her pussy was going to melt into the chair. His eyes held her captive and she could see that his smile was hopeful. She exhaled a long breath through her nose, as silently as she could, and said, "So, what are we going to do about this situation Bart?"

It was after dark when she came back. Aggie couldn't remember when she had been so full of anticipation. At the same time she was dreading the possibility that he might not be able to make it, or might have changed his mind. She turned on the lights in the kitchen and living room, spent about 15 minutes pacing then turned off the lights and went into the bedroom and drew the shades. Her fear was that someone who might know the man that loaned the cottage to Phillip and her might see someone coming in and imagine the worst. There was no light on in back and the street in front of the cottage was poorly lighted. If Bart were to see anybody that might notice him ducking between the houses he was to keep walking and they would just have to figure something out tomorrow night. The back door was left unlocked. 

About fifteen minutes after she had turned on the light in the bedroom she heard the back door open and the hinge squeak. Like a bird's, her heart fluttered when she heard the floorboards creaking. When his frame filled the bedroom door she felt like her knees would collapse. "Welcome Bart," she said breathlessly, holding out her hands to him. "Do you think me terribly wicked?" Aggie's hands trembled in Bart's, that were trembling as well. With a mother's instinct she wrapped him in her arms and held him close until their mutual wavering subsided. 

She kissed his cheek, placed hers on the moisture of the kiss and moved her pressing palms downward on his back, pulling him tight against her forward thrusting hips. His hands dropped and cupped her bottom. They arched their backs and gazed into the depths of each other's eyes then leaned forward and kissed. The kiss was hungry, with opened mouths. Their tongues entered timidly, probed expectantly then whirled in their salivating darkness.

Even though she was cheating on her husband, for the first time, there was no guilt in Aggie's actions. The man was almost a boy, the same age as her son. But, she craved the feel of his cock and needed him to feel the wet excitement between her legs. Pushing her palm flat against his belly she slid her fingers between Bart's elastic waistband and his naked flesh. Her fingertips brushed the patch of coarse and curly hair then bumped the bulk of his rigid cock. Groping his pulsing organ she was amazed at how thick he was and, with one stroke, detected that he wasn't particularly long, just very thick. Her flesh was hungry for him and Bart was just as eager t oblige. He fumbled with the top button of her Capri pants then zipped them down. Inside her panties, the palm of his hand pressed on her hairy mound. Then, the tip of his middle finger skated in her slippery groove.

Aggie let go of Bart's cock, wiggled and peeled the waist of her Capri's and her panties over her curved hips and ass, dropping them to the floor. Bart's finger slid inside her pussy and hooked against the front of her vagina, keeping a steady pressure as it moved in and out. She was amazed that his technique was light years ahead of her husband. Writhing from the pleasure of Bart finger fucking her she kicked off her blue canvas wedgies and managed to extricate her feet from the twisted clothes. Both breathed like sprinters gasping for the tape. 

She wanted to feel his magnificent girth inside her and whispered, "I want you Bart." 

Bart, wanting her as badly, thrust his left hand into his pocket and came out with plastic packages that fell on the floor. He removed his finger from Aggie's pussy and tore at the package that remained in his other hand. Feeling the cool lubricant splash on her leg she moved back slightly to allow him to roll the condom on his swollen cock. 

Her tubes had been tied long ago and, as infrequently as it happened, Phillip entered her bareback. She wished it could have been the same with Bart but she loved that he was being careful, for both of their benefits. She didn't have much time to think about it though as she hurtled backward, then bounced on the bed. She spread and raised her legs to accommodate him and felt the tip of his cock exploring her groove. He found the entrance and stretched her vaginal ring wider than she could imagine a man doing, sliding, solidly inside. With her eyes closed she thrilled at how his bulk filled her. It was like fingers in a new pair of kid gloves that were just a shade too tight. It was delicious!

Aggie's legs scissored Bart's bare hips and ass, pinning him tightly to her. She was naked from the waist down, still wearing her blue and white vertical striped Tee, while his blue trunks were bunched around his ankles and he still wore his sandals. Hungry for romance Aggie held Bart's cheeks between her hands, captured his eyes and brought his face close to her. Their lips met and she wanted to lose herself in the wet kiss but, at the moment, she was hungrier for raw sex. She was thrilled at how tight her cunt wrapped around his bulky cock and wanted to feel that big thing moving inside her. She broke the kiss, saliva stringing between their lips, and panted, "Fuck me Bart," opening her legs and pointing her toes to the ceiling.

Bart's knees pressed against the side of the mattress and he hunched his back, drawing his cock to the rim of his head. He'd been with older women, most of whose pussies were loose. But Aggie's was tight and her body hadn't begun breaking down like the other women's. He looked into her eyes, saw them close when he pulled back and, when he thrust slowly inside, her lids opened wide and then bugged out as if she had seen a ghost.

That she was actually being fucked by another man was the realization of a long standing fantasy that had been playing in her mind for fifteen years. "God!" he said, "Aggie, Aggie...Fuck...Oh God!" He had already been fucking her, saying her name over and over, splicing it with dirty words for what seemed like five minutes, probably three minutes longer than her husband had ever stayed in. She had imagined other cocks but had never imagined that one could fill her so full. But then, in her pornographic perusings, she had never seen one so fat, lots of long ones, but not short and incredibly fat. It was like one of those jumbo bratwursts she had seen at the meat market. 

Each time he withdrew she bit her lower lip, sucked air through her nose and anticipated the next plunge. When he slammed home her eyes bugged out. She frog-kicked and gasped, "Bart!" or "Yes!" Or she grunted her pleasure or just cried out, "Fuck!"

It was like an out of body experience, like she was looking down from above: Two bodies, the male in a blue shirt with his blue trunks bunched around his ankles, his muscular legs and tight buns rising and falling on top of the woman, whose head waggled, her eyes closing then opening like she had seen a miracle, her lower lip being pulled in by her biting teeth, her mouth forming and oval of ecstasy while her legs kicked like a dog paddling swimmer's. She heard the slapping of two bellies, clapping like an expectant audience, heard the clapping increase, then, heard frenzied whines and realized the sounds were coming from her.

Bart's arms, stiffly extended on the mattress, began to quiver. His grunts, holding back the zenith of his explosion, became urgent, more primal; he had to cum. The exquisite sensation of his driving penis excited Aggie to the verge of orgasm. With her fists, she beat on his back, bucking hard to meet his thrusts. "Cocksuckkkker!" he yelled, shuddered momentarily, continuing to fuck then slumped against her body, gasping for air.

His breaths still coming in waves Bart's body was entwined in arms and legs. Aggie held him captive, kissing his ear, neck, shoulder and cheek, telling him how wonderful he was. Her orgasm was on temporary hold, it's need to be released lessened by her maternal instinct that instructed her to assuage the ego of this young man, to tell him what a marvelous lover he was, how big his cock felt inside her, how much more she wanted him to love her. 

"Did you really like it Aggie?" He asked.

"I liked more than it Bart. I loved it!" She replied. But she wanted more and looked forward to more than she had ever experienced, unable to shake the fear that he, like Phillip, would call it a night.. Ten minutes after he had climaxed she had eased the prison of her arms and legs. Limp but still inside her his breathing was shallow. She thought he was dozing. 

"Aggie," Bart asked, "Could we be naked together?" 

She loved that he was still tentative. It made her feel like he really did care for her more than hid did the other women he had spoken of. She wanted to feel his naked flesh against hers, the way a man and woman were supposed to be in bed. "Mmm...hmmm," she responded, opening her arms and sliding her open palms to the bottom of his shirt. She pulled it upward letting him hold his arms out so she could peel it off. He'd been in the sun all day, hadn't showered and had the smell of an unwashed male. Aggie chuckled and said, "Take your trunks and shoes off." She sat up on the bed, stripped her t-top, reached deftly around and undid her bra and wiggled it off. She smiled at Bart who was standing naked before her, his thick cock limp and wrinkled inside his full condom. "Sweetie," she said, 'you're so damned cute." She grinned and her dimple sank deeply into her cheek. "You need to take a shower though baby. Would you like Mama to wash you?" The minute she said it she felt strange. Why did she call him baby and refer to herself as Mama?

She stood up and her generous 36C breasts slumped to their position, but didn't sag. Her areolas were large pinkish brown circles as soft as the softest kid leather, with bumps. Her nipples were large, the size of pants waist buttons, protruding almost a half inch beyond her breasts. Bart gawked and Aggie smiled in appreciation of his approval. She took his hand and led him into the bathroom, reached into the shower and turned on the water. "Let's get rid of this, shall we?" she said. And, reaching down and pinching the end of the condom, she pulled it, sliding it off Bart's flaccid penis, a string of jism oozing back into the condom. She dropped it into the toilet and flushed it before walking into the shower. She pulled Bart in behind her.

Wetting the washcloth she soaped it. "Hold your arms up sweetie," she commanded and he complied. She soaped under his arms and down his body, across his abdomen and up and down his chest, through his sudsy pubic patch and over his now slightly swollen penis. Tenderly, she washed his balls. "Turn around baby." She did his neck, his back, down his legs and feet. She spread his cheeks and washed behind his balls and around his anus, probing just inside with her finger in the washcloth. "Do me now Bart," she said, handing him the washcloth and turning her back to him.

He mimicked her movements exactly, even probing her anus, which gave her a thrill. "Turn around," he said. When she turned she saw he was fully erect again. He washed her cheeks, her shoulders, around her arms and breasts, which sent electric shocks throughout her body. He made suds in her pubic triangle and very, very gently washed her pussy then down her legs to her feet. Standing up again he put his arms around her waist loosely and pulled her gently forward, sliding his cock underneath her pussy, parting her large lips with the top of his shaft. They kissed and hugged, their naked chest and breast discovering their sensual pleasures. She squeezed his hardness between her legs and forced her lips apart on his hard rod. Pulling his cock from the prison of her legs Bart opened her legs with his hand and groped, his finger finding its way between her puffy lips and skating in her furrow. Her hand went to his cock and pulled the loose outer skin as far forward as it would go, partially covering his violet head, then settling into a slow, jacking stroke. His finger found her clitoris and pressed (she winced) and he moved it round and round, causing her to flex her knees with the pleasure. They kissed.

This time their kiss was deliberate and purposeful. Their lips melted like heat softened butter and their tongues danced a sensuous waltz, exploring the slickness of their inner cheeks and their velvet lingual surfaces. They breathed gingerly to avoid being flooded by the cascading water and worked their manual magic on each other's sex. 

To Aggie it was surreal, feeling like her clitoris, swollen many times it usual size, was being caressed by a giant fingertip that was drawing her closer and closer to orgasm. While their lips pressed and their tongues flailed wild breaths through there noses were symbiotic, depending on one to inhale and the other to exhale. Both hands moved faster, and their asses wiggled and thrust and withdrew. It seemed to Aggie that a glow was sagging from her brain and rising from her feet, getting closer and closer to her throbbing clitoris. When they met, her body went into a spasm and the contents of her sponge released, gushing a clear gout of ejaculate down her legs. The jacking of her hand morphed to a squeeze. Bart's cock was still rock hard.

Bart turned Aggie's back to the warm shower and let it caress her back. He held her tightly to him while she quaked her climax, then cuddled her while her breathing slowed to normal. "Oh baby," she gasped, "Oh baby." Then, her body began to shake and he realized that she was sobbing in his arms. "Oh baby, baby," she said between sobs, "I've needed that so badly." It was hard for him to believe that a 50 year old woman was in his arms; she seemed so much younger. 

"You're a marvelous woman Aggie," was all he could say. 

Aggie let gravity pull her downward and Bart's hands slid from her bottom to the small of her back, her wet arms sliding down his wet body. She looked up into his eyes, her indigo pupils as blue as the Grotto Azura, her face sliding past her chest to his stomach, her chin parting his sodden pubic hair, then resting on the top of his extended cock, her chain, as it pressing it until its resilience popped it back up, sliding against her cheek. Looking at Bart's amazingly fat cock she had wondered if it would fit in her mouth. The head was light purple, like a turkey's gizzard, and shiny. The slit on the end looked like two sideways lips, drooling its aloe-like oil out of the bottom corner. She touched his slit with the tip of her tongue and tasted his sweetness then opened her mouth. Even though it stretched the corners of her lips there was enough room in her mouth for her tongue to lave the head, to lick the sweetness of his continuing ooze from his slit and to feel the half-round fluid passage on the penis's bottom.

Bart felt her soft lips, the warmth of her wet mouth, and the velvet top of her tongue holding the bottom of his head like a soft platform. Sucking watered air at the sensation of his cock inside her mouth he looked down and watched four inches of his five inch cock disappear into her face. She looked up with grateful eyes, her tongue fluttering and pleasuring his prickly phallus, her left hand cradling and gently rolling his balls, tickling his scrotum with her fingertip while he winced and wiggled and squirmed. 

He laced his fingers in her wet hair and eased her head back and forth, her mouth holding his cock like an oral pussy. Bart maintained his balance by putting his hand against the wall. His knees were weakening and he feared collapse. He watched as Aggie's head took most of his cock inside her mouth then slid deliciously back. 

One of the contentious points of Aggie's marriage was that her husband believed that oral sex was Sodomy. Soon after her honeymoon she felt the urge to suck Phillip's cock and did. He seemed to love it, quickly cumming in her mouth. But afterward he became remorseful and they had to pray for their wicked actions. Now with this young man's rock hard organ in her mouth she was exhilarated. She knew that Bart was close and she wanted to prolong it. Sliding her mouth off his shaft she held it up and suckled his left testicle then his right, stroking his cock slowly as she did. His balls were too big for get both of them to fit in her mouth so she worked on one, then the other, scraping them gently with her teeth, licking under and behind them, halfway to his asshole. She wanted his cum in her mouth, wanted to feel the hot load as it entered, wanted to taste his swimming sperm. She wanted to swallow it. So, she took him in her mouth again, cupped his buns and mouth fucked him as fast as she could.

"Ah, ah, ah." It was hard to hear his bliss above the pounding of the water. Aggie knew he was ready because his leg muscles were as tight as a drum and he was quivering. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" She heard it this time and felt his cock recoil as the warm load hit the back of her throat. Pooling it below her tongue she moved free of his cock and hearing his second "AHHHHHHHHHH," she saw it squirt from his slit and lay a warm line across her nose and cheek, which was immediately washed away by the cascading water. She cuddled his cock against her cheek like a doll and let the semen settle between her teeth. She touched it with the tip of her tongue then squished it between her teeth like mouthwash. Looking up she caught Bart's enrapt stare and, with a wisp of a she swallowed grinned, her dimple drawn deep. Then, she kissed his cock and hugged his bottom with her arms, pulling his sex tightly against her cheek. 




The Pastor's Wife



Out of the shower, Bart wrapped her in the large bath towel and began patting her dry. "Aggie," he said, "You must know that one of the most exciting things in a mans life is to cum in a woman's mouth and have her swallow it. You're wonderful."

As they were drying each other Aggie asked, "Don't most of your women like to swallow?"

"Uh...uh Aggie. Most older women don't like it."

"You probably think I'm crazy Bart but the thought of have all those millions of sperm in my mouth, knowing how much pleasure it gave you, made me feel powerful."

"You're an amazing woman Aggie and I had no idea you would be this hot."

Wrapped in their towels Bart's arm directed Aggie back to the bed. "You've done something for me; now I want to return the favor. She looked up at him, not quite sure what he was talking about. She had never had her pussy eaten in her life and was hopeful, but. Bart was puzzled by her expression. He was sure that she was a fully initiated woman and had no idea that such an act was so foreign to her. He removed her towel then his, took her hands in his and backed her to the edge of the bed. "Sit down Aggie," he said. "Sit with your bottom about twelve inches on the mattress and lay back. She sat, trying to gauge an exact twelve inches. Still holding her hands he eased her back down on the mattress. He took her ankles in his hands and positioned her feet on the edge of the mattress, then reached for a pillow. Putting his hands under her ass he lifted, and with her help, raised her hips. He slid the pillow under her ass then dropped to his knees.

The excitement almost brought another orgasm as she watched the curly mop of hair close the distance between her legs. She felt his thumbs opening her lips and winced at the first touch of a man's tongue on her pussy. She felt the oval of his lips close against her labia and his tongue probe her furrow, finding her hole it penetrated as far as it would go, rimming her vaginal ring a number of times, then gliding upward, upward, until he touched... 

"Holy shit Bart, she gasped and felt her midsection grip then felt the warm ooze squirting from her pussy."

"Jesus, Aggie!" Bart exploded, raising his head from her pussy, the clear ooze dripping from his nose. "I've never had that happen before!" He licked the ejaculate. "God, this is hot!"

God, this is hot, she thought. Phillip always said it was disgusting. She watched Bart's head lower again and felt the pleasure of his mouth vacuuming her parts. She felt him licking, kissing her through the slippery ooze, making slurpy noises. She felt the tip of his tongue on her clit, felt shocks shoot through her body. She moaned and wriggled, closing her thighs tight on his head and bucked, squirting again to the sounds of Bart kissing and swallowing her offering. She was on fire...had cum three times so far, once in the shower and twice on the bed. And then Bart did something completely new and unexpected. He raised her legs, spread the cheeks of her ass and rimmed her anus with his tongue. She stiffened and froze and her tummy clamped and twitched. The electricity surged through her body, making her freeze then quiver in a spastic fit. 

Bart stood up and started to turn away from the bed. "Where are you going?" Aggie asked and he told her he needed another condom. "No!" she insisted, "I don't want you to."

"But Aggie," he said, "it's not safe."

"I've never been with another man Bart, other than my husband. And I can't get pregnant. 

"What if I were to give you something?"

"Have you any reason to think you have anything?"

"I've always worn a condom Aggie. It's been something I've vowed to do, until I get married."

"Oh, Bart, I want to feel you inside me so badly...the real you...not some rubber thing. I want you to spill your cum inside me. I wanta feel your fat cock slide through it." She had never used words like this before and reveled in her wickedness. She rose up and held out her hands as if she were trying to draw him to her and asked, "Please Bart?"

Bart had always wanted to go "bareback," but, upon the advice of his father, was adamant about not putting himself at risk. He'd been asked by a few of the older women he'd been with to do it but, to him, they'seemed too slutty to chance it. But then, he'd never had the kind of feeling for any other woman that he had for Aggie, and trusted that she was clean. He grabbed her ankles and raised her legs, spreading her large lips with his finger and thumb then, holding his cock with his right hand, he slid it in her slippery pink trough and found the entrance.

Like all men, he had always loved blowjobs because of the hot, sensual feeling and the fact that his cock was in a woman's mouth. But, he'd always wanted to experience the feeling of his naked cock sliding home in a woman's cunt, the natural place where it was supposed to be...in its natural state. And, as the squishy warmth of Aggie's tight hole squeezed him, he felt chills as the head of his cock opened the hidden pinkness that was massaging his length with its tight wetness. And the look of ecstasy on Aggie's face, her indigo pupils surrounded by a circle of white, her mouth, looking like she was readying for a cock and the soft, gratify moans that emanated from the circle of her lips, sent an excitement to the core of his sex that he'd never felt before. "Jesus Aggie," he murmured, "You are so fucking hot."

The sensation of Bart's bare cock inside her was heavenly. She imagined her walls, which were now accustomed to his size, squeezing it like a farmer's hand on a cow's teat and she imagine the slit in his tight, violet head oozing his sweet and slippery precum. Once again, Aggie encompassed Bart with her legs, holding him tightly to her. She circled his neck with her arms and pulled his lips to hers, pillowing them, parting them with her tongue and tasting his tongue as it explored the inside of her mouth. His chest lowered to her tender breasts and flattened them. She closed her eyes and allowed the entirety of their illicit loving seep throughout her body. Her breath exited her lungs in a long flow that held these words, "Oh God...Oh God Bart, I've never imagined how good this could feel." She filled her lungs again and said, "A woman who's been married all these years...Oh fuck." Another breath. "How could a man...almost a boy...know how to give this much joy?" They lay connected, kissing and murmuring until Aggie finally said, "Fuck me Bart, and fill me with your hot cum."

She opened her legs. Bart slid back and his feet touched the floor, pulling his glistening cock slowly out until the rim of his head was visible in the maw of Aggie's pussy. Their eyes were locked. He leaned forward, Aggie's feet now hooked on the back of his thighs and, with the gentle pressure from the backs of her heels he made the slow and easy slide to the meshing of their pubic hair, Aggie's slightly parted lips, silently mouthed the word fuck to the length of his stroke. His large balls in his low hanging sac nestled gently in the cleft of Aggie's ass, then pulled away, stretching his scrotum and releasing as he pulled back again. The time was deliciously suspended and neither, lavishing in the sumptuous banquet of their fuck, yet felt the need to release. For Aggie it was her first extended fuck, and for Bart, it was the ability to hold back, learned in his numerous trysts with women who were patient enough to teach him the enjoyment of a delightful ride.

They kissed while they fucked; Bart fondled Aggie's breasts, as did Aggie her own. Aggie touched Bart's slippery cock as it moved in and out of her body; letting it slide past her tickling fingertips. Bart petted and stroked Aggie's clitoris and it responded by growing to twice its size, throbbing with electricity. He let Aggie suck his fingers that were wet with their combined sex and Aggie glossed his lips and nostrils with the bounty she'd gathered on her own fingers. The orgiastic pressure built in their bodies and Aggie, as Bart pumped, said, "Fuck me baby, fuck me." Her head waggled from side to side and her eyes were opened wide, looking at the ceiling as if there were a spot that would hold her release. Her fingers, without her even realizing it, flicked and rubbed her clit. Bart slammed her over and over again, both of them grunting and exclaiming oh fucks and oh shits. Her legs violently stabbed at the ceiling then bent and stabbed again. It was furious at the end.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Bart screamed and Aggie let out a series of primal howls. Her legs squeezed him in a scissor lock and he continued to buck. She didn't feel his ejaculation but knew by the incredible slipperiness of his strokes that he had cum...and she imagined millions of sperm finding a dead-end in her tied tubes. Finally, they lay still in each other's arms, their gasps coming further apart and settling into lethargic breaths that allowed them to doze.

It was 4:00 AM. Their loving had gone on all night, over and over again. The soreness between Aggie's legs was a pesky reminder of how many times Bart's oversized organ had ravished her tight pussy. And, she remembered every penetration. As Bart slept soundly, his bare ass bumping against her hips, she could still the taste of his cum in her mouth. Although nasal fatigue had set in long ago she knew the room reeked of the smell of their sex. It seemed like all the positions she yearned to try during the years her marriage, had happened in this one night. And, she wanted to try them all, over and over, again. But she didn't know if Bart would want to be with her again. She shook him and he mumbled in his sleep and dug his arm under his pillow, looking for a haven from an early alarm. She shook him again and murmured, "Bart."

"Hmmm?" His tongue licked his lips and they smacked, and his eyelids squeezed more tightly shut. She shook him again. "Wha, wha, what?" His eyes opened and his eyeballs moved to the corners, looking up at her he yawned and said, "Oh, hi Aggie, what time is it?"

"...just after four Bart." They had agreed that he would have to leave before it got light...couldn't chance neighbors seeing a young stud leaving a preacher's wife cottage in the morning. 

"My balls ache Aggie, are you sore too?" heasked. They both moaned and winced then laughe. "Can I ask you something Aggie?" She nodded in answer, wondering if this would be the end of their story and he said, "Do you think we can do it again tonight?"



The Pastor's Wife



Julie had been a loving and devoted Pastor's wife for more than 28 years. During that time she had been faithful to him, even though somewhat sexually unsatisfied. She was a beautiful woman who had been blessed with a great body, a body that had not gone unnoticed by male parishioners at the various churches they had been assigned.

One would think that church men would be different than unchurched men, but it seems men are men no matter their outward appearances. This was proven over the years as men would continually and "accidentally" brush up against her ass as they walked by or hold her close when they hugged leaving church so they could feel her full breasts against their chests. Julie would also catch men eying her breasts when she would walk into a room -- it didn't matter if she was wearing a blouse that reveal some cleavage or a turtleneck sweater, they were always looking. But the truth is Julie enjoyed the attention these men gave her.

Occasionally, Julie would even dress in a way that would tease the men. She would wear a sheer high-collar blouse with a lacy bra one size smaller than her 36D required, pushing her breasts up and over her cup. On one church outing to a nearby lake Julie intentionally wore an older bathing suit with worn-out elastic on the leg wholes. When she lied down on her back to sunbathe, the men could catch a glimpse of her unshaven bush. This was probably her favorite tease.

All this teasing made Julie want to have sex with her husband even more. Most men would have welcomed an oversexed wife, but the pastor didn't have strong sex drive, so she often resorted to self service.

With the advent of the internet, Julie discovered a few websites that allowed her to be a voyeur, which helped her relieve some of her sexual frustration. Eventually she found a site that allowed her to post a few risqué photos of her incredible body and let men and women respond to see if they wanted to hook up. She enjoyed playing this game, with no intention of ever meeting anyone live.

Then she met a handsome man named Kevin on this website who she found attractive, not only physically, but intellectually as well. Kevin was outwardly a conservative, church going man. Inwardly, he too was frustrated with his sex life. Although he loved his wife, she was like the Pastor, not very interested in sex. She felt once a month or so was enough.

They traded emails and IM's and eventually more explicit photos. It seems Julie had quite a collection of herself for a Pastor's wife. She said she was into photography and must have carried a tripod with her into the bedroom and elsewhere several times over the years. Their chats were centered on what they would like to do with and to each other.

Eventually, they agreed to meet for coffee, just to talk. They met mid-morning at a restaurant miles from each of their homes so they wouldn't be recognized. Their conversation ranged from politics to travel, interspersed with some spice and double entendre. They sat talking so long that the lunch crowd was beginning to arrive so they decided they had better leave.

As they went out to the parking lot, Kevin pointed out the RV he had driven to their meeting. He asked Julie if she had ever gone RVing and she said no. Then he asked her if she wanted to see inside. She coyly declined, but eventually gave in as Kevin insisted.

Kevin showed her the drivers "command center" and then the galley. It wasn't long before they were at the back of the RV in the bedroom. Julie asked if he and his wife had a lot of great sex back there, but Kevin was quick to respond that they hadn't even once. Julie sat down on the edge of the bad and leaned back on her hands and said that it was too bad because it seemed to be a very comfortable bed. Kevin sat down beside her and bounced a little and agreed with her.

As Kevin bounced on the bed he couldn't help noticing Julie's ample breasts jiggling under her silky blouse. In addition, her legs were slightly spread and the button-front skirt she was wearing opened a bit more with each bounce revealing more and more of her sexy legs and the lace top of her thigh high stockings.

Kevin stopped bouncing and brushed his hand on the side of Julie's face and told her how beautiful he thought she was. Then he leaned in and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. With that she allowed herself to fall back on the bed. 

As they lay there kissing, Julie could feel Kevin's hard cock pressing against her leg. Kevin's hand was soon feeling Julie's leg and sliding up her inner thigh. As his hand reached the promised land, Julie rotated her hips and spread her legs to give him easy access. Kevin's was enjoying the feel of her unshaven bush and soon his fingers were parting her pussy lips and rubbing her clit. His fingers easily found their way inside her as she was so wet.

Julie then began to undue Kevin's belt and unzip his pants. Her hand was now in his underwear and holding his big hard cock. They paused from their kissing and feeling and Kevin stood up and pulled his pants off. As he did, Julie sat up and filled her mouth with his hard warm cock. As she did, he began to unbutton her blouse and unsnapped her front-close bra revealing the most perfect, soft and smooth breasts he had ever seen. As she continued to suck him he held her exposed breasts in his hand, lightly rolling her erect nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

Even though Kevin was in heaven with the perfection her fellacio technique, he wanted to taste her juicy pussy. He slid his hand under her arms and lifted her back on the bed, spread her legs and began caressing her inner thigh. As he reached her waiting wet pussy, he let his tongue lick her leg until it was lightly touching her pussy lips. He started low on one side and let his tongue gently rise and crest over the top of her full clit and down the other side. He did this a few times, each time allowing his tongue to enter deeper until it was simply going up and down inside her. Each time he reached the top; he would pause and suck a little on her clit, then slide back down stick his tongue deep inside her pussy.

Julie couldn't wait any longer; she wanted desperately to cum, so she pulled him up and he slid his hard throbbing cock inside her. She raised and spread her legs, holding them behind her knees with her hands so Kevin could have full and deep penetration. 

Kevin began with long slow thrusts; Julie's pussy was so tight and juicy. Kevin's thrusts were now picking up pace and entering harder and harder. Julie encouraged Kevin to continue with her moans. His thrusts were now at pace and hard enough that Julie was sliding up the bed and beginning to tap the head board.

As they were both reaching climax Julie pulled Kevin down and began kissing him and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into herself with her legs with each thrust. As they kiss their groans and moans become louder as climax is only moments away. With a couple of more thrusts Julie can feel Kevin cumming inside her just as she ascends into orgasm. They hold each other tight as they share this moment of long-time yearning, uncertain if it will ever be repeated.



The Pastor's Wife



I met Donna last year at a party given by our neighbor, when she and her husband moved onto the block. She is 35 years old, 5'6" tall, with an average build and 36C breasts. She has brown hair and eyes and has a fantastic ass. She was born in Honduras but moved here when she was 5 years old. She is married to Tom, the pastor of a Christian church located a couple of towns over. He is 15 years older than she is and very straightlaced, which isn't hard to believe since he is a man of the cloth. Talking to them both that evening, you would think that they're a happy couple enjoying life.

I live a few doors down from Donna and Tom, and I have spoken to them and visited their home on numerous occasions. Donna is a quiet woman and doesn't show much of her body. Her clothing is very understated, but a few times she has worn outfits that suggest that she has a great body. I am 40 years old, 5'10", with brown hair and eyes and an average build. I have been divorced for 3 years.

About a month ago I went to their home to drop off a letter that was delivered to my home by mistake. I rang the door bell and Donna answered inviting me in. I gave her the letter and she asked me to sit and have some iced tea. I asked where Tom was, and she told me that he was away on a religious retreat. She also said that his pastoral duties keep him away from home a lot, and it was nice to have someone visit and to talk with. I live alone and I was also happy to have someone to chat with. 

During our hour long conversation, I looked at Donna and took in her beauty. She wore a warm up suit which she had zipped up almost to her neck. I was able to check out her ass a couple of times, as she walked to and from the kitchen. When she became a little warm, she instinctively lowered the zipper to her jacket. She had on a tight white tank top which showed off her round breasts and a little cleavage. I couldn't help but stare at her chest. Combine that, her ass and her beautiful white smile, I started to feel a stirring in my jeans. A couple of minutes later, I excused myself and told her I had to return home. She thanked me again for the letter and I attempted to hide my semi hard on as I left.

The next afternoon there was a knock at my door. When I answered it I was surprised that it was Donna. I was even more surprised when I saw her wearing a nice pair of jeans and a blouse that was only buttoned to the top of her breasts. I invited her in and once again I stared. Donna was visibly nervous and she fidgeted as she tried to tell me why she was there. I listened as she explained that she saw me staring at her breasts the day before. I quickly apologized, but she said that none was necessary. She further explained that she also noticed my apparent discomfort as I left. Donna confided in me that my staring, and my growing erection caused her to become a little excited. She told me that Tom never looks at her as I did, and until yesterday, she had not felt like a woman that was desired. 

We sat and talked and Donna opened up. She got very graphic and told me that she and Tom rarely have sex, and when they do, it's always in the missionary position and void of warmth. She said that Tom says that sex is only for procreation and not to be used for fun. Donna also told me that Tom doesn't last very long when they do have sex and he doesn't satisfy her. When I asked her why she was telling me all of this, she got nervous again. She quietly said that she found me attractive and that seeing me get excited yesterday, started her to think.

Donna's voice cracked when she asked me to be her lover, a friend with benefits. She wanted a discreet relationship and had no desire to leave Tom as it might destroy him as a pastor. I was surprised at her request and it took me a minute to fully comprehend her offer. Donna seeing the shock on my face became worried that she had revealed too much. She got up off of the couch and quickly walked to the door feeling ashamed.

I ran to her as she put her hand on the door knob, and pulled her towards me. I kissed her and told her I wanted to be her lover. She smiled at me and fell into my arms. She kissed me hard and said that she desired to be bad, very bad.

I took her by the hand and we went to my bedroom. I sat on my king size bed and told her to undress as I watched. Donna kicked off her shoes and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She removed her jeans and stood before my clad in her plain white bra and panties which looked stark against her bronze skin. I stood, and walked behind her. I unclasped her bra and tossed it on the floor. I slid her panties down her athletic legs and she stepped out of them. I tossed those next to her bra. I told her that from now on she was to wear only sexy bras and thongs. I turned Donna towards me and I got my first look at my new lover. Her tits were firm and full and had dark nipples. Her stomach was flat with an "innie" bellybutton, and she had a full dark bush covering her pussy.

I took Donna to my master bathroom and put her in the tub. She looked a bit confused and I asked her if she really wanted to be bad? She replied that she did, and I pointed to her bush and said that I needed to make an adjustment. I told her to lie down and I started the warm water flowing. I lathered her pubic hair with my shaving cream and with a brand new razor, I began to shave her pussy. The razor glided over her mound with ease, and I left a patch of well trimmed hair above her now naked pussy. I told Donna that she was to now keep her pussy groomed for me and she agreed. I rinsed her off and toweled her dry. 

Back in my bedroom, I had Donna lie on the bed. I got between her legs and inspected my work. Donna started to get wet as I pulled on her hairless labia and I let my finger glide over her clit. My tongue flicked across it and she let out a gasp. I slipped my tongue inside of her and she tasted sweet. I replaced my tongue with my right index finger and found her g-spot as I licked and sucked on her swollen clit. Donna was breathing heavily and her fingers were in my hair. I sucked harder on her little nub and my finger rubbed the spongy area on the roof of her warm, wet cunt. It only took a few minutes for her to come, and she arched her back and pulled my face into her pussy as she convulsed. I drank her cum, and as she was coming down from her orgasm, she told me that Tom never ate her pussy before. I told her that all changed when she became my fuck buddy.

I kissed Donna and slid my tongue past her lips, letting her taste herself for the first time. I stood and began to undress in front of her. When I removed my boxer-briefs, Donna just stared at my erect 8 inches. She never took her eyes off of it as she rose from the bed and knelt in front of me. She put her small hand around my veined shaft and she lightly squeezed and inspected her new toy. Donna mentioned how thick and hard it was and I told her that she could taste it. She looked up at me and kissed the purple head of my cock. She slipped her lips over the head and got about 4 inches into her mouth. She sucked and licked at my manhood like a novice. I gave her explicit directions on what to do, and a few minutes later she had me in her throat. She gagged a little, but over all she was getting the hang of it. 

Donna was sucking on my cock and lightly squeezing my balls. Her mouth was warm and she was making slurping noises as she worked on my cock. I was getting close to my orgasm and I told Donna I was going to cum soon. I asked her if she wanted me to cum in her mouth or pull out? Donna kept sucking on my cock without saying a word, so I guess I got my answer. A minute later I was blasting jet after jet of hot cum into her mouth. Donna swallowed what she could and the excess dribbled out of the corners of her lips. She let my cock slip from between her lips and I wiped the cum from the corners of her mouth with my finger and gave it to her to lick clean. 

I asked Donna if she enjoyed the taste of my cum, and she said that it was much better than she expected. I told her that since she liked it, she was to swallow my seed whenever I wanted her to. Donna agreed.

As we rested, I noticed Donna's hand rubbing her pussy. She saw me looking, and she said that she couldn't help it now that it was shaven smooth. She liked how sexy the bare, smooth skin felt. I took her other hand and placed it on my softened cock. Donna pulled and squeezed and my cock grew hard in her manipulative hand. I watched her stroking my shaft and noticed that her fingernails were trimmed. I told her that starting tomorrow, she was to get regular manicures and pedicures and that I wanted her fingernails to be long and sexy. She could choose any color polish or style she liked and her toes had to match. Again, Donna agreed.

My cock was rock hard again, and Donna's rubbing got her pussy slick with her juices. I told her to get on top of me and fuck me. Tom only did her missionary style and I didn't want our first encounter to be with me on top. Donna climbed above me and slowly positioned the head of my throbbing cock at the entrance of her slick hairless pussy. She hesitated for a moment and confessed that she didn't think I would fit, as Tom is smaller than I am in both thickness and length. I told Donna to go slow and at her own pace.

As the head of my cock touched the opening to her pussy, I felt how hot she was. Donna wriggled the head inside and she suddenly stopped. She told me that she was getting used to my size A few seconds later she was lowering herself down my aching shaft, her ass finally resting on my balls. Damn was she tight! Donna began to slowly slide her pussy up and down on my cock. Her eyes were closed and her fingers were intertwined in the hairs of my chest. She started to grind her clit on the base of my cock and I knew she was going to cum soon.

I asked Donna to slide off of my cock and get on her hands and knees. I positioned her at the end of the bed and I stood behind her. I pressed the head of my dick into her pussy and my hands went to either side of her waist to steady her. I pushed the rest of my cock into her depths in a single hard stroke. I looked down and admired her ass, which was perfectly shaped and firm. I started out slowly and gradually began to thrust into her pussy harder and faster. Donna was moaning and pulling on the sheets. She was pushing back on my cock on each thrust into her pussy, enjoying the sensations. Donna's moans got louder and her pussy tightened around my cock as she orgasmed for the second time. I fucked her through her orgasm and her pussy became even more slippery than before.

I pulled my cock from Donna's slick pussy and pushed her over onto her back. I crawled between her legs and pushed my dick back into her stretched cunt. Donna wrapped her legs around my waist and I pounded into her hard,my balls slapping against her firm ass. Our fucking rocked the bed, and slippery squishing noises came from her well lubed cunt. I grabbed onto her tits as we fucked and I pulled and pinched her dark stiff nipples. Sweat was dripping from my brow and Donna told me she liked being bad. Hearing this put me over the edge. My balls tensed, and I shot ribbons of cum deep into her pussy. When my orgasm subsided, I slipped out of Donna's well fucked pussy. Donna licked my cock clean and smacked her lips when the job was done. Her pussy was damaged. My cum dribbled out of the gaping hole and down the crack of her ass. That gave me an idea.

I started to lick and suck on Donna's firm tits. I lightly bit and nibbled on each nipple and my hand went to her sopping pussy. I coated two of my fingers with our combined cum and slid them lower. I massaged the slippery liquid around her tight, virgin sphincter. Donna moaned in enjoyment and a smile came to my face. I stopped licking her nipples long enough to ask her how bad she wanted to be. She replied that she wanted to be VERY bad. My cock was still somewhat hard and I told Donna to suck on it until she got it stiff.

I pulled Donna on top of me in a 69 and she took me into her warm mouth. She worked her magic on my cock as I licked her tight puckerd ass. This was all new to Donna, and she paused to let what I was doing register in her brain. She moaned with my cock in her throat and I knew she was enjoying what I was doing to her ass. She stopped sucking my cock when she thought I was hard, and again I told her to get on her hands and knees. I slid my cock into her drenched pussy and stroked in and out a few times, coating it with our juices. I pulled my slick cock from her cunt and aimed the head at the entrance to her virgin ass.

Donna gasped and said that she had never done this before. I said that she was the one who wanted to be really bad and that she should take a deep breath and relax. Donna breathed in deep and exhaled. I pushed past her tight ass ring, and Donna screamed as my cock pierced her. She told me that it hurt, and I said that the pain would soon pass as she got used to having my cock in her gorgeous ass. I pulled out of her ass and dipped it inside her cunt to get it slick again. The head of my cock went into her ass a little easier this time and I continued to push in slowly. My hands spread Donna's ass cheeks and I admired the contrast of our different skin colors. It took a few minutes, but I finally buried myself in Donnas tight ass. Donna's fingers were rubbing her cum laden cunt and I started to slide my cock in and out of her twitching rectum.

Donna's fingering of her pussy got faster, and so did my thrusts. I spit on the shaft of my cock to add a little more lube and continued my assault on her ass. After a few minutes of fucking her this way, I pulled out of her and I layed on my back. I told Donna to face away from me and to climb on top. I was surprised when she took my cock into her mouth. She tasted her ass for the first time and seeing her do this turned me on and my cock swelled even more.

Donna slid her pussy down onto my cock to get it slick just as I did earlier. She squatted over my cock and pushed her ass onto the swollen head of my dick. I was amazed that she took me into her ass without hesitation. Donna fucked me now, and I watched my dick disappear then reappear from her rectum. Donna slid up and down on me faster and faster. Her body tensed again and her ass tightened around my cock as well. Donna screamed loudly as she came with my cock buried in her ass. I felt our warm combined cum ooze out of her cunt and down my balls. Donna contined fucking my cock and soon I exploded into the depths of her bowels, my hot cum coating her colon. Donna collapsed off of me and whimpered into the pillow. 

I felt amazing. I filled this neglected woman's pussy, belly and rectum with my seed. Her pussy and ass were red and gaping, with my cum oozing from both areas. Donna's back was to me and I saw her hand reach back and touch her sore pussy and ass. She slipped two fingers in her pussy and coated them with my cum. She brought them around and I heard her slurp the sticky goo from them. Donna reached aroud again and stuck the same two fingers into her ass. She sucked the cum from them as well. Donna turned towards me and saw the smile on my face. She glanced down to my sticky semi hard dick and moved her head down towards it. Once again she took my cock into her mouth and cleaned my cum and her ass off of it. As I watched her, I thought to myself. I just turned this good girl bad and I was excited at the thought of fucking her on a regular basis. There is nothing more satisfying then watching a newborn slut sucking on your cock with your cum dripping out of her pussy and ass.



The Pastor's Wife



A look of guilt swept over his face. I'd come to the truth of the matter and he could make no defense.

"I've contacted an attorney, and I will be filing for divorce from you this week. You will be free to pursue your ministry without the responsibility of a wife."

"Kelly, are you sure this is right?" he stuttered. 

"Yes Daniel, I'm sure. There's more. I've met and fallen in love with someone else. When the divorce is final, she and I will be living together."

"You're in love with a woman? You've been having sex with women!"

"No! I haven't broken my vows to you, even though you lied your way through our wedding ceremony and made a sham of our marriage. I've kept my promises to you!"

Angry, I walked into our bedroom and opened the door. My suitcases were already packed and ready to go. Picking them up, I left the house. On the way out I told him that I would be coming by the following day to pack up the rest of my belongings.

When I got to my new apartment, the first thing I did was call Morgan.

"Well, I told him."

"How did he take it?"

"Not too badly. I think he was more relieved than anything. I told him about us."

"You did?"

"Well, not by name. I told him that I had met and fallen in love with a woman and that once the divorce was final, we would be living together."

"How did he take that?"

"Funny, that was the only thing he showed any real emotion about. Sad really."

"Well, I'm not all that fussed. I knew that this was coming, and I don't really care. I feel bad for my parents though?"

"Oh, why's that?"

"They thought you were being a good influence on me."

With that we both started laughing. 

"No, you've been a good influence on me. I can't wait for you to meet my family. They're going to love you so much!"

It seemed like the next three months crawled by. Aside from the time I spent with Morgan and Emily, the only noteworthy thing that happened was the letter and exit interview.


Dear FBC member,

It is with deepest regret that we must announce the separation of Pastor Daniel and his wife Kelly. Mrs. Hornbarger has filed for divorce from Pastor Daniel citing irreconcilable differences between them.

We are truly saddened by this separation. We pray for both Pastor Daniel and Kelly in this difficult time in their lives. It is our fervent prayer that the Lord heals the emotional wounds between this couple so that they may live separate and holy lives.

The church board will be meeting separately with Pastor and Mrs. Hornbarger to determine what, if any, culpability lays with Pastor Daniel, and to review his fitness for continued ministry with FBC. Any person wishing to give testimony in this inquiry is invited to contact me for an appointment.

Sincerely,

Robert Wilson
President, FBC Church Council


When I met with the board committee that was reviewing Daniel's continued fitness, I had a small shock. In addition to Bob Wilson, and two other members, Frank Somerlyn, Morgan's father, was there."

Bob Wilson started out. "Mrs. Hornbarger, thank you for taking time to meet with us. I'm sure this is very distasteful to you, but the board feels it is our duty to ascertain the fitness of Pastor Daniel for continued ministry here. Unfortunately, some accusations have been made that we must inquire about. The purpose of our inquiry into these allegations is not to judge you, but to ascertain the reliability of the person making those accusations. If there were any way we could avoid this, please believe that we would."

"It has been alleged that you have carried on a lesbian affair during your marriage. Is this true?"

"No, it is not true. As I explained to Daniel, I have met and fallen in love with a woman. When I met her, my marriage was over in all but name. We have not been intimate with each other and intend to not become intimate until after my divorce is finalized."

"I have first-hand knowledge that she has set up separate living arrangements for herself until the divorce is finalized." Frank Somerlyn said.

"Well then. There is one other accusation that we must regrettably ask you about. An accusation has been made that your infertility as a couple is a major contributing factor in this divorce. Without commenting on whether this is the case, can you please tell us about the issue?"

"There's not a lot to say. In order to conceive Daniel and I would require medical assistance. His feeling was that this infertility was the Lord's will, that our ministry receive our full attention. He told me that he was sure that with sufficient prayer, my grief over this matter would be lifted."

At this point, I broke down and the tears began to roll down my face.

"Thank you. I'm terribly sorry that we had to inquire about this. Of course, then we're at the main purpose of our meeting. Do you have any statements you'd like to make regarding Pastor Daniel's continued fitness for ministry?"

"I'm sure as a confessed lesbian, nothing I say would have any weight in your considerations."

"Please Kelly; you've been on the staff here with us for 6 years now. Please know that we love you and respect your opinion. Be sure that we will not be judging your words in light of whom you have fallen in love with."

"Very well, I have only this one observation. This church has forsaken the ethical teachings of Jesus for the morality teachings of Paul. For every one sermon on loving thy neighbor, forgiving those who have wronged you, and caring for the poor, there are 51 (if not 101) sermons on sexual immorality, drinking, cultural relativism, and any number of terrible things. These negative messages have converted the congregation from being ministers to the world to being a community of children who are constantly reprimanded and disciplined. We are a gathering of children without impact in our community."

"Yes, well, thank you. We'll contact you with our decision." 

That was odd, why would they be contacting me? Shrugging it off, I went home.

Chapter 6

Finally, the day came when my attorney called and said that my divorce decree would be finalized that week, and I could pick it up on Thursday. Excited and nervous, I called Morgan. We agreed to meet for dinner out that evening. She would take Emily to her parents for the night.

I was a jittery bundle of nerves that night. I packed an overnight bag with the lace babydoll ensemble I had dreamt of and a tooth brush. I decided to wear the same dress I had on when we declared our love for each other.

When I met Morgan at the restaurant, she was breathtaking. She was wearing a beautiful crimson dress. It clung deliciously to her curves.  A deep V was cut in the dress showing her cleavage. Instead of the glasses she normally wore, she was wearing contacts.   A pair of red pumps drew attention to her shapely calves. She was a picture of loveliness.

I think dinner was the most wonderful meal I've never remembered. I couldn't begin to tell you what we ate. All I can remember is the surge of emotions flowing over and through me. I remember the excitement of being with her, and how happy I was. I remember the warm feeling of knowing that I was going to be with someone that loved and cared about me. I remember the sexual excitement I felt. A powerful and sensuous longing, a desire more intense than any I had ever felt. It felt as though any physical desire I had ever known before was like a flickering candle, while my thirst for Morgan was like the sun, a consuming warmth that gave life to all. I remember the anxiousness I felt, the desire to have this beautiful creature in my arms. How wonderful she was and how intense her eyes were when she gazed at me. I recall the desperate urge to explore every inch of her. I recall the yearning I felt for dawn, to have her face be the first thing that I saw.

When we left the restaurant, we decided to take my car. The instant I slid into my seat, she was kissing me, pouring herself into me. Her hot breath tore at my skin, her hand pressed against my breast. I was kissing her back madly, trying to satisfy the lust that was taking me over. My pulse was pounding in my ears, and I was breathless. I wanted so much to continue, and yet I wanted so much more! I got the car started, and we drove rapidly to her home. Leading me by the hand, she brought me to her room. I scooped her into my arms holding her tightly, kissing her with abandon. When I thought I could take no more, I gave her a quick peck on the nose and said "Back in a minute!"

I sprinted into her bathroom. Quickly, I peeled off my dress and stockings and put on the lace babydoll. The straps and top were ruffled, and it had a pleated bodice. It was so beautiful and sexy. When I came back into the bedroom, Morgan had lit candles all around the room. Scattered on the floor and bed were fresh rose petals. 

In the corner of the room tied to a rocking chair, was a balloon bouquet. I almost burst into tears when I saw it. They all said simply "Welcome home!" Morgan saw me looking at the balloons.

"Those were Emily's idea."

"They're perfect, they're so wonderful." I blurted. 

"The bear on the right is yours" she said, pointing to the two teddy bears holding hands in the seat of the chair. "Emily said that since I was going to have someone to love me, my bear would need someone to love her too."

"You have so much to be proud of in her."

Blinking back the tears from my eyes, I joined Morgan on the bed. 

Our bed was a riot of smells. I remember the best scent was Morgan. It was wonderful and fresh, and yet heady and physical. It wasn't strong, but its fragrance overwhelmed my senses. There was the crisp clean smell of freshly laundered linen, a smell that reminded me of being a little girl and the special warmth and security I had felt when I got into a freshly made bed. The fragrance of the rose petals scattered around us brought an earthy intensity of summer.

She had on a beautiful satin and lace thong, and a matching bra. The curve of her hips brought home to me just how much a woman she was. We lay next to each other on our sides; drinking in the moment of our first union, kissing each other. Her tongue probed my mouth, while her hands caressed my face. I relaxed in her arms, eager to surrender to her.

Suddenly, with out warning, she rolled me over on my back and straddled me. Her face took on an impish grin as she reached behind herself and took off her bra, arching her back and proudly pushing her chest forward. As it slipped off, she gave her head a shake; her soft gold hair flowed down her back, and one side of her neck. I reached up with my hands. I wanted to feel her breasts, but she playfully slapped my hands away. With a smile, she bent over me, kissing my eyelids, exploring my earlobes with her tongue. She twined her fingers in my hair at the base of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. I could feel her desire growing in intensity, her need rising ever higher. As she kissed her way down my throat, a small moan escaped my lips. I had never felt pleasure so intense in my life.

Gingerly, she opened the front of my babydoll, exposing my breasts. Eagerly she laid herself out over me, pressing her breasts against mine, kissing me urgently. Small tremors and gasps shuddered through my body. It seemed as though I was losing control over my body. All I could do was lay there and be loved by her. Tearing her mouth from mine, she lowered her head to my breast. Lightly flicking it with her tongue, and then urgently bringing the whole nipple into her mouth. As she did this, I placed my hands behind her head and pulled her tightly against me. I felt myself spreading my legs, and arching my back, pleading with her. I was in a delirium, a feverish pitch of physical sensations stripping me of reason, leaving me only emotion and lust.

When she lowered her mouth to my most private part, I could feel her warm breath upon me. As she delicately caressed me with her tongue, my orgasms started rolling in. My body was like a raging torrent bursting forth from behind a weakened dam. Over and over, I called out Morgan's name as the waves of pleasure crashed over and through me. 

I recovered to find her lying next to me again, her face blazing with excitement and passion.

"Oh, I never knew it could be like that!" I sobbed. 

"It can be if you love that person." Morgan whispered.

Tenderly, I started caressing her, running my hands over her small frame. Scratching her back with my nails, kneading her shoulders and neck. I dribbled little kisses over her face, her eyelids, then behind her ear. I could feel her pulse quicken as my hot breath blew into her ear. Lingering on her throat, I kissed my way down from her ear to the hollow of her throat. As I moved downwards, I could feel my nipples dragging over her skin, sending small shudders through us both. Small sounds of love, tender moans escaped her lips. 

With the tips of my fingers I delicately traced her sides. Following the generous swell of her breasts and then bringing my fingertips over her stomach, subtly outlining her navel. Goosebumps sprang up on her flesh where my hands travelled. Her breasts were marvelous. They were firm and full, with exquisite coral colored nipples. The areola were puckered and crinkly, showing her excitement. Gently, I took first one nipple and then the other into my mouth. Her sighs increased in volume. She pulled me against her, her body shuddering intensely. While I was suckling at her breasts, my hands were still caressing and roaming her body. As they reached her mound, she thrust her hips upward encouraging my explorations. I slid my fingers underneath the lace thong exploring her most intimate place with my hand, feeling the coarse roughness of her hair contrasting with the slick wetness of her.

Slowly, I started kissing my way down her stomach, outlining her navel again, this time with my tongue. Short tremors raced through her body as each kiss was lovingly placed. Hesitating for a moment, I placed my head between her legs. I Pushed aside the flimsy thong, getting my first glimpse of her womanhood. Its ruddy pink interior glistened with wetness. In the candle light it seemed to be something that would take a lifetime to explore. I slipped my tongue into her flower like folds, teasing them out, and then urgently snaking my tongue as far into her as I could make it go. Her body stiffened, and her breath started coming in urgent, ragged gasps.

The taste of her nectar was subtle; her aroma was combining with all of the scents in the room inflaming me. My tongue worked its way around her clit, alternately licking and 
spearing it.

"Please, oh please. It feels so good. Oh - Kelly, I love you!" she moaned.

As her orgasm approached, I twined my arms around her thighs, pulling her to me, licking her with increased vigor until she called out over and over. As she came down from her first climax, I started lightly caressing her body, gently kneading her breast, teasing her nipple, and then tracing around her mound again. As I did this, my hand would stop and lightly rub her button, just for a second, before moving on. In less than a minute, I could sense her excitement again reaching its peak. Again, I grasped her thighs and pulled her to me, greedily taking her in my mouth, and circling her clit with my tongue. Time after time, her body shook as raw pleasure and excitement cascaded over her.

When she could take no more, I slid up next to her, laying my head upon her breast and pulling her close to me. I knew that I had never been so emotionally or physically satisfied in my life.

We spent the rest of the night, exploring her each other. We would make love, each time slower and gentler, more loving, and yet more passionate than the last. Finally, at dawn our bodies were too tired to keep up with our passions. I remember looking at her lovely face as the sun's light crept into the room, and realizing how wonderful and magical the love that we shared with each other was.

Chapter 7 - Two years later...

"Morgan, wake up." I poked her.

"Mmmph." Even in the dim light, I was struck by her beauty and how much I loved her.

"Morgan, wake up. It's time honey."

"Oh, right!" she said, coming awake quickly.

Quickly she hopped out of bed and reached for the phone.

"Momma, its Morgan. Yes, it's time. Oh thank you momma, I love you too." she said, and then she hung up the phone. Quickly she dialed another number.

"Hi mom. Yes. We're bringing Emily right over." 

"Let me go wake up Emily." she said to me, hanging up the phone.

While she woke up Emily, and got her ready to go, I reflected on the past two years. They had been the most wonderful of my life, and today was going to make it even more spectacular.

The board at FBC decided that Daniel was in need of restorative counseling before he would be fit for continued ministry and he left on sabbatical. His replacement's first sermon was a shocker, An Examination of the "Clobber Verses". Half the church walked out of that sermon, and it made the papers. But the next Sunday, there were a lot of new people, and the Sunday after that, there were even more. In six months, there were twice as many people attending as there had been. FBC changed its nature too. New ministries are sprouting up all over the place. There is now a group that helps single mothers to enter the work force, and another group that works with substance abusers. Morgan and I had a commitment ceremony in the church with the new Pastor officiating, and our parents and her ex-husband Craig came. The Children's Pastor, quit in protest over the changes and I was invited to take over the position. Taking over that role was a dream come true for me. I'm now enrolled part time in seminary, working towards becoming ordained.

Last year, Morgan and I decided to have a baby together. Emily's daddy agreed to be a sperm donor, and Emily is so excited that she's going to have a sister. Life is so good! I can't wait to see what the rest holds for us!