The Preacher's Wife - Part 4
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Hetero, Cheating, Reluctant, Threesome, Blackmail, Slut Wife
Previous parts to this story - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
The preacher's wife was still enraged that the stranger made her perform sex with him in the church room while her husband was conducting services within earshot. And the audacity of him to actually shake hands with her husband afterwards while the taste of his cum lingered in her mouth and his sperm dripped down her thighs. So you can imagine her surprise when the stranger stood there smiling on her porch when she opened her front door.
Marge immediately slammed the door shut, but Jack was a door-to-door salesman and used his foot as a wedge to foil her. The preacher's wife futilely kept pushing the door, but it wouldn't close.
"I'm not budging," Jack informed her.
Marge kicked his foot several times out of frustration and then leaned against the door, sighing deeply. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
"I'll call the police if you don't leave," the preacher's wife threatened.
"Go ahead... what's the charge?"
"You're bothering me."
"That's not against the law," Jack chuckled. "If it was, every door-to-door salesman would be out of work."
"You raped me!" she said more vehemently.
"I did not... and I think I have a few witnesses who would say you are a slut and enjoyed it."
"That's absurd."
"Oh yeah, what about the boy in the movie theater whose cock you sucked... twice?! And the guys who jerked off on you. What about them? Some are regulars so I'm sure I'd find them if I looked."
"Okay, okay, I won't call the police. Just leave. Leave me alone."
"Only if you come with me."
"Absolutely not!!" the usually soft spoken preacher's wife yelled.
"Okay, then I'll come in," Jack said, easily pushing the door open.
The force of the door flung Marge backwards causing her to lose her balance. She stumbled like a drunk for a few moments and then plunged to the floor. By the time she regained her composure and looked up, the stranger was standing over her -- inside her house with the front door closed. The young wife scampered backwards, bouncing on her butt and hands.
"G-Get out of here," Marge said with a lot of apprehension in her voice.
"Only if you come with me," Jack reiterated.
Marge started to back up further when she saw the stranger approach her, but she wasn't fast enough. Jack grabbed her ankles and effortlessly lifted them, flipping her upside down. The preacher's wife extended her arms into a handstand, facing the same direction as the man holding her, except upside down. Gravity pulled her dress downward, exposing her knickers to the stranger. Jack spread her legs so that he could see the young wife's panty-covered crotch.
Marge was dumbstruck. She was being held upside down and knew her dress had fallen. That meant the stranger was able to see her underwear and, when he spread her legs, the juncture between them. But then it got worse. Jack quickly wrapped his arms around the preacher's wife's body and lifted her. She felt the sides of his head against the inside of her thighs and then his mouth on her crotch.
Jack rubbed his mouth against the cotton material covering the preacher's wife's pussy. Then he used his lips, taut over his teeth, to nip at her very private area. The preacher's wife squirmed, but Jack didn't know if she was trying to get away or if she was getting turned on. He kept at it, pushing his mouth hard against her covered pussy and pressing his tongue into the crevice.
The preacher's wife struggled to get free. The man's mouth was where it shouldn't have been. Even though her privates were covered by her knickers, she felt his mouth and tongue on her. That feeling was returning so she tried desperately to free herself from his grasp. But then she felt his hand on her bare belly and then under the waistband of her knickers. His hand slipped inside the front of her knickers and spread across her pubes. His mouth was still titillating her pussy through her knickers, and now his hand was inside directly against her. She tried to reach behind her to grab his legs for leverage, but the stranger sort of tossed her in the air and regained his grip with his arm. Now the preacher's wife's hands couldn't even touch the floor. She helplessly dangled upside down.
Jack felt the crotch of the preacher's wife's knickers get wetter. He knew some of it was his saliva, but the taste told him there was more -- her pussy was lubricating. Although she wouldn't admit it to herself, Jack knew how easily the young wife of a preacher got excited. He kept rubbing his mouth against her wet crotch and edged the hand inside her knickers further until he located her clit. When he started rubbing that sensitive nubbin, the preacher's wife locked her thighs around Jack's head, holding him tightly against her. He knew then he had conquered her.
Jack brought the preacher's wife almost to an orgasm and then stopped. He gently lowered her to the floor... first the top of her head... then her shoulders... then her back and buttocks... and finally her legs. The preacher's wife was lying on her back with her dress over her face and her legs spread. A good portion of her knickers were pressed into her pussy slit with her abundant pubic hairs sticking out the sides. Her body was twitching and she was moaning under her dress. Jack stooped beside her and gently ran his fingertips along her panty-covered crotch. Her lower body jumped at the touch. He did it again and again with the same reaction each time. All the while the preacher's wife was moaning.
Jack grabbed the knickers and began pulling them down the young wife's subtle legs. She didn't put up a fight as he removed them. Her face and upper body were still covered by her dress, but her lower body was now completely exposed. Jack again began teasing the preacher's wife's pussy with his fingers, but this time it was skin against skin. With each touch Marge humped her hips upwards as if trying to increase the pressure, but Jack kept teasing her.
Jack heard the moans of frustration coming from under her dress as her lower body jerked. He had stimulated her to the point that she needed relief. The very sexually repressed prim wife probably wasn't even aware of her situation. She was on the crest of an orgasm and desired it.
Jack pulled her hand to her own pussy and moved her fingers on her clit. The preacher's wife had never masturbated, growing up believing it was a sin. But her mind was like mush and all she felt was pleasure between her legs. She didn't even realize it was coming from her own fingers. She continued touching those parts craving to be touched, bringing herself closer and closer to an orgasm... and then she exploded. She pushed two fingers from one hand deep into her pussy and used her other hand to rub her clit. Her body writhed on the floor as her legs kept closing and opening. When her climax completed, the preacher's wife's arms dropped to her sides and she lay limp on the floor, panting hard, her dress still covering her face.
When the preacher's wife came around she quickly pulled her dress down her body and sat up. Looking at the stranger she said, "You pig... you made me do it again."
"Do what?"
"Lose control... let the Devil in my body."
"That's called an orgasm, sweetie. And it wasn't me who did it... it was you."
"Me? What are you talking about?"
"Smell your fingers."
The preacher's wife cautiously lifted her hands to her face and inhaled. The expression on her face was all Jack needed to know that she smelled her own pussy on her fingers. She blushed a deep shade of red when she understood.
"Oh-my-gosh, I couldn't have. Oh no!! Oh God, please forgive me!" she wailed.
"Now let's go," Jack said, grabbing the preacher's wife's arm and pulling her off the floor. Before she realized what was happening, the young wife was dragged outside and thrown through the driver's door of the stranger's car. Then he pushed her to the passenger's side as he climbed in. She faintly heard the automatic door locks click just before the engine started. And then they were zooming away.
"Oh sweet Jesus, my underwear!!" the preacher's wife shouted. "He'll find them."
"Don't worry about your husband," Jack said and held up the young wife's knickers, waving them teasingly.
Marge tried grabbing them, but Jack kept them away from her. He told her she didn't need underwear and told her to sit quietly. The preacher's wife gave in to the dominant man and placed her hands in her lap. She was acutely aware that she was naked under her dress. She felt so sinful.
The silence was deafening so the preacher's wife finally asked, "Where are we going?"
"My place."
"Why?"
"I'm going to bring out the woman hidden in you," was all Jack said, and then they rode in silence again.
When they got to Jack's house, the preacher's wife looked quickly from window to window in the neighboring homes. She was very self-conscious of being alone with a strange man. Although no one would have known even if they saw her, she felt especially sinful not wearing her underwear. So when Jack ushered her into the house she moved quickly, glad to be out of sight.
"Would you like a drink?" Jack asked.
"No... I don't use alcohol."
"You don't mind if I have one?" Jack asked, but it was a rhetorical question since he was already pouring himself a whiskey.
Jack told the preacher's wife to sit on the couch which she apprehensively did. He then loaded a cassette into the VCR and brought the remote with him to the couch. Sitting next to the preacher's wife, Jack shook his glass causing the ice cubes to rattle and took a swig of his drink, the cool liquid burning his throat.
"Aaahhhhhh," Jack said holding up his glass, thinking it was funny, but the preacher's wife just stared at him nervously.
"Why are we here?" Marge asked.
"I didn't want to drive 100 miles."
"Huh?"
"To the city," he clarified.
"What do you mean?"
"To the movie theater. We can watch one here."
The preacher's wife was about to say something, but Jack silenced her by holding up his hand. He aimed the remote at the VCR and hit the play button. The sound coming from the TV caused Marge to turn towards it. Her eyes got wide when she read the title across the screen -- "Cock Loving Sluts."
"Please turn it off," the preacher's wife said very quietly, lowering her eyes.
"I thought you like movies like this," Jack countered.
"I don't. They're sinful. I have learned my lesson and repented."
"Don't tell me you don't like that," Jack said, pointing towards the TV.
When the preacher's wife followed his finger, her eyes focused on the biggest cock she had ever seen. No one... not her husband... not the stranger... not even the actors in the dirty movies she had seen... had an organ the size of the one on the screen. Jack smiled when he heard the young wife take a deep breath.
The actor was standing nude. His 14 inch cock was hard, but its own weight kept it from pointing to the ceiling. On her knees was a fully dressed actress, staring at the monster cock longingly and licking her lips. The preacher's wife's tongue unconsciously slid across her own lips. Each time the actress reached out to grab the huge cock the actor slapped her hand away. The pout on the woman's face was priceless.
Another cock appeared. Not as large as the first one, but just as hard. The actress was so engrossed with the gigantic cock that she didn't even notice the second one. That is, not until it poked her cheek. She turned in surprise and stared at it, then her eyes went back to the first one. Back and forth her head moved, looking at each cock in turn... the look of desire obvious on her face. That look was also on the preacher's wife's face.
When the actress begged to touch the cocks, Marge's breathing got more pronounced and she began squirming on the couch. Jack noticed her thighs separate and then clamp shut. And then he heard a low moan coming from the preacher's wife. Her eyes were fixed on the TV, watching the woman grab both cocks at once. While Marge was consumed with the action on the screen, Jack had undressed and now placed the preacher's wife's hand on his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed while watching the movie.
The actress let a large drop of saliva drip from her mouth onto the huge cock and then used it as lubrication to help her hand slide smoothly. She repeated it with the other cock and soon her fists were moving faster. The preacher's wife was now rocking back and forth, pressing her thighs together. One hand was still unconsciously stroking Jack's now hard cock.
When another cock appeared on the TV screen, the preacher's wife clenched Jack's cock and held it, waiting to see what the actress did. She didn't have to wait long. The new man guided his cock into her mouth. The preacher's wife found the scene unbelievably arousing. A fully clothed woman was on her knees with three nude men. She was jacking off two while blowing the other one. Marge's hand began moving up and down Jack's cock again while she watched; her mouth gaping open.
Jack pressed his hand on the preacher's wife's crotch over her dress and she instantly parted her legs, providing him better access. When he applied pressure she began humping. While they masturbated each other, Marge intently watched the movie and Jack watched the preacher's wife. When he tried to stand up, the young wife gripped his cock as if she didn't want to lose it. Jack pried her fingers off and got to his knees. The preacher's wife had that same pout the actress had earlier.
Jack pushed the preacher's wife's knees apart and dove under her long dress. He didn't stop until his face was between her thighs, his mouth on her pussy. When he began licking, he felt hands on the top of his head. But they weren't trying to push him away... they were pulling his face into her pussy.
Jack continued licking until he thought the preacher's wife was close to climaxing. He quickly climbed out from under her dress. The preacher's wife looked down at him in shock. She was so close and desired his tongue. Jack took her by her hands and gently pulled her to her feet. She followed his lead like a zombie. When she was standing, still staring at the action on the TV, Jack lowered her zipper and pulled the dress over her head. When her face was covered, she helped pull it off so that she wouldn't miss any of the movie. Jack removed her bra, and the preacher's wife was standing before him in all her glory.
Jack sat on the couch behind the preacher's wife and pulled her down onto his lap. When seated, he snaked his hand between their bodies and found his cock, trying to raise it upwards. In a daze, the preacher's wife lifted up slightly, providing Jack the space he needed. His cock slipped into her pussy and the preacher's wife sat back down.
Jack just sat still with his cock up another man's wife's pussy. Marge was watching the movie, breathing hard. Then she began rocking back and forth. This caused Jack's cock to slightly slide in and out of her pussy. Jack pulled her to his chest and fondled one breast while his other hand went between her legs onto her clit. The preacher's wife began moving her lower body more vigorously.
Jack kept whispering dirty things into the preacher's wife's ear. Things like, "You love my cock in your cunt, don't you?" and "Your nipple is so fuckin' hard." The preacher's wife should have been offended but it aroused her more. "You love cock, don't you?" Jack whispered, and then added, "I bet you'd like more than one cock at a time. Would you? Would you like to touch another man's cock while we fuck?"
"Yesssss," the preacher's wife hissed, lost in a sexual bliss.
Jack glanced at the TV and noticed the actress was taking on several guys at once. He looked over his shoulder and spotted his friend waiting in the shadows... watching them... fully nude... stroking his hard cock. A slight nod of Jack's head brought his friend into the living room.
The new man sat down next to Jack. Marge was so consumed by the action on the TV screen... and Jack's cock in her pussy... and his finger on her clit... and her nipple being rubbed... that she didn't even notice. When Jack moved Marge's hand to his friend's cock, the preacher's wife automatically began stroking it. In her aroused state she didn't even realize it couldn't be Jack's cock if his was inside her. The prim wife of a preacher was watching a porn movie while being fucked by one man and jacking off another.
Jack began whispering in the preacher's wife's ear again, "That girl loves having multiple cocks. One isn't enough for her. Don't you wish you were her?"
"Uh huh," the preacher's wife said softly, almost as if in a dream... almost as if she saw herself in the movie... that the girl on the TV screen was her.
"You'd love to have multiple cocks at the same time."
"Uh huh."
"One in your pussy and one in your hand."
"Uh huh."
"Well, that's what you have."
"Uh huh... huh?"
Jack rubbed the preacher's wife's clit more briskly while turning her head to the side. She saw a naked man sitting next to them. Someone was jerking him off. It must have been the stranger doing it. But he had a hand between her legs and another one on her head. She never noticed he had three hands before. No, that's not possible. Who else was in the room with them? She'll just follow the arm attached to the hand to find out.
"Oh-my-gosh!" the preacher's wife exclaimed when she realized she was holding another stranger's cock. But she didn't stop. The young wife leaned her head back on Jack, closed her eyes, and continued stroking the new cock.
The man next to them stood up on the couch. The preacher's wife never relinquished her grip on his cock. He stepped over the fucking couple so that he had a foot on either side of them. And then he moved his hips forward so that his cock pressed against the preacher's wife's lips. Her hand kept jerking him off, but her mouth didn't open. Jack's friend got impatient and pried Marge's fingers off his cock. He then began slapping the preacher's wife's face with his hard-on.
Marge lazily opened her eyes and saw the cock in front of her. The man was hitting her with it. She didn't understand why. That was a stupid thing to do with a cock. She saw the man's hand on his cock and was jealous. Why should he have all the fun? The married woman... the preacher's wife... grabbed his cock and pulled it inside her mouth. Her hands reached around his body and grabbed his ass, pulling him towards her. The man didn't need further encouragement and began humping his hips... fucking the face of a preacher's young wife.
The preacher's wife now had a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth... at the same time. She thought her body would burst from the overload of stimulus she was receiving. In their position, Jack couldn't move much and neither could Marge. So she kept rocking on his cock, prolonging the sensuous feeling without terminating in his orgasm. The preacher's wife kept experiencing small climaxes, but they only excited her more, not satisfied her.
But the cock in her mouth was another story... she had full movement of her head, tongue, and lips. And she put them to good use. It didn't even bother her when the man thrust his cock down her throat. Sure she gagged, but she wanted to swallow his entire cock. She wanted to swallow the whole man, cock first. Jack's hands were now on her breasts. Each time he squeezed, she did the same to the other man's buttocks. And then she felt the man's belly against her forehead. She had done it. She had swallowed his entire cock. His long cock was down her throat. And it was... spurting. He was cumming. His goo was sliding down her throat and into her belly. But she couldn't taste it and wanted to. The preacher's wife pulled her head back slightly, feeling the throbbing cock dislodge from her throat. She was rewarded with his sperm. The preacher's wife didn't swallow immediately, but sucked the man's cock with a mouthful of cum. She swished his cum all over his cock with her tongue, but finally had to swallow when he kept spurting.
When the man stopped cumming, the preacher's wife continued sucking his cock. It began to shrink so she took it from her mouth and began kissing it. She kissed its head and up and down its sides. Each time a bubble of sperm appeared from his piss-hole, the preacher's wife flicked at it with her tongue, bringing it into her mouth. Then she'd kiss his cock again and again, worshiping it.
The man eventually climbed off the couch and collapsed onto the floor. Jack wrapped an arm around the preacher's wife's waist and stood up, holding her tight and not dislodging his cock. He dropped to his knees causing the preacher's wife to fall forward onto her hands and knees. Now Jack had the leverage he needed and began pounding his hard cock in and out of the preacher's wife's pussy from behind.
"Come here," Marge beckoned the other man. "Please, I want your cock too. I want more than one cock at a time. Please come closer."
Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew there was a slut inside the body of the preacher's wife, and his intention was to bring it out, but he didn't believe it would happen so fast. He watched his friend scoot on his butt until he was in front of Marge and then spread his outstretched legs on either side of the preacher's wife. She bent down and took his soft cock in her mouth, noisily sucking it.
Meanwhile, Jack kept fucking her. The preacher's wife's moans were muffled by the cock in her mouth, but not Jack's grunts. The preacher's wife was on her hands and knees getting fucked from behind while she sucked a second man's cock. Not only was she committing adultery, but doing it with two men... at the same time. And she was loving it. Everything she had been taught since she was a little girl was forgotten. She had two cocks inside her and she never wanted them to leave. But just then Jack began shooting his sperm into her pussy.
When Jack pulled out, the preacher's wife was pleased to note that the other man's cock was once again hard. She grabbed it and pulled him with her as she lay down on her back. Spreading her legs wide, the preacher's wife guided the man's cock to her pussy and moved forward, causing it to sink in. She put the cock of a stranger whose name she didn't even know inside her married cunt. And she had no regrets.
As soon as the man began fucking her, the preacher's wife exploded in an orgasm. But to her glee, the man didn't stop. Her passion quickly rose again and soon another orgasm shook her body. When Jack came to her head and dangled his limp dick over her, the preacher's wife stuffed it into her mouth. She didn't care that it had just cum inside her pussy... that she could taste his cum... and her own pussy... she just wanted to suck it forever.
By the time the other man erupted inside her pussy, Jack was hard again. They switched places and soon the preacher's wife was sucking the other man's slimy cock while Jack fucked her. And so it went for several hours, until neither man could get it up again. The preacher's wife kept sucking their soft cocks, but eventually they pushed her head away from their very sensitive genitals.
The preacher's wife looked around very sheepishly. Now that her sexual desires were sated, she was thinking like her old self again. All of a sudden she was embarrassed to be naked in front of the two men and quickly donned her clothes. She cupped her face in her hands and felt the stickiness on both her palms and cheeks from holding the slimy cocks. Their taste was in her mouth and she felt the sperm leaking from her pussy. She was too ashamed to speak and was grateful when Jack told her he would take her home.
As soon as the preacher's wife was in her own house she made a dash for the bathroom. She took off her dress and noticed the big wet spot on the back. Riding home in the car without panties allowed the sperm to soak the back of her dress. She took a hot shower and threw her clothes into the hamper. The preacher's wife made her way into the vacant church and sat in the last pew. She put her arms on the back of the seat in front of her and rested her forehead on them. She had sinned again, but this time it was even worse. She was sure she would go to Hell for eternity.
That night Marge's husband gave her the signal that she was to spread her legs for him. Under the covers, the preacher climbed between his wife's legs and entered her. Marge felt an instant desire for a good fucking, but the preacher pumped in and out a few times, grunted, and climaxed.
After the preacher rolled onto his back and almost immediately began snoring, the young wife lay awake realizing how much she enjoyed sex with the two strangers and that it would never be like that with her husband. She fretted over it until she fell asleep.
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