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Fighting Tempation...And Losing Ch. 01

By: TryAnything



Author's Note: I've tried something a bit different here, deliberately setting myself up to write follow-ups, something you've probably noticed that I don't really do. Hope you enjoy it, but don't get all freaked out if my interest in continuing this story as opposed to playing with some new idea causes me to not be as dedicated to its continuation. For those who will wonder, I do not believe in the concept of religion at all, yet I have studied and extensively read about many of the world's major religions. I don't need anyone setting rules and/or interpreting for me with the Almighty, whatever its name might be.



Chapter 1 – The Problem

The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly knelt in front of the altar and prayed fervently. With all his heart. He prayed for strength to live the Lord's will. He prayed for strength to resist temptation -- his biggest need in his mind. And then he prayed for sin.

The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly was completely aware that he was committing the grossest of sins, praying for sin. Fervently wishing it with all of his being. And therein lie the inherent contradiction in The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly's life.

He was truly devout, totally and honestly believed in the full panoply of the Christian faith. Though raised a Catholic, he had been unable to accept a life without a woman. After all, that particular proscription didn't become extant until 1022 when Pope Benedict VIII banned marriages and mistresses for priests. Prior to this time it was perfectly normal and permissible for priests to have multiple wives and mistresses/concubines. The change was made solely to protect church property from inheritance. As far as he was concerned, it was in total contradiction to the essential nature of Christ's teachings and also of the Bible's admonition to go forth and be fruitful and multiply.

So he had accepted the Protestant faith in order to marry the girl of his dreams, all of his dreams, both pure and most especially the impure dreams. The fact that Faith was equally as devout was something that he hadn't counted on, hence his praying for sin. For the sin of lust. In Faith.

He wanted his precious wife to be lustful. It wasn't as though she was cold or anything. Faith had never resisted him in any way, always dutifully complying with his every wish, as long as he expressed it. But there was never any type of spontaneity from Faith in any way sexually. She was completely subservient, willing, though not obsequiously so.

And Faith was beautiful, beautiful beyond Michael's wildest dreams. She was small, only just over 5 feet tall, but she had an angelic face that was always framed by the incredible mass of her long ringleted red hair which hung down to her waist. Lightly freckled, her bright green eyes sparkled whenever she smiled, her bright white teeth gleaming as the bright rosy tip of her tongue would slightly protrude from between her lips, something she was totally unaware of, he was certain. For such a small woman, her 34C breasts seemed huge, her dark pink silver-dollar-sized aureolas tipped by nipples the size of the end digit of her pinkie finger -- he'd actually measured to see the proportion once. Her fiery red bush barely concealed her delectable pussy, which brought Michael to his present situation, on his knees in front of the altar, trembling and praying for help.

Because The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly was completely and totally addicted to his wife's body and the delights he found therein. He could never stop thinking of her. Every chance he got he was ravishing her in whatever way his fancy was struck at the moment. And with nary a single complaint or hesitation to comply on her part. 

As long as there was nothing in the Bible prohibiting a thing, then according to Faith's interpretation of her beliefs it was okay. Even 1 Corinthians 7, the only place in the Bible where celibacy is even mentioned, says that 'The husband should fulfill his wife's sexual needs, and the wife should fulfill her husband's needs. The wife gives authority over her body to her busband, and the husband gives authority over his body to his wife.' 

Therefore, since there were no specific sexual acts between married couples that were even mentioned, when Michael wanted his cock sucked, Faith sucked his cock, never failing to swallow every drop of his cum. If he wanted to fuck her ass, no problem. And he took advantage of this acquiescence as often as possible, usually several times a day, never with any hesitation or complaint on Faith's part.

And yet he found himself on his knees praying for his wife to be sinful. His lust was almost completely taking over his soul, blinding him to everything else that he had always believed and practiced.

For whatever reason, The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly had decided that he just had to see his wife lusting for him, openly desiring him. He had even imagined her having sex with other people, both men and women. And he wanted her to want it herself, to lust for a sexual depravity that knew no bounds. There was no reason for this, no sign in any way from Faith that she had ever entertained any such thoughts, yet The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly found himself constantly filled with thoughts and visions of this type.

Groaning out loud as he pushed to his feet,The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly was close to tears. Here in the most sacred act of prayer, in the house of God, in front of His altar, the only thing he could think of was watching his wife openly lusting for him sexually, being taken by other men and women. Almost in tears, he realized that he really and truly needed help, that he was becoming lost.

But to whom could he possibly turn? He was The Pillar of religious devotion in their community. He was looked up to. He served his flock and community with an honest passion and zeal, completely and selflessly giving of himself, trying to bring the love of the Lord into their lives through example. And yet he was himself the basest of them, so completely dominated by his uncontrollable lust that he felt helpless. There was no way he could seek help from anyone in their town; that was out of the question.

Tears rolling down his face in the depths of his despair, The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly realized that his only choice was to turn to his spiritual, as well as administrative superior, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey. Though only a few years older than Michael, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey had been fast-tracked for advancement. Michael knew that it would be another 15-20 years before he would be considered for a Monsignor's promotion.

Though they weren't particularly close, Michael had a good working relationship with the Monsignor, actually admiring and respecting him for his obvious devotion and the depth of his knowledge, having had the benefit of a Jesuit education before himself turning to Protestantism for the exact same reasons that Michael himself had so done; he had fallen in love and didn't want a life without a woman. The commonality they found in their attitudes towards the Vatican's version of Christianity had created a friendly & warm relationship between the two men.

His hand shaking as he picked up the phone, Michael dialed Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's number and waited as it rang. When he heard Sheamus' deep rich voice answer, he immediately felt both a cold chill run down his spine and a sense of relief that he knew help was at hand.

"Sheamus, Monsignor," Michael began, then blurted out, "I'm in terrible trouble and I need help and don't know where to turn. I can't think of anyone but you."

"Michael, Michael, what on earth is the matter?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked, truly shocked, as The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly was one of the rocks upon which his diocese depended.

In the four years they had known each other and worked together, there had been an uncommonly strong bond of shared experience, thought and belief that had always made it very comfortable for Sheamus, realizing that his lofty position with respect to his age was sometimes a problem with some of the older pastors who fell under his jurisdiction.

"I'm having a terrible moral and spiritual crisis," Michael replied, almost sobbing. "It's so terrible I don't even know how or if I can talk about it, but I must do something, for it's just tearing me apart."

"Michael, I want you to come to see me, right now," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "We'll talk, privately and face to face, and see if we can't find a way through this for you. Are you okay to drive, to come see me?"

"Yes, yes, I can drive," Michael said, swallowing a sob. "I just don't know what's happened to me."

"Well, try not to think about it, try to enjoy the drive and we'll talk when you get here," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said.

"I'll try," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said.

"Then until then, God be with you," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said.

"Thank you," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly replied, hanging up the phone.

The only thing Michael could think of as he drove the hour and a half to Devil's Hole where Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey had his office was that he would be found to be so sick, so demented and possessed of evil and unholy thoughts that they would strip him of his pastorship. As much as he loved his wife, as much as he lusted for her in ways natural and ways he thought of as totally unholy, he loved his Lord and his Son Jesus even more. 

Faith complemented his life, completed it, but the Lord and Jesus filled it. Or used to. Michael sobbed as he realized that he was spending more time obsessing over his perverted desires than he was spending with the Lord and His only Son.

When he pulled into the parking lot of Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's church and office, Sheamus himself came out to greet him at his car, seeing the deep distress in his face and embracing him, holding him tightly for a moment before releasing him and stepping back, his hands on each of Michael's shoulders.

"Let's go inside," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "It's good to see you, Michael, though I am sorry for the circumstances."

"I just don't know what's happened," Michael said, his voice quavering.

"Well, let's sit down here and I'll pour us a couple of drinks and we'll talk, okay?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, indicating a deep comfortable leather chair for Michael to sit in as they entered his office.

"So how is Faith doing?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked as he began to pour a couple of glasses of bourbon.

"Oh, God," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly sobbed, burying his face in his hands, "that's the problem."

"Michael, there's nothing wrong between you and Faith, is there?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked, genuinely concerned.

"No, no, not like that," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly replied. "It's me but it's about her."

"Here, take a sip of this and try to tell me what's bothering you," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, handing him a tumbler half-full of single malt Scotch whisky.

Quickly taking a gulp, The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly slowly and haltingly related to Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey his problem. Though inwardly Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey was shocked, outwardly he let only gently concern and compassion show on his face, though at great personal effort.

As The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly related his tale, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey recalled his year of school in Rome, Italy, at the Jesuit's Gregorian University, a part of the Pontifical Biblical Institute, where he had met his now wife, Rosaria de Gama, a distant descendant of the famous explorer, Vasco de Gama.

He could still remember the first time he had seen her as they both reached for the door of the same taxi one day. Her wide, generous smile, raven hair falling free halfway down her back, her flashing black eyes, an incredible sense of relaxation inside of her very palpable aura; these things he remembered as though they were yesterday. 

That had been the beginning of the end of the beginning, because it was then that he realized that he could never go through life without the love of a woman, and one particular woman in fact, Rosaria de Gama, for he had fallen totally head over heels in love with her that day in Rome.

They had ended up sharing the taxi and he had embarrassingly asked her if it would be okay to meet again some day, as he had so enjoyed talking with her. She had responded with an invitation to dinner that very evening that she herself would cook.

"So that's about it," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, breaking through Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's reverie. "I just don't know what to do."

"Well, first of all, what you're experiencing is not all that uncommon, Michael," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "Most normal men have these type of feelings at one time or another, whether it be about their mother, sister, wife, et cetera. It's a part of being human. The issue is what you do about it, with it," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said.

"But it's just so against everything moral and Holy that I've ever learned," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said.

"Yes, but not necessarily in the Bible," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said carefully.

"What do you mean?" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly asked, his eyes wide in shock. "God destroyed Sodom & Gomorrah because of this kind of sin."

"God destroyed Sodom & Gomorrah because the people had turned away from Him," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey replied. "There has been far too much focus on what the people turned to when they turned away from God, but it was their turning away from God that incurred his wrath."

"I've never thought of it in that way," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly admitted.

"Even further back in history the priestesses in the temples of Astarte were there to sexually bring the men of the city closer to God. Wives encouraged their men to do what was at that time thought necessary to appease God. These priestesses were highly sought after as wives after their time serving the temple and God," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey explained. "And then what about 1 Corinthians 7?"

"I think 1 Corinthians 7 is the bedrock of Faith's attitude towards marriage," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, shaking his head.

"So as I see it, the real problem you're having is that you're feeling yourself pulled away from God in favor of the earthly pleasures, not necessarily the particular earthly pleasures you're envisioning; am I right?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked. 

The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly just sat there, still as a stone, his mind whirling as he tried to digest what he had just been told. If he didn't know Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey as well as he did, for the kind of man that he was, he would have said that anyone else saying such words would be blaspheming. But this was the Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey speaking to him.

"If what you say is true, then I'm not lost," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly finally said softly.

"Michael," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, standing up, "you've met Rosaria. You know why I'm a Protestant, just like you. Unlike Vatican Catholicism, Protestantism allows us to enjoy our humanity instead of suppressing it. I love being a Protestant. I can love and serve and worship my Lord and His Son without having to give up my humanity."

"But what do I do about Faith's, well, lack of open lust?" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly asked, almost embarrassed.

"Well, have you ever talked to her about it?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked. "That's the first thing I'd recommend."

"Well, no, I haven't," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly replied. "She is so very devout, the perfect Christian wife. I'm afraid. I'd hate to have her think I'm sick or perverted or something and then I'd lose her."

"Do you think what you're thinking is sick or perverted?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked.

"I have mixed feelings about it," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly confessed. "On some levels, yes, terribly. Isn't it sick and perverted?"

"Not in any way that I can see," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said evenly, glancing sideways at him to see his reaction.

"Really! Oh, if that were only true," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly sighed. "That's one of the things that bothers me the most, that I'm thinking sick and perverted things, and about my wife whom I love more than anyone living on this earth."

"Well, I recommend that you first talk with Faith about your feelings," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "Without doing that, you can't do anything. Then, why don't you and Faith join me and Rosaria at the diocese's ranch up at Satan's Lake on Friday after work. We'll stay until Sunday morning and then get back in time for our services. Maybe it will help for everyone to have someone to talk to."

"You're lifting such a huge weight from my shoulders," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said to Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey. "I don't know how to begin to thank you."

"Come now, Michael, that's what you and I do for a living, remember? We bring succor and comfort to people through our Lord and His Son. It doesn't make us any better than them or any less in need of the same succor and comfort from time to time," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said.

Fighting Tempation...And Losing Ch. 02



Chapter 2 – Sheamus & Rosaria

"Mmm, hello!" Rosaria de Gama O'Shaunessey said as her husband pulled her into his arms and kissed her as he came home for the day. "Somebody's happy to see me," she said, reaching down and grabbing his rapidly hardening cock through his pants.

"Well, it has been a very interesting day and somebody is very happy to see you," Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, releasing the hook at the top of Rosaria's dress and stepping back a step to watch as it slid down her body to pool at her feet, leaving her standing naked in front of him wearing only the 3" high heels that she never seemed to be without.

"Is that so?" she asked with a blinding smile, lifting her arms above her head, her feet planted apart, slowly swaying her hips, her olive skin glowing, her full 35C breasts sexily moving back and forth, the almost black berry-like nipples full and hard, sticking out prominently.

"Tell me more," she said, lowering her arms and reaching for his pants, lowering them and his boxer shorts to the floor as he removed his shirt, "and don't leave anything out," she said as she wrapped a hand around his rock-hard cock and began to softly suck on the head, her tongue probing the slit to taste the pre-cum that had already gathered there.

"First things first," Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, reaching down and urging her to her feet, then sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her into their bedroom where he gently placed her on the bed.

"I'm also very thirsty," he said, pushing her knees up to her shoulders and sticking his tongue into the steamy cauldron of her pussy, her thick clit visibly throbbing as he fastened his lips on it and gently sucked.

"Mmm, yes, worship at the altar, baby, worship at the altar," Rosaria urged, reaching down and pulling her husband's face tightly into her pussy.

More than almost anything else, Sheamus O'Shaunessey loved eating his wife's pussy. An even deeper duskier color of olive brown, Rosaria's inner pussy lips protruded almost an inch from between her plump outer lips, slightly curling out. Sheamus loved gripping them between his fingers and pulling them out and apart to reveal the bright pink interior of her pussy, always slick and shiny with her juices.

"Oh, yes, that's it, that's it," Rosaria de Gama O'Shaunessey cried out as she came, flooding her husband's face as he frantically licked and sucked at the cum feast she was producing. 

"Ahh!!!" she cried out, arching her back as he gently chewed on her inner lips, knowing how sensitive they were, especially right during and after an orgasm.

"Now I feel better," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, looking up from between his wife's spread thighs to smile at her, his face smeared with pussy juice.

"Now you truly look like a man of God," Rosaria de Gama O'Shaunessey said with a laugh. "You look like you've been to the promised land."

"This is the promised land," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, pushing to his feet and driving his rock-hard cock all the way into his wife's open and inviting pussy.

"Oh, no, you don't," she said, wriggling out from beneath him and dislodging his cock from her pussy. "I'm thirsty, too, remember?" she said as she slid forward to the edge of the bed, her husband's cock now sticking straight out, glistening with her pussy juices. "Feed me first, then you can fuck me," she said, inhaling his cock, not stopping until her face was pressed up against his stomach.

"Oh, yes," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey sighed as he felt his wife's magical mouth and throat sucking on his cock.

"But tell me what happened today," she gasped as she lifted her face from his cock.

As Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey related his tale, his wife returned to sucking his cock, and she gave a world-class blowjob. By the time he got to the end of his tale, she was face-fucking herself so hard and fast that he felt his balls churning as they prepared to blow their load.

"Oh, Dear Lord," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey moaned as his balls exploded.

Immediately Rosaria de Gama O'Shaunessey pulled her face off of her husband's cock, holding it so that each spurt of his hot cum splashed onto her upper lip, then dripped onto her tongue, into her mouth, down onto her chin as she continued pumping him with both hands. When cum stopped oozing from his cock, she then used it to scrape all of the cum on her face into her mouth, then sucked him clean.

"Now tell me how we're going to get Michael & Faith to come play, but do it while you're fucking me," she said, sliding onto her back and pulling her knees up and apart to expose her sopping pussy to him.

Laughing, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey drove his still hard cock into his wife's hungry pussy, feeling her heat envelop him as he leaned forward to suck first one, then the other rock-hard nipple into his mouth, gently, and then a bit more than gently, chewing on her nipples, one after the other, causing her to groan when he bit down a bit too hard.

Biting even harder, he heard her cry out and at the same time felt her pussy spasm on his cock, her whole body writhing in orgasm as he continued to bite down hard on her nipples, one after the other, until he felt her pussy stop clamping down on his cock, at which point he began to gently and lovingly suck and lick her nipples, soothing them from the effects of his biting.

"Damn, the way you know how to make me cum," Rosaria de Gama O'Shaunessey said with a laugh as she pulled his face to hers, kissing him deeply. "I just love you so much."

"You are one hot woman, Rosaria," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "But you make one hell of a mess," he added standing up, his still-hard cock sliding from her pussy, their combined juices dripping from it.

"Well, what kind of a good Christian wife would I be if I didn't clean up my own messes?" she asked, sitting up and taking him into her mouth, sucking long and hard to clean him of their combined juices. 

"How better to honor my husband?"

"So, what about Michael & Faith?" Rosaria asked, sitting up, her husband's now clean cock in her hands, once again hard as a rock. "Is their relationship in trouble, do you think?" she asked, pushing him onto his back and easily mounting him, sinking down onto his throbbing cock.

"No, I think it's just Michael feeling normal frustrations and wanting to be more like us, if he only knew," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey replied. "He is a very devout man, committed, and I believe Faith is also. But like many, they don't realize that life can be just as complete with full faith and devotion, that there needn't be any sacrifice of the pleasures that we were created for."

"Mmm, I know just what you mean," Rosaria said, sliding her hips back and forth faster and faster as she fucked him. "So, what is your goal going to be?" she asked, letting his cock slide from her pussy as she rolled over onto her hands and knees, her ass and pussy pointing at him, her pussy a swollen red gash between her olive thighs.

"I'm mostly concerned with making sure that they are both spiritually and psychologically at ease," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey replied as he knelt behind his wife, his shining cock pointing straight at her proffered ass and pussy.

"Are you going to try to bring them into our world?" she asked, wriggling her ass at him.

"I don't know," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey replied, rubbing his cock up and down her gooey slit. "If I think that they're ready and will agree, I might try," he said, sinking deep into her welcoming pussy.

"Mmm, that is just so nice," Rosaria de Gama O'Shaunessey said as Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey began to fuck her in earnest now, the immediate pressure on his balls relieved.

'I just know that Michael would be an even better spiritual leader if he were content in all of the areas of his life, not just his spiritual life," he said, really slamming his cock in and out of his wife's sopping pussy. "And for some reason he feels the need to have Faith openly lusting for him, and possibly more."

"Well, you can hardly blame him, can you?" Rosaria de Gama O'Shaunessey said as her husband continued to pound her pussy. "She is very beautiful, delicious looking, I'd go so far as to say. And by the way you're fucking me right now, I doubt you'd mind finding out personally, would you?" she asked with a laugh, grinding her pussy back at him, rotating her ass in circles.

"Ah, you witch!" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey cried out as he felt her pussy milking his cock. "I'm going to cum!"

"Cum on my ass and pussy," Rosaria de Gama O'Shaunessey panted as she felt her husband's cock swell.

"Oh, God," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey groaned as he felt his balls spasm.

Pulling his spurting cock from his wife's gaping pussy, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey aimed his cock at her asshole, watching as rope after rope of hot cum spurt from his cock and splashed against her rosebud, then slowly dribbled and slid down to her pussy, sliding between, over and around her spread pussy lips.

"Mmm, I just love it when your cum splashes against my ass," Rosaria said when she felt his orgasm subside. "Now it's your turn to clean me up," she said, wriggling her ass and pussy at him, covered with his cum, her own pussy juices soaking her thighs.

"Turn-about is fair play," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said with a laugh as he dove into his wife's swampy pussy, slurping up most of the cum cocktail immediately, then paying careful attention to her rosebud, making sure it was spic & span, gently probing with the stiffened tip of his tongue as she gasped and writhed beneath him. Then he put his full attention to her pussy and thighs, not stopping until she was clean and glistening.

"Oh, I just love it when you come home all worked up," Rosaria said as her husband crawled up her body, trailing his tongue up through her navel, then softly sucking on each of her distended nipples before kissing her deeply, his cock finding its unerring way into her hot welcoming pussy.

Now they fucked slowly, writhing together on the bed, Sheamus' cock never stopping its unending rhythm, plunging the depths of Rosaria's hot hungry pussy.

"I love you so much, Husband," Rosaria whispered to him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her ankles locked around the small of his back as she tried to fuck him just as much as he was fucking her. "I thank the Lord every day that we both wanted a cab that day," she told him, a smile on her face as sweat began to form on her brow, squeezing her ass tightly together in a Kegel maneuver, her pubococcygeus muscle clamping down on her husband's cock, eliciting a deep groan/moan of satisfaction.

"You're the only woman in the world who could have gotten me to think more of her than of my vows to the Catholic church," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey replied, slamming his cock deeply into his wife's magical milking pussy. "And I don't think I could ever get so close to God without the blessings of our love together," he added. "Jesus' whole message was one of Love and Tolerance, so how can you possibly preach, much less practice either if you exclude the most holy of relationships, that between a man and woman in love."

"Well, at least as a Catholic priest I had a better than average chance that you'd like ass fucking," Rosaria said with a laugh, lifting herself up against him, grinding her pussy into his pubic bone, feeling her clit ready to burst. "And we both know that nothing makes me hotter than a nice cock in my ass, don't we?" she said, lust shining in her eyes.

"I get the hint," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said with a laugh, pushing up onto his knees and grabbing her by the ankles, holding them high and as far up towards her head as far as possible, his cock still impaling her pussy.

As he slid his cock from his wife's pussy, she reached around beneath herself and pulled her ass cheeks as wide apart as possible, spreading them wide to give him easy access. Staring at the incredible pink star winking at him, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey placed the tip of his cock at the center of the star and gently pushed. After an initial hesitation his cock began to slide easily into her ass.

"Oh, yes," Rosaria gasped as inch after inch filled her bowels until all 7 inches were deeply ensconced. "Now fuck me, fuck me hard," she demanded.

Laughing, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey began to fuck his wife's ass, slowly but surely picking up his pace as her ass loosened up. Reaching down with one hand, he began to rub her clit with a thumb as he fucked her ass. Almost immediately she began to cum, her ass spasming on his cock and pussy juice dribbling down from her gaping pussy to further lubricate his cock as it pistoned in and out of her ass.

"Oh, good Lord!" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey cried out, burying himself as deeply as possible in his wife's ass as his balls exploded, cum pumping deep inside of her as her ass and pussy continued to spasm in the throes of her orgasm.

"Mmm, it is so nice to feel so loved," Rosaria de Gama O'Shaunessey said with a sigh as her husband released her leg and let his cock slide from her ass, followed by a dribble of cum.

"Join me in the shower and then we'll make dinner," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, offering her a hand and helping her to her feet.

"It's so nice to have an evening to ourselves," Rosaria said as they stepped into the shower. "Tomorrow the Gilmores are coming for their weekly Thursday night special counseling session."

"Isn't that nice," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as the steam from the shower filled the room. 



Fighting Tempation...And Losing Ch. 03



Chapter 3 – Special Counseling

Promptly at 8:00 on Thursday evening the doorbell rang as Rosaria was wrapping a sarong around her hips after taking a shower.

"Sheamus, will you get that?" she called out, sticking her head out the door from their bedroom, her beautiful breasts swaying in front of her. "I'm still getting dressed."

"No problem," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey replied.

Putting on her brightly-flowered halter top as she looked in the mirror, Rosaria de Gama O'Shaunessey smiled at herself, liking what she saw. Her olive skin always looked wonderful with brightly colored clothing and her halter top was pure Hawaii in that regard. She loved the feel of the silk sliding across her skin and felt her nipples immediately responding, growing hard and actually throbbing on the ends of her breasts as the silk material continued to excite them. Slipping her feet into a pair of simple sandals, she went to join her husband and their guests.

"Good evening, Shelley, Tom," Rosaria said as she entered the room, giving them both a firm full-body hug and a kiss on both cheeks. "And how are the two of you doing tonight?" she asked.

"Fine, thanks," Tom Gilmore replied, slightly blushing. "Better."

"And you, Shelley?" she asked, taking them by the arm and leading them into their session room, a comfortable room with several leather sofas and reclining chairs, as well as a pair of side-by-side massage tables and a pair of chair massage 'tables'. Not just ordinary chair massage tables, these had been modified so that the seat could face the table in the ordinary fashion, or also turn 180° so that your back would be to the chair. An extra padded backrest had been added for this purpose. In addition, beneath the seat two arms could swing out, each about 3 feet long, with padded and adjustable foot rests. The seat itself was more U shaped.

"Oh, better, I agree," the mid-40ish woman agreed, a bit of a smile touching her face as her grey eyes twinkled. "We're definitely making progress."

"Well, that's just wonderful," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as he sat on one of the leather sofas. "Why don't you start by first telling us how things have gone this past week," he suggested as they sat on the sofa opposite and Rosaria sat next to him.

"Well," began Tom, also in his mid-40s, only 5'7" tall with the beginnings of a belly beginning to show. "We've actually managed to practice at least once a day for the entire week," he said, a big smile creasing his face, a lock of his thinning hair hanging down onto his forehead.

"Both of you?" Rosaria asked.

"Yes," Shelley answered, a blush suffusing her face.

"And how did you approach these practice sessions, as a chore to be done or with joy, anticipation?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked.

"Well, at first with a bit of the chore attitude on my part," Tom admitted. "But that changed and I began to really look forward to it. Sometimes we practiced more than once a day," he added.

"And what about you, Shelley?" he asked. "How did you feel towards these practice sessions?"

"I wasn't as eager, especially not at first," she replied, "but it got better and I began to look forward to it, too."

"What made it harder in the beginning?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked. "Tom?"

"Well, I found it embarrassing, knowing that it wasn't spontaneous, that it was timed, planned, practice," he said. "It wasn't like we suddenly had the urge; it lost almost all of its spontaneity. Then I was nervous and embarrassed that I wouldn't do it right, wasn't doing it right, wasn't making Shelley feel good, the way she should."

"And you, Shelley," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked, "what were your feelings?"

"Pretty much the same, though I think it was even harder for me," she said, having difficulty looking either he or Rosaria in the eye as she spoke.

"Why, Shelley?" Rosaria asked gently, leaning forward to place a gently hand on her knee.

"Well, it's like Tom said, knowing that he was trying to please me because he was scheduled to, that made me uncomfortable. It's hard to relax that way. Maybe he was only doing it because it was what you told him to do, not because he liked it," she said. "And then I'm always worried that I'm not doing it good, that he doesn't like it," she added.

"But it got better?" Rosaria asked.

"Yes, definitely," Tom answered.

"Yes, I think so, too," Shelley said in agreement, nodding her head.

"Why is that, Tom?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked.

"Well, I just became addicted to the smell, the flavor of Shelley's pussy," he said, blushing furiously now. "I just couldn't think of anything else, just her pussy, eating her all the time. And when she started cumming each time, each time quicker, well, I felt more confident that I was doing better and that helped me enjoy it more," he said.

"That's wonderful!" Rosaria exclaimed. "You lucky guy, you. And you, too, Shelley," she added with a laugh. "There's nothing like having a man who can't get enough of eating your pussy, is there?"

"It's pretty amazing," Shelley agreed, her cheeks flaming red. "I found myself wet all day just thinking about Tom's tongue in my pussy. It got to the point where I'd start cumming as soon as he stuck his tongue in my pussy and I wouldn't stop until he did," she said, laughing out loud. 

"Sucking him was different, though," she said, shaking her head, "and it still is, in a way. I mean, at first, you know, it was just disgusting to me," she said. "But I forced myself to do it, like you suggested, because he was making such an effort himself for me. The first few days I almost threw up when he came in my mouth and had trouble swallowing all of it, but then I found myself just sucking him, trying my hardest to make him cum. And when he came I just drank it up, realizing that I had grown accustomed enough to the taste and texture and that I was liking it. Though I still have trouble getting him to cum sometimes."

"But she finally managed to take all of me into her mouth, swallowed me," Tom boasted proudly.

"Well, this is just wonderful news," Rosaria said, clapping her hands together. "I am so happy for the two of you. I'm just as impressed by how much more comfortable you seem to be just talking about it."

"We started adding more talk to things," Tom said, glancing sideways at Shelley.

"We'll work tonight on getting more of Tom into your mouth with you, Shelley," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "And we'll step up Tom's progress a bit to the next level. How does that sound?"

"Whatever you say," Tom replied. "You've been completely right so far," he added, his eyes constantly fixing on Rosaria.

"Why don't we start with you, then," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey suggested, "then we'll finish up with Shelley. That okay with both of you?"

"Sure," Tom agreed. "Unless you want to start," he said, turning towards his wife.

"No, it doesn't matter, does it?" Shelley said with a laugh. "It's a win-win from where I'm sitting."

"And that is exactly the right attitude," Rosaria said with a laugh. "As long as it's a win-win, it's all good."

"How shall we start?" Tom asked Rosaria as he stood up, a smile on his face.

"Well, why don't we start with you showing us your progress so far," Rosaria suggested, then added when she saw his eyes brightening, "that way we can also see how Shelley is reacting. Then we'll make suggestions and take it from there, okay?"

"No problem," Tom said, doing his best to hide his disappointment. "The chair massage tables?"

"I think that would be perfect," Rosaria replied, then stepped forward and hugged him tightly. "Don't worry about a thing," she told him as she stepped back. "You'll do fine."

"Why don't you two undress while Sheamus is setting up the camera," she said.

"I'll be ready in just a minute," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as he set up his Canon XL H1S camcorder.

By the time Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey had the camcorder set up, Tom and Shelley had finished undressing and Shelley was sitting on the edge of the chair massage seat with her back to the seat and her knees together, while Tom stood next to her, his cock already on the rise towards its full 5½inches.

"Okay, I'm ready," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, the camera on his shoulder.

"I'm certain that when you practice at home that you don't just start in, am I right?" Rosaria asked with a smile on her face.

"No, we kiss a lot, petting, pretty much working up towards it, like you suggested," Tom replied. "That helped take some of the unpleasant feeling out of being scheduled, if you know what I mean."

"That's one of the main reasons we suggest it," Rosaria replied. "I ask because I want you to do it that way here, too, so we can truly gauge your progress and plan further."

"I certainly don't mind," Tom said with a laugh.

"You seem a bit uncomfortable, Shelley," Rosaria said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "is everything alright?"

"Well, it's just sort of cold, clinical, if you know what I mean," she said. "I know we're not strangers or anything, it's just that, well, we're naked, you're not, Monsignor O'Shaunessey has a video camera, I feel like I'm on stage, on a porno set or something."

"Well, I can certainly understand your point," Rosaria said with a laugh. "I'd feel the same way if I were you. And of course Monsignor O'Shaunessey and I will take our clothes off. Shouldn't everyone on a porno set be naked?" she asked with a laugh as she released her sarong and let it slide to the floor, revealing that she was naked beneath. Her halter top quickly followed.

"Here, let me help," Rosaria said, kneeling in front of her husband and releasing his trousers, letting them slide to the floor where he stepped out of them, his cock swinging and hitting her in the face.

"Hey, no violence!" Rosaria said with a laugh, grabbing his cock with one hand and shaking a finger at it with the other. "Play nice!"

Everyone burst out laughing and a great deal of the tension in the room disappeared. Holding the camera while her husband removed his shirt, Rosaria then stood behind Shelley as she sat on the chair massage seat, her back to the apparatus.

"Okay, let's get started," Monsignor O'Shaunessey said, bringing the camera up to his eye.

"Why don't you get the foot rests, Tom," Rosaria suggested as she moved to stand behind Shelley.

"I'm sure Tom will have you feeling better in no time," she said, putting her hands on Shelley's shoulders and encouraging her to lean back, even as Tom was placing first one, then the other foot in the foot rests, leaving her with her feet at least 3 feet apart. 

"Just enjoy yourself, let go," she whispered into Shelley's ear, letting her hands slide down the front of Shelley's chest to cup and then caress her breasts, her fingers finding her rapidly hardening nipples and pinching them as Tom knelt between her spread legs, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey right there with his video camera.

"Oh, God," Shelley moaned as she felt Tom's tongue slither into her spread pussy.

"You taste so good," Tom said, smiling up at her before plunging his tongue once more into her sopping pussy before trailing it up her belly, slowly probing at her navel before continuing up to her breasts, softly sucking on each one, gently chewing on her nipples until she gasped before finally kissing her gently, letting his tongue run across her lips before they truly kissed, their tongues dancing together.

"Yes, go ahead," Shelley urged him when they broke their kiss, a wild look in her eyes as she gently pushed down on his shoulders.

"Mmm, yes," Tom agreed, slowly working his way back down her body, stopping to suckle her breasts before again dropping to his knees between her wide-spread thighs, her pussy split wide open, her juices coating her ass cheeks as they ran down to the seat.

"So beautiful, "Tom said, using his fingers to spread Shelley's pussy lips wide apart, showing her hole pooling with juices, her clit small but insistent, before gluing his mouth to her and sucking, drinking her up.

Almost immediately Shelley began to cum, arching her hips up into her husband's face as he continued to feast on her pussy. Only when Rosaria noticed her orgasm subsiding somewhat did she speak up.

"That was fantastic, both of you," she said. "We can see you've really learned how to respond to one another with Tom eating your pussy, and you both seem to really enjoy it, too."

"I love it," Tom said, looking up from his wife's pussy, her juices smeared across his face.

"Me, too," Shelley said, smiling down at her husband.

"It can be better," Rosaria said, "believe it or not. Are you interested?"

"Better than this?" Shelley said, laughing. "I don't know if I can handle that much pleasure."

"Really?" Tom asked. "I want to give her as much pleasure as possible."

"Shelley?" Rosaria inquired as she stepped around in front of the massage chair to stand facing Tom.

"Oh, by all means," she said. "How can I possibly say no? But what's it about?"

"Well, our, your pussy is not the only sensitive thing in the area, so to speak. There are other spots just as sensitive, if not more so. So now we're going to include those areas as you eat her pussy," Rosaria explained.

"What areas?" Tom asked, a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Well, believe it or not, the anus has just as main nerve endings as the pussy and is very sensitive, as is the area of skin between the pussy and the anus called the taint, because it t'aint's pussy and it t'ain't ass," she explained with a laugh, at which they all burst out laughing.

"I've never imagined anything like that," Tom said honestly.

"Me, either," Shelley said, an uncertain look on her face. "I'm not so sure I'd like that."

"Oh, you'll love it, believe me," Rosaria said with a laugh.

"And so will you, Tom," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey added from behind his camera.

"Shall we try?" Rosaria asked, looking from one to the other.

"Well..." Shelley started to say.

"Oh, of course," Tom said with a laugh. "That's what we're here for, to learn. If we don't like something, we don't have to continue with it, but we should find out about what we can so we'll have something to make a decision about."

"How, what should I do?" he asked, looking up at Rosaria.

"Well, first of all, let's change the configuration of the chair a bit to make it easier," she said, lifting first one, then the other of the foot rest support arms about 20 degrees up into the air where they locked into place, having the effect of spreading Shelley's thighs and pussy even further, but also causing her to scoot a bit forward on the seat so that her entire pussy and rosebud were prominently exposed.

"Now," she said, moving to kneel beside Tom right in front of Shelley's spread pussy, "you want to remember to share your time, spread your tongue around, really," she said laughing. "Tease her pussy, tease her taint, tease her rosebud. Just like it was her pussy, just more to it," Rosaria said with a smile.

"Okay, I think I understand," Tom said, a bit of confusion on his face.

"Here, we'll do it like before," Rosaria said. "I'll show you, then you can try it, okay?"

Before Tom had even managed to stammer his agreement Rosaria had turned to Shelley and leaned forward, slowly dragging her tongue from her rosebud all the way up to her clit, which she gently sucked on. Then as Tom watched with his mouth hanging open Rosaria proceeded to give Shelley a world-class rim job, tonguing her rosebud, probing it with her stiffened tongue, licking and teasing her taint, driving her tongue deep into her pussy to drink up the juices that poured forth.

Shelley was writhing on the chair massage seat as Rosaria showed Tom what to do. She was out of her mind at the sensations Rosaria's tongue was producing. Nobody had ever done anything remotely like this to her. She thought she would pass out when she felt her stiffened tongue press into her ass, even as she realized that she was consciously relaxing to help her. When finally once again she felt Rosaria sucking on her clit her entire body let go as she came, her orgasm wracking her body as Rosaria continued to drink her up.

"That's what I mean," Rosaria panted as she lifted her pussy-smeared face from Shelley's pussy when she had finished cumming. "Do you think you can do that?" she asked.

"Yes," Tom said firmly, nodding his head. "Absolutely."

"Well, it looks as though Shelley could use a few minutes break," Rosaria said, smiling. "Why don't you try it on me first while she's recovering, then you can try it on her, okay?"

"Well, sure," Tom said enthusiastically, his face beaming, then quickly bending to help Rosaria adjust the foot rest arms on the second chair massage chair.

"Shelley, it's probably a good idea for you to watch closely, too," Rosaria said as she sat down and placed her feet in the foot rests, spreading her bald pussy wide open, glistening with her juices, her star-shaped rosebud winking at everyone. "It will help you to guide Tom later, among other things," she said, leaning back.

"Okay, Tom, just like you'll do it to Shelley," Rosaria said as her husband got into position with his video camera.

With Shelley kneeling next to her husband on the floor between Rosaria's wide-spread thighs, confusion as well as lust on her face, Tom leaned forward and licked Rosaria from her rosebud to her clit before jamming his tongue as deep into her pussy as possible and sucking on her thick flowing juices. After a bit he would trail his way down to her rosebud, tentatively probing and teasing before returning to her honeypot and drinking.

"What do you think, Shelley?" Rosaria asked, "How is he doing?"

"Well, he doesn't seem all that interested in your ass," she commented, "he seems more interested in your pussy."

"That's exactly how it seems to me, too," Rosaria said with a laugh, "and that's nice, but that's not what we're trying to accomplish. Do you not enjoy it, Tom?" she asked.

"No, I like it just fine," Tom replied a bit defensively, Rosaria's pussy juice smeared across his face.

"Do you think you could enjoy it if you were only to eat my ass and not my pussy?" she asked.

"Well, I don't know," Tom replied slowly.

"And that's exactly how it seems to me, too," Rosaria said. "Shelley, how did it seem to you when I was demonstrating for Tom? Did I seem to play favorites to you?"

"No, not at all," Shelley replied, shaking her head.

"Tom, I want you to watch carefully again while Shelley shows you how to do it," Rosaria said, noticing the sudden shocked look on Shelley's face. "She knows exactly what it's supposed to feel like and she's seen what you're not doing correctly, so she'll be able to show you perfectly, okay?"

"Well, sure," Tom said, hardly daring to believe what he was hearing and about to see.

"Show him how it's done, Shelley," Rosaria said, a smile on her face. "There are just some things that we as women know instinctively better than a man, and one of them is pleasuring each other."

"B-b-but I've never..." Shelley began to stammer.

"You'll do fine," Rosaria said. "Your instincts will guide you."

Shelley turned her gaze to her husband, her eyes wide and a bit wild. She could see the lust and excitement in his face, as well as the rock-hard evidence standing out in front of him. Her gaze returned to Rosaria, who smile softly at her, at the same time reaching down with one hand to spread her pussy lips even further apart. Shelley's eyes were irresistibly drawn to Rosaria's pussy, open, glistening, juices pooling and running down to coat the star-shaped rosebud beneath.

Inexplicably she felt herself drawn forward, slowly, slowly, until finally her nose, lips and tongue all made contact with Rosaria's pussy at the same time. Slowly and gently she explored the softness of Rosaria's pussy, realizing that the taste was different but not all that dissimilar to the taste of herself on Tom's cock when she sucked him after he had been inside of her.




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Letting her tongue slide into the depths of Rosaria's pussy, she drank her juices, then followed them down to where they were pooling at Rosaria's rosebud. At first tentative, she explored, noticing the different texture, but also noticing the effect it had on Rosaria, who was now writhing on the seat.

And then she was everywhere, voraciously eating Rosaria's pussy before returning to her rosebud, even managing to push the tip of her tongue past the sphincter a bit as Rosaria suddenly spasmed in orgasm. Shelley quickly glued her mouth to Rosaria's pussy and drank as she came, ending up sucking on her huge distended clit as Rosaria, gasping, begged her to stop.

"And that, Tom, is how it's done," Rosaria gasped, her eyes still a bit glazed from the intensity of her orgasm. "Now show Shelley that her lesson on your behalf wasn't wasted," she told him.

Tom couldn't get his wife back onto her seat fast enough, diving into her pussy like a madman, this time giving equal time and attention to everything, just like he had seen. His mind was exploding with lust as he ate Shelley's pussy. The images of her eating Rosaria's pussy and ass were driving him to never-before felt levels of lust, to the point of depravity.

And then Shelley cried out as her orgasm struck, reaching down to hold her husband's head firmly against her spasming pussy. When she finally released him, he looked up at her, his face covered in her juices, a look of rapture on his face to match hers.

"Praise the Lord, that was what I call a successful lesson," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said from behind his camera. "Just fantastic!"

"You were perfect, both of you," Rosaria said, a huge smile on her face.

"Why don't we take a break for a bit before we get to the second part of tonight's session?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey suggested. "It looks like everyone could use something to drink."



Fighting Tempation...And Losing Ch. 04



Chapter 4 – Special Counseling, Part II

The four of them sat comfortably on a sofa, wearing house robes that Rosaria had provided. The house robes happened to be very short, only just past waist length, but having them on gave everyone a sense of being dressed as opposed to being naked. Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey went to the bar and made everyone a drink, a bit on the strong side, before joining them.

"So, how do you both feel?" he asked after they had all taken a nice swallow of their drinks.

"I feel incredible!" Tom replied immediately, his face flushed with excitement. "I don't ever remember being so turned on before."

"It was fabulous," Shelley agreed. "I've never experienced anything like it."

"And which part did you like the best?" Rosaria asked, a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.

"Oh!" Shelley exclaimed, her cheeks flushing crimson. "I couldn't possibly choose," she said, glancing at her husband to see his eyes glowing. "I'd never done anything like that, never even thought of it," she continued, "but it was wonderful. I loved it."

"So did I," Rosaria agreed with a laugh. "It was just wonderful. Which is how all things sexual are supposed to be. If they're not wonderful, then there's something wrong, either with what you're trying to do or with the people themselves. I think the progress the two of you are making is spectacular. I'm just certain that your future sex lives together are going to be wonderful beyond your wildest dreams."

"And what did you like the best, Tom," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked, "eating Rosaria's pussy, watching Shelley eating Rosaria, or you eating Shelley yourself?"

Tom's face went a total red. He felt as though his ears were on fire.

"Well," he began, his eyes darting rapidly back and forth between his wife and Rosaria.

"It's okay, Tom," Rosaria said, leaning forward to lay a hand on his knee, her robe falling open and hiding nothing. "There is no wrong or right answer here; it's all good."

"Well," he began again, "nothing has ever excited me more than seeing Shelley eating your pussy. I thought I would explode, it was so hot. It was even hotter than watching you eat hers."

"Well, it seems we've found something that we all enjoy, though for very different reasons," Rosaria said with a laugh. "And that's a good thing. It just adds a whole new dimension to the possibilities with which you can explore your enjoyment of each other."

"How does that make you feel, Shelley, knowing that Tom is turned on watching you eat another woman's pussy?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked.

"Oh, I hadn't thought about it," Shelley replied. "I don't know, good, I guess. I mean, I want to turn him on, I want him to think that I'm sexy, that I'm hot."

"And how did you feel watching Tom eat my pussy?" Rosaria asked.

"Well, I had mixed feelings," Shelley admitted. "Part of me felt some jealousy, wondering if he liked eating you better maybe, but at the same time it made me incredibly horny."

"Because it was Tom eating another woman's pussy?" Rosaria asked.

"Maybe to a degree, but I think it was more just seeing it being done right in front of me like that, that and wishing it were me," she added, laughing.

"So you find watching other people have sex exciting," Rosaria said, more a statement than a question. "That's a huge change, improvement over your previous two sessions with us, wouldn't you say?"

"Gosh, yes," Shelley laughed. "I can still remember how totally shocked I was when you demonstrated for us what you wanted us to do. I thought my face would burn to a crisp and fall off."

"You also seem to have a lot less guilt about things sexual," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said.

"Well, yes, that's true," Shelley agreed, nodding her head. "I'm not ashamed of myself, or my desires anymore. And having the two of you demonstrating with us made me think differently about what fidelity is. And I've come to realize that it's a matter of the mind and heart, and honesty, that creates fidelity. I don't consider myself at all unfaithful to Tom because of what we've done here, and I don't feel that's he's been at all unfaithful to me, either."

"That's so true," Rosaria said in agreement. "Sheamus and I have helped many many couples over the years and neither of us has ever been unfaithful in that time."

"And you've also learned so far this evening that your anus can be and is a very erogenous zone," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey added.

"I had no idea," Shelley said, her face flushing once again. "I mean, I had never even thought of anyone's mouth being connected to an anus, but the sensations were indescribable. And then when I showed Tom with Rosaria, it was just as exciting being on the other end, so to speak. Just thinking about it has me incredibly wet."

"I can't help worrying about the correctness of all of this," Shelley said. "I mean, I understand what you've told us, but it does seem sinful to me at times. And that makes it worse, because I truly love what we're doing."

"Well, Shelley," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey began, "if you were doing these things only out of a sense of lust, not with a pure heart, without only love towards your husband at all times, then there would be an element of sin involved. But if your heart is pure, if your only desire in learning these things is to be able to please your husband, to show your love for him, then there is no sin."

"But some of these things we've done," Shelley persisted.

"Nothing we have done or taught you is expressly forbidden in the Bible," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said.

"I understand that," Shelley replied, "and it wouldn't be at all an issue, but we've done it with others, with you," she said, her cheeks red with embarrassment. "Outside our marriage."

"And has your heart been pure in so doing?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked. "Did you do these things with thoughts of giving your husband pleasure foremost in your mind?"

"For the most part, yes," she replied, glancing at Tom guiltily.

"And the parts where these thoughts were not foremost, what were your thoughts?"  Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked.

"That I was enjoying it for its own sake," she admitted, her face flaming, unable to look at Tom. "Enjoying it."

"I think I understand," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, getting to his feet.

"Tom, how did you feel when Shelley would learn with either me or Rosaria, practicing what she would then do with you?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked.

"Well, at first a bit uncomfortable," Tom admitted.

"I assume more when I was involved than Rosaria?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked, a smile on his face.

"Well, yeah," Tom agreed, smiling, "I suppose so."

"And did you get more comfortable with it after you also learned and practiced with Rosaria?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked.

"Yes," Tom agreed sheepishly. "But there was more. It began to turn me on, too. Shelley looked so hot. After that I didn't have any more problems with it."

"Well, Shelley, how do you feel about that?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked, smiling at the slack-jawed look on her face. "Not only do you fulfill Tom's sexual dreams, but seeing you enjoy and fulfill yours also fulfills his. Does all of this not fit into what you're trying to accomplish, being your husband's best possible sexual partner?" he said stepping to stand in front of her, his cock jutting out at its full length just in front of her face.

"You like seeing me with other...with the Monsignor?" Shelley asked her husband, a shocked look on her face.

"I like seeing you enjoy yourself, I love seeing you enraptured," Tom replied. "I know it's only because of your love for me that you can and have done it."

"So enjoying yourself is part of it," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, leaning forward and letting his cock slide onto Shelley's tongue. "Does this turn you on, Tom?" he asked, sliding his cock further into Shelley's mouth, her lips now wrapped around the shaft of his cock.

"She is so hot," Tom breathed as Shelley let Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock slide from her mouth as she teased the slit with her tongue.

"You're a lucky man, Tom," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as he slid his cock back into Shelley's mouth, not stopping until her nose was pressed up against his belly, his cock obviously throbbing in her throat. "She has a wonderful mouth," he said as they saw the tip of her tongue push out the corner of her stuffed mouth.

"I think she's incredible," Tom breathed as Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey began to slowly fuck Shelley's mouth.

"And what do you feel, Shelley?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked, letting his cock slide from her mouth.

"Ohhh, I feel so turned on," Shelley, gasped, turning to stare at her husband, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock dangling in front of her face. "I can't believe how exciting it is to see Tom so turned on just watching me," she continued.

"Nothing more?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey inquired, rubbing his cock across her lips.

"I just love having a cock in my mouth," she admitted, blushing. "I can't believe it, but it's become that way since we've been doing this counseling."

"Any cock, or a particular one?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked, looking at Tom's cock straining upwards from his lap, so hard it looked like it would explode.

"Oh, I don't know!" Shelley said in surprise. "I've only done it with Tom, and you, of course."

"It looks like Tom could use some of that right now," Rosaria said with a laugh. "Come, Tom, what turns you on more, having Shelley suck your cock or watching her suck someone else's?"

"Nothing's better than having her lips wrapped around my cock," Tom declared, getting to his feet and moving to stand in front of Shelley.

"Show us your love, Shelley," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as he stepped aside, a big smile on his face as Shelley leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the crown of her husband's cock.

"I love you so much," Tom said to his wife as she slowly engulfed his entire cock, her eyes looking up at him the entire time.

"And I love you," Shelley said, licking the tip of his cock as she held it in her hand. "And I love your cock, too," she added, going back down on him.

"Shelley, it would be good if you could make him cum, that way he'll do better for the next part of the counseling," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as she began to bob up and down on his cock, taking it all the way into her throat each time.

"That's the best part," Shelley gasped as she licked her lips. "I love the way it feels when a cock is exploding in my mouth. The warm salty taste of cum is just wonderful."

"When you start to cum, make sure you shoot all over her upper lip, Tom," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as he picked up the video camera and began filming.

"That won't be long," Tom gasped. "This is incredible."

"I think it's beautiful," Rosaria said, moving to sit right next to Shelley as she swallowed her husband's cock.

"Oh, God!" Tom cried out as his balls exploded, cum shooting into his wife's sucking mouth.

As Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey knelt down and shot very close up, Tom managed to pull his cock from his wife's mouth and began spraying cum all over her upper lip. Shelley's tongue, already covered with cum, strained to lick the cum that was dripping from her upper lip. As the stream of cum diminished, she leaned forward and sucked him deep into her mouth again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked the last bits of cum from his cock before letting him go. Using her finger, she scraped the rest of the cum from her face into her mouth.

"That was wonderful!" Rosaria exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I'm jealous. I think Shelley deserves a nice big kiss for that one, don't you, Tom?"

"Just incredible," Tom said, sinking to his knees in front of his wife. "You are the best and I love you so much," he said, leaning forward and kissing her cum-slimed mouth.

"I love you, your cock, your cum," Shelley said after they had kissed deeply for a few moments, Tom licking her face clean. "I'd suck you 20 times a day if I could," she said with a laugh. "It's become my favorite snack."

"It's always been mine," Rosaria added. "Ever since the first time I tasted it, I loved the taste of cum. There's just something about it."

"I can't believe I spent most of my life afraid of it, not even willing to really try," Shelley said. "Now, after a few counseling sessions with you two, I feel like I'm finally awakening as a woman, not being afraid or ashamed of my desires. And to have such a wonderful husband," she added.

"I'd say you're both lucky," Rosaria said.

"Well, drink up and we'll move onto the next part of tonight's session," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, lifting his drink in salute.

"What's the rest of this evening's schedule?" Shelley asked, her eyes shining as she gulped her drink down.

"We're going to take up where we left off," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey explained as he set up the video camera on its tripod and placed it by the chair massage chairs. "Continuing with the vaginal-anal combination and stimulation. Still interested?" he asked as he turned to them with a smile on his face.

"I am," Tom agreed immediately, "though I'm not so sure I can do anything about it," he said, looking down at his flaccid member.

"I'm willing to bet that will take care of itself," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said with a laugh. "Since this is a bit more challenging, I'll demonstrate with Shelley, to show you and also to teach her, while you do the same with Rosaria. That will be easier for you, too."

"I'm ready," Tom said, a big grin on his face at the thought of getting to learn with Rosaria.

"Ladies, take your places," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said with a sweep of his hand towards the chair massage chairs.

It took only a couple of minutes for them to get situated, their knees high up and wide apart, their pussies and rosebuds prominently presented and displayed at the edge of their seats.

"As ever, the most important thing is to warm them up, get them nice and ready," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as he sank to his knees in front of Shelley, her pussy already glistening and leaking in her excitement. "So we'll just start like we left off," he explained, leaning forward and dragging his tongue through Shelley's open pussy.

Tom watched for only a few seconds before diving into Rosaria's pussy, eagerly enjoying himself while Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey ate Shelley's pussy.

"Don't forget to give plenty of attention to the rosebud," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey cautioned Tom. "Your pussy is just delicious," he said to Shelley, who managed to blush all the same.

"Now, as you eat her pussy, slowly and gently press a finger into her ass," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said after several minutes had passed where the only sounds were of the two women's pussies being well sucked. "Just like that," he said as his finger slowly penetrated Shelley's ass.

"Oh, my," Shelley gasped as Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey continued to suck her pussy while slowly working his finger in and out of her ass.

"Now add another finger, slowly," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey instructed, doing it even as he explained. "And while you're eating her pussy, slowly fuck her ass with your fingers. Slowly and gently. Feel her relax as you do it," he said, gluing his mouth to Shelley's sopping pussy as her ass easily accommodated to his two fingers as he frigged her.

"Oh, God, I'm cumming," Shelley cried out, reaching down to hold Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's face tight against her pussy as she spasmed in orgasm, his fingers continuing to saw in and out of her ass, now adding a third finger as he drank her juices. 

"Add another finger," Rosaria instructed Tom, enjoying his attentions as her husband continued to wind Shelley up to a fever pitch.

"Okay, now it's time to get our cocks nice and wet," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, sitting back, the four fingers of his right hand still buried up to the second knuckle in Shelley's ass, her pussy gaping open above.

Reaching behind him, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey picked up two warm moist towels, handing one to Tom as they cleaned their hands. 

"Now, get your cock nice and wet," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, getting on his knees and sliding his rock-hard cock into Shelley's waiting pussy.

Tom eagerly complied, driving his cock into Rosaria's open and hungry pussy.

"Now, our intention is not to cum in their pussies, but to get our cocks nice and wet," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as he felt Shelley's pussy letting go as her juices flowed while he slowly fucked her.

"Knowing Rosaria the way I do, I'm sure she's totally soaked right now," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, pulling Rosaria's leg over, spreading her wider so that he could see clearly Tom's cock sliding in and out of her pussy. "Shelley certainly is," he added, pushing her leg towards Tom so that Tom could easily see his cock sawing in and out of her pussy, the women literally side by side, their thighs rubbing against each other as they sat/lay on their seats.

"Now, very slowly and gently, push your cock into her ass," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey explained, pulling his cock from Shelley's pussy and pressing the head of it against her rosebud.

"Oh, My, God," Shelley gasped as Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock rather easily slid into her ass, his fingers having stretched her enough to make the initial entry easier. "It feels so huge," she said, leaning forward to look down her stomach and watch as inch after inch of Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock disappeared into her ass.

"That's wonderful, Tom," Rosaria purred as he easily buried his cock in her ass. "Now I want you to fuck my ass real good," she told him. "Fuck my ass and then cum all over my pussy."

"How are you doing?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked Shelley as he finally leaned against her, his thighs touching the back of hers as his cock completely disappeared into her ass.

"It's so big," Shelley gasped, her ass spasming on Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock.

"This will make it better," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, slowly beginning to fuck her ass.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Shelley exclaimed as Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey began to rhythmically fuck her ass, one of his thumbs between her legs stimulating her clit at the same time.

"And how is Tom doing?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked, looking over at Tom's cock slamming in and out of Rosaria's ass.

"He's doing marvelously," Rosaria said, gasping. "I think he's ready for Shelley if you think she's ready."

"Shelley is doing great," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, his entire cock stuffed up her ass as he diddled her clit, watching her writhe on his cock as her pussy continued to spasm in orgasm, her juices running down to coat his cock. "I think she's ready for Tom now," he said, slowly withdrawing his cock from her ass.

"Oh, God, Oh, God," Shelley gasped as she sat there, her ass pulsating.

"Here, Tom," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, handing him a fresh towel with which to clean himself as took one for himself. "Show your wife how much you love her."

Cleaning himself thoroughly, Tom turned to Shelley with a big smile on his face.

"I've always had a secret desire to do this," he said, stepping forward and easily pressing his cock into her stretched ass. "But I didn't want you to think I was sick or anything," he said, slowly beginning to fuck her ass.

"Oh, I don't, not anymore," Shelley said, pressing herself into him as his cock filled her ass. "This feels wonderful, strange, but very nice," she said. "Almost as nice as my pussy, but not quite," she added with a short laugh.




Fighting Tempation...And Losing Ch. 04



"Let me know when you're going to cum," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as he slid his cock into his wife's pussy, "I'll join you."

"This is great," Tom declared as he steadily fucked his wife in the ass. "And I can't believe how hot it looks," he added, looking down as his cock slid in and out of his wife's ass, her pussy gaping open above it, her juices dribbling down to coat them both.

Many minutes went by as they continued fucking before Tom finally announced that he was getting close to cumming.

"Would you like this?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked, pulling his cock from his wife's pussy and moving to stand next to Shelley, his gooey dripping cock pointed directly into her face.

"Yes," Shelley almost whispered, looking into her husband's face right in front of hers as he continued to fuck her ass.

"It's okay, go ahead if you want to," Tom gasped as he continued to saw his cock in and out of her ass.

Their faces a foot apart, Shelley opened her mouth and let Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey slide his wet gooey cock onto the tongue she distended, wrapping her lips around the shaft of his cock about halfway down and sucking hard, tasting Rosaria's pussy all over him before opening her throat and letting him slide his entire cock into her mouth. She sucked him with her mouth and throat, never letting her eyes leave her husband's right in front of her face as he continued to fuck her ass.

"Kiss her," Rosaria said, now standing right next to Tom, a hand on his ass sliding all the way to his balls as he continued to fuck his wife's ass. "Show her that you love her," she insisted as Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey slid his cock from Shelley's mouth, standing with it just a couple of inches from her face.

Tom leaned forward and kissed his wife, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock just an inch from his cheek. Shelley wrapped her arms around her husband's head and pulled him close, her tongue diving into his mouth to find his. As they broke their kiss after a lengthy tongue sucking, Shelley held Tom's face just a few inches from hers as Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey slid his cock back into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she sucked him all the way into her throat.

Reaching up to hold Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock with her left hand while keeping her right hand behind Tom's neck, she turned and kissed Tom again, sucking on his tongue as she held Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock against the side of her mouth. Breaking the kiss, Shelley turned her head slightly and slid her tongue over the head of Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock, holding Tom close so that his lips were pressed against the other side of her mouth. Then she turned and kissed Tom again, this time holding Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock against the side of her mouth where she could dart her tongue out and lick the tip as she continued to kiss her husband.

Tom was a bit uncomfortable at first with the close proximity of Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock as he kissed his wife while continuing to fuck her in the ass, but then seeing up close as she would lick and suck it then kiss him, he began to get more turned on by it and stopped worrying about it as he got more and more into making love to his wife.

They were kissing fiercely, their tongues dueling, Shelley alternating between their kissing and sucking on his tongue to kissing and sucking on Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock. Then Tom realized that they were kissing and sucking on each other's tongues, but that Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock was also now involved as they kissed each other, his cock in the middle.

This was too much for Tom and he began to blow his load into his wife's ass while Rosaria played with his balls, milking him. Then there was a sudden gush of hot salty fluid and Tom realized that Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey was also cumming, but in their mouths as they continued to passionately kiss, Shelley holding him firmly against her as she sucked his tongue and also Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cum.

And then suddenly it was over and Tom found himself staring into Shelley's eyes, cum smeared all over her mouth with Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock between them, a long dribble of cum hanging from the end of his cock.

"Oh, God, you were great!" Shelley said, quickly sucking on the end of Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock before pulling Tom to her and kissing him deeply, then gently and slowly licking the cum from his face. "How could I possibly be so lucky as to have a husband like you?" she asked as she slowly sat up, wincing as her swollen ass made contact with the seat. "I think that was the most exciting sexual thing I've ever done in my life," Shelley said as she shook her head. "And maybe the sickest, too," she added, looking into her husband's eyes as he helped her to her feet.

"You are the hottest woman I've ever imagined," Tom told her, taking her face in his hands and gently kissing her, then softly licking the cum from her face before kissing her again deeply.

"Then you didn't mind..." Shelley began to ask.

"If you can do it, why shouldn't I be able to?" Tom asked, kissing her again. "It wasn't so bad and it was beyond exciting to share such a thing with you."

"This doesn't make me gay, does it?" Tom asked, turning to look at Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey.

"Of course not," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey assured him. "If you were gay, you'd only want to be with men. You are decidedly not gay, as these two women will happily evidence. What you are discovering is that there are no limits to the expression of sexuality if it is done within the proper framework, and you two have the ultimate framework, love. You love each other dearly and you are obviously certain of each other's love, therefore you are able to expand your horizons without being threatened.

"I think one more session and you two will be ready to graduate," Rosaria said, beaming at them, "especially with your attitude, Tom. Being able and willing to share everything, every experience with Shelley is key to your success together.

"Graduate?" Tom asked, a puzzled look on his face. "From what?"

"Well, after your next session you will have completed and fulfilled what we consider to be the requirements for an open and health sex life together. After that it's up to the two of you to explore and discover what your horizons and limits are going to be," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey explained.

"Is there no advanced level of counseling," Shelley asked, "though I can't imagine what more there could be to learn?"

"Yes, there is another level of counseling that is possible, but that's an entirely different focus," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey answered. "I'm not sure that's something that would be of interest to you."

"What is it?" Shelley asked, wrapping her arms around Tom and pressing her naked body up against him.

"Well, it involves expanding your sexual lives beyond yourselves, to include others," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey explained.

"Y-you mean like this?" Tom asked, spreading his arm and hand to indicate the four of them.

"Well, we like to think of this as a therapeutic environment," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, "though sometimes it is necessary for us to take a more active participation for teaching purposes. What we're talking about is not done in a strictly therapeutic environment, though the end results can be therapeutic; we're talking about sex for its own sake, for the unadulterated lust of it, though still trying to keep in mind that ultimately it is about your sex lives, how you feel about each other. Some couples find that their sex lives become stagnant when it is just the two of them year after year, some couples find that they can re-ignite the passion that they once felt by including others, indulging in a sense of the taboo. Others just enjoy it for its own sake."

"I don't need any re-ignition for Shelley," Tom said, squeezing her tightly in his arms.

"It made me very excited to see Tom get off on me being with you, Monsignor," Shelley said. "I don't know how to explain it. And having him share it so completely."

"It's a kind of validation of your womanhood, your sense of being desirable," Rosaria said. "To know that your husband sees only your pleasure as being important is very intoxicating. I know it thrilled me when Sheamus would look closely to watch while Tom was fucking my ass," she said. "I'm proud of my ability to enjoy myself and he's proud to see me enjoy myself."

"But how do you feel about sharing Tom with other women?" Rosaria asked. "That becomes part and parcel of that next step."

"I think it's something we'll have to talk about," Shelley said.  "Maybe we'll have some better questions next time."

"Until then," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "Don't forget to practice what we've learned tonight. Be sensitive to each other, talk to each other, please each other; that's how you'll ultimately please yourself."



Fighting Tempation...And Losing Ch. 05



Chapter 5 - Michael & Faith

"Well, today we meet Michael & Faith at the cabin," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as he prepared to leave the house to go to the church for morning services. "I should be back in a couple of hours and we'll leave directly. Do you mind getting our stuff together?"

"Oh course not," Rosaria O'Shaunessey replied. "Have you figured out how you're going to deal with this?"

"Not really. It all depends on Holly. I think Michael will do anything to get beyond this," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said.

"I hope you're right," Rosaria said. "I really like the two of them and would hate to see them unhappy."

"I'm sure we'll figure something out," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, pulling her to him and kissing her passionately. "We always do."



"I'm ready," Faith O'Reilly said as The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly walked in the door. "It's supposed to be a beautiful weekend. I can't believe that we've been invited up to The Cabin."

"Why not?" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly asked. "Just because we haven't been before?"

"Well, I've heard so much about it," Faith O'Reilly said. "According to some of the women it has quite an interesting reputation. I'm just happy we're going."

"Well, it isn't exactly accidental," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly confessed. "I talked with Sheamus and it was his idea."

"Something is bothering you, Michael," Faith said. "I can tell. This isn't like you. Please talk to me, tell me what's going on."

"I've been having some problems, Faith," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly replied. "I'm not sure why and I don't know what to do, so I asked Sheamus for help. He suggested that we join them for a couple of nights at the cabin so that we can all try to figure it out."

"What problems, Michael?" Faith asked, a concerned look on her face.

"It's about me," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "I've become obsessed about something and it is distracting me from everything, especially the church."

"Michael!" Faith said. "What is it? Is it another woman?" she asked fearfully.

"Lord, no," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said with a laugh. "My obsession is you. I think of you all the time, can't get you out of my head for a moment."

"Why is that bad?" Faith asked, a puzzled look on her face. "I think of you all of the time, too, but that makes me happy."

"Because when I think of you, it's mostly sexual," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly admitted. "I'm sorry, but it's how I feel. I didn't know how to tell you, what to tell you. I just can't stop thinking of you and me and sexual situations."

"Oh, my," Faith said, her mouth hanging open. "I had no idea."

"But what makes it hard for me," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly continued, "is that I don't feel as though you feel the same way or that you welcome that kind of attention."

"But Michael, I've never refused you, anything, and I never would," Faith protested. "I love you."

"But you never initiate anything, Faith," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "It's always me. You never complain, you always participate fully, it's just that I don't feel as though anything would ever happen if I didn't start things and that just makes me think that you don't feel the same way."

"But Michael, I love you, and sex with you," Faith said. "I've never wanted to act in a way that would make you ashamed of me, think poorly of me. If I acted as slutty as I sometimes feel towards you, I worry what you'll think of me."

"Faith, I never knew!" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly cried out, almost swerving the car from the road. "You've never acted overly enthusiastic about any of it, more just accepting, so I didn't realize."

"And you told Sheamus about this?" Faith asked, her cheeks flaming. "What must he think of me now! He must think that I'm some sort of a frigid woman."

"Now, that's not fair, Faith," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "Sheamus is my spiritual superior as well as a friend whom I trust. He, too, married outside of the Catholic church so that he could be with the woman he loved. I figured he would understand, as well as the fact that the marriage counseling service that he and Rosaria offer is extremely popular and is always fully subscribed. Besides, I also told him that you've never said no, to anything."

"I'm going to feel totally embarrassed," Faith said.

"There won't be any need," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "As soon as I explain that we talked and cleared the air, everything will be all right and we can have a nice couple of days in the sun and swimming in the lake."

"What sort of fantasies have you had about me?" Faith asked after several minutes. "Can you tell me?"

"I'm embarrassed that you'll think me perverted," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "I don't want to think of you in anything less than pure terms."

"Michael, I won't be angry with you, but I would like to know what kind of fantasies you have about me. Maybe they'll interest me and we can do something about them," Faith suggested with a smile.

"You are simply the best, you know," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said with a laugh. "And you're right, why should I have to hide my feelings from you?"

"So tell me," Faith insisted. "Now you've got me interested."

"Well, it's mostly thinking of your pussy, wanting to have my face in it all the time. And also always thinking of you sucking my cock," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly admitted. "Things like that. Only it's all the time. Even right after we do these things."

"Well, Michael, I certainly love the idea of you always having your face between my legs," Faith laughed out loud. "I can't think of anything nicer. And as for me sucking your cock, I'm always ready to do that, just ask. I love the taste of you and it's wonderful the way you contort when you cum. In fact, I can't think of anything connected with your cock that I object to," she added.

"Even..." The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly began.

"Yes, even when you have the urge to stuff that big cock of yours up my ass," Faith interrupted with a laugh, knowing what he was going to say. "At first I found it gross, uncomfortable, but now it's every bit as nice as having it anywhere else."

"I never knew," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly admitted, shaking his head. "You never said anything, never acted enthusiastic, never initiated anything. I thought you were only putting up with me, being the dutiful wife."

"I am that, very much so, but I also love being your dutiful wife," Faith said. "If this is all that's been bothering you, there is no problem. If you want me to act a bit more outwardly how I feel inside, I can do that, but I never wanted you to think of me as a cheap woman."

"I know you're not cheap," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "I never meant to imply that you should or would act that way."

"So is there anything else?" Faith asked. "Might as well get all of this out of the way now."

"Well, sometimes, more lately, I've fantasized about you having sex, but with other people," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly admitted.

"Michael!" Faith exclaimed, looking at him with her mouth hanging open. "Are you serious?"

"I'm sorry, but it's been one of the recurring fantasies that have run through my head," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "I don't know why, but I constantly see you with other people, enjoying yourself."

"Michael, I don't know what to say," Faith replied, stunned. "I've never even considered being with anyone else. I'm married to you."

"I know," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "I didn't mean to say that that's the way you think, but I picture you with other people. And it excites me in ways that I don't think are necessarily proper."

"I'm speechless," Faith said, sitting back in the seat. "What exactly do you picture?" she asked softly.

"Everything," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly admitted. "Everything we do, but you doing it with other people, men and women."

"You picture me with other women?" Faith asked. "I've never even imagined such a thing. Where did you get these ideas?"

"I don't know, they just started appearing in my head," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "That's why I finally contacted Sheamus, I just didn't know what to do and I didn't want to hurt or offend you."

"Well, I'm not hurt or offended, just very surprised, not sure how to react," Faith said.

"Well, we're here," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, turning the car onto a long drive that led to the sprawling log cabin by the lake.

"This is beautiful," Faith observed. "I had no idea."

"I'm sorry about this, Faith," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said as he parked the car.

"Don't worry about it," she said, patting him on the leg as they got out of the car. "I'm sure everything will be just fine."

"Michael, Faith," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey called as he came out the door to greet them, Rosaria right behind him. "I'm so glad you could join us."

"Hello, Sheamus, Rosaria," Faith said, giving each of them a hug and a kiss. "It's been so long."

"Too long!" Rosaria said with a laugh, taking Faith's bag with one hand and her arm with the other. "And your timing is perfect. We were about to take a tray of cocktails down to the hot tub. Now you can join us."

Ignoring their protests, Rosaria showed them to their room told them that they'd meet them at the hot tub in 10 minutes, to give them time to settle in and change.

"These are the camp uniforms," Rosaria said with a laugh, opening a closet and showing them the two housecoats hanging there before leaving them.

"Well, let's join them, shall we?" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, opening his bag and looking for his bathing suit.

"I love you, Michael," Faith said suddenly, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tight. "Completely."

"I love you, too, Faith," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, kissing her tenderly. "And I'm sorry if you're disappointed in me."

"I'm not," Faith assured him. "In a way it's nice to know that you spend so much time thinking about me, on the other hand, it's strange the things you think."

"You look great in that suit," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said as Faith pulled on her one-piece suit, cut very high at the thighs so that there was just a bit of material connecting the top and bottom. Her perfect 34C breasts filled the top part nicely, with the sides cut away enough to show a large bit of the swell at the sides of her breasts. 

"Here you go, your uniform," Faith said, handing him one of the housecoats as she put the other on. "Mmm, these are comfortable," she said, feeling the soft silk as it caressed her body down to mid-thigh.

Hand in hand they walked out the back and saw Sheamus and Rosaria standing next to the hot tub.

"Oh, my!" Faith said as she saw Sheamus and Rosaria drop their housecoats before getting into the hot tub.

"I didn't realize," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said as he watched Rosaria's nude body disappear into the hot tub, his cock giving a lurch as he saw how incredibly beautiful she was.

"I won't go in nude, Michael," Faith said sotto voce as they approached the hot tub.

"I'm sure it's not required," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, a smile on his face as they arrived at the hot tub.

"This place is incredible, Sheamus" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "I had no idea the diocese had this."

"It's a well-kept secret," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey replied. "It's supposed to be a spiritual retreat for me as head of the diocese, but I hate not sharing it, so from time to time we invite others to join us. I'm glad the two of you made it."

"The water is marvelous," Rosaria said. "Grab a cocktail and join us."

"I'll get them" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, kneeling down to pour a couple of drinks from the pitcher.

"Oh, what a beautiful bathing suit," Rosaria exclaimed as Faith dropped her housecoat to the ground. "That looks fabulous on you," she added. "We hope you don't mind, but the suit is optional here and we didn't bother to wear one."

"Oh, I didn't realize," Faith said as she started to step into the hot tub. "Is it okay that I wear it?"

"Only if you insist," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey answered with a laugh.

"Well, maybe for now," Faith replied with a smile as she sank into the water. "This is wonderful," she said as she sat back and felt the hot water swirling around her body.

"I just love this place," Rosaria said as The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly stepped into the hot tub and handed Faith a cocktail before sitting down next to her. "There are no neighbors for miles and we have total privacy. It's just us and nature and it is incredibly relaxing. But we're so busy with the church and the diocese that we don't get to come up here nearly enough."

"This is so nice," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, taking a big swallow of his drink and sitting back.

"We also have some food prepared," Rosaria said. "Did you get to eat before you came up?"

"No, not really," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "Time was short."

"Well, just say the word and we can have it right here," Rosaria said.

"This does feel good," Faith said, draining her drink. "I think I really need this."

"Then I'm doubly glad you came," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said.

"I think we should get the food," Rosaria said. "These drinks will go straight to our heads without food in this hot tub. Give me a hand, Faith?" she asked, standing up, her olive breasts with their dark berry nipples glistening in the sunlight as the water cascaded off of them.

"Uh, sure," Faith said, standing up as Rosaria stepped out of the tub, her back to everyone as she bent over and picked up her housecoat, giving everyone a very clear and unobstructed view of her naked ass and pussy before standing up and putting the housecoat on.

"Two incredibly beautiful women," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as they walked away. "You're a lucky man, Michael."

"I think I'd say the same about you," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "She's amazing."

"Oh, I know how lucky I am, believe me," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "I hope the lack of suits on our part was not wrong. We didn't even give it a thought. We never do here."

"No, it's fine," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "Just unexpected."

"So, did you two get a chance to talk about what was bothering you?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked.

"Yes, but only on the way here," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly replied. "According to Faith, it's all been a lack of understanding on my part. She says she didn't act the way she felt at times because she didn't want me thinking poorly of her for having such earthy desires."

"Sounds like communication was all that you needed," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "And did she feel that way about all of what was bothering you?"

"Well, that I can't say," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly replied slowly. "She didn't really say, just that she was surprised."

"Well, I'd say that's a positive thing then," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "She didn't get upset or angry, so that can only be taken positively."

"What do you mean?" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly asked. "That she's interested in things of that sort?"

"Not necessarily, but it is possible," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey answered. "If she had some deep-seated antipathy to such an idea, she would have exploded, gotten angry. The fact that she didn't leaves all possibilities in play."



"I mean it, Faith, I think that suit is just spectacular on you," Rosaria said as they entered the cabin.

"I could say the same about yours," Faith said, a smile on her face.

"That's my Portuguese heritage," Rosaria laughed. "I get away with it easier being darker."

"Well, I think you're very beautiful," Faith said.

"Why, thank you," Rosaria said. "Coming from a beautiful woman like yourself, that's a real compliment. Sheamus told me about his talk with Michael," she suddenly said out of the blue. "I hope you don't mind."

"N-no," Faith said. "Michael told me that the two of you have a very successful counseling service at the church. I'm sure it's for the best."

"We enjoy helping people be more comfortable with themselves," Rosaria said. "Did you and Michael talk about what has been bothering him?" she asked.

"Yes, but only just on the way here," Faith said. " We didn't really get too far into it."

"How did you feel about what he had to say?" Rosaria asked, leaning back against the counter, her arms folded beneath her breasts.

"Well, I was surprised that he is so preoccupied with thinking of me, that it's distracting to him," Faith said. "And a bit disappointed that he didn't realize that I think of him the same way, just as often."

"That's nice," Rosaria said. "It's always easier when two people feel the same about these things. And his other fantasies?" she asked.

"That part shocked me," Faith admitted. "I'd never even thought of anything like that."

"And now that you've been forced to think about it, how does it make you feel?" Rosaria asked.

"Well, uncomfortable," Faith admitted. "I love Michael and nobody else. I don't ever think about being with anyone else. The only thing I want is to make him as happy as possible."

"Just the way it's supposed to be," Rosaria said with a smile. "If you do everything with that love, that determination that it's always to make him happy, you can do no wrong."

"But to be with someone else," Faith said, shaking her head.

"If it would be what would make him happy, would you hesitate?" Rosaria asked.

"I'd do anything to make him happy," Faith declared. "I just don't see how me having sex with other people could possibly make him happy."

"Many people take great pleasure in seeing their loved one appreciated, worshiped, loved by others. In some ways it's a validation of their feelings, their taste. In other ways it can be the extreme expression of total love, to allow the person you love the most to be pleasured in ways that you cannot, with your approval and encouragement. If your love is true and total and everything is done from that place of true and total love, you can do no wrong. But communication is the key. Total openness."

"Do you and Sheamus have such a relationship?" Faith asked softly.

"Yes, we do," Rosaria replied. "We have the deepest and truest love imaginable. The only thing either of us lives for besides honoring the Lord is each other. Sheamus' happiness is my only concern after my love for God."

"Wow, that is beautiful," Faith said wistfully. "I'd like to think that Michael & I have that kind of love."

"Perhaps you do, you just haven't had the opportunity to discover it completely yet," Rosaria suggested.

"Here, grab that stack of towels and I'll get this platter of sandwiches and the other pitcher of drinks," Rosaria said.



"Those look great," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said when they arrived with the food. "I am really hungry."

"Well, eat up," Rosaria said, going around and filling each of their glasses, her housecoat hanging open, not hiding anything for all practical purposes.

Both Faith and The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly were unable to tear their eyes from Rosaria as she sat down on the edge of the hot tub, her knees just comfortably apart enough that her clit sticking out from between her naked pussy lips was clearly visible.

The pile of sandwiches quickly disappeared and twice more Rosaria moved around filling their glasses, her housecoat now forgotten and her nudity not nearly so distracting.

"Oh, my head is starting to spin," Faith said, leaning back.




Fighting Tempation...And Losing Ch. 05



"You should get out of the water," Rosaria said. "The heat of the water exacerbates the effects of the alcohol. Here, lay on this towel," she said, getting to her feet and spreading a towel by the side of the hot tub.

"I'm sorry," Faith said as she lay down on the towel. "I'm not used to the drinks, I think."

"Don't worry about it," Rosaria said, putting another folded towel beneath her head as she squatted next to her. "Just close your eyes for a bit and you'll feel better."

"Thank you," Faith said, her mind registering the sight of Rosaria's pussy spread wide right in front of her eyes as she knelt next to her.

"I think she's passed out," Rosaria said, stroking her cheek. "Poor thing."

"I think I need to find a toilet," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "I'll be right back."

"She is so sweet," Rosaria said to her husband, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey, as The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly walked away. "With the right encouragement, I'm certain they'd love to join us."

"Is that so?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, looking over at Faith asleep on the side of the hot tub. "I assume you have a suggestion as to how to proceed?"

"Actually, yes, I do," Rosaria replied with a smile, reaching between his legs to wrap her hand around his cock. "Michael will be the easy part, so we should start with him. Faith loves him so much that there's nothing she wouldn't do to please him, to make him happy."

After taking one of the longest pisses in his life, The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly washed his face with cold water to try to shake some of the effects of the alcohol off. Walking into the sunset as he made his way back to the hot tub, it wasn't until he was right on top of it that he realized that Sheamus was sitting on the side of the hot tub and that Rosaria was kneeling in front of him in the tub, bobbing up and down on his cock.

Rosaria looked up as he approached, a smile on her face around the cock filling her mouth.

"Oh, Michael," she gasped, letting Sheamus' cock slip from her mouth. "I'm sorry, we thought we would have more time." she asked.

"N-no, not at all," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said in shock, sitting down on the edge of the hot tub next to his wife as Rosaria turned and sat between her husband's legs.

"Is this what you dream about, doing something like this with Faith, in front of other people?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked. "Or do you more picture sitting like you are now and watching her with others?"

"Both, but more with others," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly replied, almost inaudibly.

"We think Faith has the capability, even the hidden desire to do these things," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "Would you like us to help bring this out in her?" he asked.

"It would be our pleasure," Rosaria said.

"Isn't it wrong, though?" he asked.

"Not if your only motivation is your love for her, for each other," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey answered.

"How would you do it?" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly asked.

"Come, let's go up to the house," Rosaria said, standing up. "We'll get the two of you comfortable and then let nature take its own course."

"Come, let's wake Faith up and get her inside," Rosaria said, moving to one side of the sleeping woman. "Sheamus, please grab the towels and the pitcher; Michael, you help me."

With a naked Rosaria on one side, Michael gently shook Faith's shoulder.

"Oh! Michael," Faith said as her eyes opened. "I must have fallen asleep."

"Yes, you did, but only for a few minutes," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, smiling at her. "Why don't we go inside now."

"Those drinks were really something," Faith said as she got to her feet.

"Sheamus, why don't you go ahead and get a fire started while Michael and I get Faith and the rest of this stuff," Rosaria said, bending over and picking up her housecoat and pulling it on.

"I feel like I slept so deeply," Faith said as they walked to the cabin.

"You obviously needed to relax," Rosaria said as they entered the cabin.

"Oh, what a nice fire," Faith exclaimed.

"You two can relax here," Rosaria said, indicating a large polar bear throw rug in front of the fireplace. "We'll join you later."

"Oh, we don't want to keep you away from the fire," Faith said. "You don't have to go."

"We'll be back later," Rosaria assured her. "You two enjoy it right now. Don't worry about a thing."

"This is so nice," Faith said, sinking down onto the rug in front of the fire. "Thanks, both of you," she said.

"Not to worry," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as he and Rosaria left the room and went into their bedroom.

"I can't believe I fell asleep like that," Faith said, stretching in front of the fire.

"Here, let's get you out of that wet suit," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, holding out her housecoat.

"What, here?" Faith asked, looking around.

"There's nobody but us," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "It's okay."

"Well..." she said, looking uncomfortable.

"Besides, I want to see your naked body, maybe even taste bits and pieces of it," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, a lecherous grin on his face.

"Michael O'Reilly," Faith said, a smile crossing her face. "Why didn't you say so," she said, pulling her suit down, her perfect breasts swinging free.

"Like this?" she asked, cupping her breasts, her fingers finding her nipples and pulling on them.

"Oh, yes," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, leaning over to suck one of her rapidly hardening nipples into his mouth.

"Mmm, that's nice," Faith said, slipping the housecoat on and The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly moved over to suck on her other nipple.

"But I want more," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, dropping to his knees in front of her and pulling her suit down to the ground.

"Is that so," Faith said, stepping out of her suit. "And what more could that possibly be?" she asked, putting one foot up on his knee.

"I'm thirsty," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, leaning forward and gluing his mouth to his wife's naked pussy.

"Oh, God, Michael, I can't believe you're doing this right here," Faith moaned as his tongue delved into her pussy.

"I told you, I never stop thinking of my face in your pussy," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, looking up at her.

"Well, I like the idea of a mouthful of your cock, too," Faith said with a laugh as she sank to her knees. "Fair is fair," she said, tugging at his bathing suit.

In a trice she had his suit off and her mouth wrapped around his cock. They rolled on the polar bear throw rug in a 69, sucking each other lustily. Faith's entire body began to tremble as The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly began to suck on her clit, trilling it with the tip of his tongue at the same time. As her orgasm washed over her, she furiously sucked the head of his cock, her tongue lashing the slit as she came.

And then The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly spun her around onto her hands and knees, jamming his cock into her still spasming pussy, feeling it grip his cock and milk him as she continued to cum. Faith was leaning on her forearms, her face on the rug as her husband pounded her pussy from behind, the fire crackling and warming them as they fucked.

"Ahhh, I'm going to cum," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly cried out, pulling his cock from his wife's pussy as she spun around to suck him into her mouth. "Oh, God," he cried as she sucked him all the way into her throat, using her mouth and throat to milk him as his balls exploded, cum shooting into her hungry sucking mouth.

"I just love it when you cum in my mouth," Faith said, gasping with a mouthful of cum dribbling from the corners of her mouth. "Nothing is more exciting to me," she said, gulping and swallowing, then licking her lips and swallowing again before sucking once more on the head of his cock, teasing the last droplets from the slit of his cock with the tip of her tongue.

"I fully expect to die one day when you do that," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, collapsing onto the rug next to her. "You have the most incredible mouth and pussy."

"Well, they were both made for your cock, my love," Faith said, rolling on top of him and sucking on his cock again, her wet and gooey pussy right in front of his face.

"Oh, yes," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly moaned, sinking his tongue into her and slurping at the juices that were oozing from her pussy.

Only after he had made her cum several more times did The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly turn her onto her back and slide his resurrected cock back into her pussy for a nice long fuck. When he finally managed to cum, the last thing he remembered was sucking on Faith's tongue as he emptied his balls into her pussy.

Faith slowly woke up as something gently and rhythmically pushed against her shoulder. At first disoriented, she began to remember where she was at the same time she became aware of someone kneeling over her. As her eyes came into focus she realized that she was seeing a cock moving in and out of a pussy not 6 inches above her face. Too shocked to move or say anything, she lay there and watched as the thick pussy lips clung to the shaft of the cock each time it pulled out, a huge dark berry clit sticking out like a small finger joint.

"Ohhh," she heard her husband's voice moan on her left where he lay, his naked body pressing up against hers.

Looking down her body she was just able to see sillouetted against the fire what was obviously Rosaria sucking on The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly's cock as what was apparently Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey fucked her right in front of her eyes.

"Ahh, look who's awake," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as his cock slid from Rosaria's pussy and he looked down at her, their eyes locking. "Sleep well?" he asked as she watched almost in a panic as his cock lowered towards her face.

As she opened her mouth in what she thought of as preparation to scream, to protest, she found it filled with Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock. At the same time she felt a mouth fasten onto her pussy, sucking on her clit. Reflexively she sucked on Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock, tasting what she realized was Rosaria's pussy juices all over it.

Her mind screaming in protest, her body betrayed her, giving in to the incredible lust surging through her as she almost mindlessly sucked Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock while someone continued to eat her pussy.

The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly awakened to the sensation of soft wet warmth on his cock. By the time he was fully awake, and his cock fully hard, he realized that it was ensconced deeply in the mouth of Rosaria as she leaned over him. He could feel Faith next to him, still sleeping as Rosaria sucked his raging cock.

Then he became aware of the fact that Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey was fucking his wife from behind while she sucked his cock. The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly could only lay there in shock as he received a world-class blowjob, every bit as good as Faith, if not better.

Then he heard Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey commenting that Faith was awake and he experienced a moment of total panic, then shock as Rosaria let his cock slide from her mouth. Looking to the side he was just in time to see Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey lower his gooey dripping cock into Faith's open mouth. At the same time he saw that Rosaria was now kneeling between Faith's legs with her mouth fastened to her pussy.

The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly turned onto his side and just watched as Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey continually fed his cock into her mouth, in and out. He watched as her lips stretched to fit around his cock, saw her hold him with both hands as she delved her tongue into the slit of his cock before letting him slide back into her throat.

He could see Rosaria sucking on her clit as she plunged 4 fingers in and out of her pussy. Faith was humping up against Rosaria's plunging fingers as she continued to suck Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock. When he saw her body begin to tremble in that familiar way, he knew that she was cumming, and this was reinforced when Rosaria removed her fingers from Faith's pussy and glued her mouth to it instead, drinking up the cum feast which flowed from her.

"Oh, yes!" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey cried out, arching his back as his balls exploded, cum shooting into Faith's eagerly sucking mouth.

The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly leaned over to closely watch as his wife sucked Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's spurting cock. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, especially when Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey pulled his cock from her mouth and directed the last spurts of cum onto her upper lip. Watching his cum drip into her mouth, watching her chase it with her tongue, then scrape it into her mouth with her fingers, The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly almost came right there.

And then it was over. Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey was kneeling by Faith's head, his cock hanging in her face, his cum smeared all over her mouth and chin, her eyes wide. She lay with her legs akimbo, her pussy spread wide as Rosaria knelt between her thighs.

"Now, make her understand that it's okay, that you love her," Rosaria whispered, urging him. "Tell her, kiss her, fuck her," she insisted urgently.

Not really needing the encouragement, The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly rolled over on top of his wife, his rock-hard cock easily finding and slipping into her pussy as he looked deep into her eyes, seeing the fear there.

"You are incredible," he said, leaning down and kissing her cum-smeared face, letting his tongue slip into her mouth to find hers, to suck on it, their kiss getting deeper and deeper as they fucked.

The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly was only vaguely aware of Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey and Rosaria next to them as they fucked. He carefully and lovingly kissed and cleaned her entire face as they fucked. Then to his surprise Faith rolled him over, not losing his cock as she ended up on top of him.

"I cannot believe that this has happened," she said, sitting on him, his cock deep inside of her. "I have never experienced anything like this," she said, slowly rocking her hips back and forth. "What must you think of me?" she said.

"I think you're wonderful," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, reaching out to stroke her cheek, letting his hand slide down to her breast where he caught one of her rock-hard nipples between his fingers and squeezed it, harder and harder until she gasped.

"I know why Michael is so fascinated with having his face in your pussy all the time," Rosaria said with a laugh, kneeling behind Faith with her knees outside of his legs, wrapping her arms around her and letting her hands cup her breasts as she rode her husband's cock. "I'd have my face in it if it was around me all the time, too."

"I have never felt so horny or depraved in my entire life," Faith gasped, moving her feet forward and leaning back on her hands as she continued to fuck her husband.

"Your pussy is irresistible," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, leaning over and sucking on her clit as she rode up and down on her husband's cock, his lips feeling the shaft of The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly's cock as it slid in and out of Faith's juicy pussy.

"Oh, God," Faith cried out as her body spasmed in orgasm.

"Oh, yes!" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly cried out as his balls exploded into his wife's pussy.

"Oh, let me," Rosaria cried out from where she now knelt on the other side of The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly, reaching forward and pulling his spurting cock from Faith's pussy and sucking it into her mouth while Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey continued to suck on Faith's cum-filled quim.

"Just wonderful," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey exclaimed, lifting his face from Faith's pussy. "You're a very lucky man, Michael," he said, lifting one of Faith's legs up over his shoulder as he got to his knees, "very lucky," he said as he slid his cock slowly into Faith's wide-spread pussy.

Faith was leaning back on her elbows as Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey slid his cock into her over-sensitive pussy. She watched in fascination as the cock of a stranger slowly slid in and out of her pussy, quickly picking up a sheen as her juices continued to flow.

"Is this part of your fantasy, Michael?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked, continuing to slowly fuck The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly's wife right in front of him. "Watching your wife used by someone else? Or did you prefer being watched?"

"I don't feel a need to have an audience," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly replied, moving to kneel behind his wife, his knees and thighs against her back, his eyes swinging from Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock slowly but steadily sliding in and out of his wife's pussy to her face, seeing her mouth hanging open, her eyes slightly glazed as she watched herself being fucked.

"So you like watching me fuck her," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "There's nothing wrong with that. All men have that feeling at one point or another, some suppress it, some don't. Do you feel any sense of jealousy?"

"No, I love her," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly replied. "She's beautiful. I want her to feel good, to feel loved."

"Do you feel good?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked, sliding his cock from Faith's pussy and moving her leg off of his shoulder as he moved up towards her head with his wet glistening cock standing out in front of him. "Do you enjoy this for yourself?" he asked his cock dangling in front of her face.

"Yes," she replied after a moment, turning to stare into her husband's eyes as she spoke. "I do feel good and I am very much enjoying this," she said, opening her mouth so that Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey could slide his cock in, her eyes never leaving The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly's.

"Is this really what you want, Michael?" Faith asked after first sucking all of her own pussy juices from Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock. "You want me to suck other men's cocks?" she asked, sucking Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock back into her mouth.

"You look so beautiful with a cock in your mouth," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, leaning closer to her face, his eyes locked on hers with half of Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock filling her mouth. "I know you're only doing this because of my desires, your love for me," he told her as she softly sucked on the cock. "And I'm very happy that you also enjoy it for yourself."

"You know I've always loved sucking your cock," Faith said, turning and kissing him, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock in her hand. "It was and is enough for me," she told him, kissing him again, sucking on his tongue. "But if it makes you happy to see me sucking someone else's cock, well, this one tastes very nice," she said, kissing him again and then turning her head to suck on Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock.

"While she's busy sucking someone for you, you should be busy, too," Rosaria said to him, her breasts pressing against his arm. "Never stop showing her that you love her, that you approve of her. Never make her doubt that what she's doing to make you happy is okay," she said, reaching between his legs to wrap her hand around his rock-hard cock. 

"That means that after someone fucks her for you, you eat her pussy for her, make her feel nice and clean again. That means that after she sucks someone else's cock for you, you kiss her, thank her, tell her how wonderful she is. And never ever stop sticking your own cock in her, as often as possible." 

"I do love you," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, again turning to lean over, his face just inches from Faith's as she continued to suck Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock.




Fighting Tempation...And Losing Ch. 05



"I know you do," Faith replied breathlessly, turning to kiss him. "I love you, too," she said before turning and once again inhaling Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock.

Moving down between Faith's still spread legs, The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly hooked her leg over his shoulder and lowered his face into the gooey swamp of her pussy while she continued to suck Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock. He felt one of her hands on his head encouraging him as he feasted on her pussy.

"I'm going to cum," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey announced after several more minutes had passed, his cock deep in Faith's throat.

"No, wait," she gasped, holding his rock-hard cock in her hand. 

"Michael, do you really love me, want me to do this, be like this?" she asked, her eyes locked on his, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock in her fist.

"Yes," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly replied.

"Then I will," she said, turning to engulf Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock, "and we'll share everything," she finished as his cock disappeared into her mouth.

The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly could only stare from between her thighs as his wife sucked Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's cock, her eyes on him the whole time.