This story begins were the first part left off with Thomas finding his wife with another woman.
I felt my soul drop like a stone in a well. Panic and shame had replaced all pleasure. Thomas’s shadow loomed above us, dark and angular, blocky with outrage. “Get off her!” he yelled, his voice so loud that it vibrated inside my chest.
I scrambled off Judy, my heart galloping, my mouth and chin sticky with the essence of another woman. The rubbery dildo lay on the floor next to Judy’s nude body, an obscene reminder of their forbidden desire. I half-stood, half-crouched, desperate to snatch something, anything, to cover my nakedness. “Thomas, I… I can explain…” I pleaded.
He shook his head, his eyes wide and glassy, his pupils dilated to dark pools. His nostrils flared with each heavy breath, and a vein throbbed visibly at his temple. I couldn’t tell if the trembling in his clenched fists came from rage at seeing me naked and entangled with another woman, or from something else entirely, the way his gaze lingered on our exposed bodies, the slight parting of his lips and quickening of his breath, the unmistakable bulge straining against his suit pants.
Judy propped herself up on her elbows, not bothering to attempt to cover her nudity from my husband’s eyes, that sly smile crossing her lips as she gazed at his crotch.
“This is an interesting turn of events,” she said, her voice throaty and amused. She rolled onto her side and stretched in a long, leisurely arc, clearly enjoying the way Thomas gaped at her. “I didn’t expect to have an audience, Reverend, but I’m not complaining.” She glanced at me, and I realized she wasn’t ashamed at all. If anything, being seen thrilled her.
My eyes darted from her to Thomas and back. Adrenaline pinged around inside me, but I was also flooded with a heat that wouldn’t dissipate, even in the cold shadow of his judgment.
“Reverend,” Judy said, her voice honeyed and devoid of shame as if she were discussing his latest sermon, “Would you care to join us, or would you rather just stand there and judge?”
He gaped, his face a study in warring impulses. I recognized his internal struggle.
Thomas was devout, but just beneath beat a heart as hungry for flesh as any hedonist’s. The sight of the two of us naked, our pussies pink and flush and wet, must have torn some invisible membrane inside him. His indignation faltered, drunk on the display.
He coughed, noise catching in his throat. “Rosemary, Judy, I am disappointed. This is… this is not right, this is not Godly, this is not how we…”
He broke off, eyes flicking to Judy’s bare breasts, lingering on her hard nipples, then darting away, shamed by his own lust.
Judy reached up and took hold of my hand, pulling me down toward the blanket. She rolled onto her back and directed me with her gentle touch to straddle her face. The room was thick with a hush so complete that I could hear our collective breath and the tick tick tick of the antique grandfather clock in the corner of the room.
Thomas didn’t move. He didn’t leave or cover his eyes or take up his Bible to shield himself from the spectacle of Judy’s tongue beginning to lap at my delicate folds. My eyes never left his as I reached between my thighs and grasped Judy’s blonde locks, holding her against my pussy as I rode her face.
“First Corinthians ten, verse eight,” he murmured. “We should not commit sexual immorality…” his words faded into nothingness as my moans filled the space. He looked at me, my chest heaving, my dark hair tangled, and my lips parted in ecstasy. I saw his jaw clench as he struggled with his morals. In all our years together, he’d never looked at me with such hunger. Somewhere behind the turmoil in his eyes, I saw desire, raw and unpolished, carving through his every attempt at self-control. This man, my husband, the minister to the community, was aroused.
Judy’s tongue swept my clit with precision and devotion, and I leaned into her, feeling her breath curl inside my heat. I tilted my hips, giving her full access, aware that my husband’s eyes were devouring every movement.
“Thomas,” I said softly, “You want to touch me, don’t you?”
He flinched as if he had been struck. Judy’s lips kept working, her hands splayed greedily on my ass, but I focused on my trembling husband.
I said, “Take off your clothes, Thomas.” My voice sounded strange in my ears, steadier, almost commanding. “I want you to join us.”
Thomas hesitated, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. For a moment, I thought he would collapse onto his knees in prayer, that he would raise his powerful voice in rebuke, that he would invoke the wrath of God Himself to cast out the devils in us. But instead, trembling, he reached for his belt buckle.
I could not believe my eyes. He slid his pants off down to his shoes. I could see the bulge in his underwear. He then took off his shirt and then flicked off his shoes. There was my husband standing in front of Judy and me, almost naked.
He walked over to us and took off his underwear and said, “Okay, you two, if it is sin you want, then let’s have sin. Get up, Judy, and suck my cock in front of my wife.”
Judy got up and knelt before Thomas, as if begging for mercy. She slid her hand underneath his balls and massaged them. She looked over at me, almost like asking for approval, and then took the tip of her tongue and playfully licked the tip of his cock.
Thomas’s eyes were locked onto mine as Judy began sucking on his cock, her blonde head bobbing rhythmically between his thighs. A vein pulsed along his shaft as her glossy lips stretched around him, her cheeks hollowing with each greedy pull.
With a wry smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, those same eyes that gazed so solemnly over his congregation each Sunday, he said, “Would you like me to fuck Judy so you can watch, Rosemary? Or would you rather I fucked you so she can watch?”
I tried to speak, but no words came out of my mouth, just a small, desperate whimper. My nipples had hardened to aching points, and between my legs, I felt a warm, insistent throb. I knew I wanted both, but the thought of watching my husband, this man who stands at the pulpit and preaches fiery sermons about the moral failings of the world, fuck another woman made my pussy clench and flow, slick heat coating my inner thighs.
Thomas looked down at Judy, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head back so his glistening cock slipped from her mouth with an obscene pop.
Thomas said, “No answer from Rosemary, so I guess it’s time to fuck you, Judy. Get on the floor, sinner.” The last word came out as a growl.
His ministerial authority twisted into something carnal and commanding.
Judy fell backwards onto the floor and spread her legs so Thomas could get a good look at her soaked pussy.
My head was spinning. I had a hard time believing this was real as I knelt and watched Thomas slide his cock into Judy.
My husband looked at me and said, “Put that filthy, cheating tongue to use and lick my cock as I fuck this whore of Babylon.”
I nodded obediently, lowering myself until my cheek pressed against the soft curve of Judy’s belly. With each thrust, Thomas’s wet shaft emerged, and I dragged my tongue along its length, tasting the mingling of Judy’s tangy sweetness with my husband’s familiar salt-musk. The obscene wet sounds of fornication filled my ears as I savored this forbidden blend of flavors, my own arousal mounting with each deliberate lick across his pulsing member.
My own desire overtook me. The ache between my legs was too severe to ignore any longer. I needed to cum.
I rose to my knees and straddled Judy’s waiting mouth, my thighs quivering as I lowered my swollen, dripping cunt to her eager tongue. My eyes locked with Thomas’s, his pupils blown wide with lust, sweat beading on his forehead, his hips pistoning rhythmically as he fucked Judy.
The first touch of Judy’s tongue against my throbbing clit sent lightning up my spine. My back arched involuntarily, breasts thrust forward, nipples painfully hard.
My husband watched, mesmerized, as I shattered. Waves of ecstasy crashed through me, my body convulsing as Thomas leaned forward, capturing my gasping mouth with his. His tongue invaded me possessively as we both used Judy’s willing body like an unholy altar for our pleasure.
Judy gasped for air as I ground my pussy on her, and Thomas fucked her.
Thomas grunted out, “I’m close to cumming, and I want to shoot my load into my wife, so switch positions now.”
Thomas rose to his knees, his cock slick with Judy’s juices as he stroked himself with slow, deliberate movements. His hands, the same ones that had distributed communion wafers to the homeless earlier, now gripped his throbbing shaft with unholy reverence. Judy and I untangled in a graceless dance of desire, my back pressing against the soft blanket, my thighs falling open to reveal my swollen, pink folds. The air in the room was thick with the musky scent of sex as Judy crawled over me, her blonde hair falling in sweaty tendrils around her flushed face, her swollen pussy hovering inches above my parted lips.
As he slid his cock into me, I don’t ever remember him feeling so large and forceful. It was as if a totally different person was fucking me.
Judy leaned in and kissed Thomas as she rode my face. She used one hand to play with her button as I ate her.
Thomas’s eyes rolled back, his face contorted in religious ecstasy. “Oh, almighty Lord Jesus, forgive this sinner, this wretch,” he prayed, his voice cracking as his cock pulsed violently inside me. I felt each hot, thick rope of semen painting my inner walls, filling me completely.
As soon as he withdrew with a wet sound, his shaft still twitching, Judy folded forward like a penitent at the chapel, her hungry mouth finding my swollen, cum-slicked folds. Her skilled tongue darted between my labia, lapping greedily at the mingled essence of husband and wife while I buried my face deeper, my nose pressed against her drenched peach as my tongue fluttered rapidly against her throbbing clit. Our bodies tensed in perfect synchronicity, her thighs clamping around my head as mine did to hers, both of us shuddering through mind-shattering climaxes that left us gasping and baptized in sweat.
Thomas leaned back onto his heels, his head thrown upwards to the heavens, hands clasped in prayer, the last remnants of his release oozing from the tip of his softening cock. “Oh, Lord, what have I done?” he breathed.
But, no bolt of lightning crashed through the windows to strike us down, no angels descended with flaming swords to serve holy justice, and the floor did not open up and swallow us into hell. There was only the sound of three hearts, hammering one after another in the hush, and the antique clock ticking forward with the implacable calm of fate: a moment, and then another.
Judy rolled off of me and sprawled sweaty and exhausted beside me, breathing heavily. My world felt unfurled, my sense of self scattered and rearranged.
I had just had incredible sex with my husband and another woman, and it was unlike anything I had ever felt before.
I looked at my husband kneeling before the almighty, the look of anguish on his face slowly morphing into something else, a wild, almost joyous bewilderment. Guilt and arousal collided behind his eyes, fighting for dominance, and for once, the outcome was delightfully uncertain.
Judy broke the silence. “Shall we continue our bible study now or just bask in our shame?” she said, rolling her eyes to the ceiling in mock piety.
She wiped sweat from her brow, her face glowing not with remorse, but with triumph. I laughed, too, giddy and a little stunned, as if we’d all just tempted the wrath of God and emerged unscathed.
Thomas looked from her to me, mouth working silently, unsure if he was allowed to smile. Then, he let the tiniest, almost imperceptible laugh of joy escape, immediately clapping a hand over his mouth as if afraid God might catch him.
I gazed at my husband, a man who had never let himself be moved by pleasure for its own sake, and I wondered if this experience, this act of forbidden desire, would possibly change that.
I wondered if it would ever happen again. Or should I want to?
