My wife, Tammy and I are your average, church-going couple who have attended St. Vincent’s, long before being married there, almost 20 years ago.
Tammy is a well regarded high school teacher and I am a structural engineer working for the town. We live a typical, almost boring life together, and found sex was getting a little too routine for our liking.
So, being upstanding citizens in a small town, spicing sex up with another man in our bed, could be devastating as to how others in town might view us. We talked about traveling about an hour to the city and check out a sex club there. Plans were made to spend the weekend and visit the club on both nights.
Tammy and I were delighted with the venue, and I soon realized that I loved seeing my attractive wife dancing, kissing and flirting with other men. Tammy openly groped her dance partners as I sipped my drink in a comfy chair nearby. She allowed a few hands inside her zippered slacks, or to maul her buttocks and luscious breasts through her clothing. She, too, enjoyed the attention she received, and although other couples were openly fucking in the various rooms, we were primed enough on our first visit to call it a night without her fucking anyone.
When we returned to the room at the hotel, Tammy and I fucked like teenagers, talking about how naughty she felt letting other men fondle her, right in front of me. I practically begged her to find a suitable mate on our next visit, to bring back to the room, so I could watch the two of them fuck. She really got off at the exhibitionist side of her, and I found myself more than comfortable being the voyeur.
In the morning, Tammy suggested a trip to the mall was needed so she could up her game. I was blown away by her daring choices. She opted for an outrageously short, black leather skirt that she could never wear back home. Next, a filmy blouse, fully see-through white. The salesgirl smirked when the two of us stepped into the fitting room with her items in hand. I played openly with my cock in there, while Tammy checked herself out in the mirror; her ass looked so fine with the rounded globes of her cheeks peeking out beneath the hem. Tammy’s boobs pushed against the cottony fabric of the sheer blouse, stretching the buttons to their limit.
With her choices in hand, we stepped out of the fitting room. Tammy placed the clothing on the counter and I led her to the lingerie section and held out a pair of red thongs for her. She looked at them and said, “I won’t be needing anything underneath, thanks,” and set them back on the shelf. My cock fought against my briefs while my mind imagined where the night may lead. Tammy was truly ready to be a hotwife, and I was up for whatever she wanted to do.
Back at the hotel room, my wife shaved her pussy smooth for the very first time. I immediately went down on her, munching away at her hairless snatch, resulting in a very quick orgasm for her.
Tammy donned the new outfit, her C-cups floating freely and her delicious dark nipples contrasting her pale skin. I wanted to walk behind her just to see each cheek peek out with every step in her black stilettos, but I left that view for others to take in.
When we entered the club Tammy unbuttoned her blouse down past her sternum, displaying her velvety smooth, but all natural breasts for all to see. Soon after, a twenty-something college student type guy approached and offered to buy us drinks. Tammy was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, checking in with me to ensure my approval. She played with the colllar of her blouse, peeling it open for our new friend, Garth, to have a better view. She also leaned back at times, crossing and uncrossing her legs, giving the young boy a clear view of her plump pussy lips. His pants detailed his approval of Tammy’s sexy display by housing a long, shaft-like tent that travelled at an angle up his right thigh.
When he offered to buy the next round of drinks, leaving us to ourselves, Tammy asked if I would invite him back to our room and that I was welcome to play as well, if I liked. I told her that I wanted to see them dance first, and I would likely just watch her and him in bed later.
Tammy took him by the hand (once he set down the glasses on our table) and led him to the dance floor. She whispered in his ear, then he reached around her, coveting her ass cheeks and pulled her into his erection. She ground into his dick, riding her hips up and down. The young man spun Tammy around and lifted the stretched hem of the back of her skirt, exposing her ass, and pulled her back into him. Tammy bent over enough to put her hands on her knees and the two faked a slow, dirty fuck right there. She looked at me, smiling, as I raised my drink to her and nodded. She stood up and brought him back to me. Tammy took my hand and led it to a very wet pussy, and I pushed two fingers inside her swampy lips. Her voice was raspy as she pleaded, “Now? Can we leave now?”
I did not hesitate giving my wife the go ahead. Needless to say, Garth was more than excited to Uber with us to our hotel with me in the front seat, watching as Tammy pulled his rigid dick from his slacks and played with it. The Uber driver twisted his rear view mirror down so he could watch Tammy’s lurid handjob.
Once Tammy saw him paying more attention to them than driving, she called out, “Pull over and watch!” The car turned into a vacant parking lot, away from the street, and nearly screeched to a halt. She fellated the young boy right there in the back seat.
The driver asked, “Is that your wife?”
I replied, “Not right now, she isn’t. Right now, she wants to be his fuck toy, and my wife always gets what she wants.” Hearing my answer, Tammy climbed up on her knees, turned her back to the front seat and pushed her half-naked ass into the gap between the bucket seats, offering an up close view of her waxy-smooth, sopping vulva. The black leather stretched across her abundant cheeks just below the soft brown pucker of her ass.
Sucking noises filled the sedan as her head bobbed. The driver looked to me and asked, “May I?”
I called out, “Tammy, our driver would like to lick your pussy, honey. Is that okay?”
Tammy reached back with her right hand and raised the skirt up, exposing all of her delicious ass. He looked to me for permission, and I said, “Go easy.” He twisted around and forced his face between the bucket seats so he could access Tammy’s steaming pussy lips.
He steadied himself with his left hand on the top of my seat, his golden wedding band glimmering in the evening light. The man’s furry moustache tickled her taint while his tongue pushed between her sopping lips, tasting her nectar. Tammy wriggled her ass in delight and soon Garth began to grunt with the onset of his first climax of the night.
Our driver knew his time between her legs would soon end, and licked his way upward, lapping at the tangy puckered opening. I saw Tammy’s fingers appear between her thighs, rubbing in a quick circular motion over her clitoris, adding to the pleasure her anus was receiving.
With barely a few licks of her behind, Tammy groaned into her first orgasm, her moan muffled by the cock filling her mouth. Garth guided her up and down his shaft until he uttered, “I’m gonna blow.” Tammy continued sucking him until she gagged on his exuberant load. I was raging hard and we hadn’t made to back to the room yet, but I didn’t give in to the temptation of spunking all over the leather seats of our Uber.
After Garth emptied into Tammy’s waiting mouth, she pulled away from the driver and settled back in her seat, wrenching her skirt down over her voluptuous hips. The driver returned to his duties and got us back on the road, wiping my wife’s juices form his face with a sleeve. Tammy, glowing with pride, gave me a wide grin and licked her lips, while Garth tucked his spent dick back into his slacks. When we arrived at the hotel, the Uber driver refused a tip and thanked me for the experience.
Back in our room, to say that I enjoyed seeing Tammy suck and fuck this young man would be an understatement. His cock was nearly perfect – an uncut, seven inches of masculine glory, whose shaft curved slowly upward – which brought out a twinge of jealousy in me. One, for being slightly bigger than me; and two, watching Tammy devour it and suck and lick it like an oversized candy cane.
When her small hands rolled the condom down his thick shaft, I couldn’t wait for Garth to treat my wife to his manly cock. He pulled her up on him and groaned while she wriggled herself until fully impaled.
Tammy’s breaths came in raspy puffs, trying to relax her overextended pussy muscles to accommodate the hard, youthful dick. Within seconds of rising and lowering her body along the girthy shaft, trickles of Tammy’s juices emanated from between the two, soaking the bedsheets in a puddle.
Tammy orgasmed four or five times before his body tensed, and he filled the latex with his gooey load. Once spent, the college lad pulled out and removed the wrapper from his softened dick. He got up and left to the washroom while Tammy and I cuddled. When he returned, he looked quite nervous and began to dress, which was fine with us. I walked him to the door and thanked him for looking after my wife.
I wasted no time putting my rock hard cock into my wife’s stretched and heated pussy. Her juices gave more than enough lubrication and it wasn’t more than forty-five seconds before I pumped my load into her. Lying beside her, Tammy kissed my mouth – the faint salty taste aroused me. She whispered, “He fucked me hard. I bet it smells like rubber down there.” I couldn’t help but wander down to her well used pussy to prove her words to be true. I lapped her clit and tasted the sour latex remnants, replaying in my head the scene I had just witnessed. Tammy came hard on my face, her hands holding my tongue in the right place for her to achieve her need for release.
As she rested, I raised up from her pussy and watched the globs of my semen ooze from her sated kitty, making the puddle in our bed all the bigger.
The experience of that weekend heightened our sex lives for quite a while.
I told Tammy how I loved seeing her seduce another man – she made it look so easy. And I loved seeing her pleasured. It was almost enough just to be a spectator, but I truly reveled in reclaiming her after.
Life did return to normal though, and we missed the adventure, unable to explore the random sex with another man at home. Nearly two weeks later, a new priest arrived at St. Vincent’s. Father Peter Thompson became the new pastor, as the current one readied for retirement. A handsome, engaging sixty year old man would soon lead our congregation.
At six-foot, and a hundred and seventy pounds, he was often seen running through the neighborhood, trying to keep in shape. It was the only time that he would be seen without his collar. His sermons always seemed to go back to infidelity and confession; about straying from your partner and the forgiveness God could afford you. I noticed that he definitely gravitated towards the wife when a couple would talked with him.
I spoke to Tammy about his fit body and how he seemed overly attracted to the married women in the congregation. She admitted that he is decidedly handsome, one night as we talked in bed after sex. I asked her if she would like to see what he wears underneath his vestments and she said she would be curious to find out.
One Sunday morning I had an epiphany while we waited in line to receive confession before mass. There were two priests in the confessionals; Father John, who is 75, on one side, and Father Peter on the other. Father Peter listened to my confession while Tammy went into Father John’s confessional.
Father Peter seemed preoccupied and not very interested, while I went through the everyday sins I had committed over the past few weeks. I wondered if he would be more interested in hearing that Tammy had a confession that might open a door for him. After we got home from church, I asked Tammy if she would go to confession with Father Peter and tell him that she has cheated on me, and see how he responds.
“What am I supposed to tell him? That I’ve been having an affair?” she asked.
“No, not at all. Just tell him that I’m working out of town a lot in the past few months, and that your libido is too strong to wait until I return. Explain that you’ve had sex with a co-worker twice.”
“That sounds better, I guess. But, what if word of my infidelity gets around town?”
I responded, “Tammy, it’s not like he can tell people – maybe Father John, but that’s about it. It would be fun just to see how he handles it. Plus, it would be really hot for us in bed to play out scenarios of you seducing him.” Tammy got on her knees right there and pulled my cock through the zipper of my slacks.
“Oh, Father, that is such a nice cock,” she cooed, pulling on it to make it stiffer. It didn’t take long before I was raging hard.
“Suck my cock, little one, for being such a sinful girl,” I pleaded, playing the part of the seducing, older priest. Tammy began sucking and licking the shaft, taking my purple head into her lips and licking all around it, until I spewed my seed into her mouth. We surely had a kink going on with this talk, and repeated the scenario again later in the week.
When Sunday arrived, Tammy stood in line for confession with Father Peter. She was inside for an unusually long time. When she emerged, Tammy joined me in the third row pew, which happened to have no one else in our row. I looked to her for a smile or smirk, but she was poker faced and sat down beside me. Tammy looked around and then her left hand took my right and slid it beneath the hem of her yellow summer dress. I looked around as well, and glided my fingers up high enough to where her thighs meet.
Tammy’s panties were soaked through so much, that even the insides of her thighs were wet as well. She pushed my hand out as a couple approached the end of the pew. I whispered in her ear, “What happened?”
Since the couple were sitting on her side, Tammy leaned toward my ear and said only, “I’ll tell you about it at home.” Her hand brushed across my crotch, finding me already hard beneath my clothes. A few minutes later, Father Peter left the confessional and proceeded to the sacristy, while the organist began the introductory music for mass that would be led by Father John.
When it ended, we were one of the last to leave the church as people spilled onto the long concrete stairs at the front. Both priests were greeting and talking with everyone who stopped. Father Peter approached Tammy and I, and reached out to shake my hand and bid me well. “Beautiful day,” he said as he greeted me.
“Yes, Father, it is,” I said, as he took Tammy’s hand in his. He furtively slipped something into hers as their hands clasped together. Tammy sneaked her hand to her side when he let her go.
Tammy said, “Nice to see you Father.”
“Good to see you both. Enjoy your day,” he bade as we made our way down the steps to walk the few blocks to our home. I asked her what that was all about, dying to know what was going on. When we rounded the first street corner, now safely out of sight of the church, Tammy pulled out the paper and unfolded it. There was a cell number inked on it, no doubt it was the priest’s number.
Tammy showed me, saying, “He wants me to call him when I’m feeling,” and she used her hands to air quote, “overwhelmed.” My wife had a devilish smirk on her face.
“Ohhhh, I think the old man is a very naughty one,” I said, letting my hand slide down from Tammy’s lower back and over the full round globe of her ass.
“Alan, you have no idea!” I was instantly intrigued.
“Well?” I enquired, grinning.
“Not until we are in bed. I’ll tell you all about it, but not until you’re naked.”
Holy shit, whatever happened in there had my wife in full cock tease mode. When I opened the front door, I took her hand and led her up the stairs. In the bedroom, Tammy turned me around and quickly unzipped me and unbuckled my belt. My hands were playing with her full breasts while her hand slipped both my slacks and undershorts to the floor.
Once Tammy began jacking me off, she said, “Do you want to hear what happened in confession?” My diminutive wife of barely five feet looked up at me, awaiting my immediate response.
“Yes! Tell me!’
“I thought about what you said about a co-worker, and decided to up the ante a bit. I confessed that, while you were away for three weeks, I was so missing sex that I allowed my boss to seduce me in our home. That I invited him over, knowing he had overtly flirted with me for months and that, once inside, I submitted to his power over me and didn’t stop him when he made sexual advances.”
“Fuck, Tammy. You are so bad. What did he say?”
“He said that it is common for the female body to be weak, and that it does need a powerful and strong man, to feel fully feminine. He asked me if I enjoyed the feeling of that powerful man in the moment of my betrayal. I told him that it was my submissive nature that led me to that moment in the first place. That I loved how powerful my husband is in my life, and I can’t help myself when another man assumes a position of power over me. I told Father Peter that after it was over, I had great regret.”
Her hand continued jacking me off. I said, “Oh, God, Tammy. That was brilliant!”
“He asked me if things are good between us. I told him that your work out of town has been consuming you, and that even though you’re only home for a few days, you’ve been distant. And, that emotional separation is only making me long for something more. He asked me if I use anything at home to help relieve myself of my sexual needs. I told him that I have a toy and he asked me to describe it. As I told him about its length and thickness, I could see his arm moving in the dim light from his side of the confessional.”
“You mean he was jerking off?”
“Yes. Like I’m doing to you now.” We kissed deeply, our tongues search the others mouth. I grabbed a handful of her ass and felt my precum smearing on her belly as she pulled on it between us.
Tammy went on, “He said that whenever I am feeling like this that I can call him and he will help me though it. He told me to say two Hail Marys and one Our Father, and that he would get his cell number to me. And I was sure that as he said the words ‘Our Father’, his voice was grunting as he tried to mask an orgasm.”
I picked up my wife an tossed her on the bed, her summer dress flowing as she landed on the duvet, and her panties came into view. I took hold of her feet and pulled them to the edge of the bed, unclasping her heels and tossing them aside. Then I grasped her calves, just below the knees and yanked them to me so I could access her slick white cotton panties and slide them down her velvety thighs.
Tammy’s long hair spilled across the bedspread as I drew her lithe body to the edge. I knelt between her legs and began kissing up each thigh while my hands caressed them. She moaned loudly at my kisses along the crease at her hips. I ate her pussy like a man deprived of food for a week. Once she orgasmed, she begged for cock and I greedily relented. I fucked her hard, but not for long, as I was already oozing precum down my shaft before I even entered her. I held my cock deep inside her while my semen jetted into her.
After we finished, she and I discussed how to proceed. Because I work mostly from home, there is little need for me to go out. For all our neighbors know, I could be away for weeks at a time. I just needed to stay inside, so as not to be seen if the priest should come by on one of his runs.
Fortunately, Tammy and I had long ago bought a CCTV system for the house, and from my desk, I could see just about everything in any room in the house, including the outside as well.
I checked the outside cameras in the next few days and noticed that the priest was, in fact, running past the house, taking peeks towards our place. I looked back over some archive footage and noticed that he hadn’t been using our street as a running route prior to Tammy’s confession. Seeing that he would come by routinely around seven in the evening, I had Tammy sit on the front porch with a coffee at the right time.
Sure enough, Father Peter ran by and saw her sitting there. He stopped on the sidewalk and called out a hello. Tammy waved, and he came up to the porch, asking, “How are you doing, Mrs. Pierson?”
“I’m okay,” she said, “Tim is gone again until the end of the month.”
He moved forward and sat in the chair next to her. “You know that I’m here for you. God has sent me to help keep you from sin.” His hand touched hers as it rested on her thigh.
“Thank you, Father. I appreciate that.” He didn’t let go, and she didn’t pull away from his firm grip.
“If you want, I can help you right now. It might be best to relieve yourself before the urge to wander becomes too great.”
Tammy rocked her hips as her horniness was taking over, knowing that I could see and hear everything that was occurring on the porch. “You mean…” she started, whispering.
“Let’s go to your bedroom – the place where you make love your husband. I will be there just to make sure that you rid yourself of the sexual demons that are trying to take you over. I will be there to keep Satan at bey.”
“I don’t know, Father,” Tammy replied, in mock uneasiness.
He looked up and down the street before leaning in. He took her hand and stood her up, “Come, child. It’s time to let God take care of you. I assure you that I have the same illicit urges, as a priest. We can do this together.” As they walked to the door, I turned off the volume on my browser from the camera inputs, and raced down the hall from my office to our bedroom. I slipped inside the walk-in closet and closed the door over but for a sliver, so that I could see as well as hear what would soon happen in our bedroom.
When they entered the room, I heard him say, “No. There is no need to undress. I will sit in this chair near the bed, and you can get out your toy.” I saw him come into view, and he set the chair with his back to me and just off to one side of the bed. Tammy squatted at the night table and drew out her dildo, which is made of pink silicone and is nearly six inches long, but quite thick. She reached in and pulled out a small tube of gel, and was about to squirt a glob over the toy, when he stopped her.
“Can I lube that for you, Tammy?” He held out his hand as she moved to him and offered it. He took it from her and put it into his mouth, sucking it as deeply into it as he could, his tongue languishing over its entire length. When he drew it from his mouth, he calmly said, “Pull your jeans down, Tammy.” My wife unbuttoned them and as she hooked her thumbs into the belt hooks to pull them down, our eyes made contact.
Tammy dropped her pants to the floor and stood next to the priest, her hands in front of her pink silk panties. When the toy was sufficiently lubricated, he beckoned her closer and placed the head of her dildo against her soft belly, just above the waistband of her panties. She looked down as the holy man teased the toy along the elastic from hip to hip, then up to her navel. “You can touch your breasts now, Tammy.” She calmly obeyed, as if in a trance. “Can you see how my body has reacted to you?”
Tammy looked at his lap and saw the sizable bulge in the lycra shorts, and raised the hem of her blouse until her bra appeared, exposing the smooth generous cleavage between the cups. He asked, “May I take it out?” Tammy nodded innocently. Father Peter half-stood so he could pull his shorts down and then sat again, wrapping a fist around his meaty cock.
“I need release as well, Tammy. It’s something we must do so we don’t fall into temptation. Pull your panties down, my little one.” Tammy did as he bid, and stepped out of them. The old man licked his lips and whispered, “It is so beautiful and smooth. The Devil begs me to touch you, but God is here for us.” He reached out and handed her the dildo slathered in his slobber and motioned for her to move back to the bed. Tammy stepped back to the edge of the bed and sat there, her legs slightly parted.
“Let me see you in all of your glory,” he ordered. Tammy laid back on the bed, her knees bent at its edge. She parted her legs wide, and marvelled at his intense focus on her widely splayed vaginal lips.
“Does this excite you, dear?” he asked as his fist moved up and down along his hardness. Tammy nodded in fake submissiveness. I wanted to pull out my cock as it strained for its own freedom, but I dared not make a noise.
The priest shuffled the chair closer to her while Tammy began moving the phallus toward her aching cunt, lying back on the bed. Her other hand lifted the bra cups over her boobs and fingered one of her erect nipples. He reached between his feet and picked up my wife’s sodden panties, wrapping them around his circumcised cock. She let out an audible moan as the toy pressed into her labia. She watched him as he furiously jacked off with her wet panties wrapped round him, while she began to pump the cock-like plaything into her aroused pussy.
The two savored the ministrations of the other until Tammy’s hips began to shudder with the onset of an orgasm. Seeing my wife begin to convulse was just what it would take to bring the priest to his own climax. While Tammy slowed her self-pleasuring strokes, the priest increased his pace, standing up and moving between her knees as they hung over the edge of the bed. “Take God’s blessing,” he uttered, leaning forward and staring at her shaven and red pussy, until an explosive jet burst from his cock. Tammy’s eyes widened as rope after rope of thick silvery gunk spewed from his overexcited dick, coating her thighs, vulva and belly in creamy spunk. Tammy dragged the toy through his muck and smeared it over her tummy and belly button.
The priest didn’t move for the longest time, the last of his cum hung in a tendril from the knob of his tool. He fell to his knees and began to lick up his own semen from her thighs, then her belly, and finally the child-like softness of her inflamed vulva.
Tammy looked over at me peering through the closet door, her mouth agape while the man of cloth lapped hungrily at her exposed clit. She looked down at him just as head tilted back so he could see her reaction.
Tammy raised her feet and placed them on his shoulders, her breath in forced puffs as he brought her to her zenith. A gentle, slow sucking of her hardened nubbin took Tammy to the edge, and as she grunted and convulsed, she could see his face show his pleasure, despite only his eyes and nose being visible from between her thighs.
While her breathing returned to normal, Father Peter stood up and reached out a hand to help her up. When Tammy stood next to him, he placed his hand on her shoulder, pushing her to her knees, and she knew what he wanted. She washed him clean with her tongue, looking into his eyes as she did. He looked down at her sucking the bulbous head of his deflated dick into her warm, sweet mouth, smiling broadly at her.
The priest held her shoulders firmly while she slurped along the softening head of his dick. When he released his grip, Tammy slid her panties from his grasp, and said, “Thank you, Father.” His only response was his right hand making the sign of the cross over her head. She tossed her used panties into the hamper in the corner of the room, before opening her dresser and taking a fresh pair of panties with her to the adjoining bathroom. Once she closed the door behind her, Father Peter quickly stepped to the hamper and retrieved her dirty undies and slipped them into his shorts pocket.
When my wife returned, Father met her at the bathroom door. He asked, “Did you enjoy the relief, Tammy?”
“It felt good, Father. But,…” He put his finger to her mouth, stopping her there.
“This is God’s work. Until your husband returns to satisfy your needs, God will keep you on the path to heaven, through me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Father. I do.”
The priest glided a hand through the hair near her left ear and offered, “I’ll stop by tomorrow for your daily blessing.” The two of them walked out of the room and down to the front door. He quickly left, jogging up the road to finish his routine for the day.
By the time Tammy came upstairs, I was back in my office, poring over the camera angle view of their play time in our bedroom. She rubbed my back while she stood behind me, moaning occasionally as we replayed the event. She asked, “Are you ready for your turn? I need the real thing now.” We adjourned to the bedroom, where I asked her to describe his hardness while I plied her pussy with my own cock.
In between her grunts from my pounding her pussy relentlessly, Tammy described his cock as virtually the same size and thickness as her dildo, but for the thick mushroomed head of his cock. She said while his shaft wasn’t that thick, his bulbous head would be hard to fit into her. She had to stretch her mouth as wide as she could to get the head in her mouth. That was what I needed to hear and I soon after pumped my semen into my sexy wife. The thought of her masturbation partner trying to force his large tool into her filled my mind for the rest of the day. We both knew that this wasn’t over, and more likely might be just the beginning. We found someone to play with who could not share our dirty secret with anyone.