0 comments/ 78486 views/ 8 favorites The Preacher's Wife By: BadBuzzard This is another in a series of true-life sexual experiences that I've had over the years. I tell this tale and others with realistic language and descriptions as close to what actually happened as I can remember. I do not engage in the unrealistic, silly moaning and screaming that real people seldom engage in. This really happened. I am not relating a fantasy. If you want pure fantasy fiction, go elsewhere. * * * * * When I just out of in high school, I was very active in the youth social group in my church. In my freshman year in college, I was the president of the group which meant that I helped organized dances, field trips and other outings and meetings. I also took care of the logistics such as calling people, getting supplies from the church office, writing bulletin announcements, etc. It was in this capacity that I went to the church on a Friday afternoon after school. Since the church was usually completely vacant on Fridays, I had been given a key by the youth director so I could let myself in to get what I needed. I drove by right after school, let myself in the back door and went to the office. As I was walking by the preacher's study, I heard female voices. I was surprised to find anyone in the church and I was going to let them know I was there so I wouldn't startle them if they heard me. The door was partially open and I stuck my head in to see who was there and announce my presence. When I looked in, my heart stopped and my mouth opened without any sound. I couldn't move! On the couch with her dress pulled up to her neck and her panties pulled down to her ankles was the preacher's wife, "Gail"! Kneeling between her legs was our choir director, "Mildred" with her head planted deep in Gail's hairy pussy. I was completely flabbergasted! If you've read my other stories, you know that I was not a stranger to bi-sexual women even at 16. But I would have never imagined these two women having any sex, much less sex with each other! I mean the preacher's wife! Gail had her head back, her mouth open and her eyes closed. She had a grip on Mildred's head and was pushing it into her cunt. She was panting and moaning quietly but intensely. Mildred's tongue was fluttering like a bumblebee's wings against her partner's swollen clit. My position gave me a slightly side-oriented view and I could see Mildred doing her oral work. Mildred's panties were also around her ankles. Her top had been pulled down to her waist and her size 40DD bra was on the floor. She had enormous tits. They hung down almost to the floor and were flopping around like a basset hound's ears. I should mention that Gail was about 35 and Mildred was easily 55. Both were married with children. Gail was a very attractive blue eyed blonde with a better than average body. She had perfect tits. They were about 36C's with inch-long nipples that pointed straight out. A very untypical preacher's wife. Mildred was a dowdy overweight woman with mousy brown hair usually put up in a bun. A very typical choir director. Gail was squeezing her left breast with her left hand and holding the nipple up to her mouth so she could suck on it between gasps while Mildred was busy sucking her clit and finger fucking her cunt. I stepped back out of the door since I would have been seen if either woman had opened their eyes, but I had no intention of going anywhere. I was determined to see this incredible event through to its end. I knelt down and poked my head around the doorframe and watched. I had taken my dick out and was stroking it while I watched. Gail was quickly cumming to an organism. She was hunching her hips into Mildred's face, gritting her teeth and her moans were getting faster and higher pitched. Mildred's hand had disappeared between her own legs and she was furiously finger fucking herself. Both women were getting louder and more intense. Suddenly, Gail arched her back, let out a muffled squeal, and a shutter overtook her entire body. She just as quickly relaxed and pulled Mildred's face out of her sloppy wet pussy. She looked down at her partner, let out aloud sigh and said, "My god, Mildred, that was incredible! Where did you learn how to do that!" Mildred smiled up at her, wiped her mouth and said, "In church. Where else?" Both women laughed out loud. Mildred went on to say, "My girlfriends and I used to eat each other out in the choir loft after practice. None of us were lesbians. We liked boys like all normal girls. We had just learned a little secret; a secret that I wanted to share with you. I've wanted to eat your pussy since I first saw you." Gail said, "Well, I completely missed out on that part of church! This is the first time I've been given oral sex. I've always fantasized about it, but have never had it. I've done it to "Bob", but he's never done it to me. I've also wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a woman. Gosh, I can't believe I said "fuck". You've made me a real slut, Mildred", she said with a smile. Mildred stood up, took her dress and panties off, sat on the couch and said, "I want you to suck my pussy dry, you slutty cunt!" She took Gail in her arms and kissed her passionately. She broke the kiss and pushed Gail's head down to her huge tits and said, "Suck them, bitch! Make me cum!" The effect of Mildred's new dominance was profound. Gail started sucking on Mildred's big tits frantically. Her right hand went down to Mildred's bushy pussy and spread the lips wide. The swollen clit stuck out like a little dick. Gail took it between her thumb and forefinger and massaged it. Mildred threw her head back and started to moan and twitch. Gail then got on her knees and started finger fucking Mildred faster and faster. She rammed her entire hand up that sloppy wet cunt and fucked it like a wild dog. She slowed her hand and placed her mouth over the little dick-clit and started her tongue moving rapidly. Her fingers moved down and slipped into Mildred's asshole. That did it for Mildred! She let out a loud cry, arched her back and hissed, "Oh god, I'm cumming! Please! Fuck me! Oh god!" Her entire body shook violently. She squeezed her legs together and got Gail headlock like a Friday night wrestler. She released just as Gail started to kick loose. Both women collapsed in a heap and just giggled like two little girls while they tried to catch their breath. I had been watching in disbelief with my eyes bugging out. It was all I could do to stay at the door and just watch! My cock was aching and my breath was short. I pulled my head back around the doorframe and sat still while I tried to recover my composure. I heard Gail say softly, "That was unbelievable! I want more and more and more! But I've got to get home before Bob and the kids start to worry. I sure don't want to have to answer any questions now!" Mildred said, "I know what you mean. Howard will be wondering where I am, too. But now that we've sampled the fruit, if you know what I mean, I also want more". She reached down and took Gail's face in her hand and they kissed deeply. As they stood up and started getting dressed, I took off to the office. I got the supplies I came to get and walked as calmly as I could back down the hall. As I got to the study, Gail came out the door and almost ran me over. She let out a small shriek, put her hand over her mouth and said, "Bobby! You scared me to death!" She was completely "together" and looked just as natural as ever. She gave me her biggest smile and asked, "What are you doing here this time of day? Spying?" I stammered, "No ma'am. I'm just getting these supplies for the youth dance signs. I'm sorry if I startled you, but I thought I was alone. You gave me quite a fright yourself." She said, "I guess we're even then. Mildred and I were just going over Sunday's program and were just leaving, "Weren't we Mildred?" "You bet." Mildred called out from the study. I left the building, drove home and jacked off until I almost blew out the ceiling. The Preacher's Wife Once a year, when a beautiful Indian summer day arrives, I grab my gold pan and head for Brushy Fork Creek. The gold that I find there is always high quality but there is never enough to justifies the work. At the end of the day, my typical reward is a handful of lead buckshot, some fools gold, a few rough garnets, and yes, a few flakes of real gold. The solitude, crystal clear water, and colorful leaves, are the real riches found on these days. I was up with the sunrise, and after stuffing my pack with some snacks and supplies, I was out the door. On the way to the creek, I stopped for breakfast at the local Burger King. The Sunday morning church crowd doesn’t show up until later so the restaurant was fairly empty. I occasionally write short stories and have fun trying to get them published. Today I had the Writer’s Guide on the table next to me hoping to find a new outlet for my work. I was making a few notes for my next story as I was wolfed down my sausage and biscuit sandwich. I really wasn’t paying attention to the people passing by until I heard the voice of a women ask, “Are you a writer?” I looked up and briefly studied the young woman standing at the end of my table. “I write occasionally, but lately, I have been learning to thrive on rejection letters,” I said jokingly. She continued to linger at the end of my table as if there was something else that she wanted to say; finally she asked, “What type of writing do you do?” Now was my opportunity to scare her away so I looked her in the eye and boldly said, “Currently, I have been writing erotica.” Something changed in her expression and after a moment she dropped her eyes and said, “Sometimes I write stories too.” Well, I hadn’t scared her away so I extended an invitation, “You are welcome to have a seat if you like.” She set her coffee on the table and slid into the seat across from me. I put out my hand and said, “ My name is Josh.” She shook my hand and replied, “I’m Ann, nice to meet you Josh.” She was about five and a half feet tall. Her auburn hair was cut just above the shoulder; she had a nice smile, lush lips, and green eyes. Even though she carried a few extra pounds, she had chosen tight fitting clothing to accent her waist. “Well Ann, tell me about your stories.” She shyly looked down and said, “They are romance stories,” and then added, “I don’t think they’re too good.” While I wrote my e-mail address on a napkin, I said, “Maybe you can share one with me sometime.” Ann smiled and accepted the napkin when I handed it to her. I try to be a good listener and from the mouths of very ordinary people I have heard some truly amazing stories. Ann seemed like she wanted to talk, and I thought she might have a good story if I could coax it from her, so I asked a few leading questions. “Do you live around here? She replied, “Yes, I live about 15 minutes from here.” I was looking at her wedding ring as I asked, “What do you like to do for fun?” She said, “Not too much these days.” There was a moment of silence and then as I had hoped, she began to open up. “I was raised on a farm in a conservative and very religious family. All of the women in our community wear ankle length skirts and conservative blouses. None of the women cut their hair. Dancing, alcohol, smoking, and even caffeine are prohibited. I have never tried cigarettes or alcohol.” She began digging around in her purse as she continued her story. “When I was twenty-five I met my husband, John. He was a young preacher, a couple of years older than I was, and of the same faith as my family. He often had dinner with my family and my parents were elated that a preacher had taken an interest in their daughter. My parents arranged my marriage to John and within four months we were married. Since birth control is prohibited by our faith, three children came along quickly. As long as I have known my husband, he has been consumed with doing the Lord’s work. He is always busy coordinating activities for the youth group, organizing missionary fund raising events, and attending to the general business of the church. Now seven years have passed, I am thirty-two and it seems that there is even less time for my husband and me. The kids keep me busy night and day.” Finally, she pulled a creased photo from her purse and laid it on the table. It was a photo of an overweight woman with long hair and an ankle-length skirt. She was hanging clothes on a clothesline and had three small children at her feet. “This is my picture from a year ago,” she said. Suddenly, I understood the personal journey that Ann was making. She sat before me, fashionably dressed, wearing make up and had her hair stylishly cut. I could see that she was proud of the shapely figure that she was regaining. I had to admire her courage and I also had to wonder about the personal cost required in this proclamation of freedom. “Wow! You have really come a long way. What was the turning point for these changes in your life?” She picked up the photo and put it back in her purse. After a moment she said, “ I would prefer not to discuss it here, maybe we could go somewhere a little more private to talk.” “Ok, we could go to my car if you want.” “I would rather be in my own minivan,” she said. She had her coffee topped up and we walked out the door. Her van was parked in the far corner of the lot away from any other cars. I opened the passenger door and moved a few toys from the floor so that I could get in. Once the doors were closed, we sat for a moment just looking at each other, wondering where this might lead. Ann began to speak, “One Sunday morning while my husband was preaching at church, I put the kids into the church nursery and I sneaked out to this Burger King. I had my first coffee. It felt so nice to have a little private time and to do something special, just for myself. I returned to church in time to get the kids and greet my husband after the service. He never even missed me. The fact that it was prohibited made my little coffee break seem exciting and soon I did it every Sunday. One Sunday, as I was coming in the front door, I noticed a passing trucker who had stopped for breakfast. He jumped down from the cab of his truck and happened to get in line directly behind me. He was good-looking and a little younger than I was. He made some small talk with me and then said, “I am not normally this bold but in this light your green eyes really have depth to them.” “This was the first attention that a man had shown in me for years.” I must have blushed and he said, “Surely, you have heard that before.” I didn’t know how to respond and finally changed the subject by saying, “It must be interesting to travel all over the country.” “He said that he had kept a picture portfolio of some of the most interesting spots that he had visited. He invited me to tour the inside of his truck and look at his photo album. I suspected that he had more on his mind than just a tour, but I also figured a cup of hot coffee would back him off if he scared me. He bought his food and paid for my coffee as well. He held my hand and steadied my leg as I stepped up into the truck. I got to sit in the driver’s seat and he showed me how the CB radio worked. He said that the photo album was in the sleeper. When I followed him back to the sleeper, he took my hand, turned, and kissed me on the cheek. “He said, “I have been away from home for a long time and I am hungry for a woman.” “His second kiss was on my lips, long and sweet. I seemed to have no defenses against this young Casanova. He took the coffee cup from my hand and set it off to the side, then guided me back onto the bed and into a pile of pillows. I was filled with a strange mixture of desire and guilt but his kiss still lingered on my lips and I didn’t want that good feeling to stop. He wasted no time getting my skirt rolled up. He kissed his way up my thigh and ended up nuzzling his nose into my underpants. I felt his lips gently bite my swelling clit through the fabric. Soon, I knew I wanted more. I raised my hips up for him to pull off my underwear. He tossed them aside and knelt down between my legs. He kissed my mons and as he moved a little lower, I felt his hot breath on my sex. For the first time in my life I felt a tongue slowly caressing my vagina. “You taste fantastic,” he said, putting my mind at ease. “I just lay there, mesmerized by the new sensations that he brought to my body. It felt so good.” He raised his head up from between my legs and asked, “Do you like what my tongue is doing?” “Yes, very much,” I stammered. “He then slid two fingers deep into my sopping vagina and with his palm turned up, started massaging a spot on the backside of my pubis. He moved his fingers in little circles. He laid his other hand on my lower stomach, just over the fingers that were inside me. He pressed down as if he was trying to get his two hands to meet. He lowered his head and his hot tongue found my engorged clit. Between the massage and his tongue, I had never felt such pleasure! I felt my insides turn to water, my heart was pounding and I was half-hyperventilated. My legs started shaking as the strongest orgasm that I have ever experienced exploded in my vagina. Crying and laughing at the same time; my senses were completely overwhelmed! I had never been so alive! My husband may have broken my hymen but that trucker was the man who really took my virginity. I kind of passed out for a moment and when I started to regain my composure, I came up on my elbows and was embarrassed to see a large wet spot on the bed between my legs. I was afraid he thought that I had peed on his bed, even though I knew that I hadn’t. He gently pushed me back into the pillows. Slowly he unbuttoned my blouse, unsnapped my bra, and cupped his hands around my breasts. When he brought his face close to mine, I noticed that both his beard and the front of his shirt were wet. He gave me another long slow kiss and I tasted my own juices on his lips. In a husky voice he said,“ I want to make love to you.” “I looked down at the bulge in his pants. I just shook my head no. I felt obligated to somehow return the favor but I wasn’t ready to totally violate my marriage vows.” “This time he didn’t ask. He sat down on the bed and pulled his thick cock from his pants. He pulled my head to within an inch of his dick and held it there. I found his musky scent primitive and erotic. I knew what he wanted, but I had never sucked a dick. My husband had always acted disgusted when oral sex was mentioned. I gently took his dick in my hand. I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked the salt from his foreskin. When it was clean, I slid my mouth over the head. I began to move my mouth up and down trying to make it feel like a vagina for him.” He wrapped his fingers into my hair and said, “Ahh…Wow! That feels awesome.” “Instinct took over. My whole world now was that hard cock that filled my mouth. Serving a man in this way somehow gave me a primal satisfaction; his moans assuring me that I was answering his needs. I don’t know how long I sucked his dick, but when he started moving his hips, I knew he was about to cum. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and continued to stroke him with just my hand. He closed his eyes, his head went back, and a look of rapture washed over his face. His hips convulsed and an unrestrained gasp of pleasure came from his lips. He shot four waves of semen straight up into the air! It came down and glazed my hand like a donut. When he quieted down, I let go of his dick and used the corner of the sheet to clean up the semen. Then I lay down next to him and we cuddled for a while.” When he began to talk, he said, “I have never been with a woman who got so wet! When you ejaculated all over my face, it was phenomenal! It shot right into my mouth; I almost choked! I have only seen a woman squirt like that in a porno flick and your blowjob had me in heaven too! Thank you for everything.” “His kind words really made me feel appreciated and special, and now I understood the wet spot. It was the first time that I had squirted. My husband never takes that kind of time with me. He comes to me once a week, kisses me three or four times, motions for me to lay down on my back and screws me. When he gets close to coming, he, “pulls and prays,” letting his semen land in the sheets. Sometimes when he is screwing me, I watch the clock out of the corner of my eye. He cums so fast that I secretly call him, “the minute man.” When he is finished, he gets up, often without a word, and returns to his Bible. We always do it on my side of the bed because he doesn’t want to sleep in the wet spot and he won’t clean up the mess. For a while, I felt guilty about my indiscretion. I quit my Sunday morning visits to Burger King, but the memory was so strong that after a month, I started coming back. God, how I had hoped for that trucker to return and treat me like that again! This time, I would let him do what ever her wanted to me!” “So Josh, you had asked me what the turning point was for the changes in my life, and now you know. That experience taught me that something really good was missing from my life.” Well, after a story like that, I was seriously turned on and wishing that I was a trucker. I now saw Ann in a new and beautiful light, no longer just a passing face in a crowd, but a hot woman with unfulfilled desires, and I shared her secret. I looked at her eyes to see if she was interested, but her eyes were already locked onto the bulge in my jeans. Ann nervously laid her hand on my leg and without looking up she said, “Josh, I will give you a blow job if you want one.” I replied, “Ann, could any man refuse that offer, especially after a story like that? Let’s move to the bench seat in the back.” Luckily, during the course of Ann’s lusty tale, the windows had gradually fogged up, so we had some privacy. I got my belt loose and my pants down to my knees. I lay across the bench lengthwise, keeping my head up to look around so we wouldn’t get busted. Ann got on her knees and took my dick into her hand. I felt her warm moist lips engulf the head. She kept her hand moving in time with her bobbing head. Saliva flowed from her mouth lubricating her hand, and in that way, extended the feeling of her mouth all the way to the base of my dick. Ann was also swirling her tongue around the head while simultaneously trying to suck the cum out of my rock hard cock. Oh yea, I felt like a king! I quickly had the first tingles of orgasm in the depths of my groin, but I wanted to stretch our time out a little longer, so I pulled her head back and said, “I want to see your breasts.” She straightened up and peeled her tight shirt off over her head. I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, getting my first look at those big luscious breasts. Her nipples were still flat and compressed from her bra so I lowered my mouth to the first nipple, locked my lips over it in a vacuum seal, and sucked the life back into it. I swirled my tongue around on that nipple just like she had done to my dick. After I had it standing hard and proud, I gave the other nipple the same treatment. I moved my mouth back to her lips and we got lost in a long, hot tongue kiss. At the same time, I teased one nipple by rolling it between my fingers, and began to entertain her crotch with my other hand. I said, “Ann, I have a rubber in my wallet. I want to make love to you.” As she contemplated my request, I continued to rub her crotch and I kissed my way down along the side of her neck. When I felt her shiver, and goose bumps rose up under my lips, I knew she was mine. She turned her head, grabbed my ear with her teeth and then whispered, “Please, yes, but where?” I pointed to the entrance area by the side door and said, “Right there, doggy style.” Ann turned her back to me, unsnapped the front of her pants, and with my help from behind, we wiggled her tight jeans and her already damp underpants down to her knees. She bent forward on her hands and knees. I took a moment to study her vagina; intentionally making her wait and letting her anticipation grow. I was surprised to see that she had shaved her pubic hair. She had small lips and a medium sized clit. Her hunger was showing. A drop of girl juice running from her glistening vagina was the perfect invitation to get lost in the pleasures she offered. I rolled on the condom, laid the head of my dick against her hot opening and leaned into her, steadily, slowly, burying myself to the hilt. Ann moaned loudly as the last inch filled her up. Her cunt gripped my cock like it was my own hand. She threw hair back and quickly started slamming her hips back into me, taking my cock as deep and hard as she could. Her pent up desire drove her like a machine, milking my dick for all it was worth. For a moment, I mentally stepped back and looked at this scene. I was in a fogged up van, in a Burger King parking lot, on a Sunday morning. Ann’s husband was probably in the middle of a sermon, preaching the evils of fornication, while his wife was screwing my brains out! It was all too much! I was snapped back into the moment when I heard Ann whisper quietly to herself, “Thank you, God, Thank you.” Watching my cock driving again and again into that plump ass was incredible! I did not last long. My balls tighten up, the energy gathered, and like a bursting dam, the orgasm cascaded through my body. Ann matched my stifled scream as we abandoned ourselves to pure pleasure. I held her hips tightly against me until the last of the orgasm had subsided and then I fell back onto my haunches. I just sat there, still reeling from the rush, watching my well-used cock slowly deflate. Ann turned around and slowly peeled the rubber off for me. I couldn’t believe it when she leaned forward and used her tongue to clean every last drop of cum from my now sensitive dick. Our eyes met, she licked her lips, and then smiled in a peaceful satisfied way. It was the same sweet smile that I remembered seeing on the Mona Lisa! Ann glanced at her wristwatch and said, “ I am getting late. I need to be out of here in five minutes.” As we quickly composed ourselves, she said,” Josh, that’s a nice dick you have.” I told her, “You’re so tight that I can’t believe that you’ve had three children.” I gave her a quick hug and kiss. I slid out the side door and said, “It was a pleasure meeting you Ann; hang on to that e-mail address!” The next day, I was surprised to find my inbox stuffed with twenty-eight stories that Ann had written. I wondered what I had unleashed! Ann’s stories were short but I could feel her hunger, passion, and desires. She wrote of being romanced on the dance floor, giving head under a restaurant table, and the nuances of pleasuring another woman. The story of her being shackled and forced to please her partners intrigued me the most. The term, “Sunday Morning Service,” now has a new meaning for me! Ann finds a hot cup of coffee waiting for her at my apartment every Sunday morning. She comes to forget that she is the preacher’s wife and abandons herself to her deepest sexual desires. She is the wettest woman I have ever met, dripping from the first kiss to the last. Maybe I didn’t find the gold that I was looking for on that lovely fall morning but I have felt a whole lot richer ever since I met this little lover. The Preacher's Wife Four fucking years of college and here I am pounding on some dumb preacher's door in the rain, waiting to be let in to work as a minimum-wage handyman. The American Dream, my ass! Am I in a good mood, or what? My first appointment canceled without warning, my truck had a flat tire on the way here, my student loan is due this coming Monday and I don't have enough money in the bank to cover it. Not to say anything about being soaking wet from changing the tire and standing here waiting for the damn door to open. Could it get any worse? The door opened slightly, the woman peeking out suspiciously. I fish in my pocket and hand her a damp and crumpled business card. "I'm Jeff, the handyman your husband hired," I blurt out. "Sorry I didn't call to tell you I'd be early—my cell phone died. Hope it's alright." The woman moves back hesitantly, indicating it might be okay if I come in out of the rain. (Jeeze, thanks, lady, hope I haven't ruined your day.) I step in, banging my toolbox painfully against my leg and stand dripping on her carpet. She still hasn't said a word as I try to shrug off my soaked jacket and look around for a place to hang it. Pushing my wet hair back on my forehead and out of my eyes I take a good look at her for the first time. She's looking slightly flustered and I quickly notice why. She's wearing only soft, shapeless pajama bottoms with a thin, white tee-shirt and it's obvious that she hasn't gotten around to putting on a bra. I'm not sure, but I'd bet there's nothing beneath the pjs either. I look at her face and see that she's blushing and I quickly realize I've been staring at her breasts. I smile apologetically and hold out my hand. "Like I said, my name's Jeff. I assume it's your husband that I talked to yesterday about doing some work for you." "Oh yes, he told me you'd be coming by later today, but I was expecting you in the afternoon. My name's Cyndi, by the way—that's Cyndi with a 'y' and 'i'. Here, let me take your coat." She still looked a bit embarrassed but she smiled warmly as she took it to the entry closet. As she was hanging it up I looked her over more carefully. She looked even nicer this time . . . very, very nice indeed. She had long, slender legs and the way the material hung on her I could tell she had a really sweet ass. Love that static cling, baby! Her hair was still damp and shiny from her shower, the soft curls hanging nicely half-way down her back, and a light, fruity perfume lingering from her shampoo. She turned around and caught me looking again, only this time it doesn't seem to bother her as much. "You look drowned; can I get you a cup of coffee to warm you up before you get started? I was just getting ready to pour myself another cup." "That'd be great!" I follow her into the kitchen and watch as she takes down a mug for me and fills it and then hers. I sit my damp ass on the barstool and watch as she nervously wipes the counter, even though it looks spotless. She reaches for the sugar bowl and silently pushes it toward me then opens the refrigerator and takes out a carton of half-and-half. "Cream?" she asks. I rarely take cream but I quickly nod, enjoying the slight jiggling movement of her breasts as she walks toward me, holding the cream out before her. She notices me staring at her again and flushes slightly, but not unhappy at being looked at. This is one really attractive woman! "I haven't cleaned out my closet where I want you to build the shelves," she says so softly I can hardly hear her. "I was going to do that this morning. My husband has really been nagging me to get it better organized." "No problem," I answer, "We gotta keep the boss happy. I'll give you a hand." I smile and wink at her. "No extra charge." My wink is spontaneous and playful and she smiles back, not seeming to be offended in the least. We finish our coffee, making small talk and getting a little better acquainted with each other. I learn her real name is Cynthia, not Cyndi and she has only been married for a year. "May I call you 'Cyn??" I tease, leaving it up to her to guess at my spelling. "Only seems appropriate for a preacher's wife to be known as Sin." She chuckles good humoredly with my attempt at humor, obviously enjoying our light banter. "I'm afraid there's not much 'sin' in this marriage," she says softly. "I'm a preacher's wife, remember . . . "perfect" just like I'm supposed to be." She looks down at her cup and for a moment it seems like she's going to say something more, but instead jumps up and grabs the coffee cups and puts them in the sink. With her back to me I can't tell for sure, but I think she looks sad, and definitely lonely. "I think we'd better get started, don't you?" It sounds a little forced, but she tries to be chipper again and quickly rinses the cups and leaves them on the drain board. "I'll go get changed and make myself presentable, and then I'll show you what I need." "Please don't change on my account," I tell her. I jump up quickly and start to follow her, hoping to distract her from changing. "I think you look perfect just the way you're dressed—and I love the fact that you don't look like a preacher's wife." She hesitates a moment, then turns toward the bedroom. "Definitely not like a preacher's wife," I murmur. This time there's no doubt she blushes, but she looks pleased, too. "Thanks, it's kinda nice to be appreciated again," she whispers. She leads me into the bedroom to the closet that needs the work. It's big, but seriously overflowing, with clothes hanging crammed together so tightly the sliding doors are unable to close, boxes piled along both ends and shoes lining the entire floor. "Wow," I whistle. "I detect we might have a clothes-horse problem here." "My one vice," she giggles good-naturedly. "Now you can see why I need it re-modeled." "I'll get to the 'one-vice' crack later," I teased, "but meantime let's see what we have to work with when this is all emptied out." I start moving the boxes to the other side of the room while she gathers up the shoes, not seeming to notice the way my eyes are roaming all over her body as she works. Every time she bends over I'm treated to a delightful view of her bottom, the soft material drawing deeply into the crack of her ass. And naturally, I position myself close enough so that when she turns around I'm also afforded a quick glance down the loose neck of her tee-shirt, her cleavage visible almost to the edge of her nipples. I can't tell if she notices what I'm doing and I try to not make my peeking too obvious. We move all the clothes on hangers to the bed and dump them in two loose piles, a few business suits, jackets and robes in one and dresses in another. I can't help but notice how short the skirts and dresses seem to be, and the obvious 'party' look that most have. We return to the empty closet to discuss how she wants it re-modeled and it's obvious that even if I build shelves the full length above the rod; she'll still have too much stuff for the space. I sit down on the floor and begin to sketch out a rough drawing of how making it as efficient as possible would look, but it's obvious it still wouldn't hold all her clothes. I glance up as I'm sketching and catch her looking at me, a strange look in her eyes. "Something's gotta give, Cyn. As the old saying goes, you're trying to put 10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag." She laughs good-naturedly when I quickly try to apologize for my profanity. She walks over and sits down beside me on the floor, her arm brushing softly against mine as she takes the drawing from my hand to study it carefully. She is so close I can smell her hair again, it's fruity perfume almost intoxicating me. I can feel an erection begin to pulse rhythmically to life and look down to see if she can notice it growing under my snug jeans. I shift slightly toward her to point out something on the drawing, my leg 'innocently' coming into contact against hers. I'm acutely aware that she does not pull away. "Do you really need all this stuff?" I ask her. "You know, they say if you don't wear something in a year you'll probably never wear it again." "I suppose I really should get rid of some," she says softly. My husband doesn't want me to wear a lot of them anyway. When we first met he liked me to dress pretty hot, but now he thinks some are a bit too risqué for a preacher's wife." She got a naughty look on her face and grinned. "And I guess he's right—most of the dresses I had before we married aren't exactly what you'd call conservative." I smiled back at her and winked again. "Actually, I'd call some of them pretty damn sexy, especially that little blue lace dress there we just put on the bed." Cyn blushed again but looked pleased that I'd noticed. She slowly nodded her head. "I haven't been a preacher's wife all my life, you know." She took a deep breath like she was reminiscing. "I used to enjoy dressing sexy but he doesn't approve now that we're married." She looked sad as she continued. "He's gotten so puritanical lately. Hell, he hardly even looks at me anymore. Guess I just have to learn to swallow my instincts and play out his role." "Clothes don't make the woman, Cyn. You still look hot, whatever role he wants you to play and whatever clothes you wear" I let my eyes roam over her, deliberately focusing on how puckered up and noticeable her nipples have become. "I can hardly keep my eyes off you, even in an old tee-shirt like this." When she doesn't respond, I increase the pressure against her leg slightly. She seems to meet my pressure slightly with her own, her breathing becoming a bit ragged. Her face is more flushed when she glances down at her breasts and realizes just how obvious they've become. I lean closer, our arms warm and intimate between us. "I . . . I guess I should probably put on something more modest," she whispers. "Don't you dare," I respond. "You're absolutely beautiful." I reach toward her, very slowly and very deliberately. Her eyes follow my hands intently and she watches without moving away as I let the backs of my fingers brush ever-so-softly over her nipple. A sharp intake of breath greets my fingers, but she doesn't pull away. "I . . . you . . . we . . . we shouldn't," she whispers. I gently turn my hand over and ever-so-lightly cup her breast. I can feel her heartbeat as it rises rhythmically into my palm with each breath. She reaches up and covers my hand with hers as though to remove it, but instead she slowly entwines her fingers through mine and increases the pressure slightly. I begin to gently caress her breast, feeling the nipple jutting into my palm. She squeezes it between her fingers and mine, rolling and pulling it firmly, increasing the pressure until a low, guttural moan escapes her throat. She turns her body toward mine and lifts her face expectantly, her eyes closed and her mouth dropping slightly open. There's no doubt either of her arousal or any hesitation left on my part. She wants this to continue as much as I do. I lean down and place my lips over hers, slipping my tongue tentatively into her mouth without so much as a preliminary kiss. She responds by hungrily sucking it in and moving hers against it as she begins to moan again. She tastes divine. Our tongues lock into a delightful battle to see which can explore deeper in the other's mouth. We kiss for what seems like hours, both still kneading her breast, still pulling and squeezing her nipple. I move our hands down her stomach and slip them under the hem of her tee shirt to make contact for the first time with her bare skin. It's warm and inviting and feels like silk as I slide our still entwined fingers back up to caress her firm breasts. She obviously loves the feel of herself as her fingers hungrily lead mine in a frenzied dance back and forth from one to the other. As much as I love caressing her breasts I can wait no longer. I lock our hands together again and slide them down and under her pajama waistband. When I meet the soft curls of her pubic hair, her legs fall open automatically and leave no doubt as to how welcome they are. I release the pressure of our locked fingers to see if she will pull away or stop my intended course. I can immediately tell there's no reason to hesitate—she squeezes my hand and rides it lower, pressing my palm firmly against her pubic bone and guiding my fingers over her damp slit. I can't believe how warm and wet she is and how easily my middle finger slides inside her swollen lips. "Oh fuck," she moans softly. With two of her own fingers she pushes mine deeper, obviously no strangers to the craving of her body. Her hips begin to rock and thrust wildly up against our hands, fucking herself in a hungry search for release. With my other hand I quickly undo my belt buckle and jerk the metal buttons of my 501's open, glad I'm not wearing underwear so that my engorged cock can spring up freely. I hold my fingers stiffly inside her as she begins to circle and press her clit, her hips rocking harder and faster. Still kissing me, she reaches blindly over with her other hand and grabs my cock, squeezing and pumping it in perfect time with her rocking hips. Her orgasm building, she suddenly lurches away to franticly jerk her pajamas off and climb over to straddle my legs. She holds my cock at the mouth of her cunt for a brief moment rubbing it back and forth to spread her juices over me before taking a deep breath and lowering herself, and I sink deep inside her in one smooth motion. She wraps her arms around my neck and buries her face in my chest, suddenly freezing the motion of her ass and pinning down my attempt to thrust up into her. "Wait . . . " she gasps. "Just a moment." She sits motionless, her full weight balanced between our crotches. She stays frozen on me for what seems like hours and then slowly, almost imperceptibly, she begins to move her hips. My cock remains locked inside her, our pubic bones grinding against each other. She rocks back and forth, her speed gradually increasing until I can stand it no more and grab her ass cheeks and lift her enough so I can thrust in and out of her slippery cunt. She sighs deeply, her voice guttural and strained. "Yes, yes," she moans and abandons any attempt to control the tempo, her grasping, pumping motion meeting my every thrust. We start to fuck wildly, no longer making love. We hump like animals, our breath coming in tortured gasps. Our sweat flies off in every direction and loud, unrecognizable noises nearly drown out the sloppy, slapping sounds of our bodies pounding against each other. There is no longer any pretense of niceties, no attempt to cum at the same time— just wild, selfish, lust-filled and uncontrolled fucking. She cries out and collapses on me, totally spent from her orgasm. I hold her tightly against me, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I can feel my cum drip out and flow over my balls as my cock remains buried inside her, still hard enough to start again but so painfully sensitive I secretly hope she doesn't want to. I reach up and grasp her hair, gently pulling to tilt her head back until I can see her. Her eyes are closed, a look of total satisfaction on her face. I lean forward and kiss both of her eyelids, her nose, and the corners of her mouth. She smiles dreamily and kisses me lightly on my mouth, her lips moist and soft. She reaches around my back and hugs me to her, flattening her breasts against my chest. Her nipples are soft now, as relaxed and fulfilled as the rest of her. "That was awesome, Cyn," I whispered into her ear. "You are absolutely, unbelievably fantastic. Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?" She hesitated a long time before answering, but joy was evident in her voice. "I told you I wasn't always a preacher's wife," she giggled. The Preacher's Wife When the young and ambitious Continental Congress of the United States signed the Northwestern Treaty in 1787, it opened up the lands west of the Ohio and Allegheny rivers to homesteading. The original thirteen colonies had felt the need to expand beyond the eastern coastal area, into the unexplored western lands. By boat or by land, settlers arrived at a small river town on the banks of the Ohio called Marietta. The tiny outpost would grow through out the next few years to become known as the "Gateway to the Northwest". In 1788, it was a few hastily built log cabins along the river bank, providing shelter for the 48 men of the Ohio Company of Associates. The small village grew as more settlers arrived to outfit for the trip inland and up the Muskingum River into the heart of the rolling hills west of the big river. The white settlers considered the land to be raw and unexplored, but in that fact they were completely mistaken, for when Harman Blennerhausett arrived in 1798 to purchase his island paradise and build his mansion upon its soil, inhabitants had already been there for nine thousand years. Blennerhausett's Island itself had been used by water going groups of humans as early as 8000 B.C. These people left little to acknowledge their existence, save a few shards of crude pottery and stone tools. The next group to leave their mark was the Adena, who occupied the area around the future site of Marietta from about 800 B.C. to somewhere around 100 A.D. The Adenas are notable in that they built large mounds of earth to house the remains of their dead. For reasons quite unknown in this day, the Adena were replaced by other tribes of Native Americans, notably the Shawnee and the Iroquois. The old story tellers of these tribes would set around the campfires and tell the story of the O'cu'aka or whatever name they gave to the thing that visited the hills of the area. Whatever the name, the translation was always the same, "The Winged Demon That Lays With Our Women". Constance McCullough found the bawdy river town to be wild beyond belief. The wellborn daughter of a New England businessman, she was used to finer attire and accommodations than she was experiencing in the mostly unsettled western lands. Rivermen tied their barges at the wharf and found their way to the inns and taverns of Marietta and into the arms of the ladies of pleasure that worked in the tiny town. The roaring laughter and sounds of sex could be heard at all hours of the day and night down next to the river. Constance avoided this part of town whenever she could, preferring to stay around the church that her husband, Marcellus had founded only a few months before. Located a short distance up the Muskingum, the church, and farms that lay around it, were a far cry from the rowdy town on the river, where the men and women did that vile thing that men and women did with their clothes off. Constance had little experience with sex, even though she had been married almost a year. She had never seen her husband's nakedness, only felt the hard thing below his waist on a few occasions. The first was on their wedding night, when the pain had been almost unbearable. Good wife that she was, Constance had silently let him finish. Truth be known, the entire act took five minutes. The good preacher was as inexperienced as his good wife and did not know that she was not ready to receive him into her body. Nearly three months passed before Constance once again allowed her husband use of her body to satisfy his lust. The second time was less painful, but no more pleasurable for her. Constance had been hoping for a quick pregnancy, so her husband would stop his amorous use of her. Constance was a tall woman, lean of leg and heavy of breast. She had wide hips, good for child birthing, her mother had said. The comment, although well meant, sent a chill through Constance's body. She knew well what getting pregnant meant. She had seen her father doing that thing to her mother. They had thought that she was going to a friend's house one day back in her home town. She had returned home early to find the door ajar and went into the dark interior of the comfortable little house. A noise from her parents' room drew her attention. Curious as to the source of the sound, the young girl tiptoed down the short hallway to the opening into her mother and father's bedroom. There she saw her father, Oliver, naked and on top of her mother, who was laying on her back with her big billowing skirts pulled up around her waist. Oliver Wendelcome had his face buried in a pillow as he humped up and down between his wife's open thighs. Mary Wendelcome bit her lip and stared at the ceiling, anxious for her husband to finish. Constance, undetected, watched as her mother held her husbands head down tightly while tears formed in her eyes. Constance backed away from the doorway and staggered outside into the bright sunshine. She found herself gasping for breath and soon burst into tears at the horror of what she had witnessed. Although young at the time, Constance never forgot the look on her mother's face that day, and swore she would only tolerate the act for the purpose of producing offspring. Constance Wendelcome met the young preacher who would become her husband in the spring of 1791. Marcellus McCullough was a tall man, one of the tallest Constance had ever seen. He rivaled in height the great General Washington, whom Constance had met on a business trip to Virginia with her father some years earlier. Marcellus was a guest of the Reverend Thomas Johannsen of Boston and had spoken at a church meeting about the need for good men and women to fight for souls in the newly opened territories to the west. He spoke with a great passion, and with fiery oratory, won the hearts of his congregation. His fire and passion also stirred the young woman, Constance. Later, at dinner, they had a wonderful conversation in which Marcellus told Constance of his plan to settle in the Ohio River Valley, start and pastor a church and win souls. Constance listened as he described the area around the new settlement of Marietta. His vivid account of the men and the life they led intrigued the young lady for hours. When they parted, Marcellus asked Constance's father for permission to call on his daughter. Oliver Wendelcome was indignant to the point of anger that his only daughter would take up with a wild eyed young man with no real job to support a family, as is normal for a father to do. As is normal for a daughter, Constance chose to see the young preacher on the sly, stealing brief moments with him as often as she could. They hid the encounters from Constance's father and mother. In the late summer of that same year of 1791, the two lovers eloped, sneaking away in the midday, when Oliver Wendelcome was at work and Mrs. Wendelcome had left to see a friend. The two stopped at the next village to the west and found a preacher who was willing to marry the runaway pair. Pronounced husband and wife, they took a room in a local inn. In the darkness of the room, Constance faced her fear of sex bravely. They kissed briefly and awkwardly. Marcellus waited patiently as Constance changed into her nightgown, actually a thick, heavy robe that concealed her figure completely. Upon seeing his bride in this state of undress, Marcellus was inflamed with passion. He quickly removed his trousers, exposing the bulge in his underwear caused by his rigid tool. Blowing out the lamp at the bedside, he rolled over to take his wife in arms. In seconds, he was on top of her, pulling the robe apart in the front to allow access to her. Her legs parted only slightly at first. Marcellus forced one leg between her thighs, then the second one. His weight forced her to open herself for him. His cock head touched the dryness of her vagina lips and he began to push hard against her. In his inexperience, he did not realize that she was not aroused or lubricated enough to permit comfortable intercourse. Being the good wife that she intended to be, Constance bit down on her lip to stifle a scream. As the hard penis forced its way past her maidenhead, the blood from her bitten lip was similar to the blood that was weeping from her lower opening. The torn hymen served to provide a little lubrication for the penetrating cock of her husband. Marcellus finally had his length in Constance's vagina. Clutched by her tight twat, he made a small number of thrusts before he came in her. His nose went stuffy and he thought that he was going to blackout as the orgasm came upon him. Constance felt the hot, slimy semen erupt into her tortured pussy and knew the act was complete. She enjoyed the hugs and kisses that she received for her husband, who held her tightly until sleep overtook them The following weeks were spent traveling across country to the settlement of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. From there, they would embark on a barge that would ferry them down river to the little frontier town of Marietta. The harsh conditions of the trip were quite exhausting for Constance. Worn and tired when they arrived at Pittsburgh, she looked forward to the boat ride down river. After the hardships of the overland trip, the flatboat was quite luxurious, even though it was crowded and smelled bad. Constance was oblivious to the stares of the crewmen as she and Marcellus would remain on the rail of the boat as it floated down the Ohio. the powerful river current swept the clumsy craft down stream at a steady rate. At night, they tied up along the bank, for the dangers of travel at night were worse than the danger of being close to the banks, Only once during the trip were they attacked by hostiles. A small band of Iroquois, perhaps drunk on cheap trade whiskey, approached the barge in a canoe. Whooping war cries gave good advance notice and the muzzle loaders of the rivermen filed the canoe and the bodies of it's occupants with lead balls. Constance fell ill as a result of witnessing the carnage and spent the remainder of the day in the small cabin of the boat. Arriving in Marietta, the McCulloughs were immediately shown to the Farmers Stockade. Tall log walls surrounded the outpost, giving security from attack. Marcellus was introduced to the important members of the society, who pledged financial support for the building of a church. What few women were present in town pressed Constance for fashion news from Boston. Mugs of hard cider were passed around and Constance had her first taste of alcohol. The cool liquid went down easy. she was parched form the journey and the drink had an almost immediate effect on her. The fatigue and wear of the last two months hit her like a mule's kick. One of the ladies, Ginny McConnell, helped Constance upstairs to the room that she and Marcellus would share until their house and church could be constructed. A very tired Constance slept for the next twenty four hours, a sleep filled with dreams of a tall, dark figure with glowing red eyes that seemed to be searching for her. Marcellus McCullough, with an ample amount of the hard cider in his belly was taken on a tour of the village by two of the senior members of the colony. Thomas Hocking and Wayne Randall, both hard living outdoorsmen, were both prone to drink, sometimes to excess. The three men found their way down to the rough little street on the river bank where the taverns were. Drink after drink went down the throats of the men. Marcellus, not used to drinking liquor, soon was very drunk. Staggering and giddy, he followed his new found friends' example, fisting tankards of drink and pouring them down. Lacey, one of the tavern wenches, coming over to share a drink with them, asked who the good looking stranger was. Thomas told her that this was the new preacher and he and Wayne were going to give him a good a proper welcome to the community. Lacey looked him over and asked if she could help welcome him. Wayne Randall produced a few copper coins from his money belt and told her that would be a great thing. Lacey made the coins disappear into her ample bosom. She slid on to the surprised preacher's lap, throwing her arms about his neck. Too drunk to put up a fight, Marcellus found the unexpected presence of a woman in his arms not all that objectionable. She kissed him full on the lips, fire leaping through his body at her touch. Her hands roamed across his chest, opening his shirt, then, her mouth descended to his neck and chest. Moving slightly on his lap, Lacey worked her hand down Marcellus' stomach to his crotch. Weeks had gone by since the last time he had bedded his wife. Marcellus was drunk and horny. The tavern woman had no trouble opening the front of his trousers and thrusting a hand in, found his sizable erection. "My, my, what a nice one!" Lacey said as she massaged the end of the preacher's hard organ. "I think we need to take this to my room, mister preacher!" Pulling him to his feet, she got the drunken and stumbling Marcellus moving toward the back room of the tavern. A curtain was all that separated the main bar from the small cubicle that Lacey worked in. Marcellus let himself be led into the room. Lacey got him reclined on the small bed in the corner and once again worked the front of his trousers open. This time, she reached in and expertly removed hi cock from its cloth prison. She was impressed with the length of the hard meat in front of her. She opened her mouth and took the weapon full in. Marcellus found his organ in the mouth of a woman for the first time in his life. Not just any woman, but an expert in the art of fellatio. Lacey's tongue did a slow dance across the helmet of his cock. Marcellus felt the wonderful sensation and nearly blew his load. Lacey felt the orgasm start to build and stopped her mouthing of the man's dick. Normally, the faster a guy got off, the better for Lacey, she could move on to another customer. This was a special customer, the new preacher, and she wanted to make sure he got the best treatment possible. Backing off, she allowed him to come down just a little as she hiked her skirts up. Climbing onto the man, she positioned his cock at the opening of her vagina and sat down. He slid in easily and she began to ride slowly up and down on Marcellus' pole. His alcohol fogged mind was in disbelief at the sensations welling up from below his waist. His penis, swallowed by a wet and willing cunt for the first time, swelled to a throbbing mass of pleasure. Lacey's rocking hips milked the hard cock in her belly with practiced expertise. Marcellus felt his entire spine pull into a knot and with an orgasm that started at the base of his skull, blew weeks worth of semen into her belly. He passed out immediately. Lacey got up off him and, after wiping herself with a cloth, rejoined the other two men for a round of drinks. Marcellus was wandering through a strange forest. Dark and foggy as any he had ever imagined. He stumbled forward over root and rock. he was drawn to a small clearing that lay just ahead. Arriving at the edge of the woods, he saw Constance standing with her back to him, staring at a dark spot at the opposite side of the meadow. Marcellus was frozen in place as he watched two glowing red eyes materialize in the dark shadow. The shadow grew darker and larger, forming the shape of a man. The dark form seemed to float across the meadow, gliding silently until it was standing directly in front of the pastor's wife. Constance seemed transfixed by the glowing red eyes of the shadow thing, standing rigidly as it approached. The dark shape reached out and touched her. Her clothes seemed to remove themselves and she stood nude before the shadowy thing. It towered over her naked body, nearly twice as tall as she. Constance did not resist as the creature scooped her up and deposited her in a bed of short grass. The creature knelt over her. It was as if the Devil himself was forcing Marcellus to watch as he coupled with Constance. Marcellus could hear her moans of pleasure as the demon lover took his wife. The expression of ecstasy on her face burned itself into his brain. Marcellus McCullough woke with a throbbing head and a turbulent stomach, the results of the night before. Groaning, he rolled to a seated position on the straw bed. Looking around, he tried to orient himself with the strange surroundings. Nothing looked familiar in the room. It was a small one room cabin, with a stone fireplace in one end. Staggering to his feet, Marcellus fought back the urge to vomit. His head was spinning and a sickly sweat sprang from him. He knew he needed to get outside. Dashing to the door, he opened in just in time. A cramp forced him to double over as his stomach rejected the contents from the night before. Retch after agonizing retch kept him bent over for several minutes. As he regained his senses, he heard someone laughing behind him. Turning weakly around, he saw Thomas Hocking standing over a pile of wood that he was splitting. "I thought perhaps you'd be sleepin' most of the day, sir. You downed a good amount of whiskey last night." Thomas returned to chopping the wood, pausing after a few sticks to look at Marcellus once again. "You might want to be gettin' dressed, sir, there may be some ladies coming around soon. Don't suppose it would be proper for them to see the new preacher in that outfit." Marcellus saw that all he had on was his woolen undergarments. Returning to the cabin's stuffy interior, he found his clothes quickly and got dressed. The urge to lie back down was strong, but Marcellus was worried about his wife. Something in a dream, from last night, that he couldn't quite remember. All the events from last night were a blur, from the first meeting at the Farmer's Stockade. He remembered something about going to look at the rest of the town, then nothing. Well, there was something about a woman, who, he didn't know. His pounding head made thinking difficult. Dressed, Marcellus once again exited the cabin gently, as his stomach was still on the verge of trying to heave. The morning sunlight had a refreshing effect on the man. "Where is Constance, my wife?" Marcellus asked Thomas Hocking. Thomas halted his wood chopping and holding the axe at arms length, pointed it in the direction of the north end of the settlement. "Go to through the main gate, stay on the main street. Third house before you get to the end, your wife stayed with the Widow Duncan last night, seems she was exhausted by her trip here. Good to have you here, preacher." The burly man stuck out a calloused hand and pumped the preachers hand hard. "We need a good man of God in these parts, sir, we sure do!" A slap on the back nearly sent Marcellus sprawling. "You tell your wife that we are sorry we kept you out all night. If you would please make apologies to her, sir?" Marcellus mumbled that he would and walked slowly off in the direction that Thomas Hocking had indicated. Marcellus walked the distance between Thomas Hocking's cabin and the Stockade. The walk got his blood flowing and cleaned the cobwebs from his head. He felt so shaken by the ease with which he had taken the drink last night. And then the stuff in the back of his mind, the things he just couldn't remember. Dark, disturbing things, a dream that he had, one whose memory was eluding him. Something about a woman and the sinful things that she had done, and Constance, with a dark shape that floated over her. Marcellus found the last image particularly troubling to him. The preacher found himself standing in front of the house that his companion from last night had directed him to. Knocking on the front door, Marcellus waited, the vague images of last night still turning slowly though his head. A tired, worn, middle aged woman came to the door. "Welcome, Preacher McCullough, do come in." She swung the door open on its leather hinges. Ducking down, Marcellus entered the house. The Preacher's Wife The Preachers Wife. (Young wife escapes suffocating life.) I was carrying a load of cloths on hangers, the final trip until tomorrow morning when I was leaving in the RV for warmer climates. As I left the garage I spied Lee walking down the road, hands in her jacket pockets, head down against the cold breeze. "It's a cold walk today." I commented. Startled, she looked up. "It is cold. I noticed you loading your RV these last couple days. When are you leaving?" "First thing in the morning. This is the last load." "It's a big RV." She said, "The one we had fit on the back of a pickup. It must be nice to get away for the winter." "It is! Come on and take a look inside." "Oh, I better get moving…." "You look cold," I interrupted. "It's warm in the RV. I'm testing the heater and everything I can think of before leaving." She hesitated and then moved toward me. I opened the RV door and followed her in. "It IS nice and warm in here….. My gosh look at how big this is. I never realized how much room there is when it slides out." "I'll just hang these in the closet and give you the deluxe tour." I went back to the bedroom. When I closed the closet door I realized Lee had followed me. She was reaching up, touching the TV over the bedroom window. Her jacket was unzipped, hanging open. A faded blue T shirt outlined fantastic breasts & erect nipples. She was braless! She blushed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't expect to see anybody. I just got out of the shower and decided I needed to take a walk." Then she blushed even more. I need to clarify who Lee is. Lee's husband is a preacher at a local fundamentalist church. She has been the dutiful preacher's wife so far as I could tell. The few times I saw her socially Lee was quiet, primly dress and let her husband do the talking. Therefore my reaction when I realized she was braless. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. It's a guy thing. You know we can't resist looking. Please forgive my bad manners. Being braless is common now days anyway." She uncrossed her arms, then pulled the front of her jacket together. I wondered if she would zip it back up. To break the awkwardness of the moment I quickly moved past her to point out the obvious features of the vanity and shower. Pausing at the refrigerator I took a quick look, she seemed O.K. The jacket was still unzipped and open. Being careful to look her in the face I asked, "It's after 4:30 so I was thinking of having a drink. Will you join me?" "I really need to get going……" I stuck my head in the refrigerator, "Can I get you a Pepsi? I think I have some wine….. " She wasn't moving toward the door so I continued, "I'm having a Martini. I see I have some orange juice. How about a Screw Driver? You know, orange juice with a little vodka." My pulse was way up. "Mmmm. I don't drink……. Well, uh, Caleb's gone until late tonight so I don't need to have his dinner ready…. Maybe just a little orange juice then. And, and just a touch of vodka since you are having some." She sat on the couch while I put ice in glasses. Lee was struggling to get out of her jacket so I leaned over to pull on a sleeve. When her hand finally slipped out she looked up to thank me. I, of course, was looking at her breasts. About then I became aware my swelling member was obvious and only a few inches from her face. Our eyes met…. Her face turned a bright red. "Are you getting…. Are you going to get funny?" she whispered. I held her jacket in front of me. "God Lee. I'm so sorry. It's a natural reaction. Please forgive….." "No. It's O.K. I'm not very worldly about ….. Well, I've never even gone braless out of the house before. I don't hardly ever get out in public any more. Caleb just won't allow it. He always worries I'll do some awful thing that will embarrass him or his church. I tossed her jacket on the driver's seat and turned to finish making the drinks. This time I caught her as she glanced at my erection. Realizing I noticed she flushed red again. "Face it Lee. You ARE an attractive woman. Certainly you get hit on from time to time." "No. That would never happen. Caleb's church is very strict about such things." "Well, I hope you can forgive this sinner. I think you are class A attractive and not to be discourteous, but I would very defiantly hit on you…. given half a chance." She smiled for the first time. "You would?" then frowned "I sometimes wonder….. well, no one has ever…. It's just that I doubt if anybody would see me that way." Looking up she asked, "Really? So you think I'm…. Well, you know…" Leaving the drinks where they were, I moved to sit beside her. "My god yes!" I whispered." She was so earnest and desirable I had to touch her so I caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and nuzzled her face into my palm. Throwing all caution to the wind I leaned forward to kiss her. She met me with a marvelous, soft, prim kiss. When we parted Lee sighed and sat back looking at her lap. "Oh. WHAT am I doing? That was… uh, very nice. Here I am, an adult woman and NEVER done anything the least bit out of line before." "You're kidding." I ungallantly exclaimed. "When was the last time you kissed someone other than Caleb?" "Almost nobody but him. I was a very shy, 15 when Caleb came along." "Amazing!" I needed a moment to try and assimilate what was happening here. "Let me finish making those drinks." My dick was thick and trapped in my shorts so while I had my back turned I adjusted it more comfortably down my pants leg. Neither of us spoke until I handed Lee her drink. I asked, "I'm confused Lee, you met Caleb in school? It can't be. He's a lot older than you." "No. That's when he was pastor at our church down near Hanford where we were living." Drink in hand I sat and turned toward Lee. I was about to say something when I realized she was checking my pants again. Tilting her head indicating the huge bulge she said with a smirk, "You look at my chest and I'll look at that." We took a nervous sip of our drinks while avoiding each other. Looking up Lee said, "This is awkward. I'm totally lost out of my tight little world." Meeting my eyes she asked, "What is supposed to happen now?" "After looking comes touching." I ventured. Her eyes never left mine as she replied, "Who goes first?" "Guests always first." I answered. Her eyes still locked on mine she slowly reached over and pressed her fingers to the bulge. I carefully cupped a breast, my thumb caressing a hard nipple. Her fingers tightened around my dick causing it to surge and harden. "We are going to do IT then?" she asked still holding my dick. "I feel so out of it… I've never…. But I want…. Well, you'll have to clue me in." "We can appreciate touching each other a while. You will know if you want 'the next step'." I said, lying thru my teeth. I was so READY for her but knew this was a very delicate situation. "I…. We…. It has always been what Caleb wants and when he wants it…. Damn! I shouldn't be telling that. I feel so ….. well, dumb sometimes." Standing I reached out a hand "Come, I'm sure we'll figure it out." She took my hand so I led the way to the bed. Lee hesitated. Sitting I said, "Please let me slowly undress you." She stood before me, waiting. I reached for her jeans, unsnapped them and sliding my hands on each hip pushed my fingers inside the elastic of her briefs. Slowly I slid everything to her ankles. Not looking up yet, I lifted each foot to remove her shoes and pants. I ran my hands and eyes up her legs, thighs. I placed a palm across her butt. My other hand moved to lightly press the thatch of black hair before moving down to slide a finger between her warm, moist flesh. With a small moaning sound, Lee made an awkward, shaky move to open her thighs slightly, steadying herself by holding my shoulders. I slowly rubbed a bit, then entered her vagina with a well lubricated finger. Looking up her eyes were closed. She was trembling, gripping my shoulder very hard. When she opened her eyes I sat back and gazed at her nakedness. Lee stood still, studying my face as my eyes roved up and down her lovely body. "I want to watch you take your T shirt off." Lee crossed her arms, grasped the bottom of the T shirt and slowly pulled it up over her breasts. She pulled the T shirt over her head, long hair falling to her shoulders. Lee slowly turned in a full circle for me. My heart was pounding with excitement. My god but she is beautiful. A perfect ass, thin body and hard, dark nippled breasts. "Oh," she whispered, "I do excite you, don't I?" She sat on the bed beside me and lay back. "I want you inside me. Please do it quickly." I was still dressed so I stood, kicked my shoes off and while Lee moved back on the bed. Pushing my pants down my dick swung out hard and ready. I struggled out of my shoes and pants thinking to pull Lee to the edge of the bed and entering her. She lay back, arms and legs outstretched, eyes closed. Fighting my urges I moved over her, guided my dick between her legs and slowly slid it up and down, gathering lubricant and little "Ooh, ooh's" from Lee. I knew when I was at the right place and slowly entered her with the hard, purple head of my dick. She whispered, "Oh …my…. god!..." Just two thrusts and I was full in. I held there, pulsing my dick. She made a small sound each time it jerked. Lee was still in her original position, eyes closed, arms and legs out like a statue. I took a nipple between my lips. That caused a moan and raising of her chest to press into my open mouth. She didn't move except for small gasps of passion. I raised my lips to hers, kissed her softly, while slowly moving my cock deep inside her. Her pelvis move against mine. Her arms moved up and down like a snow angel, but she otherwise lay like a statue. Her eyes opened and she gazed deeply into mine. The wondering, wanting glow deep in her dark eyes sent electricity down my body and to my cock. Staring at each other I began the fatal, hard, urgent pumping that quickly brought me off. She too began to gasp and grind her hips and then she began a high pitch squeal that changed to a gasping just as I came, blasting jet after jet of cum into her. I slowly rolled to my side pulling her on top of me. She lay her head on my chest and shivered. "What just happened? I NEVER went off when 'Doing-It' before." She made a couple experimental pumps with her butt. "Eeeew. That's so good. I don't want you to ever take it out." I lay one arm lightly over her back and with the other grasped a butt cheek, encouraging her to continue pumping. She obliged, moving carefully up and then a quick downward thrust to impale herself. Amazingly I was still hard as a rock. Her pussy clung to my cock with an unfinished urgency. Lee whispered, "Do you think we can try and go off again?" "Let's try." I answered giving my cock a hard shove upwards. "Oooo…., eeee, Uuh! Wow!" "Did I hurt you? Sorry." "That alright. It was just for a second. You went really deep." As she lay on me pumping her ass, I gradually slipped a finger between her butt cheeks until I found the button. Lee was on her elbows, face scrunched up, eyes closed, moving at a slow, deliberate pace. She emitted little humming sounds each time my finger tip touched her sphincter. I couldn't hold out. "Stop a minute! I'm going to cum if you keep that up." "Uh ah." Was all she said and continued as before. I knew if I came again that would be it for a while. I pushed my hand, forcing her down tight on my cock. "Oh yes, OH YES!" she hollered. Her pussy began pulsing and rippling on my fully embedded cock. "Ow. Oooh. It's too far in! ….. No, don't stop. Don't stop, Don't stop." I wasn't moving. She was. Harder and harder, down tight on my cock, slapping my body with hers. Her head dropped beside mine, she grabbed my shoulders and pulled her breasts to me, breathing heavily in my ear. I went off again telling her quietly, "I'm Cuming, I'm Cuming." "Me too. Me too.", she whispered and kept moving. I shot what I had and worried that I'd get soft before she was done. It was worry for no reason. My cock remained hard until she lay on me out of breath. "Oooo. That one lasted forever." Eventually she rolled over to lay beside me, one leg over my hip, her wet, drooling pussy against my thigh. ….. ….. ….. Lee reached between us to cup my softening dick and squeezed it gently. "I never thought of the male organ as anything to give such pleasure. I've been married to Caleb for 12 years and never got any real pleasure from him." She began to cry softly. I stroked her hair and murmured "It's O.K. Lee, It's O.K." "Oh NO. That's just it. IT'S NOT going to be O.K.!" and she released a torrent of deep sobs. I didn't know what to do other than continue to hold her until they subsided….. Her strong emotion was scary I must admit. The sobs abated, she became quiet. My arm was going to sleep so I tried to move it. She raised up on an elbow to look at me. "My god. I'm so sorry. You don't need any of this…. I'm so sorry… It's just that I have finally come to the realization I can't live my life as it is any more." "What does that mean?" We moved away from each other. Her hair was a mess, her eyes red a puffy. She was not a vision of loveliness… though I couldn't help a quick look at those superb breasts. I knew she needed some reassurance and for once in my life I got it right. I pulled her back to me, holding her head to my chest. Some rare women are natural affection kittens and when they come into your arms they are all there for you. She's defiantly one of them. Neither of us said anything for several minutes. Then I suggested, "Let's go finish our drinks and talk for a while. O.K.?" "Mmm, THAT would be nice." We got off our respective sides of the bed. She came around where her cloths had been tossed and bent over to pick up her panties. With my pants half way up I paused to admire the view as she deftly stuck one foot and then the other in her panties and pulled them up. "Wait I've got a robe in the closet. You can wear that." She stood hands on hips, "O.K." I grabbed my robe from the closet and tossed it to her, picked up my T shirt and pulled it on as I went to the kitchen. I dumped both glasses and started again. This time I made Lee's drink a standard shot of vodka and mine a double. We sat again on the couch. Lee slid a knee up turning toward me and let the robe fall open which meant I could see one breast, the smooth inside of a thigh and panty covered crotch. "I love the way you keep checking me out. It's exciting to feel attractive…. Wanted." I started to reply but she put a finger to my lips. "Shhhh. Don't speak, I might not say everything I want to tell you." She sat back, folded her hands on her lap, unintentionally blocking my view of her crotch. "I've been thinking about getting away from Caleb for some time, but there seemed too many problems, so I did nothing. I have no where to go. My dad's dead and my mother thinks Caleb is a direct descendent of Christ. She can't see my problems. In fact she's the one who insisted I go to Caleb. He only wants me with him for show at public events and to take care of his house. The house……It needs to be just so, all the time. I can't even be active in church anymore, he wants me to stay home. We don't have TV or a computer at home. Caleb's against all such things….. although he has both in his office at the church. 'Needs to be aware' he says. I get so low sometimes that I hurt inside….. knowing my life has turned to shit. What happened here just now, ……with you, makes me KNOW I need to change my life. Otherwise I'll just give up and my heart will die…..Like so many other women in Caleb's church." She looked up, "The minute you spoke to me out on the street I felt something different…important would happen. My heart started pounding and I decided to experience what-ever. And WOW! Here we are. This is what happened." Leaning back she said, "I don't know what I'm going to do, BUT I do know going back is impossible!" I waited a moment to see if she was done talking before I said, "Do you have anything at home you really need? I mean anything you can't live without?" She was quiet for a minute and said, "NO. Not a damned thing!" I jumped off the proverbial cliff and offered, "Well if that's true I have a suggestion. Go with me when I leave in the morning. We…. ". I was in so deep now I couldn't go on. Both of us laughed nervously and sipped our drinks. "I'm serious.", I said, "You can stay here in the RV tonight and I'll leave just as planned in the morning. That way no one will know you are with me. When we get to Arizona we can figure out what you want to do." "Are you REALLY serious?" Lee asked. "I will need some cloths. I can't just go like this." Laughing she flipped her robe open and shut. "Why not! How much do you need? We can stop and get you ….." "I can be your sex slave." She interpreted, then smiled with a coy smirk. "Based on what we've just done, I think I would be very happy doing that. I won't need any cloths." "Great idea! However, I'm quite serious. I can afford to buy you cloths and what ever else you might want. At least enough for you to get a fresh start." "I think you really mean it don't you." We talked for another hour. It became dark outside but neither of us moved to turn on lights. Talk turned to my favorite subject. (Sex of course.) I found Lee to be naïve, completely open and interested in everything sexual. I'm quite sure she liked using filthy words, especially 'Fuck', 'Cunt', 'Cock' 'Pussy' and 'Ass'. "I've heard 'em but I would NEVER let them out of my mouth.", she said at one point. Realizing we had decided on a course of action and talked ourselves out, I asked Lee, "Do you need something to sleep in? I'll set the thermostat and get you something to wear." Lee placed a hand on my thigh, kissed me lightly on the lips whispering "Can we try your 'Farm Style' position first, after that I'll probably just fall asleep." "You're ON!" Lee jumped up, "… I can sure feel this drink!" Weaving a little, she let my robe fall on the floor. I followed her to the bedroom shedding my T shirt. I wasn't hard yet but reasonably thick. She knelt on the edge of the bed, raised her ass up and to my surprise pulled her cheeks apart! I thought I should tell her that wasn't necessary but instead grabbed the Vaseline Intensive Care off the vanity. I squeezed a liberal blob on my fingers and spread it along her open crack. "Oooh." She squealed. "That's cold." I circled her ass hole and poked a finger in to the first knuckle. "Oooo. Eeee. You going to put your cock in there?." "Not this time." I replied as I slid my thick, rubbery cock up and down her slit. I popped the head in and stopped. My cock quickly hardened and I slowly sunk it as far in as possible. She was still holding her ass cheeks apart so I got way in. Lee pushed back against me, sinking me deeper. I felt my cock press something marvelously deep in her cunt. "Oh my god." She hissed, raising part way up and back down with her face on the bed. "Don't move a minute! … There, …there. You went so far in it hurt, …but it's O.K. now." The Preacher's Wife Grasping her lovely hips I held myself against her ass cheeks as hard as I could, then slowly pulled back. "Oh Hard. Do it hard!" I obliged. What a sensation. I gave a couple more violent thrusts. "Aack. Wait! Keep it in! Hold still! Don't move!" Lee commanded. My cock felt a rippling, grasping sensation from deep inside that started me shooting cum so strongly my knees began to cave. I fell forward and she let go of her ass to brace herself with her arms. To avoid crushing her I rolled to the side, pulling my stiff cock out with a 'splop'. "Did you feel that?" an excited Lee asked. "I didn't cum, but YOU did didn't you. Going that deep made my cunt convulse. Wow! Wow! Wow!" She was like a delighted little girl, kissing me starting at my mouth and on down to my now limp cock. "I never did this before." She said and sucked the cum soaked member into her mouth. I moaned encouragement. It didn't take long for my cock to harden again. "God woman, and you were worried about not knowing what to do." "Mmmlllffffmmmpp!" "I won't go off again if that's what you're trying." She raised up and stuck her tongue out at me. "I want it hard enough so I can get on. My turn to 'Fuck' you. Think you can take it??" With that she spun around, straddled me, grabbed my cock and rubbed it back and forth between her slippery cunt lips. Giving me another sassy look at her tongue, she centered my cock at her cunt hole, and took it in…... She pumped and squiggled for a long time. "My legs can't stay bent like this." Without my cock coming out she did a split, changing position, ending with her legs between mine and laying tits to my chest. Her cunt squeezed tight on my cock. Lee pumped in earnest using a steady motion, rubbing my cock on her clit as it went in and out. After what seemed long time she began to breath heavily, sweating from exertion. Suddenly she froze, opened her eyes and looking at me said, "I'm Cuming! Eee, Yaah. I'm Cuming." We kept our eyes locked on each other while she was going off. She held her position on my cock, but her ass cheeks twitched like crazy. "Oh yes. ….. Jesus H. Christ! ….. You didn't go off this time, but I SURE DID" ….. ….. ….. I awoke slowly, opened my eyes. It was still dark so I closed them again. A strong smell of recent sex and the shower running brought me to full consciousness. 'My god. It isn't some strange fantasy of mine. She really is here.' I could see the shower from the bed. Lee's lovely form was silhouetted on the hazy glass. I lay down again, waiting for her to finish, my mind whirling with worries, excitements and expectations. I raised up on one elbow and watched as she unselfconsciously dried herself. After flipping the towel over the shower door she turned the vanity light on. In the mirror she saw me watching. Sticking her butt out and wiggling it at me she said, "You're up. It's about time………" She flicked her eyes from my face to the covers. "Oh-oh. I see something else is up too." My cock was making a noticeable tent in the covers. "I woke up a long time ago.", she rattled on, "Couldn't sleep thinking about everything. I wanted to wake you up so we could 'Fuck' …… I like that, … 'so we could fuck', ….. never realized what fun it is to say 'Fuck' and mean it." I pulled the covers back, inviting her to come to me. She hesitated a moment, came over and crawled in. Sensing a reluctance I asked, "I something wrong?" "I'm so worked up about leaving and everything else I can't get my thoughts on….. Forget that O.K.? Should I suck you? "Lee, be in charge of your own body! If you are not in the right place for sex, tell me." She snuggled down beside me and held each other a while. We eventually got up. I went back into the house for some last minute things. When it came time to leave I told Lee to stay out of sight in the bedroom while I hooked the Jeep to the RV. I backed the RV out on the street and then got the Jeep and drove it behind the RV. While attempting to hook the tow bar I was startled by, of all people, Caleb! "Getting ready to head south I see. Need a hand?" He greeted. "Oh, HI. You startled me, I didn't see you coming. Yes, I could use a little guidance. I need to drive forward more until those cross bars match the bumper." Caleb stood between the RV and the Jeep and motioned me forward, then to stop. "Thanks. That has a real help." I got out to raise the hood and disconnect the electrical system on the Jeep. "Have you seen Lee lately?" he asked. "I'm looking for her, don't know where she went." "Saw her walking late yesterday afternoon when I was loading the RV. Said 'Hi' to her. She was walking toward your house." "Really? Well then she must be at Mrs. Barnes. She's been quite ill I understand. I'll be getting back now. Have a great trip." "I will. I'm sure I will." I said as I locked the Jeep and went to the RV. ….. ….. ….. At the freeway entrance I turned North. After a few minutes Lee came up and sat in the co-pilot's seat. "How far North do you think we should go before I call?" The idea was to drive North on the Interstate an hour or so and have Lee call to leave a message saying that she had left Caleb and wasn't coming back. If the call was traced it might point Caleb in the wrong direction. "There's a rest stop soon. We can make your call when we get there." "Saw her yesterday.", "She was going toward your house." Lee mimicked, "Pretty clever…. I am so excited I can't believe it. This is going to work! The view from here in the RV is fantastic! I love it." Lee chattered on for a long while. Eventually I pulled into the rest stop, parked between a couple of road rigs and shut down. We sat for a few moments, neither of us moving or saying anything. Lee broke the moment saying, "You are worried aren't you. You wish you never saw me don't you?" "No." I said, raising up out of the drivers seat. "I was wondering how long it would take for us to get our cloths off so I can slide my cock up that fantastic cunt again!" Pointing to my obvious hard-on I said, "The phone call can wait." She giggled delightfully and pushed me back. "Me FIRST!" In the bedroom Lee started stripping. I told her to wait. I wanted to slowly undress and discover her all over again. I began with her T shirt then cupped, kissed and caressed her breasts. I carefully pressed an erect nipple between my teeth, then kissed my way as I pushed her pants down. When I came to her mound I pushed her to sit on the bed. I put my head between her knees and pushed forward forcing her legs apart. Her pants held her ankles together. "What are you doing?" she ask in a tiny voice. Not answering I pressed forward and kissed her puffy lips. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Not that. Are you going to do that?" When my tongue slid up her slit she shuddered, lay back and continued muttering, "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." I found her hard clit and massaged it enthusiastically with my tongue. I slid a finger in her cunt for good measure and matched my actions to the urgency of her "Oh my god's" Soon her knees spread wide and then clamped tightly against my head. I kept going as she trembled and shuttered, then stopped. Lee pushed against my head, "Stop. Please stop. I need you to stop. I can't stand it." I pulled back and let us both catch our breath. "My god. You are going to kill me. I'll never make it to Arizona." "O.K. then. It's my turn to get off." I said with glee and aimed my rampant cock between her legs. "WAIT!", she insisted as she held me back with a hand. "See if your thing… I mean COCK can find it's own way in. See if it goes in on it's own." I let go of my cock. Lee grasped my hands, entwining our fingers. I pressed the rock hard member toward her crotch. I was more than ready so I just shoved hard. It jammed, missing center slightly and slid in. "Ooooh Yes!" Her hands pulled me to her, "I love the feel when you go in." Lee's cunt held me in a tight grasp while I unwisely pumped hard and went off right away. Being used up from earlier episodes I shot a paltry load and withdrew. "I need some rest and sustenance or you are going to kill me and you never will get to Arizona!" I exclaimed. "I can see the headlines now, 'Naked bodies found in RV'." Lee giggled. ….. ….. ….. Back on the road I asked, "Tell you what. Do you like casinos?" "Are you kidding? I've never been anywhere much. I understand they are sinful places." Smirking she said, "I wouldn't want to lead you astray or anything." "I know an RV park where we can stay next to a big casino that has all kinds of stores there too. We can buy you some cloths. What you have now is gamey and worn out from going on and off so much." Lee's T shirt hit the side of my face. A long, loud blast from a truck horn faded away behind us going the opposite direction. The driver obviously saw the spectacular result of Lee's topless maneuver. . . . . . . . . . . We got to the RV park about 6:00 PM. During the routine to set the RV up for the night, Lee was into everything, wanting to know how it all worked. It was hot so we had the AC on and relaxed with a soda on ice. We were sitting across from each other. She gave a look. I gave her one back and we began laughing. We couldn't stop for a long time. Worn out we decided to take a nap. And that's exactly what we did. We slept until about 10:00 PM. "I guess we will have to get me some cloths tomorrow." Lee said stretching. We hadn't gotten under the covers. Lee was naked because she had rinsed her T shirt and panties out. I watched her get up and feel them. "Mmm. They're dry already. …. Oh my gosh! Look at all those lights over there.", she said bending to look out the window. I sat up and reached between those cute butt cheeks to feel her cunt. She put her hand on mine and held it against her pussy. "The casino is open all night. I wonder if the stores are open too." I said while sliding an index finger in. "Don't move. I've got an idea." I dropped my pants and pumped my cock a couple times to harden it up. "Why am I not surprised." She said, her ass displayed invitingly before me. I reached for the body lotion on the vanity and squirted a huge blob on my cock. Then I put a liberal squirt on my fingers and slid them between her butt cheeks. "Eee. Not again. It's cold.", She squealed. I held the head of my cock to her sphincter and pressed until the head sunk in. "Uh, Uh! Holy shit! What are you doing." She tried to raise up but I held her down. A moment later I grasp her hips and watched my cock slowly sink up her ass. "Oooff. It feels like you're stuffing a telephone pole up there. Go slow! ….. O.K. It's O.K. if you just go slow." I held myself to her and reached around to find her clit. In a moment it was hard and Lee was pushing against me in small, animated stokes. "Pull out real slow." She asked, "Then put it back in. I want to feel it go in." After about three exciting times watching my cock head pop in and out I grunted, "I can't do that any more. I'll go off." "Yes! …Yes! Cum in my ass! ….. Stick it way in and shoot your cum up my ass." I sunk my cock deep and moved opposing her rocking motion. I could feel the cum building up. "I'm going off soon! It's almost there!" Lee hollered "Please! Yes, please. Cum in my ass. Fuck my ass. Fill my ass with your cum until it runs out." "There! There!" I groaned. My cock blasted spurt after spurt of hot cum deep in her ass. "I can feel that. Oh baby I can feel that." We took a long, caressing shower together where I touched her off and then we got dress. … Again. ….. ….. ….. It was only a few minutes before we were off to the casino. Lee was enthralled with everything…. I was enthralled with her. The stores were open. We got back to the RV about 2:00 AM. Lee found some basics along with a couple nice outfits. She bought a bra. I told her she didn't need one. She flashed me her sassy tongue again. "When we get to Arizona I'm going to get a job and pay you back!" Lee insisted. "I could have paid one of those girls we saw at the casino a hell of a lot more money than you just spent and she would NOT have been able to hold a candle to you sweetie." "Enough of that!" BAM! Lee made her point by pounding a fist into my shoulder. "Besides, I'm probably the one who should be paying. How about we sleep and get some rest. In the morning I'll give you $2.00 and fuck your brains out." "DEAL." --- end --- The Preacher's Wife This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe. This and all of the other stories we write are for entertainment purposes only. If you do not like what we choose to write about, Literotica offers many other stories for you to read instead. ****** "Welcome to hell!" Dustin Runnels shouts into a microphone as he stands in the middle of the ring during the September 14, 1998 edition of RAW IS WAR. The man formerly known as Goldust shakes his head in disgust. "The WWF... has become a wasteland of violence... obscene language... and pure uncontained sex..." The crowd boos Dustin as he continues to speak. "Because of all this.... HE will be coming back... and the man... who embodies all that is wrong with World Wrestling Federation... Val Venis... will burn in hell... for his sins!" The RAW audience starts to get extremely impatient with Dustin Runnels just as he's about to get down on his knees. "I now ask... all of you... to pray with me... for your sins.... And for..." "Hellooooooo Dustin...." The crowd cheers loudly as the preaching Dustin Runnels is interrupted by the former adult film star Val Venis steps onto the stage at the top of the entrance ramp with a microphone of his own. "What are you doing here sinner?!" Dustin yells. Val laughs slyly, "Dustin... you seriously don't think I forgot about what you did to me last night on Heat?" "I did what was necessary to make you see...." Dustin is then cut off by Val. "Because of you... I decided to make a special film... that I'm sure you will truly... appreciate...." Val laughs, "Boys... dim the lights... and roll my latest production... entitled... The Preacher's Wife." Val Venis heads to the back as the color drains from Dustin Runnel's face as Val's newest movie begins to play on the Titantron with big gold letters it reads 'The Preacher's Wife" and underneath it in white reads "A Val Venis Film" before it fades to the start of the movie * * * "Hellooooooo Dustin..." Val Venis says as he looks into a camera, and Val just has a towel wrapped around his waist., "The Big Valbowski, Val Venis here with a special film just for you. Last night on Heat, you did something to me that made took me down to a place I've never been. But after getting back to the hotel... I made a call to a special someone who could take my mind off all my aches and pains and make the 'Big Valbowski' stand proud once again." The camera pans over to the left towards an open doorway and a woman steps forward. As she comes into the light, it's revealed to be the estranged wife of Dustin Runnels, the vivaciously hot Terri Runnells who looks into the camera. Dustin's horny, estranged wife Terri Runnels seductively presses her lips together and places her hands on her smoothly rounded, nicely tanned hips "Hey Dustin...." Terri says with a sly, mischievous smirk "How are you doing baby..." Terri asks in a seductive voice while she's dressed barely in a hot, sultry pair of black bra and panties. Val Venis steps over towards Terri and into the view of the camera, "That's right Dustin... remember Terri? She has been sitting at home all alone since last year... and I just knew that was a big mistake for you to make... just like what you did last night..." Val laughs slyly as he looks at Terri before reaching behind her to smack her panty-covered ass. Terri presses her luscious lips together "Dustin...you made a huge mistake..." Terri pauses and slyly glances down at Val's towel covered crotch "But I moved one to something...or should I say someone a whole lot bigger..." Terri says in a seductive voice before smirking and turning to face Val Venis. The horny Terri Runnels seductive licks her lips before placing her hands onto his smooth, muscular chest and gently moves her hands down his chest as she slowly lowers herself down on her knees in front of Val. Val looks right into the camera as he starts to unwrap the towel from around his waist, "Hmmm Dustin... you really rubbed off on your wife... she can't help herself from being on her knees...." Val says as he uncovers his rock hard, thirteen inch 'Big Valbowski' cock. Terri tilts her head back slightly tosses her smooth, golden blond hair from side to side as she reaches forward to gently wraps her seductive hands around Val's rock hard, thick experienced cock. Terri licks her pouty lips as she smoothly pumps her hands against his thick shaft. "Mmmm...Val is so big Dustin, much more than you..." Terri says as she wickedly glares into the camera before returning her focus to Val's cock before flicking her soft, wet tongue against the head of his cock. "Mmmmm hmmm..." Val moans and licks his lips as he smirks into the camera, "Dustin you have no idea how much preaching Terri can do...." Val says as he puts a hand on Terri's head as she flicks her soft, small wet tongue against the large head of his huge cock. "She loves pleasing the big guy... any time... and any place..." Terri closes her eyes as she gently brushes her tongue against the piss slit of Val's thick cock before opening her sensual, sultry mouth. Terri lowers her head on Val's cock gently taking his cock into her seductive mouth before placing her lips against his shaft and begins to smoothly bob her head as she sucks Val's impressively long and thick cock. "Mmmmm... yeah baby... show Dustin what you can do... with a real dick..." Val moans as he looks down at the horny, blond haired Terri Runnels as she bobs her head on his thick, long and hard cock. The muscular former adult film star licks his lips as he bends down in order to unclasp Terri's black bra so that he can peel it away from her smoking hot and petite body. "Mmmmm...mmmm..." Terri gently moans around Val's shaft as she moves her tongue along his thick shaft while expertly and easily bobbing her head on Val's cock at a gradually increasing pace. Terri lightly twists her head on Val's shaft, grinding her lips, before lowering her head further down on his cock while her saliva drips on his shaft. Val licks his lips as he looks down at Terri's incredible large and firm rounded tits after he tosses her bra to the side, "Mmmmm yea... Dustin... I see why you like Terri.... she has not one... but two mountain tops for someone like you to try and reach for..." Val says as he stands up straight when Terri starts taking over ten inches of his 'Big Valbowski' into her hot, wet mouth. "Mmmm...hmmm...." Terri seductively moans against Val's cock as the head of his thirteen inch cock presses against the head back of her horny mouth. The estranged wife of Dustin Runnels, starts to bob her head quicker on Val's shaft while her soft lips smoothly rub back and forth against his shaft. "Mmmmm... ohhh yea..." Val Venis moans as he slides his left hand through Terri's blond hair as she quickly and repeatedly deep throats his massive cock with ease. "Ahhh see Dustin... I told you that she loved to please the big guy...." Val says with a sly laugh. Terri slowly lifts her head off of Val's cock as his shaft drips with her soothing, sensual saliva. Terri opens her eyes and seductively locks her sultry eyes with the muscular former adult film star "Mmmm....I always please the big guy..." Val Venis smirks, "You hear that Dustin... and if you were a man... you'd know that about her..." Val laughs as he looks into the camera before turning his attention down to Terri. 'Baby... get up and show your husband... what needs some real attention..." Val says with a sly tone. Terri raises an eyebrow slowly and licks her lips before the horny estranged wife stands up from the floor and turns to face the luxury sized bed before she lays back and arches her back slightly in order to slide her black panties down from her slender waist and down her smooth, sultry tanned legs to reveal her smoothly shaven and hot pussy. Val licks his lips as he moves towards the luxury sized bed, "Look at that Dustin... look at that hot pussy.... I bet you missed it... and I know Terri has been praying night and day for some real attention for it..." Val says as he positions himself between Terri's legs and places his hands on her round hips. Val licks his lips and lowers his head so that he can start flicking his very experienced tongue against Terri's perfectly shaved and hot pussy. "Mmmm...ohhh Val...." Terri Runnels seductively moans as she gently places her smooth, seductively tanned legs onto Val's muscular shoulders while he flicks his tongue against her horny pussy. Terri presses her sultry lips together and silently looks into the camera as Val Venis eats out her wet, warm pussy. Val smirks a bit as he moves his tongue up and down against Terri's pussy lips as he firmly holds her still with his hands that are on her hips. The hot, muscular former adult film star begins to push his tongue into Terri's wet and warm pussy, and he can feel Terri arching her back a bit to get him to push his tongue deeper into her pussy. Terri closes her eyes and presses her teeth together as she gently grinds her pussy against Val's tongue as he skillfully eats out the wet, warm pussy of the horny Terri Runnels at a rougher and quicker pace. "Mmmmm.... mmmm..." Val moans as he darts his skilled tongue in and out of Terri's hot and wet pussy. Val glances up to look into the camera and winks as if to further insult Dustin Runnels before he begins to pulls Terri's body towards him to make her push herself onto his tongue. "Ohhhh...ohhhh Val...mmmm yeah lick that pussy..." Terri moans as Val Venis starts to quickly and firmly thrust his tongue into warm, horny pussy while lapping his tongue around her hot cunt. Terri narrows her eyes seductively as she looks at the camera "Mmm...Dustin, baby...you were never this good..." Val laughs a bit after he lifts his head up from Terri's wet cunt, "Mmmm... Dustin... I bet you're either crying or jacking off to this by now... cause I know you can't look away..." Val Venis says as he looks into the camera, "But don't worry... Terri will get down on her knees to make things right...." Val says before looking at Terri with a sly grin on his face, "All right baby... time to get on your knees.... and hands too..." Terri sits up from the bed and slyly smirks at Val Venis before she turns around, seductively sticking her nicely toned ass into the air before settling herself in front of Val Venis on the bed on her hands and knees. Val climbs onto the bed and kneels behind the estranged wife of Dustin Runnels as he licks his lips, "You know Dustin... I should've had your wife wear that naughty little Catholic School Girl outfit... or dressed like a nun... cause I know you'd appreciate that sort of freaky thing..." Val says as he guides his massive thirteen inch cock towards Terri's hot and wet pussy. With ease, Val pushes his shaft half way into Terri's pussy and then he puts his hands on Terri's hips in order to guide her back on to his dick as he starts to thrust in and out. "Mmmm...ohhh Val" Terri moans as she presses her lips together and slyly glances back over her shoulder to lock her sultry eyes with Val Venis as she rocks back and forth on her hands and knees smoothly guiding herself back against his thirteen inch thrusting cock. "Ahhhh... mmmmm..." Val Venis moans slightly as he thrusts his cock smoothly in and out of Terri's tight and wet pussy. Val glances into the camera and smirks as he pushes his large shaft deeper into Terri's cunt as her ass smacks a bit against his muscular waist. "Ohhhh Val...you're so big!" Terri moans as she smoothly pushes back and presses her hot, horny ass against Val muscular waist as she holds his cock deeply into her pussy for a few moments before she allows Val to thrust his cock in and out of her pussy once again. Val laughs a bit, "Terri... when compared to Dustin's little pea-shooter... I'm packing a bazooka..." Val says as begins to quicken the pace of his deep thrusts so that Terri's body rocks forward more frequently. Val's large balls smack against Terri's skin when every one of his thrusts. Terri seductively bites down on her bottom lip as she looks at the camera, lustfully glaring her eyes as she quickly rocks back and forth on her hands and knees while Val Venis firmly thrusts his cock into Terri's horny, wet pussy "Ohh...so good...so fucking good" Val smirks as he pulls his large cock out of Terri's hot and wet pussy, "That's it... tell Dustin the truth..." Val says as he proceeds to lay down on his right side on the luxury sized bed. The former adult film star pulls Terri onto her right side and lays her in front of him so that she's facing the camera and he lifts her left leg up so that he can push his huge cock back into her horny cunt. "Ohhhh shit....ohhhh yeah..." Terri moans and tilts her head back against Val's muscular chest as she gently grinds her horny pussy against Val's shaft as he begins to firmly thrust his cock into her pussy once again "Ohhhh Val!" Terri moans loudly. Val has Terri arch her left leg back over his muscular legs as he firmly, yet slowly, thrusts his huge cock into her tight pussy. "Mmmmm yea.... Dustin... Terri is such a good wife...." Val laughs slyly as teases Terri with his slow thrusts as he deeply pushes his shaft all the way into her. Terri presses her sultry lips together as she lowers her right hand down to her pussy as Val thrusts his cock into her wet, horn pussy. Terri begins to gently rub her right hand against his shaft as his cock moves against her pussy "Ohhhh Val...ohhh fuck me! Fuck me like Dustin never could!" Val smirks slyly, "You mean fuck you like how a man would fuck you?" Val asks as he feels Terri's hand rubbing his powerful cock as he pumps it in and out of her hot, horny pussy. The muscular Superstar begins to increase the pace of his thrusts, drilling Terri's cunt with quick, short and sharp movements so that her petite body jerks a bit whenever his thrusts are extremely rough. Sweat begins to form on the seductive, tanned and petite body of Terri Runnels as she moves and grinds against Val's muscular body "Ohhhh...ohhhhh!" Terri lustfully coos as she glances back and flicks her tongue against Val's lips. Val opens his mouth in order to flick his tongue against Terri's tongue as he keeps his head back a bit to keep her from kissing him. The former adult film star continues to ram his long, thick cock in and out of Terri's pussy as she also keeps rubbing his cock whenever he pulls it part way out of her cunt. Terri turns her head away from Val Venis and gently grips the bed covers with her hands as she firmly pushes back against his shaft as she feels his thick cock deeply inside of her warm, horny pussy "Ohhhhhh fuck!" "Mmmmm....yeah... Dustin.... Terri is loving this in case you can't tell... and she's a little aggressive... maybe I should let her show you how badly she loves this...' Val says as he looks over Terri and into the camera. Val Venis slows down his thrusts and pushes Terri forward as he pulls his thirteen inch cock out of her pussy and then he sits up on the luxury sized bed with his back against the headboard, "Come on baby... get on the one ride that needs to be this big for you to ride..." Val says as he holds his massive cock at the base to keep it steady. Terri bites down on her bottom lip as she seductively glares into the camera before she tosses her slightly sweat dampened blond hair back and moves to straddle herself on Val's muscular waist, with her smooth, tanned back facing the muscular former adult film star. Terri grits her teeth before she gently grips his rock hard cock with her left hand and guides his cock into her tight, horny asshole. "Awww.... mmmm.... guess Dustin isn't the only tight ass in your family..." Val moans as Terri slowly lowers her ass down all the way onto his huge cock. Val puts his strong hands on Terri's hips and begins to slowly lift her up and down on his cock to allow her to get use to his thick dick being in her tight, little asshole. Terri tilts her head back and grits her teeth as she leans back and places her hands onto Val's muscular chest while she begins to smoothly ride his cock with her tight, horny ass "Ohhh...ohhhh Val!" "Mmmmm.... Dustin ever fucked your ass? Or was he too busy praying for salvation?" Val asks the horny estrange wife of Dustin Runnels as he continues to lift her up and down on his cock, but he starts to move her at a gradually quickening pace. "Mmmm...ohhh Dustin was never man enough!" Terri seductively moans as she closes her eyes and smoothly rocks back and forth, riding Val's thick, rock hard shaft "Ohhhh Val...you're so great!" Val smirks as he begins to let Terri bounce and rock on his cock at her own pace, "Of course I am... I'm the Big Valbowski..." Val says as he moves his hands from Terri's hips towards her wet pussy. Val uses his right hand to spread Terri's pussy lips to allow him to push two fingers from his left hand into her pussy. Val licks his lips as he tilts a bit to the side to look into the camera, "Hey Dustin... your wife is soooo wet... she could end a drought..." Val laughs slyly between his moans as Terri rocks and bounces on his massive thirteen inch cock. Terri arches her back as she starts to lower on Val's shaft with her tight asshole at a quicker pace as his ball sack slaps against her thighs every time she slams on his cock "Ohhhhhh Val!" Val moves the fingers from his left hand in and out of Terri's wet pussy as she quickly slams down onto his cock with her ass as hard as she can, "Yeah Terri.... keep going... show your husband how a Preacher's wife really acts..." Val groans as he keeps himself as relaxed as possible as Terri goes to town on his cock. "Ohhh...ahhhh shit!" Terri moans as she slams down and then rocks back as she holds herself down on Val's cock, roughly grind her ass against his thick shaft. Val licks his lips as he moves his hands away from Terri's soaking wet pussy, "Mmmmm... your wife loves this Dustin.... bet you wish you didn't ditch her... and I know... mmmm this has been hard for you to watch.... but it's going to get a lot better..." Val groans as he starts to slowly lift Terri off of his throbbing thirteen inch cock. Terri presses her seductive lips together as she sits on her knees with her back facing the camera. The sultry, horny estranged wife as she locks her lustful eyes with Val's throbbing thirteen inch cock. "Let's give you... a new look that Dustin will just love...." Val says as he wraps his left hand around his cock and begins to stroke his shaft as Terri looks down directly at his massive cock. Terri Runnels smiles and licks her lips "Mmmm yeah...Dustin was never man enough for me..." Terri says as she locks her lustfully eyes with Val Venis as he strokes his throbbing cock. "Of course not... he's too busy playing with himself...' Val laughs as he feels his large balls tighten. "Mmm get your head face down there...." Val says as he leans forward to put his free hand on Terri's head to get her to face down towards his cock. With a loud grunt Val's huge cock starts to erupt with cum which shoots upward onto Terri's waiting face. "Ohhhhhhh...." Terri moans as Val's warm cum sprays and drips onto her seductive, sweaty and beautiful face "Mmmm....baby..." Val continues to stroke his cock until he's completely finished cumming and then he moves to sit on his knees next to Terri. Val puts his hands onto Terri's shoulders and starts to turn her around towards the camera, "Dustin.... now this is the face of a preacher's wife...." Val says with a laugh as he finishes turning Terri around. Terri narrows her eyes and seductively glares into the camera as Val's warm, thick cum drips from her face. Val puts an arm around Terri's waist, "Dustin... I got to tell ya... your preaching wife... she's made me see the light... I've seen the mountain tops... and I've been into the holy land.... which is right between your wife's legs..." Val smirks as he glances at Terri before looking back into the camera. The Preacher's Wife * * * In the arena, Dustin Runnels is on his knees gripping the middle ring ropes while gritting his teeth as he stares at the screen as the credits for 'The Preacher's Wife' begins to roll. Dustin slowly stands up as the raunchy RAW IS WAR audience cheers what they just saw as Val Venis comes onto the entrance stages with a microphone. Val laughs a bit as he looks at the dejected estranged husband of Terri Runnels. "Dustin... I hope you enjoyed that... cause next week... I hope you're in the arena... cause I'll have a true blockbuster for you..." -END- The Preachers Wife This story is copyright 2006 of destinie21 Please don't view this story if you are under the age of 18 or if otherwise prohibited by local law. Enjoy... That voice....Mema was singing again. With that deep down full, rich soulful voice. It was the song she sang every morning. Till the child knew the words like she knew the letters. To her own name. Pass me not, O gentle Savior, hear my humble cry; while on others thou art calling, do not pass me by. Savior.. Savior.. Hear my humble cry while on others thou art calling do not pass me by.... Even before she opened her eyes the child knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she would find herself living in the nightmare that had become her life. Even as she struggled to push them away, the memories flooded her mind. She had been watching the snow fall through the back window, and drawing pictures with her finger on the cold smooth surface of the glass. The excitement of Christmas was in the air, the falling snow covering the city like new paint, on it's dirty scratched veneer. She was lost in her own world of Barbie doll wishes and little girl dreams, afterward she couldn't even remember where they had been heading. All she could really remember was the sun glinting off the snow, and feeling, for a split second like she was on the tilt a whirl. Like her body was somehow moving faster than the vehicle that contained it. Then the crunch of bending metal and breaking glass followed by a crack and a brighter light than the sun and then nothing. In truth she couldn't really remember that much, she had been unconscious upon impact, when her head had crashed into the same window she'd been looking out of. She hadn't heard the sirens or felt the paramedics pulling her small body from the vehicle that would burst into flames only moments after they had retrieved her, nor did she see the second ambulance that would follow behind her's to the hospital, moving in silence. She would be unconscious for many more hours. When she awoke with her head swaddled in bandages, and a burst of dark angry color blooming over her left cheek and eye, and her left arm in a cast and sling, she would ask with a dry mouth and swollen tongue about her Mama. Then there would be silence and without anyone telling her she would know. Still she'd wait until they told her, praying all the while that everything was just a dream, or better yet a mistake that had never been made. She might have lay right in this spot and let the events play through her mind over and over again, but a voice was pulling her out of herself and forcing her to open her eyes to the world she wanted so desperately to hide from. "Kai, come on girl child, I know you ain't sleeping. There's no need of laying around like a no 'count bum when there's plenty of work to fill this day and the next." There was a brief pause, and then the covers were gone and the child felt the chill of the room seeping right through her red long underwear and into her skin. She opened her eyes pushing away the thoughts that clouded her mind. She didn't say a word as she grabbed her overalls from the bedpost, and poked her skinny legs through the stiff denim legs and fastened the straps over her shoulders. She turned and made the bed as the old woman who had interrupted her thoughts watched her closely. The woman watched the child, wishing she could soothe the hurt that lived in those small brown eyes. She knew nothing but time could ease that kind of pain but she also knew better than to let the child wallow in her sorrow. She had lived enough years to know that living in the past and not moving past the pain bred nothing but depression. Faith in God, love and hard work had been all she ever needed to get through and now she gave the child over to God, loved her as hard as she knew how, and taught the girl to work. As she watched the girl finish with the bed and walk past her into the bathroom, she prayed that God would keep watch over this child and the rest of the family for one more day. Kai awoke with a start. The images of her dream clung to the inside of her mind. Even with her eyes open she could see the image of that small cool bedroom that had seemed so big to a child's eyes. The pine floors that were so cold in the winter, scrubbed to a smooth dull shine, by many generations of hands. And then there was Mema, the big-boned broad shouldered woman, with high cheekbones and skin the color of nutmeg. Even when she'd been a little girl there had been threads of silver spinning their way through the thick dark hair that was so much like her own. She could even hear that voice fading into the second verse of a song that would forever be a part of her life. Let me at thy throne of mercy find a sweet relief, kneeling there in deep contrition; help my unbelief... Kai had been having this same dream for weeks, seeing Mema the way she had been when Kai was just a girl. Before sickness and time had worn the image she remembered into one she hadn't wanted to see. She pushed away the images along with the thoughts that surrounded them. She hadn't realized that she was crying until she ran her hands over her face in an upward motion that traveled into her thick unruly hair. She'd probably been crying in her sleep, at least this time she hadn't woken Randi. Turning onto her side Kai took care not to disturb the long lean figure lying beside her. She took in the beauty of the woman's face. The sharp angled planes of her cheeks and chin were softened by the slope of her forehead and the fullness of her lips. Kai knew she didn't love the young woman, yet she wasn't ready to give up the relationship that almost fulfilled her. Miranda was beautiful, intelligent, artistic, and sweet. Not to mention the fact that she was one hell of a cook and a consummate lover. She was in fact everything Kai was looking for, so much so that the woman wished she could will herself into loving the younger woman, but somehow she knew she couldn't. She was so tired of being alone and craving love, she was looking for something she couldn't quite grasp or define. She might have kept on searching and looking if everything in her world hadn't changed. For the second time she had lost the most important woman in her life. At the age of thirty she didn't feel robbed by Mema's passing, nor the keen sense of shock, that she'd felt with her own mother's untimely death. She hadn't been struck unaware, she'd long since realized the how precarious mortality could be, still even though Mema had been eighty-four years old Kai hadn't expected her to be gone so soon. She was still adjusting to the fact that she would never see her grandmother's smiling face or feel the warm strong embrace of her arms. Still even in her grief she found a sort of peace. Mema had, had a strong belief and faith in God, a belief that she had shared with and sometimes forced on her granddaughter. Kai had been there when they'd had nothing and watched as the old woman fell to her knees and prayed to an unseen entity. They had never been rich but they'd never been in need either, and what's more they had most of what they wanted. Kai wasn't sure what to make of it all, there were times when she doubted God and everything she'd learned in the small southern Baptist church her grandmother had taken her to Sunday after Sunday. Then there were times when she couldn't help but believe there was a God because she'd felt his presence and saw his hand at work, and then there were the times when she was too confused to contemplate exactly what she believed. It was in those times when she found it easy to eschew all things even remotely religious, when she chose not to consider her spiritual situation at all because she was tired of struggling and not knowing. Now something in her was ready for a change. Something in her craved that peace she'd witnessed in her grandmother, she'd found herself not only praying for it, but believing that her request would be answered. She knew her renewed faith would have pleased her grandmother to no end, but for the first time she was taking this step because she wanted to, or perhaps it was more accurate to say that she needed to. She knew that the changes in her life wouldn't be small nor would they prove easy. As always she knew the biggest issue would be her sexuality. She had struggled with who she was for years, always hiding in one way or another. When society had said it might be okay to be who she was, the church had said not so. Then society had backed down on nearly all the equalities it promised, and gone back on its word. Now here she was lying beside her lover, wondering if she was abnormal, and if she really was some sort of abomination. Kai wasn't sure just how to end this relationship, she was only sure that she was going to. She still hadn't decided on her sexuality but she had decided to forgo fornication at least for a little while. Without realizing it she found herself humming a refrain Savior.. Savior.. Hear my humble cry while on others thou art calling do not pass me by.... Randi opened her eyes at that moment as if the thought of her had brought on consciousness. She stretched her limbs and looked Kai right in the eye. She didn't know the song her lover was humming but at least she could guess why she saw the glint of tears in her eyes. She knew nothing of grief and mourning, had never felt the pain of losing a loved one. She didn't know what to say or not say. All she knew was the tears and dreams made her uncomfortable, and helpless. "Good Morning Baby," was all she said. Kai smiled in return, wishing her life was less complicated. "Good Morning." She replied. *************************** Makayla Childress lowered her head into her hands, she wanted to tear out her sleek jet black hair by the roots. Instead she sobbed softly into her perfectly manicured hands and wondered for the umpteenth time what she had done to deserve this. She wasn't surprised, no she'd known this moment was coming for the past six and a half months. She wasn't shocked, just incredibly sad. In the past ten years David had cheated on her more times than she cared to admit, the larger his congregation grew the more he seemed to stray. The first time she'd caught him in the act her heart had broken, but she'd stayed. She had loved him enough to try and forgive his mistake, had in fact loved his imperfection. She'd seen it as a test of her love and as a test of her faith in God. The second time she'd caught him she was a little less in love and not quite so ready to forgive, still she'd prayed and somehow found the strength to stay. By the third fourth and fifth time, she'd stopped praying all together and had no love for the man who's name she shared. By that time her Mama had already had a stroke and David was paying all the medical bills and making sure his mother was in the best senior care facility the city had to offer. David, loved to keep up appearances, and devoted son, dedicated pastor and faithful husband were all key parts of his well constructed facade. Forget the fact that all of the things he pretended to be had little to do with the man he really was. He'd always been so careful with his philandering, he'd never bought another woman into his marital bed, but he certainly had entertained them in his home. Away from the prying eyes of his more than 2000 members and eliminating any chance of a jealous husband or boyfriend catching him. He'd never gotten caught by anyone but Makayla, until now. Now he was caught and there was no way to deny that he'd slept with a girl a decade and a half younger that his own 33 years. The girl had a brand new two week old, with the DNA to prove that Pastor David Joseph Childress, had been doing more than fasting and praying and preaching. The girl and her grandmother had at first cried out for justice but apparently they were satisfied with a church funded scholarship for the girl to go to college, child support for the little boy who would have his maternal last name, and last but not least a undisclosed amount of money that they would take in exchange for their silence. His extramarital activity and rumors of it had been blatantly ignored by the leaders of the church until they'd had to make a payout. Now the Bishop had gotten involved which is why David and Makayla were being relocated. So here she sat in her barren living room surrounded by her life, that had been so easily boxed and labeled. Her marriage had long since been in tatters and on top of everything else she had to bear the burden of his latest affair. This young woman had been able to do something she herself hadn't accomplished in the last ten years. She had given David a child. Tears still coursed down her face as she moved from her position, she rose and walked for the last time, through the rooms of the house that had been her home for the last seven years. She wanted to have the faith to pray and call on Jesus but like her marriage she had given up on that union a long time ago. **************************** Kai had known Mema would leave her the house, what she hadn't known that the old drafty house would mean so much to her. She had thought she'd sell it and be done with it but now four months later she found herself living and working from the one place that truly felt like home. She could write from anywhere in the world, yet at this moment she couldn't think of anywhere she'd rather be. She'd seen the new neighbors moving in, and hoped they wouldn't disturb her too much, she'd come out here looking for some time to herself and she'd found just that. She'd been meaning to get to church but somehow she never made it, with the exception of Mema's funeral she hadn't set foot in a church in many, many years. She couldn't say exactly why she wouldn't go to church, the reasons and been so clearly defined all those years ago when she'd made the conscious decision to give up on organized religion but the older she got the weaker those reasons seemed until she almost forgot about them all together. She was past the place where being judged was reason enough to stay away. Hell if that was the case she might as well become a recluse because no matter where she went or who she was or wasn't somebody was going to be passing judgement. She also knew what she'd been taught all those years ago was starting to sound more and more like the way the truth and the light, she didn't go in for all the man made doctrine that had nothing to do with the bible but even so she had started to feel the beginnings of conviction and she didn't have the slightest idea how to reconcile herself with God and his house. She wished for the hundredth time that day that Mema could be there to tell her exactly what to do, or rather how to do what she knew she needed to do. She had prayed every night when she was a child in this very same house but now she didn't know how to talk to God. She had been trying to work but she found noting but distraction at every turn, after two hours of trying Kai gave up and shut off her laptop. She had decided to go tend to the garden that had been Mema's pride. It was more than a little out of control and weeds had very nearly choked the rose bushes to death. Mema had always pruned the rose bushes in the third week in March, she'd claimed that this was the ideal time, now her it was coming up on the beginning of June. From girlhood Kai had been recruited to help, she had forgotten most of what she learned, it had been years since she'd done any gardening at all. Now she was falling right back into the comfort zone she run from so hard and fast. The hours she had struggled to fill writing flew by as she weeded the garden, she had hoped to get to the pruning process but it was mid-afternoon when she found herself sweaty and exhausted from just pulling the intrusive weeds from around the dangerous beauty of the rose bushes. She was ready for a break and some kind of meal, she checked her watch surprised to see how much time had passed. She stood up rubbing the dull ache in her back that being on her knees for so long had brought on. Looking down on her handy work she at least felt like she accomplished something productive today. There was still much more work to be done but at least she hadn't idled away the hours. Mema was always saying something about idle hands being the devils workshop. **************************** Makayla had been watching the woman next door to her for at least an hour straight and off and on for longer than that. They'd been living in this teeny tiny town for two weeks and so far she hadn't caught so much as a glimpse of the woman who was kneeling in front of the dwarf roses and pulling weeds like her life depended on it. She couldn't help but think she'd seen this woman somewhere before, and as much as she racked her brain she just couldn't remember where. She couldn't say why she was watching the woman, the work she was doing wasn't particularly interesting, she would have written her gazing off as sheer boredom but there was plenty to do inside her own house to stave off boredom for the next few months. It was clear that they would have to sell a good deal of their furniture as the new house was simply to small to accommodate all of their belongings. As of right now at least half of the things she no longer had use for had been carted off to storage, the rest of it with the exception of the two bedrooms that had been set up everything else was still spread throughout the three bedroom house. She and David hadn't said much to each other since the relocation, at least not within the confines of their new home. She still presented the front of the perfect pastor's wife when they set foot in the church. But their home life was miles away from the loving union they presented. Without having to discuss it they had each claimed their own separate rooms with David taking the furniture that used to fill one of their many guest rooms. She had smirked when she'd seen the set he'd taken for his own. It was the one she'd caught him cheating on the time before the newest infidelity. She had been past the point of demanding he get rid of it, at the start of their marriage she would have cried and sold the set or set it aflame herself. At the time she had felt nothing beyond disgust and even that had been mild and diluted. She had taken their marital bed because it had been the only bedroom set she could be sure didn't come with the taint of fornication attached to it. Her church clothes alone filled the small walk in closet as well as the closet across the hall in the empty room, which had become her dressing room by default. Most of her remaining clothes were still packed up in boxes waiting to be put away. She didn't really mind living out of boxes it made this new home seem less permanent. She had been thinking about leaving this house and the farce of a marriage since the day she had set foot in the town. It was so small I t didn't even have its own airport, and the "mall" was a joke. The only thing stopping her was the fact that she had no money that wasn't somehow linked to David and no where to go. Her mother was living in a nursing home and she had long ago crossed and burned any bridges she had with her older sister. David had seen to that. Looking back she couldn't believe she'd turned her back on Cece so easily. The competition between them had always been fierce, Cecilia had married a Law student who went on to become one of the fiercest litigators in Memphis and later the district attorney, he was working his way up to being a judge. When Makayla had married David four years into her sister's marriage he had disliked Cecilia mostly because she had been against Makayla leaving school a semester shy of getting her BA in political science. The Preachers Wife As far as she was concerned it was stupid for her sister to throw away her own dreams behind some man, and she wasn't about to keep her thoughts to herself. Even when she herself had gotten married she had still been in the midst of going to medical school and she hadn't let love or her man get in the way of that. As much as David didn't like her, she couldn't stand his black ass even more, she recognized that he may have had charisma and could even talk a good game but he wasn't anywhere near as saved as he or her sister thought. But in the end it had been Charles who pushed him over the edge. Cece's husband made David feel backwards country and above all stupid, he didn't allow any man into his life that could provoke those feelings at least not if he wasn't in a position of authority. It had been easy to work his way between the sister's and use the church and God himself to keep them apart. In the beginning Makayla had been committed enough and fool enough to let him be her own personal Jesus and she didn't even know it. Now here it was seven years later and she didn't have her man and she'd turned on God just as easily as she had once turned to him. Makayla felt like she didn't have anyone or anything and what she needed now was a friend which is exactly why she was on her way over to her neighbors house carrying a tray of sweet tea and the last of the tea cakes she'd gotten from the local bakery. (That's right there was only one bakery in this small two bit town.) She had made up her mind on a whim and now that she was halfway there she wanted to turn back. It had been so long since she'd interacted with anyone outside of the church and she didn't even know what she was going to say to this girl. "Let's be friends" seemed a little to juvenile but nothing else sprang to mind. Before she could make up her mind to turn back the woman turned to face her so she had no choice but to continue her approach or look like a jackass. Kai turned to see a woman approaching, her breath caught in her throat for a moment as she stared at the beauty that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The sun hit the woman's face making her seem to glow in the warm afternoon. Her curly hair seemed just on the outskirts of being wild which was a direct contrast to the rest of her. She wore a sun-dress that would have seemed childlike if she didn't feel it out in exactly the right places. She had paired the flowered dress with a pair of pink pumps, her nails were short and polished in a light pink shade, and she wore no noticeable makeup. Still even when the only way to describe this women was proper there was something just under the surface that would have been downright sexy if she just knew how to work it. The silence between them was coming up on awkward when Makayla spoke. "Hi I'm Kayla Childress...your neighbor. I saw you out here working and figured you might want a drink." She paused holding out the tray. Kai helped herself to a glass and would have offered thanks if the woman hadn't continued to talk. "We, just moved in a few weeks ago and I figured it was time for an introduction." "I'm Kai Richards..." The woman continued to talk as Makayla remembered where she knew this woman from. She was a writer, famous by most people's standards. She had written black romances by the dozens. She had a huge following of faithful fans and she had been on more than a few talk shows promoting her work. There had been tons of backlash about four years ago when she was outed in a magazine by some vindictive ex-girlfriend. Her book sales had gone way down and her name had been on the lips of those very same talk show hosts who had always welcomed her. The fans felt cheated like a lesbian couldn't write heterosexual romance, they'd turned on the girl for a while but two books later she was back on the best seller list and in a new twist she had even included a lesbian character in the back story, the people were loving it since it was "in" to be gay nowadays. Makayla was so lost in her own thoughts that she had missed all of what Kai had said. Kai saw the moment the woman had stopped paying attention and she knew why. Most people recognized her name by now and every once in a while she got to watch as people connected her name with the books she'd written. She'd grown used being known and half the time she didn't mind. "You're that writer right?" "That's me." Kai said with a laugh, she had already covered her job description while the woman wasn't listening. "I'm just about done out here for now but I was about to get myself some lunch. You want to join me?" Makayla could see no reason not to join the woman, and she didn't have much else to do anyway. "Sure." They walked into the house with Kai leading the way. She wasn't looking to make any new friends especially female ones but something about this women seemed so vulnerable that Kai wasn't even sure how to turn her away. Right now she wanted nothing more than a hot shower and some food but she hadn't known how to dismiss the woman. She guessed it didn't matter one way or the other, even if she was interested in Kayla she could see that the woman was straight as a pin and probably repressed as hell in bed. In the kitchen Kai washed her hands and prepared a light lunch while they made conversation. Again hours flew by without her even noticing. Kayla seemed was just as shocked to find that they had spent four hours getting to know one another at first then laughing and talking like old friends. She left with a smile on her face, she would have stayed longer but she didn't want to wear out her welcome already. Over the next few months their friendship grew and developed Kai found out that her new friend was the preacher's wife and felt like a heathen. She started attending their church and enjoyed almost every aspect of it except for the pastor himself. She knew Mema would be telling her off if she could. She recognized that she had been taught to follow a leader she trusted and she had nothing but distrust for the man. Unlike his namesake in the bible he didn't seem to be after God's heart or any part of him. He did however seem to be after every woman who set foot in his church. Kai told herself she kept going because she was trying to get right but she knew she was there for her new friend. Kayla all but begged her to attend and there was something about the woman that made it hard to say no. She had never fully told Kai how bad her marriage was but as she got to know Kayla more and more, Kai saw how much it hurt her to be Mrs. David Childress, then she witnessed it first hand. It had taken David less than twenty minutes to proposition her when Kayla had invited her for Sunday dinner at their house. Kayla had disappeared into the kitchen to check on the dinner she was finishing when David had crept up behind Kai. She had been standing in the living room looking at pictures of the not so happy couple when she'd felt his hand brushing her ass. He had touched her so lightly it could have been a mistake if he weren't standing right behind her and whispering in her ear. She had wanted to punch him in the face, she was disgusted by the type of husband he was to say nothing of the type of pastor. They had just left church less than forty minutes ago. She hadn't had time to do much more than move away from him when Kayla reentered the room. She would have told him off right there if she hadn't seen the sharp look her friend had thrown the man. She apparently knew him up and down. Later on after David had disappeared into his study Kayla had come right out and asked her if David had made a move on her. When her friend didn't answer right away she jumped right into an apology, if she hadn't been looking the woman right in the eye she might have missed the sheen of tears. Right then she had wanted to reach out and hold Kayla, and she almost did until she realized that she wanted to do more than just hug her. Damn she knew she shouldn't have let this woman get so close now she didn't know how to put space between them without Kayla ending up hurt. She knew if she was going to really try and do right she couldn't keep involving herself in relationships that were going to tempt and test her, at least not when she was so weak. She also knew she had to get to a real church where she was receiving the word instead of just listening to the words that passed from some man's lips. If David was a messenger of God, then something was awry in the communication between them, because whatever he was putting out there it wasn't a message from God. The worst part of the whole thing was that Kai knew this and still kept right on going to his church, if she hadn't known better then maybe she wouldn't have had to fight so hard to justify her reasoning. Kayla watched the woman's face she saw pity there which she hated but there was something more than that in her friend's eyes. She just couldn't say exactly what. She felt Kai pulling away from her as surely as if the woman had gotten up and walked across the room. She blamed David and his actions for the distance that seemed to grow from that moment and hated him all the more for taking one more thing from her. She didn't know about Kai's struggle because her friend had never shared that part of herself with Kayla or anyone else for that matter. All Kayla knew is that over the next few weeks they seemed to drift apart even though she walked the short distance between their houses nearly everyday. When she wasn't walking over there Kai was coming to her house but still there was a space between them that hadn't been there before. Kai was trying to pull away from the attraction she felt for her pastor's wife but she found the woman in her dreams every night. The only thing that saved her was the fact that she knew the woman wouldn't welcome her advances. Still Kai haunted her dreams with her sweet face and hourglass figure. Kai knew if she could just find the faith to pray about it this wouldn't even be an issue. Yes she would still struggle but maybe she could at least find peace in the midst of all this turmoil. She knew she hadn't been reading her bible or going to church like she should, she wanted to have the faith but she just couldn't seem to keep her belief going from day to day. Now here they were more than a year into their friendship and Kai was finding that instead of going away or resolving itself in the face of her resistance she was more than just physically attracted to the woman she found herself wanting more than the satisfaction sex would bring. She knew she cared about Kayla and now she was afraid she was falling in love with her and she didn't have the slightest idea what to do about it. Kayla wasn't quite sure what was going on, she knew she'd caught her friend looking at her with more than friendship in mind. It had taken her months to figure out what those looks meant but instead of being put off, like she thought she would be she was flattered. At least somebody still found her attractive. She had come to like those looks and even want them which scared her more than a little. It wasn't that she was looking to get involved in an affair, especially one with a female. As many time as David had stepped out on her she couldn't do him the same way. It wasn't about love or anything like that she just didn't see herself as the type who would commit adultery but more and more she was starting to feel like she needed some type of physical contact. David hadn't touched her since they'd moved to this town and she knew he was already getting it elsewhere. In a town this small it'd be impossible not to know. She barely even went to church anymore herself because she couldn't do so without feeling the shame his infidelity brought. In Memphis at least everyone hadn't known her business or if they did they had the decency not to rub it all up in her face. Here it was like a slap in the face every time she saw one of the women he had slept with, and she saw at least once a week. They smiled in her face and even asked about her husband, one woman had the audacity to return one of his diamond studded cufflinks, that she had "found". Kayla could just imagine where the little bitch had found his jewelry. She just took the cufflink and smiled, she didn't care about him dicking every woman who would spread her thighs for him, she just wished he wouldn't embarrass her so damn much. At this point she was glad he didn't even try to touch her because she wasn't even about to have that, didn't even want it. Most of the time anyway. Still there were some times when she just wanted to be satisfied and her fingers couldn't do any justice to what her body was aching for. She found herself wondering just how it would be to be with Kai. During the time they'd known each other Kai had put out yet another book this time the Main character had been bi-sexual which had opened doors for all kinds of lesbian and heterosexual antics. Kayla had read the book at least three times and gone back to the sex many more times than that. She moved from wondering how it would be to be with her friend to imagining it. She was comfortable with the fantasy, but the wanting still scared her especially when it snuck up on her when Kai was right there in her presence. She had never even considered being with a woman, never entertained the thoughts or any of that. But something about Kai had her wondering what it would be like to kiss her lips and touch her skin to skin. More and more she was hoping something would happen between them, she wanted Kai to make the first move because she didn't know what to say and even more than that she knew she wouldn't be able to stand it if Kai rejected her. She was in her house thinking about her life and where her friendship with her neighbor when she heard a knock on the door. Kayla opened the door with a smile on her lips. It was the middle of the afternoon and she had expected it to be Kai. The smile slipped from her face when she saw the girl standing on the other side of her door. It wasn't Kai not even close , Crystal was standing there holding her son who wasn't quite two years old yet. Looking in her driveway she saw a black Ford Escort there was a man unloading what looked like suitcases from the trunk. A moment later her was standing behind the girl. The young man was just beyond being a teenager but he carried himself with more authority than his years could encompass. They stood there, no one had said a word and Kayla hadn't invited them in. After a few moments Crystal broke the silence. Her words rushed out all at once with no audible punctuation. "Listen, Miss Childress I know I shouldn't even be here except my Grandma is really sick, and she can't watch the baby no more. I'm in school and I don't have the money and I just thought he could spend some time with his Dad..." The girl paused as she stumbled over the word. "David ain't never even been to see him and Mark was sayin that ain't right and I think he's right. I bought all of Davey's clothes and toys and stuff and I still love him but I just can't keep him now." The girl was crying by the time she got to the end of the sentence. Kayla just stood there, she heard the girl talking and understood she just couldn't believe it. When the girl literally shoved the baby into her arms Kayla was still in shock. The girl had just dumped a baby on her and left in tears, with a man who Kayla could only assume was Mark. The child's bags and boxes were still sitting on the porch and the door was still open when Kai made her way across the lawn. She found her friend sitting on the sofa with a cute little boy, Kai was crying herself as she tried to console the screaming child. Kai walked over and took the little boy who was doing his best to get out of Kayla's arms. She sat beside her friend and undressed the little boy who was still wearing his jacket and hat. He was sweaty and screaming and probably panicked that he didn't know a single person in the room. Kai rocked him and patted his small back, singing to him until he was asleep. The only songs that jumped in her mind were the ones Mema used to sing, the woman had sung so much it had seemed like Kai's childhood was set to music. It wasn't hard to guess who the child was, Kayla had mentioned David having had a son and the little boy was the spitting image of his Daddy. Judging by the suitcases and boxes it was easy to guess what had happened. Her heart went out to her friend, when the baby was asleep Kai stood and lay the baby down in the spot she had just vacated. When she turned around Kayla was standing close enough for her to feel her breath. Without thinking she embraced the woman. Kayla fell into her arms still weeping, Kai rubbed her back and tried to console her. She held the woman tight and before she knew it they were kissing. She would have sworn that the woman had kissed her, but she wasn't sure. At first it was just lips on lips, then it was something more. Deeper and wetter as they tasted each other. Kai was the first to pull away remembering the child that lay on the couch. They didn't say anything about the kiss just as quick as they had found themselves together they broke apart. Neither woman even acknowledged the kiss, Kayla was the first to speak. "His mother just came and dropped him off. What am I supposed to do with some other woman's baby?" Kai answered "Take care of him." She knew it wasn't as easy or cut and dry as all of that, but then again it was. There was nothing Kayla could do but care for the child. He couldn't very well take care of himself and David was forever missing in action. "I'll help you if you need me to, you know I will." she went on. "I know you will Kai, I know you will." *************************** Over the course of the next two months Kayla found her life changing more than she could have ever imagined. Davey was a handful to be sure but he brought love into the household it was a feeling that hadn't occupied their lives in years. The house seemed to expand with the emotion. David didn't bond with the boy like Kayla did, the little boy seemed to be nothing but a nuisance to him. Or perhaps just a reminder of something he didn't want to remember. He'd managed to ignore the child's existence for close to two years and now here he was living in David's house without his say so or his desire. David had been livid when he'd come home and found the boy there, he didn't understand how Kayla could have let this happen. She claimed that the boy's mother had just left him there but David felt like she could have stopped this mess by simply refusing to take the child. He had never put his hands on her but he'd struck other women at other times in his life and just then he wanted to beat the hell out of her and put her in her place. Usually his wife wasn't a problem but ever since they moved she was a different woman. He blamed it on that friend of her's but try as he might he couldn't put himself between them. It didn't help that the little bitch lived right next door. She was in his house more than he was. At first he had been happy that Kayla had a friend, it at least distracted her and kept her from nagging him to death. By the time their closeness had started to get on his nerves it had been to late to halt it. He had no idea who Kai Richards was and had he known he might have taken more drastic measures. All he knew was he didn't like the woman, or the control she seemed to have over his wife and now his son. "I don't want that woman around my son, he acts like she's his Mama or something." Kayla was sitting in the kitchen feeding the child a bowl of applesauce. She hadn't even heard David moving about the house. She had in fact assumed that he was already gone, off doing whatever it was he did all day long. So when he stood at the entrance of the kitchen and spoke to her she damn near dropped the bowl she was holding because he had startled her. The Preachers Wife She turned her attention back to the little boy who looked so much like the man she used to love. "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about that friend of yours, she spends too much time here, and I don't want her around my son." Oh all of a sudden he's "your" son? He's been living here for four months and you haven't so much as held him now all of a sudden you want to come in here making demands like you've been any type of father?" Kayla spoke quietly but there was something in her voice that made David take pause if only for a moment. "He's always been my son. And this is my house and its about time I got it in order." Kayla couldn't help but laugh. "Putting your house in order? David please don't even try to preach to me." David took a deep breath. He wanted to punch the woman in the mouth, the only thing that held him in check was the fact that the child was sitting right there. Instead of lashing out at her he composed himself and answered. "I am a preacher, and it's about time I started preaching to you. Maybe if you went to church more often you'd be acting right. The bible says, wives..." "Have you lost your mind?" Kayla spoke interrupting what was sure to be a long winded sermon. "I know what the bible says about being a submissive wife, I also know what it says about adultery. Your familiar with Leviticus right? "If a man commits adultery with another man's wife—with the wife of his neighbor—both the adulterer and the adulteress must be put to death." or maybe you're more comfortable with Proverbs since killing all those women would qualify as mass murder "A man who commits adultery lacks judgment; who does so destroys himself." David just stood there not sure what to say or who his wife had become. "Just make sure that women isn't in my house when I get home." He turned and walked away as if the issue had been resolved by his decree. Kayla rolled her eyes tired of him and the argument he had started, seemingly out of nowhere. "Whatever." She said to his already retreating back. She didn't see David pause in the hallway, or the way he clenched and unclenched his fists like a man preparing for a fight. She looked at the baby and smiled "His mama should have named him Hananiah." The child laughed and clapped his hands like he knew exactly what she had just said. ************** "Girl he was trippin, he was like just make sure that woman ain't there when I come home." Kayla had just finished relaying the argument with David to Kai. The two of them were sitting in the living room talking over some daytime talk-show that played on low on the television. The baby had just gone down for a nap in the room that had been converted into a nursery. "I don't know what his problem is we've been friends for nearly two years and now he wants to act like he can just walk in and change everything." Kai just smiled, but her heart had skipped a beat and she was a little worried. From what Kayla had told her David had been making decisions like that for years. Hadn't he been able to come between the woman and her own sister? Hadn't he kept her from having friends when they lived in Memphis? So how could she be sure Kayla wouldn't put her down as easily? She didn't realize that she herself was the one who gave her friend the strength and confidence to step out of the confines she been living in and be her own woman. She had no idea how much she meant to Kayla or how strong the bond between them had grown. She had sort of come to terms with being in love her best friend and she knew that losing the woman would break her heart. Kayla watched her friend aware that Kai had stopped listening. She knew the woman well enough to recognize the emotions that played across her face. What she saw there was fear and loss. She knew if the roles were reversed she'd be afraid of losing her friend but she wished Kai had more faith in her. Based on her track record she could understand, but she didn't have to like it. She moved closer to the woman and cupped her face in the palm of her hand. Forcing Kai to stare directly into her eyes. "You know we're good right?" Kai didn't answer, she was to busy staring into the woman's eyes and breathing in her scent. "Right?" Kayla repeated. "Right." Kai said just above a whisper. Kayla kept right on looking into the woman's eyes even after she'd gotten her answer. Without thinking she closed the space between them and touched her mouth to Kai's. She kissed her like a long lost lover. With the exception of the kiss they'd shared months ago no one had touched Kayla in nearly two years. It wasn't just that she needed to be touched and held and kissed, she wanted Kai to be the one to do it. She was only mildly shocked that she'd been the one to make the first move. She'd realized some time ago that Kai wouldn't seduce her and she hadn't exactly known how to be the seductress but she knew if she got a chance she would go for it. Kai kissed the woman back opening her own lips, and touched the tip of her tongue to Kayla's mouth. Kayla opened easily deepening the kiss and sucking the woman's tongue. She was still cupping the girl's face when they pulled apart. "Are you sure?" Was all Kai said. Instead of answering the question Kayla stood and stripped off her pants and shirt. She wore a pair of simple black cotton bikini panties and a black bra but Kai couldn't remember seeing anything more beautiful. Not that she was raking her brain or anything, the only thing she could focus on was the woman in front of her. She was so exquisitely designed, all full curves and smooth brown skin. Kai reached out and ran her fingertips along the surface of Kayla's abdomen. She heard the way the woman's breath caught in her throat as she touched her. She touched the woman every where pulling her down and allowing her to straddle her own hips. They kissed again while they touched each other everywhere. Kai moved her lips from Kayla's and kissed her neck, letting her hands cup the smaller woman's full breasts. She pulled the woman's left nipple between her fingers and pinched it through the bra her friend still wore. Kayla gasped at the sensation and arched her back pushing toward the point of contact. Kai dipped her fingers between the woman's thighs and felt the heat and wetness of her through the panties she wore. Cupping the woman's pussy in her hand she squeezed eliciting another moan from her, she squeezed again and Kayla whispered her name. Kai wanted this so much she could hardly think, she knew she shouldn't but she also knew she would. She should have walked away, and not let things get this far but all the while she'd known if it came to this she wasn't going to say no, which is exactly why is should have never come to this. Already pushing her doubts regrets aside, she turned slightly and lowered the woman onto the couch. She hovered above her for a moment memorizing her features, then she reached out and touched her face. She ran her fingertips over the smooth plain of the woman's cheekbone and cupped her chin in her own palm. Once again she felt the need to ask, "Are you sure?" She almost wanted Kayla to say no. She knew she herself wouldn't resist but if her friend put a stop to this interaction then she wouldn't push the issue. Kayla nodded, she was sure. She had never been more sure of anything in her life. She craved this woman, had been wanting her for the better part of their friendship, and now that she had her she wasn't about to let her go. Kai closed the space between them and once again kissed her friend's full lips. She lingered there enjoying the taste and feel of the woman's lips and tongue on her own. She moved her lips down the woman's body kissing all the skin that wasn't covered by fabric. She let her hands and lips touch Kai everywhere and when she wasn't kissing her she was telling the woman how beautiful she was. Kai was mesmerized with the girl's touch. David had been the second man to touch her, and neither man had ever invested the time that this woman was taking. She didn't think it had to do with gender so much as the fact that both David and Charles were selfish partners. Charles because of his age and inexperience, he'd only wanted to claim the "prize", he didn't much care about the game. David was a different story he had plenty of experience with women he just didn't take the time to truly satisfy her. At first she hadn't even known her satisfaction was supposed to be a part of sex. Even her own mother had made it seem like sex was something a wife did as chore or a duty rather and it didn't necessarily have to be enjoyed. She hadn't even talked to the woman about premarital sex. She knew Mama would have frowned on the whole aspect of her daughter having sex. They had grown up in a "good Christian home"where sex and even talk about sex was a no-no. forget the fact that her mother was unmarried and had two daughter's that didn't share the same father, forget the fact that there had been a steady rotation of men coming in and out of there lives on the regular basis. Kai was ten before she realized that an uncle wasn't a man who showed up for a few months at a time and sometimes spent the night, creeping in when the girl's were supposed to be asleep, and then creeping out of their Mama's room in the early morning to leave. She and Cece had grown up going to church and reading the bible. She knew her Mama had tried to do right by them but the girl's had conflicting veiws about that. Cece was forever calling her mother a hypocrite and smirking every time their Mama showed up with a new "uncle" for them to meet. She had understood the nature of what was going on behind those closed doors late at night. She hadn't explained it to her sister, she had in fact tried to shield the girl from what kind of woman their mother was on everyday but Sunday. At the time Kayla hadn't even known what the word hypocrite meant. Hadn't understood that the knocking sound they sometimes heard on their wall late at night, was the sound of the headboard striking the wall in her mother's room. She was almost grown before she equated the sounds she heard as a child with the very adult things that they denoted. By that time Cece had long since struck out on her own and even though she was older Kayla never was comfortable with discussing sex, even with her own sister. Instead she had made her own deductions and was left deflowered but still naive. She had thought Charles was the man she would marry, had confused the lust he made her feel physically with love. He'd let her because he'd wanted to be the one to introduce her to sex and hadn't really put much stock in her feelings. He'd ultimately felt bad when he'd ended it, for all his disbelief the girl really did seem to love him. It had taken her years to realize she'd dodged a bullet with him, the sex had been mediocre at best and she hadn't loved him at all, over time she knew that would have hurt them more than anything else. David had come along and swept her off her feet, whats more he didn't pressure about sex the way other boys did. He was also a few years older than her and seemed so mature. On top of all that he went to church and was a preacher. They even went to church together and could share similar stories about growing up in church. She'd thought they were meant for each other. It had taken him more than a year of courting to even get past the wall she had built around her heart but through it all he'd been so patient with her which made her love him all the more. She didn't know that even while he was courting her and setting her up as his future he was out there sleeping with every bitch that shook her ass in his direction. She didn't even suspect it which was why she went right on and loved him. After two years of dating they were married. And for a little while they were even happy. Then he'd started to show her who he really was. All these thoughts struck Kayla in the space of a moment then she was focused on the present and how good Kai was making her feel. Kai had removed the woman's bra and pulled her left nipple between her lips. She sucked gently at first and then a little harder. She was listening to the way her friend responded with little gasps and moans. She was slightly surprised to find that the woman liked it just a little rough. She'd have thought Kayla was all about the sweet and gentle. She dipped her finger's between the woman's thighs and into the band of the panties she still wore as she switched her mouth to Kayla's right nipple. She bit, licked and sucked as she stroked her finger's against the woman's slick lips. Kayla was wet and open and didn't think she'd ever been so turned on. Kai slipped her finger's between the woman's lips penetrating her and making her moan. Stroking her fingers in and out while she continued to switch from one breast to the other with her lips. Kayla's responded moving her hips and chasing Kai's probing fingers. Kai moved faster, determined to drive the woman over the edge. She felt the exact moment when the silky wetness in her friends core became thicker. She curved her fingers and knew she was hitting the right spot when the woman's thighs tensed around her, Kayla was trembling and moaning when she went over the edge. She lay there still trembling just a little as Kai slipped her fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean. She watched as the woman repositioned herself and pressed her face to the place had just vacated. Kai kissed the woman tasting her through the panties she still wore. She rubbed her face against the fabric of the woman's panties and gently nipped her lips. She was lost in the taste and feel of the woman and Kai was lost in the sensation of it all. David flat out refused to give her any kind of oral sex and Charles had claimed not to like the taste of her. Kai didn't seem to have any objections. She had eased the woman's panties off and given her pussy a wet open mouthed kiss, before spreading her lips and pushing her tongue into Kayla's core. She couldn't help but raise her hips to meet the thrusts of her friends tongue. She was going over the edge again before she knew it. She grabbed handfuls of the woman's long thick hair and rode her face as her climax ripped through her. Kai kept right on fucking the woman with her tongue, loving the taste and feel of her pussy. She held the girl's hips in her hands and moved her tongue up, flicking her friends hard wet clit. Kayla screamed and her body went slack as Kai sucked and licked the little pearl of flesh. She damn near passed out, and still Kai didn't let up. She couldn't get enough of this woman. They were both wet with sweat and Kayla's scent when she finally brought her lips back to the woman's mouth for a wet sticky kiss. Kayla found herself liking her own taste but wasn't quite sure if she could touch the woman the way she herself had just been touched. She wanted to no doubt about that she just wasn't sure of exactly what to do. They were just laying there with Kai holding her naked body against her own fully clothed one. Kai had mistaken the woman's hesitation as reluctance and wondered how soon the regret would follow. Now that she had satiated some of her need to touch Kayla she was starting to wonder why she had even gone this far. She knew she shouldn't have, she didn't want to lose a friend behind some good pussy but now she'd crossed the line and guessed she would have to take whatever consequences her actions had garnered. She kissed the woman again before disentangling herself and standing. She needed to think and there was no way she was going to be able to focus in Kayla's presence, especially if the woman was going to be naked. "I should go home, I'll see you later." Kayla was a little stunned she wasn't sure what to say. The departure was abrupt and seemed a little cold. She nodded not trusting herself to speak, how could something so beautiful suddenly seem so ugly and cheap. She wanted to believe that her friend wasn't just trying to get some. Hell she herself was the one who'd initiated this little rendevous but she hadn't expected Kai to disappear afterwards. She wasn't quite sure what she expected but not this. Part two is coming shortly... Do not reproduce this story without the authors permission. Please take a few moments to vote and send a public comment or feedback The Preachers Wife. I was carrying a load of cloths on hangers, the final trip until tomorrow morning when I was leaving in the RV for warmer climates. As I left the garage I spied Lee walking down the road, hands in her jacket pockets, head down against the cold breeze. "It's a cold walk today." I commented. She looked up and came over to the end of the drive. "It is. I noticed you load your RV these last couple days. When are you leaving?" "First thing in the morning. This is the last load." "It's a big RV." She said, "The one we had fit on the back of a pickup. It must be nice to get away for the winter." "It is! Come on and take a look inside." "Oh, I better get moving...." "You look cold," I interrupted. "It's warm in the RV. I'm testing the heater and everything I can think of before leaving." She hesitated and then moved toward me. I opened the RV door and followed her in. "It IS nice and warm in here..... My gosh look at how big this is. I never realized how much room there is when it slides out." "I'll just hang these in the closet and give you the deluxe tour." I went back to the bedroom. When I closed the closet door I realized Lee had followed me. She was reaching up, touching the TV over the bedroom window. Her jacket was unzipped, hanging open. A faded blue T shirt outlined fantastic breasts & erect nipples. She was braless! She blushed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't expect to see anybody. I just got out of the shower and decided I needed to take a walk." Then she blushed even more. I need to clarify who Lee is. Lee's husband is a preacher at a local fundamentalist church. She has been the dutiful preacher's wife so far as I could tell. The few times I saw her socially Lee was quiet, primly dress and let her husband do the talking. Therefore my reaction when I realized she was braless. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. It's a guy thing. You know we can't resist looking. Please forgive my bad manners. Being braless is common now days anyway." She uncrossed her arms, then pulled the front of her jacket together. I wondered if she would zip it back up. To break the awkwardness of the moment I quickly moved past her to point out the obvious features of the vanity and shower. Pausing at the refrigerator I took a quick look, she seemed O.K. The jacket was still unzipped and open. Being careful to look her in the face I asked, "It's after 4:30 so I was thinking of having a drink. Will you join me?" "I really need to get going......" I stuck my head in the refrigerator, "Can I get you a Pepsi? I think I have some wine..... " She wasn't moving toward the door so I continued, "I'm having a Martini. I see I have some orange juice. How about a Screw Driver? You know, orange juice with a little vodka." My pulse was way up. "Mmmm. I don't drink....... Well, uh, Caleb's gone until tomorrow so I don't need to have his dinner ready.... Maybe just a little orange juice then. And, and just a touch of vodka since you are having some." She sat on the couch while I put ice in glasses. Lee was struggling to get out of her jacket so I leaned over to pull on a sleeve. When her hand finally slipped out she looked up to thank me. Of course I was staring at her breasts. About then I became aware my swelling dick was obvious and only a few inches from her face. Our eyes locked.... Her face turned a bright red. "Are you getting.... Are you going to get funny?" she whispered. I tossed her jacket aside and sat on the couch beside her. "God Lee. I'm so sorry. Of course I wouldn't do anything! Please forgive....." "No, no. It's O.K. I'm just so dumb about such things. I've never even gone braless out of the house before. I feel so stupid. I guess I thought you would want to..... you know." She glanced at my erection and flushed again when she met my eyes. It was my turn to be startled. It finally dawned on me what was going on. "Jeeze Lee. How could I not be interested! You look fantastic braless." She smiled for the first time. "Really? You think so?" She looked down, changing to a sad, serious look "I sometimes wonder..... well, no one has ever.... It's just that I doubt if anybody would want me that way." Looking up at me she asked, "Really? So you think I'm.... Well, you know..." "My god yes!" I put a hand to her cheek and moved to kiss her. She met me with a marvelous, soft, longing kiss. Lee sighed and sat back. "Oh. WHAT am I doing? That was... uh, exciting. Here I am, an adult woman and NEVER done anything the least bit untraditional before." "You're kidding." I ungallantly exclaimed. "When was the last time you kissed someone other than Caleb?" "Almost nobody but him. I was a very shy, 15 when Caleb came along." "Amazing!" I needed a moment to try and assimilate what was happening here. "Let me finish making those drinks." My dick was thick and trapped in my shorts so while I had my back turned I adjusted it more comfortably down my pants leg. Neither of us spoke until I handed Lee her drink. I asked, "I'm confused Lee, you met Caleb in school? It can't be. He's a lot older than you." "No. That's when he was pastor at our church down near Hanford where we were living." Drink in hand I sat and turned toward Lee. I was about to say something when I realized she was checking my pants. Glancing at bulge she said with a smirk, "You look at my chest and I'll look at that." She tilted her head indicating the huge bulge in my pants. We both took a sip of our drinks while looking each other in the eyes. "After looking comes touching." I ventured. Her eyes never left mine as she replied, "Who goes first?" "Guests always first." I answered. Her eyes still locked on mine she slowly reached over and pressed her fingers to the bulge. I carefully cupped a breast, my thumb caressing a hard nipple. Her fingers tightened around my dick causing it to surge and harden. "We are going to do IT then?" she asked squeezing my dick. "I feel so stupid... I've never.... Well, you'll have tell me what me to do." "I doubt if you will need to be told." Standing I took her hand, "Come, I'm sure we'll figure it out." I led the way to the bed where Lee hesitated. Sitting I said, "I want to undress you." She stood waiting. I reached for her jeans, Unsnapped them and sliding my hands on each hip pushed her under pants and jeans to her ankles. I lifted each foot to remove her shoes and pants. I ran my hands up the outside of her legs, thighs and across to place a palm across her butt. My other hand moved to lightly press the thatch of black hair before moving down to slide a finger between her warm, moist flesh. With a cooing sound, Lee made an awkward, shakey move to open her thighs and steadied herself against the wall. I slowly rubbed and then entered her with a well lubricated finger, watching her face, eyes closed, and trembling. When she opened her eyes I sat back and gazed at her nakedness. Lee stood still, studying my face as my eyes roved up and down her lovely slim body. "I want to watch you take your T shirt off." Lee crossed her arms, grasped the bottom of the T shirt and slowly pulled it up over her breasts. She pulled the T shirt over her head, long hair falling to her shoulders. Lee slowly turned in a full circle for me. My heart was pounding with excitement. My god but she is beautiful. A perfect ass, thin body and very firm, large, dark nippled breasts. "Oh Bob," she whispered, "I do excite you, don't I?" She sat on the bed beside me and lay back. "I want you inside me. Please do it quickly." I was still dressed so I stood, kicked my shoes off and while Lee moved back and spread her legs, I gazed at her glistening crotch and pushed my pants down allowing my dick to swing free. She lay back, arms and legs outstretched, eyes closed. I moved over her, guided my dick between her legs and slowly entered her. She whispered, "Oh ...my.... god!..." Just two thrusts and I was full in. I held there, pulsing my dick. She made a small sound each time it jerked. Lee was still in her original position, eyes closed, arms and legs out like a statue. Holding myself full in I took a nipple between my lips. That caused a moan and raising of her chest to press into my open mouth. I noticed that she didn't move except for small gasps of passion. I raised my lips to hers, kissed her firmly, while slowly moving my cock deep inside her. I could feel her pelvis move against mine. Her arms moved up and down like a snow angel, but she otherwise lay like a statue. Raising my head I looked at her closed eyes and said, "Lee honey, please relax. Let go. Hug me. Let your body move as it wants to. Share this excitement with me." Her eyes opened and she gazed deeply into mine. The wondering, wanting glow deep in her dark eyes sent electricity down my body and to my cock. Staring at each other I began the fatal, hard, urgent pumping that quickly brought me off. She too began to gasp and grind her hips and then she began a high pitch squeal that changed to a gasping just as I came, blasting jet after jet of cum into her. I slowly rolled to my side pulling her on top of me. She lay her head on my chest and shivered. "Bob. What just happened? I NEVER went off when 'Doing-It' before." She made a couple experimental pumps with her butt. "Eeeew. That's so good. I don't want you to ever take it out." I lay one arm lightly over her back and with the other grasped a butt cheek, encouraging her to continue pumping. She obliged, moving carefully up and then a quick downward thrust to impale herself. Amazingly I was still hard as a rock. Her pussy clung to my cock with an unfinished urgency. Lee whispered, "Do you think we can try and go off again?" "Let's try." I answered giving my cock a hard shove upwards. "Oooo...., eeee, Uuh! Wow!" "Did I hurt you? Sorry." "That alright. It was just for a second. You went really deep." As she lay on me pumping her ass, I gradually slipped a finger between her butt cheeks until I found the button. Lee was on her elbows, face scrunched up, eyes closed, moving at a slow, deliberate pace. She emitted little humming sounds each time my finger tip touched her sphincter. I couldn't hold out. "Stop a minute! I'm going to cum if you keep that up." "Uh ah." Was all she said and continued as before. I knew if I came again that would be it for a while. I pushed my finger, forcing her down tight on my cock. "Oh yes, OH YES!" she hollered. Her pussy began pulsing and rippling on my fully embedded cock. "Ow. Oooh. It's too far in! ..... No, don't stop. Don't stop, Don't stop." I wasn't moving. She was. Harder and harder, down tight on my cock, slapping my body with hers. Her head dropped beside mine, she grabbed my shoulders and pulled her breasts to me, breathing heavily in my ear. I went off again telling her quietly, "I'm cuming, I'm cuming." "Me too. Me too.", she whispered and kept moving. I shot what I had and worried that I'd get soft before she was done. It was worry for no reason. My cock remained hard until she lay on me out of breath. "Oooo. That one lasted forever." Eventually she rolled over to lay beside me, one leg over my hip, her wet, drooling pussy against my thigh. ---- Chapter 1--- --- END --- The Preacher's Wife My name is Ted Ashton and I am twenty-six years old. I am assistant pastor at what some of our detractors have called the richest church in northern Virginia. We are that, of course, but I don't like to describe us that way. It was a choice job offer that I got right after I received my Doctor of Theology degree. Unlike most assistant positions it paid well and I was looking forward to a good appointment in one of several churches in Virginia or North Carolina where several pastors were well into their sixties. I had preached sermons by invitation in several of these churches and I thought some were looking me over seriously. In school, Homiletics was my best subject and I took pride in reaching my listeners with a simple, clear message that they understood, remembered, and took to heart. There was a professor at Chapel Hill who gave a lot of talks about "The Historical Jesus" and every time one of my flock heard him I was faced with questions. I finally developed a sermon titled "The Historical Jesus in a Christian Context" which turned out to be the most popular sermon I had ever given, as well as a popular Sunday school lesson. I was often asked to give that sermon. Unfortunately it was not popular with some of my friends who were theological scholars. The last time I was in Danville at a theological meeting I took a lot of good-natured kidding from them. My pastor was Doctor Wade Jiles, from an old southern family. He had been a very successful minister and, like many pastors in our denomination he had received the DD degree, which was an honorary degree. This meant he was addressed as "Doctor." For reasons lost in the mists of history, our denomination preferred to address their ministers as "Doctor" rather than "Reverend" or "Pastor" like the Lutherans. It was often said, and sometimes it was true, that if a congregation donated enough money to a seminary, their pastor would get a DD. Dr. Jiles was past his middle fifties and his health was not good. There was talk of his moving to emeritus status. This would open a position for me and I had several enthusiastic supporters in our church. Dr. Jiles wife, Pam, was a solid rock of support for him and, indeed, she was a key leader in our church. Her education had been in counseling, and she was consulted more often, even, than her husband by parishioners seeking advice. Their daughter, Chris was a senior at Charlottesville, majoring, like her mother, in psychology. She was destined to be a preacher's wife. I had dated Chris on numerous occasions and I think Dr. Jiles saw me as a prospective son. I agreed. In short, I felt like I was knowledgeable and on top of things and in control and ready to advance in my chosen profession. Then my safe and cozy world collapsed all around me in an unlikely series of unbelievable events and I found myself in an impossible situation, as difficult to describe, as it is to imagine. It all began in Dr. Jiles' study just off the sanctuary on a cloudy fall afternoon. Dr. Jiles sat me down in a big, soft leather chair where people consulting him always sat. He was at his desk and he began to speak in a solemn voice. "Ted, there have been some developments in my medical condition. It's hard for me to discuss this because it is so very personal. Pam and I have talked about it night after night and we have finally reached what we think is a possible solution -- an unusual solution -- you may even think it bizarre. But it all depends upon you. I want you to have a talk with Pam about my condition and then you and I need to talk again." It was a simple direct statement and when he completed it he rose from his chair and left the room, holding the door open for Pam who entered and sat down. When he was gone and the door was closed, Pam began to talk in the same solemn voice her husband had used. "It's so painful, that Wade can hardly talk about it, even with me. On his annual physical exam, the blood test for his prostate was elevated. He had a biopsy and they found cancer. After a lot of talk and tests we decided to have surgery. We kept everything very quiet and went to Hopkins where the best guy in the field operates. But even the best guys aren't always perfect. The wrong nerves got cut and he became impotent." Pam poured a glass of water from a pitcher on the desk and offered me a drink. I declined and she drank half the glass herself. I think she wanted time for me to absorb the gravity of what she had said. I remembered the "vacation" they took six months ago. I had preached a series of sermons on Job while he was gone. Pam continued. "Our life became a living hell! We have always had a solid sexual relationship and he was frustrated with a desire he couldn't fulfill. I was just as frustrated as he was. And, although I tried to keep that a secret from him, I think he figured it out." "Then last month his scans and blood tests showed that the tumor had spread. That's when his doctor tried to suppress his male hormones with a drug called leupro-something. I think it might have been leuprolide or leuproside. Anyway he had a very bad allergic reaction -- like a heart attack. They said he couldn't take that drug, or anything like it ever again." She poured some more water and sipped some before asking me if I understood. "Do you know what that means? What they have to do now?" It sounded bad. "Do you mean? He might die?" "No, not die. There's still a treatment that often controls prostate cancer. Do you know what I'm talking about?" I shook my head no. She said it harshly, head down looking at the desk. "Castration! They're gonna castrate him! If he can't take that drug, that's the only way to shut off the male hormones that are making his cancer grow. " I didn't know what to say. I sat in silence. Finally Pam looked up at me. "They said, at least his desire for sex will go away." I didn't say anything and she continued, again staring at the desk. "They're gonna cut off his balls. It's actually the best thing for him. He'll be a lot better off with his balls hanging in a bottle of formalin in the hospital path lab than swinging between his legs sending ideas to his head that his dick can't follow up on." "Jesus!" I said. I was very surprised at her frankness and the language she had used. Then after a moment of silence she said, "For him, maybe, but not for me! I haven't had sex for six months. It's starting to affect my mind. I told him I couldn't go on like this. I'm fifty-two and a lot of women don't need it at that age but I can't go on this way. I just can't." She sat there, obviously in severe mental pain. Then she got up without a word and walked out of the room. She held the door open for Dr. Jiles who entered and closed it behind him. He moved to the desk and sat down. Then began the strangest conversation I had ever engaged in. Sex was not mentioned once. He talked in the most general terms -- almost like a sermon. I tried to ask questions but all I got back were generalities about people and needs and sins and God and right and wrong and casting the first stone. And when he finished he got up and, wordlessly, left me alone in the room. I felt strange. Very strange. He talked gibberish but somehow I understood. He had not said it! He had never said it! And yet, as I got up and walked out of the church through a silent, empty sanctuary, I knew in my heart what he was asking me to do. He was asking me to fuck his wife! Alone in my apartment that night I thought again and again about that conversation. I'm a preacher, but not a prude. I'd fucked my share of girls since college. Of course I had to be very careful to avoid even the slightest suspicion. I had always thought of it as a search for "safe pussy." I even had a set of rules: never a gal from the church; never a gal who might get serious; preferably a gal from another town and, best of all, a gal I met while attending a meeting as far away from home as possible. So far I had a spotless reputation. But fuck the preacher's wife? It was so absurd that no one would ever suspect it, but still? What the hell was I going to do? And Wade, poor Wade! They were gonna castrate Wade Jiles. Castration! What an ugly thing! I remembered reading about the Barbary pirates capturing Christians from ships in the Mediterranean and holding them for ransom. When they got a young couple they would castrate the husband so he could work in some Algerian brothel where he watched his wife get regularly fucked, her market value declining with each thick Algerian penis she serviced. When she was just a worn-out whore, they would accept the ransom money and send the two back to Europe -- still a couple, but now mismatched -- the wife conditioned for heavy use and the husband without his testicles. The King James Bible on the table caught my eye. It reminded me that the Barbary pirates were not alone. The English had raised castration to the level of a spectator sport. After capturing the men who conspired to kill King James by blowing up Parliament in 1605, a half-dozen prisoners were led to a scaffold erected in the Old Palace Yard at Westminster. Before a jeering, laughing crowd of spectators, they were stripped and castrated -- their testicles flung out to the waiting hounds. After this indignity they were executed. It was the women who laughed the loudest and moved up closest for the best view. I could almost hear the shrieks of the struggling prisoners drowned out by the raucous laughter of the street women at the edge of the scaffolding, watching the gleaming little blade do its emasculating work -- again and again and again. Until modern times, Nov 5th has been celebrated as Guy Fawkes Night with bonfires in memory that execution. My mind recoiled at the thought of castration. The next morning things proceeded apace. Dr. Jiles invited me over to his house that evening for drinks and hors d'œuvres. I had an idea what was supposed to happen. It was a friendly evening, finishing with Dr. Jiles saying he was going to leave to visit a number of sick and home-bound parishioners. When he left there was a prolonged and uncomfortable silence. Pam and I looked at each other without speaking. I realized I was supposed to fuck her. But, how the hell do you do that to a dignified, middle-aged lady you had always respected as a leader of the church? She was almost thirty years older than I was. At the moment, however, she was far from dignified. I had seen horny women before and Pam was the perfect image of a horny woman. Her facial expression was slack, her mouth slightly open, and her breathing was heavy. She was almost trembling in anticipation. After a long, uncomfortable silence, Pam said, "Let's go up to the guest bedroom." We went upstairs and into the guest room. The house was empty but Pam closed the door anyway. When she turned to face me she was trembling. Clearly she wanted to fuck. She hadn't felt a hard one in six months. She needed to spread her legs and take one deep. "Do you want the lights on or off?" Pam asked. "Leave them on," I said. "I'm fifty-two years old and I'm not skinny," Pam said. "Are you sure?" "I'm sure," I said. If I was gonna fuck this horny bitch I wanted to see what she looked like. I'd never fucked a gal who was over thirty -- or at least admitted she was over thirty. I had no idea what I was in for with a fifty-two year old. I didn't even know if I could get it up. Pam reached behind her back, unbuttoned her dress, slipped her arms out and the dress fell to the floor. She stepped out of it. She was wearing a bra and half-slip. She hooked her thumbs in the half-slip and took it off, throwing in on the floor with her dress. She stood before me in bra and panties. She did not have hose on and she was wearing what some gals called "granny-heels" -- the two-inch heels that she usually wore to church. She was about five-six and must have weighed at least a hundred and forty pounds. Her tits sagged, even in a strong matron's bra. Her thighs were a bit heavy, but not really that bad and her legs actually might have looked pretty good in spike heels. Her belly pooched out a little in her panties. But the thing that I noticed first was her beaver. It was visible through her white panties and the hair grew down on her inner thighs at least an inch. She could never have worn a regular bathing suit with a beaver like that. It was dark brunet and the curly hair was so thick it grew up on her belly in a point, like a man's pubic hair. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and when it came off those big tits sagged down and jiggled with every movement. She had huge nipples and they were erect. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down, kicking them off into the pile with her other clothes. Then she just stood there stark naked, trembling in anticipation, and let me look at her. That was the hairiest pussy I had ever seen in my life and this lady was obviously very eager to fuck. I figured I had better undress and I did so. She watched me hungrily as I stripped. When I was naked she walked over to me rapidly and dropped to her knees on the lush carpet. Grabbing my flaccid cock she took it into her mouth and I felt her tongue start to work on it as she lightly massaged my testicles with her fingers. Gals had sucked my dick before but never as skillfully as this. She had me erect before I even realized it. Then she reached around me and took my butt in both her hands and pulled me forward so my cock went deep into her mouth -- then deeper -- and finally her lips were in my pubic hair. I had seven inches. Jesus! Deep throat! How the hell did a preacher's wife learn to deep throat? I was turning on. In a single motion she reached up and grabbed my hands and pulled me down on my knees between her legs. She spread her legs as wide as she could, lifted her knees up in the air, and guided my cock into a big, wet, soft, loose, sloppy pussy. I couldn't help myself -- I started to hump. She was panting with excitement. She matched me hump for hump and laid back. I supported my weight on my hands and looked down at those big breasts rolling back and forth on her chest as we fucked. "Do it! Yes! Yes! Do it!" Pam cried out. Her eyes were closed, her back was arched, and her head was thrown back on the rug. Her arms were around me with her hands on my ass pulling me hard against her. She was so horny that in less than a minute her orgasm began and she started to scream. My God! She's a screamer! It was a damn good thing the house was empty. She had an orgasm but her pussy was so loose that I hardly felt any contractions. I kept on fucking her and she lowered her legs enough to change the way my pubic bone pressed into her beaver. She put her hands on my hips and positioned me in a special way. I wondered what the hell she was doing, but I kept on fucking the horny bitch. And then I felt it! She had the biggest clitoris I had ever seen. It was rock hard like a little penis and was almost the size of my thumb. I had not seen that huge clitoris when she stripped naked, because it had been hidden by her lush pubic hair. What she had done was to position my pubic bone so it massaged that hard clit when we fucked. She moaned and groaned and rubbed against me as hard as she could, working for another orgasm. When it came, she started to scream again and this time I felt her pussy muscles contract. She dropped her feet to the floor to get better leverage and kept right on fucking as hard as she could -- grunting like an animal now. She was starting to sweat heavily and I could hear wet squishy sounds as I shoved my cock in and out of that loose, dripping pussy. Finally I pumped my load deep and collapsed on her body panting for air. We rested. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you very much. I needed that more than you can ever know." After resting a while she asked softly, "Can you do it to me again?" "Get me up," I said. Then that magical mouth went to work on my cock. When I was hard she took me deep-throat for a couple of minutes and I wondered once again how a preacher's wife learned to do this. Then she pulled me on top of her and positioned my pubic bone on her clit, which was as hard as a rock. This time she reached down under her thigh, took hold of my balls, and massaged them while I fucked her. This lady really knew how to fuck! Pam had two more orgasms -- both after a strong massage of her rock hard clitoris by my pubic bone and both accompanied by loud screams that resonated through the entire house. I showered in the guest bathroom, dressed, and left the house before her husband returned from his rounds. As I left she thanked me and said, "May I call you when I need it again?" I told her she could and went on my way. When I got back to my townhouse, I poured a glass of Balvenie and sipped it neat, thinking about that experience. She had to have the hairiest pussy in all of northern Virginia. I remembered reading somewhere that the hormones that make pussies hairy are the same hormones that are responsible for the female libido. Well, that fits, I thought. This had to be the horniest bitch in northern Virginia as well as the hairiest. And that clit! It was the biggest clit I had ever seen. And she needed it massaged hard to get her orgasm. I wondered when I would get my next call. This might turn out to be an interesting learning experience. My next call came three days later. It was much the same experience as the first, except this time we used the bed and the lighting was more subtle. The screams, if anything, were louder than before. Once again I had to work hard on that big clit to bring her off. But I did enjoy her playing with my balls as I fucked her. I was fucking her twice a week and my relationship with her husband was a bit strained. He was usually there when I arrived and we chatted in a friendly way before he left. I wondered what it must feel like to leave your wife with another man, knowing the guy was gonna fuck her and knowing she wanted to get fucked. They castrated Wade a month after I started fucking his wife and I agreed with Pam that it was probably for the best. Without sexual desire he would be a lot better off. The third or fourth week I asked her to blow me. I had never in my life had a deep-throat blowjob. She did it and the sensation of ejaculating deep into her throat was new and a real turn on. She seemed happy that there was something special she could do for me and we changed our routine so that, often, the first thing she did was blow me. She laughed about me liking it so much and said, "It slows you down! It's like re-setting your thermostat. I like that." It was not long before I began to enjoy our relationship a lot. It became comfortable and pleasurable. Except, I never let myself forget that I had to be extremely careful. It was good pussy. But it was about as far from "safe pussy" as you could get. I had never in my life experienced the feeling of my cock in a gal's asshole. I had heard that it was tight -- like a young pussy. One afternoon I asked Pam if I could fuck her in the ass and she laughed. It was a high musical laugh. "Of course you can fuck me that way," Pam said. "It will be tight -- like a virgin pussy. Wade's never used it. Not even once! So I'm still cherry!" I took her cherry. She was tight! As tight as any pussy I had ever fucked. I came quickly up her ass. I fucked her missionary and she reached down and fondled my balls as I fucked her. She seemed very happy to be able to provide me with a tight pussy substitute just as she had enjoyed my reaction to the deep throat blowjobs. We were developing a comfortable and mutually rewarding sexual relationship. After several months, just when I thought my life was settling down a little bit, there came another complication. It involved Pam's daughter Chris. I had been dating Chris when she came home on weekends or short vacations from Charlottesville. She was due to graduate in June and that was six months away and there was a general assumption that Chris and I would be married after she graduated. The Preacher's Wife Chris was, to say the least, a very outspoken young woman. She'd spent a lot of time studying marriage counseling and we talked about it a lot. Her ideas about a happy marriage seemed to revolve around sex. She summed up her philosophy this way: "Ninety-nine percent of marriage problems will never arise if hubby comes home from work looking for a user-friendly piece of ass and his wife helps him find it." One weekend that Chris was in town we had our usual dinner date set for Saturday night. But Chris was acting strangely. I couldn't put my finger on it but she was different. I had a sudden fear that somehow she had discovered that I was fucking her mother. Chris and I had never slept together. She always stayed with her folks. It would have been dangerous in our small community for us to sleep together. This time when I picked her up at her folks' house she wanted to go back to my townhouse, not to the restaurant where I had made reservations. Something was clearly wrong. "Have a drink," Chris said when we sat down in my living room. "A big one. I have something important to talk about." I couldn't think about anything except fucking her mother and I was starting to sweat. We sat in silence for a few minutes sipping our Balvenie before she began to talk. "We're getting married in June, right?" Chris began. We had never talked about a specific date, but that had always been what I thought we would do. I nodded, "Yeah, that's what I thought the plan was." "You need to know something," she said in a determined tone of voice. "What do I need to know?" I asked. There was a long pause. Chris looked at the ceiling, then at the floor, and finally directly at me. "I'm frigid," she said with determination in her voice. "Ice cold frigid!" What the hell was this all about I wondered? She's obviously worried about this. I'd better take it seriously. "In the first place," I began, "I never use the term frigid. It's an old-fashioned and outmoded term. And the concept is outmoded as well. What the hell are they teaching you in those psychology courses?" "I know as much as you do about that word and I agree it is outmoded. But, that's the only way I can explain my problem to you. You know how important I think sex is in a marriage. Our marriage will need it just like any other. And ... well ... you see I just can't ... well ... I ... " Chris stopped talking and stared at the floor. "Say it Chris! What the hell are you trying to tell me?" There was a long pause. Chris seemed to be gathering up her courage. Finally, with tears in her eyes and determination in her voice she almost shouted at me. "I can't come! I can't have orgasms! No man wants a woman who can't come! No marriage will work that way!" I thought about what she had said. She was obviously unhappy and scared. This was serious. Slowly and softly I asked, "You mean you've never had an orgasm?" She looked at me in surprise. "You're not making this easy for me." I repeated my question. It was almost as if she got angry. She was shouting again. "Of course I've had orgasms with a vibrator or with my fingers, but never ... I mean ... never ... " "Never with a man?" I completed the sentence for her. She nodded, then, shook her head in frustration. "Shit! How do you talk to the guy you're gonna marry about fucking other guys?" "Well, I guess you'd better if you still plan to marry me," I said. "Have you fucked other guys?" She looked at the floor, then up at me, and nodded. "Several," she said. "And you've never come?" "No. Not once!" "Several?" I asked. Chris nodded. "How many is several?" Chris looked at the floor again and barely audibly she said "Eight." I was, to say the least, surprised. "You fucked eight guys?" She just nodded and stared at the floor. "How many times each?" "Several times each," Chris mumbled. "Several as in eight times each?" I was shocked. Still staring at the floor Chris nodded again. "More or less." "What the hell were you thinking?" I was starting to shout now. "I was thinking about you. I had to keep trying for you." "For me? You were fucking all those guys for me?" "I didn't want to be frigid when we got married." "So what do you plan to do? Just keep on fucking till you've done every guy in Charlottesville?" "No! You and I need to fuck. If I can't come with you then we can't get married." At least my prospective bride had been well broken in, I thought. But she was right. We did need to fuck. She had a bad problem. It wasn't "frigidity" as she called it but it was in her head and somehow I had to help her get it out. "Have another Balvenie," I said. "Then we'll go to bed." "You're not mad at me are you?" Chris asked in a timid voice. "I'm not mad at you," I said. I really wasn't mad. I was scared. These kinds of hang-ups could sometimes be very serious. The longer they lasted, the worse they got. Many women had long-term problems due to psychological difficulties such as this. Most people would be surprised at how often women went to their preacher rather than their doctor with this kind of problem. I wasn't sure how serious Chris' problem was but if she was fucking half the male population of Charlottesville it might be very serious. There was no way to be certain that a roll in the hay would solve her problem or answer any questions -- in fact the odds were that it would take a hell of a lot more than that. In the end, however, the problem turned out to be a lot more easily solved than I had thought it would be when she told me about it. I had the solution in hand -- literally in my hand -- minutes after I got her naked in bed. The room was dark but as I rubbed her luxuriously thick, hairy beaver I thought of her mother. Like mother like daughter! This was the second hairiest beaver in northern Virginia and as I rubbed it I felt a clit almost as large as her mother's. When it got hard it was bigger than my little finger and felt like a rock. As I entered her, I positioned myself exactly as her mother had shown me, in order to massage that hard clit with my pubic bone. Then I started to fuck her and in moments she was grunting like an animal. I knew her orgasm was on the way when she started to scream, just like her mother always did. I was glad my townhouse had thick walls. When I took her home, after several hours (and several fucks), she was a very happy young lady. As we sat in the car in her driveway, before I escorted her to the door, she started to talk about what her Mom had said and what the girls in her sorority had said about fucking. "Most guys don't know how to fuck! I should have listened to what Mama said. I should have listened to what the gals in my sorority told me. For most guys, fucking is just vaginal masturbation. They're just using a pussy instead of their hand. They couldn't care less about trying to please a girl." I put my arm around her. "Not all guys are like that." "You're sure not like that!" She said emphatically. "You knew exactly how to please me. How did you know?" I certainly wasn't gonna tell her how I learned to fuck a gal with a big clitoris. "I care about you. I want to please you," I said. "Yeah, I know, but ... I mean ... do other girls have orgasms with you?" "Yes they do." "You're one of those guys!" She said it with emphasis. "The gals talk about those rare guys all the time at the Chi-O house. They're hard as hell to find. I mean, our college class is sixty-forty female, so guys are scarce to start with. And then the number of gay guys you simply would not believe. And most of the few left over, don't know how to fuck! Or don't care! Shit, no wonder the guys who do know how are getting calls from girls all the time. They got first-date pussy standing in line!" I chuckled. "Do your sorority sisters ever talk about anything except getting laid?" Chris laughed. She was feeling a lot better than when the night began. "Not very often. But at least I know now what they're talking about. Jesus! It feels good to come with a guy inside you. Really good! Do you get many calls?" "Calls? What do you mean?" "Calls from gals who want to fuck," she said. I thought immediately of her mother who called me a couple of times a week. "I'm a preacher," I said. "And I'm gonna be a preacher's wife!" I kissed her. Two months later on a Sunday morning I sat with Chris and her mother in church in our regular pew and listened to her father deliver a sermon in his usual, careful, somber manner - good, steady, and not boring. Things had settled down to a routine by now, although in just four months Chris would graduate and then my life would become very complicated, indeed. We were in the process of making wedding plans. I looked at Dr. Jiles as he delivered his sermon. Cutting off his balls had greatly improved his personality as well as making his cancer better. It was far better for his testicles to be in a bottle in the lab, than swinging between his legs sending naughty thoughts to his head. He was quite comfortable now with me fucking his wife -- he had even thanked me for fucking her on more than one occasion. The preacher's balls may have been in a bottle, but mine were doing double duty. Chris was coming home every weekend now, expecting to be thoroughly fucked -- Friday night when she got in town, Saturday night, and Sunday afternoon before she drove back to Charlottesville. I had to fuck her mother on weekdays, at least twice a week. I was holding up reasonably well but sometimes Mondays could be difficult if Pam got horny. I looked over at Pam's face as she sat there, a dignified matron, as befitted a preacher's wife. Since Chris was in town she would not invite me over to fuck her that afternoon, as she used to do every Sunday when Wade made rounds to pray with the sick. But I knew Chris was expecting big league attention before she went back to school. Sitting there in church I lost the sound of Wade's sermon and, instead, pictured in my head Pam's face as she laid under me grunting obscenely and humping for her orgasm. It played like a porn video in my head. I saw her huge breasts moving around on her chest like two water-filled balloons as she arched her back and her face became a mask of pleasure and lust. The sound of Wade's sermon faded and I heard those wet, squishy sounds that big, loose pussy made as her copious juices flowed out and dripped down on my balls. Fantasizing about pussy, I realized that I was in the craziest situation you could ever imagine. I was fuckin the preacher's wife as often as she needed it on weekdays. And I was fuckin her daughter when she came home from Charlottesville every weekend. Chris was a screamer just like her mother and enjoyed fuckin just as much. They both had big clits and if you knew how to fuck one you could fuck the other. Except that Chris had a tight, young pussy that grabbed my dick like a strong hand every time she had an orgasm, while her mother's pussy was big and loose and sloppy. Mom knew I was fuckin her daughter but her daughter sure didn't know I was fuckin her Mom. The preacher knew I was fuckin his wife and suspected I was fuckin his daughter as well. This was big league fuckin, and if any one of several hundred people in this congregation found out about even one tiny, little piece of ass, my career was toast. Chris and I were gonna get married in June. I was gonna be preaching more and more sermons if Dr. Jiles' health got worse, as it might. He would probably go emeritus in a year or so. If nobody caught me fuckin the two hairiest, horniest women in northern Virginia I would probably become the regular minister. But how could I get married and still fuck her mother without Chris finding out. There had to be some way out of this. For years I had always looked around for "safe pussy" but there was absolutely nothing safe about either one of these pussies. I still had a few months to figure out something to do but I had not the slightest idea what it would be. Jesus! What a situation I had gotten myself into! Well, just keep plugging away I told myself. I had a seminar to attend in Danville the next weekend, and Chris was unable to get away the weekend after that, because of some work with the Chi-O pledges. I talked to Pam about not seeing Chris two weekends in a row. "Make it three!" Pam said. "Three?" I asked in surprise. "Yeah! Schedule something for the third weekend," said Pam. "What's the deal?" I asked. Pam explained. "Look, that daughter of mine is getting spoiled. She's getting fucked regularly by a guy who gives her great orgasms, but she's still complaining to me about you wanting blowjobs. I told her that's in her job description, but she says she doesn't come that way and doesn't want to do it. She's acting like a spoiled little bitch. Let her get horny. Let her get so horny she begs for it. It's good for a woman's attitude to beg now and then." I did what Pam suggested and I was gone the third weekend. When Chris came back from school without us seeing each other for three weeks, I picked her up and took her to a movie. Before we got out of the car in the lot at the theatre complex, Chris reached over and put her hand on my arm. "I don't want to be in a theatre watching some damn movie," she said. "I want to be back at your townhouse with you." "It's supposed to be a great film," I said. Chris looked up at me. "Please. Let's go to your place. I want to be with you now! Please!" I did what she wanted. Her Mama was right! Her attitude improved a lot when I let that pussy get a little peter-hungry. Late Monday morning after that wonderful weekend with Chris, Pam invited me over to the preacher's house and fixed me a light breakfast. We had a couple of bloody Marys and Pam was so horny that around noon we went upstairs and had a long and leisurely fuck. After her second orgasm, we lay in bed naked and I played with those big soft tits and ran my hand down her stomach to thread my fingers through that thick curly haired beaver, occasionally rubbing her flaccid clit. In moments like this I loved her fifty-two year old body. We talked about our situation. Pam had had a long talk with Chris before Chris left to go back to Charlottesville. "Chris said her asshole was sore as hell," said Pam, laughing. "I told her you'd loosen it up for her in a month or two." "Well, she was very cooperative," I said. "Giving her three weeks to get horny had a salutary effect on her attitude." "You've learned an important lesson about a happy marriage, Ted. Even the most loving wife can get complacent now and then, if her pussy is being properly serviced. But remember, if you let that hairy little thing get so peter-hungry it starts to quiver, she'll be going down on you again like a proper wife - even lick the sweat off your balls if you tell her to." "Good advice," I chuckled. "Chris was very loving." "She said you got that blowjob she's been promising but never delivering," said Pam. "Was she any good?" "Well, she sucked me off, but it took a while. She doesn't deep throat, but I got back almost to her tonsils." Pam laughed again. "She'll learn. It takes practice. She complained to me about what you made her do. I told her that blowjobs and butt fucking were high on the list in any wife's job description. If she had any doubt, I told her, just think about those great orgasms she was getting. I told her that she had fucked half the guys in Charlottesville and not one was a decent fuck. I told her she was lucky to have you, and she needed to do what you liked if she wanted to keep you." "Well, I'm not so happy about all those guys she fucked," I said. "You should be! Now she'll never wonder about other guys and she'll never go off looking. She's found out how bad most guys fuck! That's good for her to know." "Besides," Pam continued, "I told her she was gonna be a preacher's wife and she'd be the only person a lot of shy wives in the church were gonna feel comfortable talking to. They were gonna have questions about what happened in bed with their husbands and they were gonna think some things they did were sinful. She was gonna have to reassure them that wives making sure husbands got what they needed was not sinful -- and vice versa -- whatever they had to do." "That's what you meant by a wife's job description," I said. "Exactly! And a husband's too. Look, you never give me less than four orgasms in an afternoon and sometimes five. I never let you out of bed till those big, low-hanging balls of yours are empty. I just dry 'em out! Wade fucked me like that when he had his balls and I gave him all the pussy he needed for over thirty years. When he couldn't give me what I needed he made sure I got it from you. I learned deep throat for him. I used to watch his face when he tit-fucked me and I took pleasure in his pleasure. That's what wives and husbands do." "I want Chris and you to be like that," Pam continued. "I didn't raise her to be a selfish little bitch. Use her hard! She'll learn to love it just like I did with Wade. Shove that big dick a little deeper every time she blows you, just like Wade did me. She'll learn to like it before long. I want her to enjoy blowing you. I want her to take pleasure watching your face when you butt fuck her, just like I do. I want you two to be just like me and her father were when he still had his balls." "Wade is doing a lot better," I said. "He feels good and his cancer is better." Pam nodded. "Yeah, cutting off his balls helped both his cancer and his attitude. He feels a lot better with no hormones stirring him up." "He feels a lot better about us too," I added. "That's for sure. Me fucking you really got to him before he was castrated. He pretended it didn't, but I could tell. But, with no hormones, his jealousy just went away. He's comfortable with it now. Did he thank you? I told him he ought to. I told him you could be fuckin gals your own age, instead of servicing an old broad." "Yes he thanked me. Several times. And you're not an old broad. You're a really great fuck. And those deep-throats! Jesus!" "I like pleasing you. I like to look at your face when you're enjoying the tight hole. I like to play with those big, heavy balls of yours as you fuck my butt. They get hard as rocks and lift up high in your scrotum just before you pump your load. Seeing the pleasure on your face gives me pleasure. I don't come that way, but I get pleasure watching you come. I wanted to explain that to Chris ... but ... well ... how could I ... you know." "Yeah! I know!" I groaned. "What happens after Chris and I get married?" "I've thought about that a lot," Pam said. "I think I know what we can do." "All day every Thursday Chris will be at the church for the regular Christian education forum. Thursday is the day that Wade is home writing his sermons. You always help him plan the Sunday service, so you can come over most of the day, and no one will think a thing about it. Wade is comfortable with us fucking upstairs when he's here. We've done it several times now, and it doesn't bother him at all." "Not even when you scream?" I chuckled. "You won't believe this, but the first time he heard me have an orgasm I was worried enough to ask him whether us fucking upstairs bothered him. He actually laughed and said he was glad to know I was getting what I needed - glad you were taking care of what he called his 'husbandly chores' for him. No, Wade will be okay with it. The big problem is me." "You?" I asked. "Why you?" "One day a week may not be enough for me. I'm gonna be horny as a mountain goat and working you hard. You won't be worth a damn to Chris on Thursday nights." The Preacher's Wife We lay quietly for a few minutes and I heard Pam's breathing change slightly. I stroked her beaver and felt that huge clit start to get hard. She was turning on again. I kept stroking her clit and took one of her big nipples in my mouth and sucked it till it got rock hard. She spread her legs a little and raised her knees. I kept on stimulating her, but made no move to fuck her. I just waited. Finally she said, "You bastard! You're gonna make me ask for it! Aren't you!" I whispered in her ear. "You told me making a woman ask for it was good for her attitude." "My attitude is in great shape," Pam whispered back. "It's my pussy that needs attention. Shit! If I'm gonna get fucked, I guess I gotta say please. Okay! Please! Please fuck me, you bastard!" She spread her legs wider and raised her knees higher - showing me that big, loose, hairy pussy with thick, wet lips gaping widely apart, invitingly. A strand of foamy semen from an hour ago glistened in the dull light on one moist lip. I rolled over and climbed into that familiar, eager, user-friendly saddle and started to fuck the preacher's wife. I owed her a couple more orgasms. I knew that the preacher might come home at any time, but, since they put his balls in a bottle, he was quite happy to sit downstairs and read, listening to his wife have one screaming orgasm after another and feeling grateful that I was performing his husbandly chores for him, as he had asked me to do. The Preacher's Wife My name is Amy. I can't believe how stupid I have been. I only hope I have not destroyed my marriage and killed the love of my husband and soul mate. We met when he came to our small town, fresh out of the seminary. Our church needed an assistant pastor as, the current pastor, Reverend Miller was getting on in years and his health was failing. The church could not pay much but his housing was included in the deal. The national body of the church would pay off part of his school loans for each year he stayed. All 53 of the church's families signed up to have him to dinner in order to help as well. A car was donated for his use on church business and the local department store was eager to have him part time to help him financially. I was 8 years old when Thomas, excuse me Reverend Johnston, came to town. He was 22 years old at that time. I thought he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. As the years flew by he remained with the church and when Reverend Miller finally retired he was asked to become our full time pastor. The entire congregation loved him and he loved working with us. He was a good leader who was dedicated to our needs. I remained infatuated with him, that's what my mother called it. I knew I was in love with him. My older sister thought I was silly. Out of respect for Mom's and Dad's wishes I dated boys my own age through high school. Many of them would have made good husbands, but they were not my Thomas. My senior year I was lucky to get a job waiting tables at the local diner. The pay was low but the tips were good. Reverend Johnston, or as we all now called him Reverend Tom was a frequent customer. He said he had never found the right person to marry and did not cook for himself. Many evenings he was still invited to dine at the homes of the congregation, when he was not busy he came to the diner. We would chat when time allowed and became close friends. One evening I let slip that I thought he was special; I regretted it half way through the statement but it still came out. At the time I was 18 and he was 32. I did my best to avoid him for the next month and when I couldn't the conversations were short. He still smiled and talked as though I had not spoken about my feelings. One evening after work I was walking home when we met. He asked if we could walk together since he was going my way. As we walked we talked about the weather, the bugs singing in the park and other things. When we got to my house he said "I know you are embarrassed about your statement about how you think I am special. I want you to know I think you are special too. I love to see the way your eyes light up when we talk. Would you consider going to dinner with me one time?" I nodded yes and almost ran into the house. Halfway up the walk he called out and said he would like to take me to dinner after church on Sunday afternoon. I nodded yes and barely squeaked "OK" and then ran into the house and up to my room. My mother heard me come in. When I did not speak to her she came up to see how I was. She knocked on my door and asked if we could talk. I wiped the tears off of my face and told her to come in. She could see I had been crying and came over to hug me. She asked "Would you care to tell me about it?" I just hugged her for the longest time and finally spoke Reverend Tom asked me if I would like to go to dinner with him on Sunday after services. I said yes." She hugged me even tighter. "I know how deeply you have cared for him and how it has become stronger as you grew older. He and your father and I talked the other day, and he asked if it would be acceptable to ask you out. I told him you were a big girl and could make your own decisions; but that I could not say no." He spoke about how he has become very fond of you and would like to get to know you better. "I gave him my blessings." Your father agrees. "You are a good young woman and he is a good man, I have raised you right and do not think I need to tell you how to behave." Dinner on Sunday was wonderful, I picked at my food as we talked. I spent a lot of time blushing over little things, he did too. Finally we went for a walk around the lake in the park. We sat on a bench and talked until the sun started to go down. Then he walked me home. He held my hand at the door and thanked me for a wonderful time. I kissed him on the cheek and said "I have never had such a good time in my life." He asked if we could go out again. My smile was all the answer he needed. We went to dinner 1 or 2 times a week, sometimes it was just burgers and cokes, sometimes at our house and other times we went to a restaurant. Many evenings he walked me home after work. The word around town was that we were quickly heading toward being a couple. There were those who thought it was disgraceful due to the age difference, most people knew it was meant to be. Soon Christmas was upon us, being a busy time in the church we saw a little less of each other; we exchanged simple gifts on Christmas Eve. On New Years Eve we went to dinner. Thomas held my hand for the longest time when we were through; he looked like he was lost in thought. As we walked from the diner to the church; we walked through the park and sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. He held my hand again as he stuck his other hand into his pocket, he kissed me on the lips for the first time and looked into my eyes and asked me to marry him. As his words sunk in I closed my eyes, when I opened my eyes he was holding the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. I could only nod yes, very enthusiastically. The tears flowed again. He placed the ring on my finger and we kissed again. I felt something wet on my hand and looked to see him crying too. We sat there and held each other until we were almost frozen, and then we walked to the church. We were barely in the door when someone noticed the ring and gasped, "When did this happen?" I smiled and said "...about 20 minutes ago." Soon everyone wanted to see the ring and offer congratulations. We had a prayer service that evening; the idea was to prepare our hearts and minds for the coming year. Someone offered a prayer for our happiness and well being as we prepared to become husband and wife. Thomas and I talked often about what we wanted. We also talked about the many obstacles facing our marriage, he was careful to mention that there would be challenges because of our age differences and even more because I would be under a microscope as the preacher's wife. We decided on being married the last Sunday in May. The ceremony would take place at 5 in the evening; the bishop was expected to preside since Thomas was clergy. Over the next months we met with the bishop for pre-marriage counseling, he made sure to cover the demands of being married to a pastor, the last session was with him and his wife together. She wanted us to know how difficult it was to be watched, from her perspective. The ceremony was like a dream; my father walked me down the aisle, it seemed the ceremony had hardly begun and it was over. The reception lasted well into the evening and was still going strong when we had to leave. We made the 2 hour trip to a cabin in the woods in about 1 ½ hours; getting there about midnight. We each brought in one suitcase and promptly fell asleep when we hit the bed. We consummated our marriage the next morning as dawn broke over the lake and forest. We would fall asleep and wake to continue our explorations a number of times. When we finally awoke for the final time it was almost noon. About 12 months later we were blessed with the most wonderful little boy I could ever imagine. We named him Thomas Michael Johnston Jr., we called him Mike. He was healthy, strong and incredibly handsome; just like his father. I counted the fingers and toes 3 times to be sure they were all there. Life could not be any better. Then my hormones started to go crazy, I started to get moody and cry and yelled a lot at Thomas. Afterwards I would cry some more and apologize. He was called out of town for a bi-annual church conference, when he got back we were going to go to a specialist to figure out what was going on. The day before he went away I saw a new fellow in town; he smiled as he walked by. I thought nothing of it. The next day as I walked Mike around the lake I saw the same guy again, as we passed he spoke. Ted knew all the right things to say and soon had my undivided attention. He asked me to have dinner with him the next evening, before I could think I had said yes. When we parted and I got home I realized what I had done; I was married and a mother, I dearly loved my husband and son. I did not know how to contact him to cancel the dinner. The next afternoon I asked my sister to watch Mike for the evening. When Ted came around I would tell him I could not go. I was convinced I could do it, until he opened his mouth and his silver tongue went into gear again. Finally I agreed to go, but it had to be outside town. We drove about 45 minutes to a town where I was not known. When we got back from dinner my sister was waiting on the front steps. She had taken Mike to Mom and Dad's, there were 2 suitcases packed and waiting in her car. I tried to go into the house, my keys did not work. She handed me a note from Thomas, I was only starting to realize how badly I had messed up. As I read I knew that he was aware of all that had gone on; up to the point where we had driven out of town. Part of the way into the note I read: "We talked about the rigors of being a pastor's wife, how you are place on a pedestal and under a microscope. You have grown up in this town and know how people talk about every little thing. The first time I need to go out of town for a week you take up with someone else. This is not acceptable. You will be living with your parents until I get back, I need time to think about how we can deal with this. Do not call me or send messages, I will contact you when I am ready. Tell our son that I love him and give him extra hugs and kisses while I am gone." It was just signed "Thomas" I was devastated, my life was worth nothing, and I had to get him back. I went home to my parents'; they were not nice about it at all. I took Mike and went up to my old room and cried my eyes out. They called me for breakfast the next morning and lit into me again. I barely ate anything and then went back to my room and cried some more. I stayed there almost all the time, except for meals when I was required to be there, until Sunday morning. Thomas was due back on Saturday evening; I would at least get to see him. WRONG! The service started and 2 deacons were there in place of my Thomas. After the first hymn Deacon Schmidt stood and announced that Reverend Tom had asked for and was granted a leave of absence for up to a month. I had dressed in my best and sat in my usual place; now all I wanted to do was shrink into the pew and hide. My dreams of seeing Thomas again were crushed. When the service ended very few people spoke to me, most that did were not too nice. I ran home to my parent's and cried all over again. I went to the doctor appointment, on Friday, without Thomas. They gave me medications to help with my problems. I had to stop nursing Mike as one of the medications was not good for him. I noticed that morning that I was losing my hair in chunks too. The next Sunday it was the same. No one had any idea where Thomas was, or they were not telling me. I felt even lower than before. The medicine was just starting to work. The next Sunday was a surprise; the bishop was there to run the service and hold communion. As I returned from the table, tears were pouring down my cheeks, I looked to the back of the sanctuary and saw Thomas leaning in a corner. I tried to go to him but the ushers would not allow it. I sat down and wept myself dry. When the service was over he was gone. The bishop and his wife came by to talk that afternoon. I looked and felt like Hell. They stayed for supper and we talked into the evening. I would love to be able to tell you what they said but for the life of me I don't recall much. I do remember there was one point when his wife told me they had gone through a rough patch early on in their marriage. It was resolved and made them stronger. Just before they left I was told to pack a bag and be ready on Wednesday to be picked up. Starting early Thursday they would be counseling us together for the next 3 days, longer if necessary. As they left that evening they said that Thomas still loved me. I thought I was cried out, I was wrong again. By the time Wednesday got there I was a nervous wreck. I had gone over and over what I wanted to tell him. When the car rolled to a stop I saw we were at the lake where we had spent our honeymoon. I was escorted into a cabin to wait for Thomas. When he walked in, he looked almost as bad as I felt. I tried to rush to him but he stopped me. We just looked at each other from a distance, and then he indicated that I was to sit down. We just sat and stared at each other for a while. I did not want to speak for fear he would leave. The first thing he said was "I need to hear your side of this mess." I told him the best I could that "There was nothing but having dinner with Ted. We had met in the park, he had said all the right things and made me feel pretty and special and before I knew it I had agreed to meet him for supper. When I got home I knew it was wrong. I intended to back out of it, but he talked me into going out anyway. I had told him over supper that this was the last time I could see him. We never kissed, held hands or had any form of sex." I really made a mess of the delivery. That was not at all how I wanted the conversation to go. Thomas said he knew all of that. The reports had covered it all. I asked "What reports?" "We live in a small town, if you sneeze at one end they know at the other end almost immediately. You above all should know that." He floored me with his next question "Did you really love me?" "More than life itself, I have loved you since shortly after you moved into that town." He was astounded by my answer. "That long? Are you sure you are not in love with the idea of being in love with me?" "I was never complete until I knew you, I always felt like part of me was not there. As I got to know you better and better I became more aware of just how deep my love for you could be. While you were gone for those weeks I was not a complete person. I was an empty shell just waiting for you to return. I can not imagine my life if you were to leave me. It would be very difficult to continue." I continued to talk, "What I did was the most stupid thing I can think of to do. I will be eternally sorry for the hurt I have put you through. I hope and pray that I can prove to you that it will never happen again." I got out of my chair and looked out the window for a while and waited for him to ask me whatever else he wanted to know. I felt him move behind me and stop a few feet back. Thomas spoke "I, too, have loved you since you were young. At first I tried to convince myself that it was love for a member of my flock. As we got to know each other I became convinced that the love I felt for you was real. The only reason I ever went to that diner was for a chance to speak to you. You don't know how hard it was to see you and hope you loved me as much as I loved you. I could not take a chance that I would scare you away. I have also felt like a shell of myself without you." "You do not know it but, the only way I made it through those weeks was to come by while you slept and hold our son. I did not dare to look in on you for fear I would loose the battle to keep from crying. The last few weeks have been the worst of my life. I have spent most of my waking hours trying to convince myself that our marriage was a mistake." I burst into tears at that remark. He reached out and put his hands around my waist and held me tightly. "I just could never make myself believe that, I knew it was false." I slowly spun in his arms and hugged him back, my tears soaking through his shirt. When we parted he looked like he had run a marathon. I looked at him and asked "Where do we go from here?" "We need to work on rebuilding the love and trust and the respect that was the foundation of our marriage. Then we can move forward. I forgive you for your part in this and pray that you will forgive me for my part." "Your part? You have done nothing wrong." I abandoned you in your time of need, when your body was trying to make you believe things that were not true." "You only stayed away so you could figure out how to bring us back together. If you had stayed we could have possibly said things to each other that were hurtful. The time apart will only make our love stronger over time, because now we realize how much we need each other." We sat on the sofa and held each other until we fell asleep like that. When I awoke he was staring into my eyes, the look of love was back in his. We got up and ate supper and talked until we were too tired to go on. We lay down on the bed and were asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows. We awoke just before dawn and re-consummated our marriage. We had to be ready to go to see the bishop at 9. That Sunday the bishop was there for the services again. His first words were Reverend Tom will be back in the pulpit next Sunday. The applause was deafening. Then Thomas and I walked in and sat in the front row. The whispers and murmurs started almost immediately. He spoke of the importance of love, of forgiveness to yourself and others and the need to communicate clearly. At the end of the service the bishop asked us to come forward to the altar. Halfway there we turned to face the congregation. I spoke first, "I did something that was very stupid. I betrayed my love for my husband and set aside my vows. All that happened was I went to dinner with someone, but that was more than I should have ever considered doing. I publicly apologize to my husband and ask for his forgiveness." Thomas spoke next, "I have already forgiven my wife and pray that we will always be together. Further, she has done nothing of harm to anyone else in this congregation or town and expect that you will all treat her with the same respect and dignity that she has always deserved." We turned and walked the rest of the way toward the altar. We restated our wedding vows, turned and kissed then walked back down the aisle. The bishop announced there would be a reception on the lawn of the parsonage immediately following the service. Things quickly settled down after that, there were a few rough patches but we made it through them. Eleven months later I gave birth to a baby girl, we call her Rebeckah Faith. I counted all of her fingers and toes; but only twice. When the bishop was ready to retire Thomas was asked to take the position. He declined, preferring to stay in our town. We eventually had another boy and another girl. We now have 4 grandchildren and are ready to retire. We plan to live with Mom in the house I grew up in. Mike is now the pastor of the church; he is well trained and well thought of. Life has been good to us and we pray it will be good to you, too. The Preacher's Wife Author's Note: As always, any feedback from readers -- whether favorable or not -- is much appreciated. Please vote and provide your comments! Regards, Average Bear * I've met some of the kindest, most genuinely caring people in church. I've also met some of the most priggish, self-righteous assholes there. Those in the latter camp are what I call the "dividers" -- those who divide "us" against "them." They've forgotten the message that we're all sinners in need of forgiveness. The "dividers" are the modern-day Pharisees, whom Jesus said were "whitewashed tombs": beautiful on the outside, but full of dead men's bones on the inside. Lest I myself be guilty of being a divider, let me sincerely state that these hypocrites truly need our prayers -- and but for the grace of God, there go I. Among the chief dividers that I've met in church life was Brother Larry Kershaw. He was the pastor of the First Baptist Church in the small Southern town where I used to live. Or, as they're fond of saying in Southern Baptist churches, he was the "preacher." He tended his flock with an iron fist. "There are the sheep, and then there are the GOATS," Brother Larry was fond of saying. He was able to twist the Scriptures to make it sound like we're in an all-out war. Not a war against hunger, or a war against poverty, or a war against oppression -- rather a war against homosexuals, a war against pornographers, a war against politicians who don't happen to be Republican. "Brother Larry," I once asked him, "don't you think all these people you're preaching against need God's grace, too?" "Turn or burn, that's my motto," he retorted almost gleefully, "but these folks have made their choice. They've signed up for the wrong team. They're the goats!" "But isn't it a war against darkness and spiritual powers, rather than against other people? I mean, didn't Peter say that the Lord is not willing that ANY should perish, but that ALL should come to repentance?" "You're wasting your breath," he said, "sounds like you've been eating some of that LIBERAL garbage that the Hollywood media's been feeding you!" "Brother Larry -- I got it from the Bible, not the media..." "Then you're MISINTERPRETING it. I didn't go to seminary and get my Master's of Divinity for nothing, Tom. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about." Brother Larry was ALWAYS sure of himself. And yet, somehow, I didn't really trust him. My fears about his authenticity were borne out when my wife, Tricia, left me. "So, Tom, you understand you'll have to resign from the deacon board." These were Brother Larry's first words of counsel to me in my hour of devastation and need. I had served as a deacon in the church for nearly five years. I had reached out to families struggling with illness and to individuals in financial need. I had taught Sunday School, and truly believed what I was teaching. I had gladly visited patients in hospitals and nursing homes. And now I was being told that because my wife had left me, I was no longer fit for service. Perhaps all that time spent in the Lord's service and away from Tricia had led to the demise of our marriage. She not only wouldn't join me in ministering to others, but she stopped going to church entirely. With Brother Larry's hellfire and brimstone messages, I bought into her excuse for not wanting to go: she couldn't stand the preaching. But she politely declined my offer to look for another church together. The truth was that Tricia had found someone else. She had decided to join a local band, playing local gigs. Being a talented vocalist, she had exchanged the church choir for a rock band. And she soon exchanged her husband of eight years for the lead guitarist in the rock band. Brother Larry seemed incapable of comprehending the painful loss and sense of utter rejection that I was experiencing. I needed comfort and compassion; he offered only coldness and cruelty. "The Apostle Paul was clear," he was saying as I reeled from his verbal blows, "deacons are to be the husbands of one wife. That means nobody who's divorced." "But we're not divorced yet..." "But the writing's on the wall, just like for Belshazzar in the book of Daniel," he replied cynically. "Can't we talk about this later?" I asked. "I like things neat and tidy," he replied, "I'll expect your written resignation by next Sunday. We'll start the replacement process the following week." I didn't know whether to scream or cry. I was angry at his callous and cavalier attitude. I was deeply saddened by the double whammy of losing my wife and my ministry in one fell swoop. I walked away to avoid saying something I'd later regret. * * * * * Sitting in church the next Sunday, my deacon resignation letter in hand, I noticed Brother Larry's wife Sarah sitting on the front row. She seemed tired, gaunt, almost sickly. As we all stood to sing a hymn, my eyes remained on Sarah Kershaw. She was at least ten years younger than Brother Larry -- probably about my age. Her personality was a stark contrast to his -- where he was confident, loud and brash, she was mild-mannered, quiet and cautious. The thought crossed my mind, as I sang and watched, that she almost seemed to blend into the background -- not just here and now, but in church life generally. The spotlight was always on Brother Larry, whereas Sarah was always in the shadows. I suspected he liked it that way. Another realization that struck me was that Sarah was an extremely attractive woman. She did her best to hide it. She wore no makeup or jewelry. She did little to fix up her hair. She wore extremely high necklines, not daring to show cleavage. Her skirts and dresses never ventured above her knees. Yet, somehow, she exuded a quiet, innocent allure. Her loose-fitting clothes could not completely disguise her slim hips and ample breasts. Her arms and calf muscles were toned and athletic. Her dark auburn hair was certainly God's gift rather than the product of a Clairol or L'Oreal bottle. Her clear, natural complexion was nearly flawless, save for a few endearing freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. And her green eyes belied a spirit and spark much greater than she had yet displayed while operating within her husband's shadow. "Please take your seats," Brother Larry's voice boomed from the podium, stirring me out of my reverie. The music was over, and I was among the stragglers still standing. My eye caught Sarah's as she turned to sit. Her sad, tired countenance showed an immediate reflection of my own pain. She tilted her head and pursed her lips in an empathetic gesture. Half an hour later, after sitting through another of Larry's scorched-earth sermons, I waited patiently for other congregants to finish telling him what a wonderful message he'd given. When the coast was clear, I handed him my letter. He read it and said, "I'll handle it from here." No thanks for services rendered, no expressions of sympathy for a dashed marriage, no words of wisdom for dealing with the pain -- he had what he needed, transaction complete. As I walked toward the back to leave the building, a hand tapped my shoulder. I turned and was pleasantly surprised to see Sarah Kershaw's attractive countenance. She bore a look of concern. "I heard about you and Tricia," she offered, "I know it's none of my business, but..." She left the thought hanging. I knew she didn't know what to say, but wanted to show her concern. There were others in the church for whom the same words as Sarah's would have been tantamount to asking for the juicy details. Not Sarah Kershaw. She was definitely not the gossipy kind. "Thanks, Mrs. Kershaw," I replied, "it's tough right now, but I'll eventually be okay. I may even get to the point where I can wish Tricia a happy life." Sarah's response left me speechless. A tear leaked out of one eye, then another from the other eye. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry," was all she could manage to say. She hurried past me and made a beeline toward their family vehicle. She sat, head down, her face buried in her hands. It would be a long wait until Brother Larry was finished soaking up all the congregational adulation and joined her in the car. * * * * * Over the course of the next week, I had a chance to stew on Brother Larry's cold and cruel response to my predicament. Though I stayed busy at work, my time outside of work had been freed completely by my banishment from the deacon group. A devious and cruel plan began to form in my mind. I was somewhat ashamed for even thinking of it. I knew down deep that revenge belongs to the Lord, and that I should show kindness to my enemies. But the more I thought about my plan, the more I liked it. If it worked, then he deserved it. If it didn't, then I needed to accept it graciously and move on. "Give the bastard a taste of his own medicine" was the crux of my plan. Get his wife to cheat on him. Under his own interpretation of Scripture, he would necessarily be made the scapegoat for her indiscretions. He might even learn some empathy by finding out what it feels like to lose his ministry for something beyond his control. But why would she be willing to cheat on him? That was the key question. Understand what makes her tick, and maybe she could be led astray. She'd already shown me that she was a person of deep empathy. I strongly suspected she was a person of great loyalty as well. It would be hard to stay with a prick like Larry without feeling a strong sense of obligation. Therefore, an outright and direct seduction would be out of the question. However, her loyalty could be a two-edged sword. Surely it would make her reluctant to do anything that could harm Larry. But it could also be used against her, if she were forced to choose the lesser of two evils when it came to harming Larry. By church time on Wednesday night, my plan was beginning to materialize. I'd find a way to make Sarah choose the lesser harm to Larry. The beauty of figuring out the lesser and greater harm for a clown like Larry was that he wore his psychology on his sleeve. His most cherished relationship was obviously not that with his wife; it was his dominion over his congregation. If I could create an appearance to Sarah that Brother Larry's congregational dominion was threatened, she might be willing to compromise her relationship with him to avert the threat. Little would she realize that their compromised relationship would bring his dominion tumbling down. She'd adopt the same mistaken assumption that all of us do: that our unseen deeds will go undiscovered. Our Wednesday night services at First Baptist Church were always preceded by a family style home-cooked dinner. These meals were prepared by volunteers and funded by donations. One of the elderly ladies who had cooked the meal pulled me aside as I was about to get into the food line. "Tom," said Mrs. Ogglesby, "I want you to know that we're all praying for you and Tricia. Times like these call for family to pull together. And we're your family here at the church." She smiled up at me and then gave me a tender hug. I was genuinely touched by the old woman's words and gestures. I had gotten to know her better during visits to her dying husband at the hospital the prior year. She did feel like family -- as did many of the other parishioners. I began to question my strategy. Would I destroy the family if I destroyed its head? I decided that the head of the family was not the pastor. The head was divine. If bringing down the pastor could bring down the church, then the church was of man and not of God. Just as I reached this conclusion, Sarah Kershaw walked by. She gave me a glance and a smile, then proceeded to join her husband in line. My eyes lingered on her for a moment too long. "Is this just about Larry and me?" I thought, "Or is it about Sarah and me, too?" I decided it wasn't necessarily "either/or" but perhaps "both/and." Larry certainly had some lessons to learn. As to Sarah, I'd never really thought about her sexually when I had Tricia at my side. But now, I realized, I found her downright hot in an understated sort of way. I was actually excited about trying to lead her astray. And unless I was way off the mark in my assessment of Larry's investment in his marriage, Sarah was a woman who was quite unfulfilled in her marriage. After the meal was over, Larry went into the sanctuary to prepare for the start of the service. I watched to see when Sarah would head in that direction. As I saw her leaving the fellowship hall, I scrambled to catch up. Halfway down the hallway, I gave a "Pssst!" to her to get her attention. "Tom -- what's the matter?" she asked. "Mrs. Kershaw, would you mind stepping into a classroom to chat for just a minute? I don't want to take much of your time, but I need to talk to you," I said. "Certainly, Tom." She followed me into the 5th grade Sunday School classroom. "Please, have a seat," I prompted with a wave of my hand. I suddenly realized that all the chairs were built for ten year-old children. "Thanks, I'll stand," she replied. Before I began to speak, I mentally rehearsed the story I'd concocted to get her attention. I wanted to be careful to sound plausible. I would have preferred not to lie, but when it came down to it, I felt I had no choice. It would be up to her to decide whom to trust. "You know that Tricia has left me, Mrs. Kershaw?" She hesitated. I saw a tear forming in the corner of her eye. "Yes, Tom, that's what I was trying to say to you on Sunday. I know you're the victim in this, and I feel awful for you." "Thanks, Mrs. Kershaw. That's very kind of you. But I'm not the only one who's a victim." "It's noble of you to share the blame, Tom -- but it's clear to everyone that Tricia's the one who walked away from church, and walked away from you." "But she tried, Mrs. Kershaw. She sought help before it was too late. She went to see -- your husband." "She did? Larry never mentioned that..." "Perhaps he simply respects parishioner confidentiality. Or perhaps -- he's ashamed of himself." "Why, whatever do you mean, Mr. Verbeek?" She looked genuinely puzzled. "Well, I can't be sure, Mrs. Kershaw. I only know what Tricia told me. And I guess it's hard for me to trust what she says any more. So I guess there may be nothing to it..." "Nothing to -- what?" "Well, it's like this. Tricia said that the first time she stumbled with that guitarist boyfriend of hers, she felt terribly guilty about it. She asked to see Brother Larry for counseling, and when he met her in his office, he wasn't exactly helpful." "Did he start berating her?" Sarah asked expectantly. It was obvious that this was a tactic of Larry's with which she was exceedingly familiar. "Surprisingly, no," I said. "She says he was quite interested in her willingness to cheat on her husband. She says he got a silly grin and shut his office door. She says he tried to -- take advantage of her." Sarah's eyes flew open wide and her jaw dropped. "My Larry?" she asked, somewhat inanely, as if I might be talking about someone else. "According to Tricia, he threatened to tell me about her tryst with the guitarist if she didn't let him have his way with her. He started getting physical with her. He got part of what he wanted. Then she finally stopped him. She said it was better to leave the church than to give in to a hypocrite. That was also the end of her attempt to set things right with me." "Oh, my LORD!" Sarah gasped. "I'm sorry to break it to you, Mrs. Kershaw. But, like I said, I don't know whether to trust Tricia's word any more. I thought it would be better for you to approach your husband and gently ask him about it, than for me to confront him and risk a spectacle." "I -- I -- don't know what to say," she stammered, "I'll think about it, and pray about it, and decide what to do." "Thanks, Mrs. Kershaw. Maybe I can ask you about it on Sunday morning. I'd sure feel better knowing there was nothing to it." * * * * * Sunday morning couldn't arrive soon enough for me. I had laid the trap carefully, and if my view of their relationship was correct, Larry was in trouble. Either Sarah would follow her personality pattern and avoid the confrontation, or she would confront him and he would berate her for asking. Either way, he would do nothing to assuage the seed of mistrust that I'd planted. I searched my mental recesses to remember the character from Shakespeare's "Othello" who had employed a similar strategy. Ah, yes -- Iago, a man after my own evil heart. Before Sunday School that morning, I saw Sarah in the hallway. She looked even more gaunt and tired than the previous Sunday morning. I felt a twinge of guilt. I doubted she'd slept more than a few hours since Wednesday night. "Any word?" I asked. "No -- sorry, Tom. I just haven't been able to bring myself to talk to him about it." "Oh," I replied dubiously. "Then I suppose I should talk to him about it. If it's true, I think the deacon board will need to know." She tensed immediately. The fear on her face was almost palpable. The deacon board had the power to sway the church to oust the pastor. "Oh, no, Tom -- there's no need to do that. I'm sure it was just -- just a misunderstanding." So I was right. She would rather protect her husband than confront him. "Let's see just how far she's willing to go to protect him," I thought silently. "I have to get to Sunday School," I said aloud, "but I think we should talk later. I think the deacons need to be aware of what's happened, but I'm willing to entertain other options." I left my intentions vague. Larry had a nominating committee meeting that was scheduled for two hours that afternoon. Sarah and I agreed to meet during that time to discuss the situation further. She acquiesced to my suggestion that we meet upstairs in an adult Sunday School room, where the chairs were not designed for ten year-olds. My ulterior motive was to get her alone in an isolated area of the church building. The nominating committee would be meeting downstairs in the fellowship hall, at the opposite end of the building. Two o'clock was the appointed time. I had feasted on fried chicken at KFC for lunch. I'm sure Sarah had barely touched any food as she fretted over our meeting. "Look, Mrs. Kershaw, I'll be honest," I said, "I'm beginning to think that Tricia's story MUST be true. The way you're avoiding your husband tells me YOU believe it. So I think I should go to the deacons at their five o'clock meeting this afternoon." "Oh, no, Tom -- PLEASE don't do that. I'm sure that if there was a problem on Larry's part, he's sincerely sorry about it." "Tricia didn't seem to think he was sorry. She said he laughed when she took off. She said it was clear that if she hadn't left, he was going to -- to have sex with her. She was very explicit about what he did to her." "Gracious -- no," she whispered. "Yes," I countered, "She said he started by fondling her breasts -- like this." I reached out and cupped Sarah's well-formed breasts in my palms. Even though my touch was through her blouse and bra, I could tell her tits were pert and supple. She immediately shrank back in response. "There's no need to SHOW me, Mr. Verbeek!" she chided, raising her voice. "Oh, but I think there IS," I contradicted, "a 'tit for a tat', so to speak." "Mr. Vebeek, it's WRONG of you to TOUCH me like that!" "I'm not so sure. YOUR HUSBAND touched MY WIFE like that -- and he did a whole lot more. You don't seem to think THAT'S wrong!" "A whole lot MORE?" she asked worriedly. "Yes. He did this -- " I leaned forward and took her in my arms, planting a kiss on her lips. I tried to gain entry to her mouth, pressing my tongue firmly against it, but she would not give in. I rubbed her ass with my hand, trying to ease her resistance, but she held firm. The Preacher's Wife She pulled away from me. "Mr. Verbeek, this has got to STOP!" "I'm just showing you what a rat your husband is," I replied, throwing my hands up in the air as if I was fully justified and at a loss as to why she'd be offended. "It's just not -- PROPER!" she said, tears beginning to fill her eyes. Another twinge of guilt pricked my conscience, but the devil on my left shoulder overwhelmed the angel on my right. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Kershaw, but there's a lot more that your husband did to my wife. I think the deacons need to know exactly what their fearless leader has been up to...." "No, Tom -- PLEASE! Just let me work it out with him..." The tears continued to flow. "You've had four days since I talked to you, and you've done NOTHING about it. Why should I give you more time?" "I just -- hadn't realized the SERIOUSNESS of the situation. Please, give me a few more days. I PROMISE I'll do whatever I can to make it right." I looked her over lasciviously from head to toe. I deliberately rested my eyes on her breasts and pelvic region for several moments each. I hoped she would notice through her tears. I wanted her to know what I had in mind. "That's a promise?" I asked with a deliberate grin and raised eyebrow. She hesitated in giving a response, trying to dry her tears. "Within reason," she finally answered. I smiled my most charming smile. "Great!" I said cheerfully, "the deacons meet again on Wednesday night. How about you meet with me on Tuesday night to give me an update? I'm sure Brother Larry will be on visitation on Tuesday night, so you can just stop by my house while he's gone." "I -- I couldn't come ALONE to your house. People might see me -- and -- and get the WRONG idea!" "Tell you what," I replied, trying to sound as if I was taking it easy on her, "I'll arrange to have a hotel room at the Super 8 across town. That way you won't have to worry about being seen at my house. You just meet me in the lobby there, and we'll go speak in private. Nobody has to know..." "Oh, THANK YOU, Mr. Verbeek. That's mighty kind of you." She managed a smile behind her dried-up tears. As book smart as I knew she was, her naivete astounded me. She may as well have just fallen off the turnip truck. * * * * * I took off work early on Tuesday to set my plan into motion. I rigged a stationary video camera on a tripod inside the closet, and pointed it toward the bed. The view captured most of the hotel room. With two hours worth of recording time available on the disc, I set the camcorder running as I left the room for our 5:30 appointment. Sarah Kershaw was fidgeting behind a tall plastic plant as I sauntered into the lobby. She was again in a dress, which was again too high in the neck and too low in the hem. She looked up as I approached. Somewhat flustered, she said, "I really shouldn't be here. Larry would be mortified if he knew." "Haven't you spoken with him?" Her hesitation told me everything I needed to know. "I... I just couldn't bring myself to do it. He's the -- the head of the household. And he's always provided for me. For me to -- to ACCUSE him would seem so... UNGRATEFUL." I was stunned. What kind of mind control had Larry been using? If he truly HAD been doing what I'd said, gratitude should be the LAST thing on Sarah's mind. But if she truly trusted him, she should have told me to take a flying leap and told her husband what I was up to. No, she was one confused lady. My guilt pangs were on the rise. But I had a role to play, and retribution to render. "Let's go talk in private," I suggested. She followed me out of the lobby and up to my second floor room. I closed the door and latched it. "Mr. Verbeek, there's no need to latch it." "I just thought you'd want some privacy..." "But I'd like to be able to leave without impediment if I wish," she countered. "Okay, fine," I said, unlatching the lock, "but I don't think you'll be leaving any time soon. We have a lot to work out." "I'm prepared to offer you money, Tom," she said, a fearful expression on her face. "We don't have much financially, but I can scrape together a few hundred dollars." A deliberate smirk spread across my face. "And you think a few hundred dollars will make amends for what your husband did to my wife and me?" "I -- um -- I don't know, Tom. I feel just AWFUL about it. I wish I had MORE..." "Oh, but you DO!" I retorted. "No, seriously, Tom -- Larry doesn't make much more than we need just to get by. And I've been working part-time at the library, but I don't make much at all." "I wasn't talking about money," I replied firmly, gazing at her breasts. Her eyes followed mine. "You -- you can't be SERIOUS!" she responded vehemently. "Think about it, Sarah. Your husband has, by his words and actions, robbed me of the comfort of my wife. And right now I need some -- comfort. 'Turnabout's fair play' and all that," I said, trying to sound like the injured one. "But -- but -- I've NEVER been unfaithful to my husband!" she cried out, tears once again beginning to stream down her cheeks. "That makes ONE of you who's faithful," I replied coldly. I nearly had myself convinced that Larry was a skirt chaser. Maybe he was, for all I knew. But I knew for sure that he was something far worse -- a heartless prick who judged and destroyed others. Nonetheless, my conscience was rearing its not-so-ugly head as I thought more clearly about what I was doing to Sarah. I was breaking her trust for her husband, pushing her toward an outcome that she could never have imagined from her innocent view of the world. I reached out and wiped the tear from her cheek with my thumb. I waited, watching her shoulders heave gently and her freckled nose contort with sniffles. She was a good woman, and I was a heel. But I was a heel with a libido. She was truly a very pretty woman, and with a little luck, I would basically have her at my mercy. I found myself thinking less of revenge and more of satisfaction of another sort. Sarah was infinitely more pleasant to think about than Larry. I put my finger under her chin and tilted her face up toward mine. I held her gaze for several seconds. Her crystal green eyes were pools of confusion and doubt. "Looks like YOU could use some comfort, too," I said sincerely. I wrapped my arms around her in a gentle embrace. She cried into my shoulder for a minute or so, then pushed back to capture my gaze once again. "What do you want in exchange for not going to the deacons?" she asked, a note of resignation in her voice. "Only one thing, and then you'll never hear another word about it again from me..." "Just one thing?" she echoed. "But it's pretty -- intimate," I cautioned. "I will NOT have sex with you, Mr. Verbeek!" Sarah insisted. "That's not exactly what I was going to suggest. Bill Clinton wouldn't refer to what I have in mind as 'sex'. He did NOT have sex with that woman -- Monica Lewinsky," I declared solemnly. "I -- I'm not putting your -- your THING in my mouth," she exclaimed. "That's also not what I had in mind." "It's not?" "No. Remember, I said YOU could use some comfort, too..." She stared blankly for a moment. Then, as the realization as to my meaning sunk in, her green eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. She looked down at her own pelvic region. "You mean -- you want to -- you're asking to provide -- ORAL stimulation to ME?" I smiled at her and nodded. "But -- but -- I've -- I've -- I've NEVER done something like that, Mr. Verbeek. Larry says that it's -- SINFUL!" she cried out. It was just as I had suspected. Brother Larry, selfish prick that he was, had never gone down on his wife. He had even convinced her that it was morally wrong, even for husband and wife. "Tell me where the Bible says anything about that," I retorted. After an uncomfortable silence, I challenged her with what I knew to be true. "You can't do it. It's not there," I said. Her continuing silence validated my assertion. "I think your husband's been robbing you of a healthy marriage," I ventured further, "just like he robbed me of mine. Now, shall I go to the deacons tomorrow night?" "But -- I'd -- I'd be so -- so EMBARRASSED to let you do what you're suggesting," she countered. "Your husband will be MORE embarrassed when his sins are uncovered," I taunted accusingly. "Do you PROMISE that's all there will be to it? It ends TONIGHT, and you won't make me do ANYTHING more than you've suggested?" she pleaded. "Scout's honor," I said, "anything further will strictly be at YOUR bidding. And I think the embarrassment will be fleeting." "You'll keep your clothes on?" she asked. "For as long as you want me to..." She flushed in embarrassment, then looked down at the floor. "I -- I can't believe I'm actually considering this," she muttered softly. "I promise you that you'll like it," I said simply. I saw a flash -- a spark -- light a dormant fire in her eyes. "Let me get ready in the bathroom," she said quietly. My plan was working to perfection. Even if she simply let me go down on her, the video evidence would be sufficient to get her husband fired. If she liked it as much as I suspected she would, her husband was in even deeper shit. I waited eagerly, sitting on the edge of the bed. I heard water running in the sink. "You go girl," I thought distractedly, "get yourself ready for me." The bathroom door creaked as it opened. I turned to watch Sarah enter the bedroom. I was sorely disappointed. She still wore the same long dress that she'd had on since she arrived. "Change your mind?" I asked, visibly disappointed. She didn't speak a single word. She simply held up a pair of white cotton panties for me to see. I was pleased at her silent message. She was telling me that she was giving in. She simply didn't want me to see her for any longer than was necessary. I smiled benevolently and patted the spot on the bed beside me. She sat down, moving like an automaton, in response to my silent invitation. I leaned toward her and put my arm around her shoulder. She flinched, obviously fearful. "I won't hurt you, Sarah," I assured her, "why don't you lie down and close your eyes? Imagine it's all just a dream." I fluffed the pillows and propped them against the headboard. She rotated sideways and lifted her legs up onto the bed, still fully clothed -- save for a pair of missing panties. She leaned her head back against the pillows, eyes wide open. "That's it -- relax," I coaxed. Her green eyes shone like a cat's. Her auburn hair spilled over her shoulders, cascading across the pillows. I found myself anxious to get started. "I need to know something, Tom. I need you to be truthful with me," she requested. "Yes?" "I need to know that you won't tell my husband about this. I know you said that you won't go to the deacons, but I need to know that our secret stays between the two of us." Talk about feeling like a cad -- I'd never lied to a woman in the way that I did at that moment. "You can trust me," I said with deliberate sincerity. I glanced toward the darkness of the closet and saw the faint red blink of the video camera as it recorded. "Then let's get this over with," she sighed. I knew better than to berate her for her attitude. Something better than Brother Larry's relational tactics needed to be employed. I decided that my cunnilingual skills should be sufficient to the task. I removed my shoes and climbed onto the bed. I removed her shoes as well. I then began massaging her feet and toes. Despite herself, she let out a relaxed murmur. I moved further toward my goal. As I rubbed her ankles, I trailed kisses up the front of her calves. She initially stiffened at the sensation of my lips, but then relaxed as I began rubbing her taut calf muscles. I pushed the hem of her dress up a few inches and gently kissed her knees. My massage moved from the back of her calves to the lower part of her thighs. My tongue darted out, licking circles around her kneecaps. She breathed a muted sigh. I positioned myself between Sarah's feet and pushed the hem of her dress further up. My massaging fingers and nibbling lips worked their way up to mid-thigh. I paused mid-way between her knees and her crotch. "Sarah, I'm going to need you to move your knees further apart," I instructed. She hesitated, then spread her legs far enough for me fit my shoulders in between. The hem of her dress was now tantalizingly close to her hidden treasures. I massaged further up the back of her thighs until I felt the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. My kisses moved along her upper thighs, then more centrally toward her inner thighs. "Are -- are you SURE about this?" she asked unsteadily. Her breathing was noticeably more labored. "It is a noble deed, indeed -- one that expresses unselfishness like no other." I left it to her to ponder what that said about her husband. My kisses along her inner thigh crept upward. It was the moment I had been waiting for. Her anticipation was palpable as well. "Sarah," I said, "I want you to move your dress out of the way so I can pleasure you." She cleared her throat as if beginning to say something. Then, without a word, she pulled the lower part of her dress up to her waist. Just as I had thought, her auburn hair color was natural. Her pubic mound was adorned with hair of an identical color, though its texture was dramatically different. It was plentiful but well-groomed. Below her mound of Venus, the pink puffy lips of her vagina were beautiful to behold. I saw no indication of lubrication, but I knew I could take care of that. Her scent was mostly soapy. I was pretty sure that the running water I'd heard was from her efforts to wash up and minimize embarrassment. Based on her husband's judgments, she surely thought of this act as "unclean." I gently continued to kiss along her inner thigh until I reached the juncture of her legs. At first, I simply kissed her labia and pubic mound. Soon, however, I flicked my tongue out and licked slowly along the line of her slit. I heard her breath catch in her throat. Her hips twitched involuntarily. I brought my hands around to cup her ass from behind, then slid my tongue slowly into her warm depths. "Oh, MY!" she exclaimed. I smiled inwardly. "You ain't seen nothin' yet, baby," I thought silently. I began thrusting with my tongue. After a minute or two of tongue-fucking her, I brought my right hand back to the front. It had been cupping her soft, smooth derriere. Continuing to massage her ass with my left hand, I used my right thumb and forefinger to stroke and tease her clitoris. Her hips jerked upward. "Oh, Mr. Verbeek! How are you DOING that?" she asked. That moment was the first time it crossed my mind that Sarah may have never had an orgasm in her life. It immediately became my mission to make sure that it was an experience she would never forget. I sat up briefly. "Sarah," I said, "I want you to try to just let go. I'm going to make you feel good -- VERY good. Don't try to hold back -- just let yourself go. There's no need to be embarrassed about your reaction." "But -- I never... I mean..." "I know," I said empathetically. I leaned in again, my mouth zeroing in on her clit. I teased it to erection with my tongue, then began suckling it between my lips. With my saliva and her now-building juices, lubrication was no longer a problem. I moved my middle finger to her warm and inviting slit. I ran it up and down the length of her inner labia, then slowly poked it into her tunnel. My tongue and lips continued their magic on her clit. Her hips were now gently thrusting against my face. I let go of her ass with my left hand and reached up to clasp her hand. She curled her fingers around mine. I slid a second finger into her fiery furnace. My finger-fucking matched the rhythm of her hip thrusts. Her clit had become engorged. I could feel her pussy walls slowly throbbing around my fingers. I slid a third digit into her slippery tunnel, still matching the rhythm of her thrusts. "Tom... Tom... I feel all -- TINGLY," she cried, her voice more shrill than I'd ever heard it. "Mmm-hmmmh," I encouraged, not wanting to relieve the tension on her clitoral nub in order to answer with words. I moved to her side, my face still planted between her legs, to get a better angle. I suckled her clit for all I was worth. I was fascinated to see the way her vaginal lips clamped around my fingers and stretched outward each time my fingers retreated for a new thrust. Her vaginal walls began throbbing more rapidly. "Let go, Sarah," I managed to say between licks of her clit. "Okay," she said huskily. The throbs of her pussy turned to clenches. My fingers felt like they were being squeezed in a vise. Her thrusting became frenzied, as did mine -- her with her hips, me with my fingers, lips and tongue. "EEEEEEAIEEEEEEEEEE!" she shrieked, her climax reaching a crescendo. "MMMM-OOOOOOOOH!" I continued stroking, licking, sucking, thrusting for two or three more minutes. I felt her body spasming in wave after wave. I wanted to keep stimulating her until there were no more waves breaking on the shore. When she finally began to recover, I sat up beside her, my fingers still playing with her pussy. She opened her eyes -- their green luminescence fixed on me. "I can't believe that Tricia walked away from -- from THIS!" Sarah said, almost admiringly. Her mention of Tricia struck a nerve. I had indeed somehow failed her. I dropped my head in shame. Sarah's empathetic motor kicked into high gear. "I'm sorry," she said soothingly, "I didn't mean to touch a sore spot." She leaned toward me and gave me a hug. I smiled through my pain. She was indeed a sweet woman. I kissed her cheek -- a chaste kiss of thanks. She surprised me by turning toward my kiss. Her lips grazed mine. At the same moment, I felt her vaginal walls constrict once again around my fingers. "Um -- Sarah," I said, "you might not want to do that. It might make it difficult for me to..." "To what?" she replied, then pressed her lips against mine. I leaned away from her. "To -- to keep my word. That it ends here." She smiled a playful smile, her green eyes blazing, her freckled nose then scrunching in a gesture of unexpected disdain. "You'd better NOT!" she rejoined. With that, she grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it all the way over her head. In a matter of seconds, her bra was unstrapped and thrust on the floor. She was naked beside me. I was astounded but joyful. I cupped her breasts and leaned in for a deeper kiss. Her tongue demanded entry to my mouth. I gladly acceded. I wanted to feel her body against mine, but I was fully clothed except for my shoes. "Let me get out of these," I suggested. She helped me get quickly undressed. "My -- you're so BIG!" she marveled when she saw my erect penis. I consider myself average or just a little bigger. It made me wonder about Brother Larry. "And you -- you're GORGEOUS!" I told her sincerely. We slowly explored each other's bodies. She seemed to have particularly sensitive breasts. As I suckled her nipples, she clung desperately to me. She began moaning, so I fingered her pussy again and brought her to another writhing orgasm. I wondered how in the hell Larry had managed to squash this wonderful creature's sexuality for so long. He apparently wouldn't even give her the pleasure of sucking her tits. Surely she would have cum sometime in her married life if he'd even given her the slightest attention. I decided to stop thinking about Larry and focus on Sarah. And right now, I wanted to fuck her brains out. "Sarah -- were you planning on having me -- inside you?" I asked humbly. The Preacher's Wife "Come here, you!" she smiled teasingly. "That's the silliest question I've ever heard. How could I deny the man who brought me to LIFE???!!!" "Sweet Jesus!" I thought to myself, being careful not to unintentionally sound blasphemous aloud. Sarah lay back on the bed, spreading her legs in blatant invitation. "Have you ever made love from another position?" I asked cautiously, not wanting to insult her. "Why, no -- what other positions ARE there?" she replied, her innocence screaming through her words. "Well, let's start off slowly," I answered hopefully, "we have all night." Sarah tensed up. I could see her sense of obligation warring with her newfound exhilaration. I no longer cared about the video evidence, the report to the deacons, or revenge against Larry. I just wanted Sarah. Her look of indecision was replaced by a spark of fierce determination. "You're right," she said resolutely, "I'm not going back." I smiled and kissed her on her beautiful freckled nose. "That's my girl," I assured her. "Now, as to positions, how about we start off with the reverse cowgirl?" "You'll have to show me, Tom," she said with a hint of embarrassment. I got her to turn toward the foot of the bed and straddle me. I'm big on spooning and snuggling, but I love this position for its view of penis-in-vagina penetration. And that's exactly what I saw with Sarah. She lowered herself onto my pole, my full length and girth disappearing into her slit in a matter of seconds. Her tight, wet, warm pussy was taking me to seventh heaven. I sat up and reached around her to massage her sensitive breasts. My fingers playing with those erect nipples got her rocking on my rod in no time flat. She leaned her head back into my shoulder. I kissed her neck while tweaking her tits. I then moved one hand to her mound and began frigging her clit with my fingers. "Oh, Tom!" she cried, "Please -- can you cum with me?" "I'm not wearing a condom -- do you want me to pull out?" "I'm not able to have children, Tom. It's been a curse on me and my marriage." "So you're not on the pill, or wearing a diaphragm?" "No need, Tom. You can let go. I want you to spurt inside me!" What does a guy say to an invitation like that? "Okay, Sarah. Ready or not, here I cum!" And with just a few more thrusts my balls unleashed a cannonade of cum into her waiting womb. Her pussy clenched around my pulsating prick, draining every last drop of semen that I had to offer. She fell back onto my chest, my cock still lodged in her vagina. I wrapped my arms around her, whispering words of adoration in her ear. I told her she was the most sensual woman I'd ever been with. I decided right then and there that there would be no more lies. We spent the rest of the night together. She nearly wore me out, wanting to try all sorts of things she'd never done before. However, I was more than happy to oblige, and somehow found the stamina to last until the wee hours of the morning. And before the night was through, she indeed put my "thing" in her mouth - and enjoyed it as much as I did. * * * * * After Sarah and I shared breakfast in bed together the next morning, she called Larry to tell him not to worry about her. Not surprisingly, he hadn't really noticed that she wasn't around. It turns out that they had separate bedrooms. I think Larry only had a wife because that was what was expected of Southern Baptist pastors. It made me wonder about the vehemence of his railing against homosexuals. We're often harshest on those in whom we see our own perceived shortcomings. I never did approach the deacons about Brother Larry. I would have needed Tricia as a witness, and as we all know, that wasn't going to happen. However, Larry's alleged indiscretions with my wife were a moot point. His own wife left him that day, and Larry had to approach the deacons himself. Though they showed him a great deal of compassion, his dominion over the members of First Baptist Church ended soon thereafter. As I had suspected, the fall of Brother Larry did not leave the church without its true head -- just without a figurehead. It survived just fine, and its next pastor brought both a tender heart and an open mind. And as for me -- I had started off backwards with Sarah, bedding her before truly knowing her. As it turned out, my instincts about her were right. She was a woman of great depth and breadth, highly intelligent and intensely caring. We took about three-quarters of a year getting to know each other, and found ourselves deeply in love. She even forgave me for my deliberate attempt to sabotage her loveless marriage with Larry, once I came clean with the truth. We accepted the promise of Paul in the book of Romans that "all things work together for good, to those who love the Lord, and are called according to His purpose." My divorce from Tricia was finalized nine months after my hotel rendezvous with Sarah Kershaw. It was just in time for me to give Sarah -- and our green-eyed, auburn-haired baby girl -- a brand new family name. Larry had gone for an expedited divorce when he found out that Sarah was pregnant. Sarah's barrenness had been a result of either Larry's infertility or his inattentiveness. The former would hardly have been something to hold against him. The latter was his downfall. Sarah and I decided we needed a fresh start with our new family. We moved to Florida and found a new church. After three years there, they asked me to join the deacon ministry. I asked the chairman whether my divorce from Tricia would disqualify me. "Certainly not," he said, "it's the condition of the heart that matters, and we've seen that you have a heart for God and for people." I then told him that I would only accept if Sarah were allowed to be my ministry partner. He gave his unconditional blessing, and Sarah enthusiastically joined me. She's never been relegated to the shadows again. I've completely lost track of Larry. I don't think he wants to be found. Every now and then, I pray earnestly for him. THE END Please take a minute or two to vote and provide your comments. 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