For those of you expecting a visit from Josh's college buddies in this segment I apologize. They will show up on Monday morning. This segment helped me to develop the Reverend's character a bit as well as opening up our sweet young wife to being more aggressive herself. Let me know how I should let this story unfold. After all Josh will be going back to college. The Preachers wife could end up letting her horny old goat of a husband watch her or she could get thrown out on her ass. She may even get pregnant from all this unprotected sex. Also somebody should give her a name. I will put the best suggestion in the story. Preacher's wife part 3 or Sunday Night I sat at my table for several minutes after my class had dismissed. The girls were gone and I could still feel Josh's seed leaking from my sore and stretched rectum. The worst part was I knew I wanted it to happen again. I went to the rectory and let the Pastor Glory in his Congregation and the stirring performance he had delivered to them this day. Of course I went to the Bathroom and cleaned up. Then I listened from the kitchen window as the older folks talked about his rousing sermon. I went about making Dinner as the afternoon sun crept lower in the Sky. The Reverend was pleased with himself and patted me on the fanny as I set the table for us. We ate and talked and my husband discussed his trip to the State Seminary. He had been invited to Lecture for a week so he was leaving on Monday morning and wouldn't be back till Friday night. He told me I should go stay at my parent's house for the week but I told him I would be fine. The pastor brought up that it wouldn't look right for me to be in the house alone with a single man for a week so he insisted I stay with my mother. I relented and told him I would go right after we closed the Thrift store on Monday. If he only knew just how improper Josh could get with me. I took my bubble bath as the Reverend finished up the supper dishes and brushed out my hair. I decided to wear a short white silk nightie to bed instead of my usual flannel nightgown. I had never worn it. I had received it as a present at a bachelorette party before I was married to the pastor. I remember blushing at the thought of him seeing me in it. Considering recent events, it seemed tame in comparison. I was lying there dreaming of what he might force me to do, as the reverend got ready for bed. My hand crept slowly down to my own sex. Touching myself was something I hadn't done since Momma had caught me in the playhouse with my panties down almost 5 years ago. She had whipped me good and told me I would become a fallen woman if I did such things. Imagine what she would think if she knew what I allowed Josh and soon, Josh's friends do to me. I caressed my pussy ever so carefully and slowly. I began to stiffen and I could feel my nipples crinkle with desire. I was approaching orgasm when I heard the shower stop. The door opened and I could see my husband come toward the bed. I knew he was in the mood and I was longing for him to please me. I thought if he could give me feelings as intense as the ones I experienced at Josh's hands I might have the courage to stop what I was doing. The bed creaked and as the Reverend rolled back the covers. My silky negligee came into view. The Reverend let out a quiet exclamation to himself. He then did something he had never done before. He sat on the bed and allowed his shaking hand to course over my breasts. My nipples were on fire and they could be plainly seen through the flimsy material. He untied the ribbon at my cleavage and pushed the top of my nightie down exposing my breasts to the cool night air. He leaned forward and gently suckled one of my nipples. As he sucked my breasts I allowed my hand to roll over and caress his penis through his pajama bottoms. He flinched like he was in pain but pushed closer. I encircled his rigid staff with my hand and began to pump up and down through the cloth of his night cloths. His manhood popped free from the fly of his pajamas. I could feel the leathery texture of his dick. My hand slid up and then over the tip and back down I encountered moistness seeping from the tip and it helped my hand glide over his pole. His hand had strayed to the hem of my nightie and it soon was pushed to my waist. My mons had come into view and I began to worry that he would question why I was shaved as bare as a 12 year old. His finger parted my lips and gently caressed my inner folds dragging my own lubrication over my clit. I shuddered through an orgasm. He gently pushed my knees apart and I guided his cock to the wet juicy pussy I had between my legs. I rubbed the tip over my clit and then slowly allowed it to inch into my waiting cunt. As he bottomed out I looked up at him and he was staring into my eyes. My hands languidly went over my head and he reached up and grasped my crossed wrists in his hand. He started thrusting into me in earnest. I could feel the pressure building in my loins. My head was thrown back and I extolled out loud. "Praise the Lord" The reply came from my husband. "Hallelujah!" I pitched my head back and had an intense series of thunderbolts shoot through my body. The connection from my pussy to my nipples and to my vocal cords was Dynamic. When I felt a wave of pleasure course through my body I would sing out in praise. My husband was pounding me into the bed. Then he did something I would have never expected. He quickly pulled away and rolled back on his haunches. His cock was spurting giant geysers of cum onto my belly and tits. A blast even splattered on my face. The liquid caused another wonderful jolt to rack my body. The pastor was regaining his composure as I came down from my physical high. He looked at me strangely and then almost tearfully started to apologize. I stopped the dear man and said not only was it all right but that I wanted him to do it again. He looked at me quizzically and I told him I enjoyed our coupling very much. He collapsed on the bed and said. "I had forgotten how young you were. My god you still haven't reached puberty." I realized he was remarking on my lack of pubic hair. And I told him I was in fact a woman not a girl but I just liked to be clean and tidy. A look of recognition flashed over his face and he seemed to relax. It dawned on me at that moment that he had gotten so turned on because he thought I was just a little girl in a way. I thought it odd for a second but then I remembered he had started sparkin and asked my parents for me when I was just seventeen. With my petite figure and girlish face many people took me for much younger. The vision of me laid on our marital bed with my tiny breasts and shaved pussy must have looked like a young teen lolita to him in the Moon light. He kissed me gently as I got up and went to the bathroom to cleanup. As I finished the quick shower I could here the Reverend snoring in bliss in the other room. I looked at myself in the mirror and reflected on what we had just done. I had discovered that my loving, kind husband had a deep seated little girl fantasy. I blushed when all the things I could do to play to that passed through my mind. I wondered to myself if I had found the key that would release me from the grasp of Josh. I took a deep breath and recognized I would still let the young man do anything to my body he wanted even share me with his friends.