Preacher's Wife Sunday or the Preachers wife part 2 

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story. 

The bubble bath was a way for me to relax. I reflected on what happened
and tried to come to terms with my conflicting feelings. I wasn't 
raped. I had voluntarily submitted to whatever Josh wanted of me. Yet I 
still felt humiliated. How could I have been so brazen. I had heard the 
Girls talk about things like Blowjobs and such but I was sure I would 
never do such a thing, but I had. Not only did I participate in a 
forbidden sexual act, I had received pleasure from it. Tying up women 
was for the movies. Or for those sick perverts you read about in the 
City. They certainly weren't for respectable Church ladies, yet I had 
the rope burns deep and sore to remind me I not only did it. I derived 
pleasure from it. Somehow not being in control came naturally. Daddy 
had been deciding my life for me since I was born.  Now the pastor 
expected, even demanded me to be who I am. Josh was just doing the 
same. He not only controlled me for his own pleasure, he also demanded 
of me sexual acts to perverse for me to even consider before today. He 
took pictures of me doing these things. I was standing there watching 
my nipples stiffen in the mirror and blushing at the concept of him 
showing them to someone else. 

As I slipped my flannel nightgown on I heard the screen door slam. The
Pastor was home. I finished brushing my hair and checked to make sure 
my matronly nightgown covered the rope marks on my neck and wrists. My 
husband could be heard eating the plate of dinner I had left for him on 
the table. I went down stairs and did up the dishes. The Reverend 
patted me affectionately as we passed in the hall. I went up to bed and 
climbed in. I could here the reverend singing hymns as he finished 
shaving. The lights were out and I snuggled down into the warm 
comforter. 

I felt the Bed move and could feel the reverend's hand on my shoulder. I
rolled over as I knew I was expected to. After all it was Saturday 
night. The reverend kissed me sweetly and carefully as he slipped the 
hem of my flannel nightgown up to my waist. I was sure he would notice 
my shaved pubis. He entered me with ease. I was still sore from the 
pounding Josh had given me but having sex with my husband on the same 
day caused terrible, sinful, thoughts to course from my brain to my 
pussy. I could feel the bed shake and I reached over my head and 
slipped my wrists under the bottom bar of our big old brass bed. I took 
my feet and bending my knees I put them under the pastor's knees. I 
imagined myself tied down to that big brass bed and as I felt my 
husband expend his seed into my womb I had a body wrenching orgasm.  
The Reverend rolled off and of course thanked me for putting up with 
his carnal desires. He was promptly snoring. I got up to cleanup as I 
always did on Saturday nights and marveled to myself that the man had 
no idea that I had just experienced the first Orgasm ever from our 
couplings. In a way I was almost disappointed he hadn't noticed my 
sleazy behavior or my newly shaven pussy. 

I had a fitful night. I had horrible dreams and in the morning I was
resolved to tell Josh I just couldn't carry on like I had on Saturday. 
I was a fine upstanding virtuous Preacher's wife. I Got the Reverend 
his breakfast and sat down at the piano to practice my hymns. After the 
breakfast dishes were done I went to the bathroom to dress for Church. 
Summer was ending but it wasn't yet fall so I wore a floral jumper and 
a white long sleeve shirt. As I was putting on my panties and bra I 
realized my nipples were still very tender so I skipped the bra in 
favor of a Chemise. I hadn't worn it since my wedding day but it felt 
so smooth and silky next to my skin. The white silk panties that 
matched were uncomfortable. I was starting to grow stubble down there 
and they were itchy and prickly. I had two choices. Go without 
underwear or quickly re shave my pubis. The thought of going without 
any panties brought an instant blush to my face but I just couldn't do 
it on Sunday in the Lord's house. I quickly re shaved, vowing to let 
myself grow back in naturally starting Monday.  I put my silk panties 
back on and I wave of pleasure washed over me as I felt the smoothness 
against my naked mound. I hurried out the door and down to the chapel. 

In the front row sat Josh looking as pious as Old lady Jenkins.  I sat
at my piano and played the opening hymn feeling myself blush as I tried 
not to look at Josh.  As the Pastor was starting up his Sermon I looked 
at the floor and realized I had worn the shoes. How could I have done 
something like that. I was wearing a symbol of my defilement. 

I caught Josh staring at my feet and with a gleam in his eye he winked
at me as the Pastor delivered a heart pounding fire and Brimstone 
Sermon. The congregation was caught up in religious fervor. Normally, I 
looked forward to Sermons like this because the Reverend always 
required me to perform my wifely duties after a particularly rousing 
delivery. I blushed realizing I was in church and was consumed with 
thoughts of illicit sex. The final song distracted me from my thoughts 
and as the congregation filed out I gathered my books and went through 
the rectory hallway to setup my classroom in the basement. 

As I turned the corner into the main hallway I saw Josh casually leaning
on my classroom doorframe. I knew I had to face him but I still blushed 
at the thought of the things he had made me do.  I brushed by him with 
my head down and my heart in my throat. I could already feel my nipples 
become engorged.  I put my books on the table that doubled for a desk 
in my Sunday school room. 

Josh closed the door. And told me to turn around. I faced him. His arms
were crossed and a smile was on his face but the cold glint in his eyes 
warned me that he meant business. I looked at him and leaned back and 
put my hands on the table for support. Josh said to me. "Hey pretty 
Preacher's wife I like the shoes." I blushed. I knew I should tell him 
it was over and he should leave me alone but the ache in my pussy 
wouldn't be denied. I knew in my heart he could do anything he wanted 
to me. Anywhere any time. 

"Lift your skirt." Came his command. I leaned forward and grasped the
hem. I didn't stop till it was above my waist. "Now what did you go and 
wear panties for Preacher's wife?" Came his snide question.  I blushed 
and looked away. He told me to take them off, as he walked closer. I 
slipped my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them to the floor. I 
kicked them free of my shiny black heels and stood back up with them in 
my hand. My skirt had fallen back to its original location, half way 
between my knees and ankles. Josh stood before me and grasped me by the 
hair. He snapped my head back and looked deep in my eyes. He leaned 
forward and his tongue ravished my mouth. As he pulled away from the 
kiss he spun me to face away from him. His hand between my shoulder 
blades firmly pressed me to the table. I could feel him reach down and 
grasp the hem of my jumper. I felt it get flipped up over my waist. His 
zipper rasped down. I could feel his rigid manhood bounce against my 
naked ass. He grasped my waist and entered me from behind in one fast, 
hard thrust. I grunted. 

He started slamming me into the table. I could feel my toes curl in my
shoes and I let out an uncontrollable whimper. My eyes rolled back just 
as Josh's hand tangled itself in my hair. With one hand on the small of 
my back and the other pulling my head back I was held in a severe arch. 
His hand came off my back long enough for him to gather my silk panties 
in his hand and reach in front of me and shove them in my open mouth. 
His hand clamped down hard holding it there and guaranteeing my 
silence. The other hand went back to my lower back and held me to the 
table. On every stroke I could feel my feet come off the ground and my 
hip bones bang against the edge of the table. 

I felt him slowly pull all the way out. His pussy wet cockhead nestled
firmly against my virgin anus. I tried to look around and beg for him 
not to take me there but his hold was to strong and the moist panties 
wedged between my teeth muffled my cries. He slowly inched his steel 
hard cock up my ass. I felt as if I was being torn in half. As his hips 
finally came in contact with my ass cheeks I tried to relax and let it 
happen. As I did so he pushed even harder on the small of my back. And 
pulled my head back with the hand he had firmly clamped over my panty 
stuffed mouth. My pubic bone was being ground into the tabletop and my 
toes were completely off the ground. I felt sharp jolts of pleasure 
laced with intense pain. 

I became aware of people moving down the hallway outside the door. Josh
was picking up the pace and I was soon being hammered into the 
tabletop. With every stroke my clit was being rubbed across the fabric 
of my skirt trapped by the pressure on the table from my pubic bone. I 
was rocking through waves of intense orgasms. I felt his body lose 
rhythm and begin to shudder. He pumped my bowels full of cum. He stood 
up and released me. I spit out my panties and gasped for air. He took 
them from the table, as he stepped away. I stood up and brushed down my 
skirt. He picked up a bible and flipped it open just as the girls of my 
class began to file in. I know I was flustered and hot to the touch but 
the young ladies in my class didn't seem to notice. Josh finished what 
he was writing and handed me the good book back with a note sticking 
out. He greeted the teen girls who were all hopelessly in love with 
him. They had no idea I was even there. As I watched him joke and tease 
it dawned on me I had seen pictures of more than half of them taken by 
Josh. Most of them at least topless, and some completely nude. I sat 
and read his note as he left and the Girls settled down. 

The note read. While the reverend is at the convention, I am having a
few buddies down from the City for a day or two. I want you to look 
your best for them so meet me at the thrift store Tuesday morning so I 
can help you pick out some new cloths. The lesson went in a blur most 
of the girls weren't listening anyway. During our moment of silence at 
the end, I could feel wetness trickling out of my anus. I know I was 
blushing but I was also wondering how many friends he was having over 
and what exactly would he make me do?