Preacher's Wife Sunday or the Preachers wife part 2 For all the positive feed back Thank you and enjoy. Please let me know if this story is getting to long or if you would like I will write part three. For the one asshole that decided it was worth a 1 because the story line was " timeworn and cliché" Fuck you and write your own damn 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?