The Preacher's Wife - Part 6
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Bisexual (M/F/F), Cheating, Slut Wife, Voyeurism
Previous parts to this story - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
Marge Calligan felt totally liberated for the first time in her life. Raised by puritanical parents, her sexuality was repressed from puberty. Marrying a preacher didn't help. He thought Satan caused his hard-on and his wife's duty was to relieve his tension. Under the sanctity of the bed covers, the preacher would enter his wife with no foreplay, pump in and out a few times, and spill his seed. There was no lovemaking involved... and no pleasure for Marge. The preacher thought it was a sin to enjoy sex, being the Devil's work.
But the preacher's wife learned differently. Jack Strong was older than Marge and more worldly, and turned out to be a good teacher. He brought her repressed lust out of her slowly until she participated in a full fledged swinger's orgy, having sex with both men and women. She even had sex with a woman and her husband... and her brother... and her father. The preacher's wife was now a slut who loved sex.
Marge's outward appearance was still the dutiful wife of a preacher. She dressed plainly, seemed prim and proper, and even participated in several church activities, like teaching Sunday School and working with many of the volunteer wives on the social functions. It was after a planning meeting for one of these functions that Marge was pulled aside by Mrs. Stark.
"Can I speak to you for a moment?" the nervous woman asked the preacher's wife.
"Of course, Mrs. Stark."
"Please call me Gail. I'd rather not be so formal right now."
"Of course... Gail. How can I help you?"
The woman seemed very tense. They sat quietly, Marge waiting for the older woman to speak. The preacher's wife took the opportunity to study Mrs. Stark. Gail was around 35 years old with dark hair and large breasts. The preacher's wife inwardly chuckled when she noticed that the other woman's breasts were large. That was something the "old" Marge Calligan would not have noticed. Mrs. Stark had red hair and a curvy figure. She wasn't fat, but not thin either.
"I just have to speak to someone or else I'll just bust," Gail finally blurted out.
"I'm here for you," the preacher's wife said, trying to calm the anxious woman.
"B-But I don't know if I can talk about this."
"You can ta...." the preacher's wife began, but was interrupted by the agitated woman.
"I... I don't know. It's so... so personal," Gail said.
Now the preacher's wife was curious. She wasn't a gossip, but now that she became sexually enlightened she saw things differently. She wondered what was so traumatic to affect the woman this way. But she politely sat quietly, waiting for the older woman to speak.
Without looking at Marge, Mrs. Stark said very quietly, "I would have gone to your husband for guidance, but I can't... not this time. It's... I can't... he's a man. Oh Lord, what am I going to do?"
Mrs. Stark broke down into tears, cupping her face in her hands. Her shoulders were moving up and down with each gasp for air. The preacher's wife's heart went out to the distressed woman.
"Mrs. Stark... Gail... you can talk to me. Please trust me. What is it that's troubling you so much?"
Mrs. Stark looked up at the face staring at her and said, "Oh Lord, you're so young... and so pure. How could you help me? I should just go. This was a mistake."
The older woman started to get up, but the preacher's wife quickly moved her chair next to hers and gently put a hand on her shoulder. That was enough to have Gail settle back into her chair. The preacher's wife draped an arm across the sobbing woman's shoulders and pulled her to her breast. She softly stroked the cheek of the crying woman as she cradled her face against her breasts.
When Mrs. Stark controlled her weeping she nestled her face between the preacher's wife's breasts and babbled, "I have these urges. I can't explain them and know it's wrong, but I have them anyway. It's sinful and I'm a horrible wife. I don't know what to do about them."
Marge began rocking the woman's head in her arms like one would a baby. She patted the side of Gail's face, trying to calm her down. Then she pulled Mrs. Stark's head away from her chest and held it in her two hands, waiting until they made eye contact.
"Gail, tell me about the urges. What urges do you have that are so terrible?" the preacher's wife said calmly.
"I'm normal," Gail said.
"So?"
"So, what I'm feeling isn't normal."
"What are you feeling?"
Mrs. Stark stared intently at the preacher's wife and then blurted out, "I get aroused by... women excite me," and then covered her face with her hands.
The preacher's wife considered how to reply and then pulled Gail's hands away from her face saying, "There's nothing wrong with that."
"You're just saying that," Gail said, and failed to hold back her tears.
"Gail, do you think I'm attractive?"
Mrs. Stark stopped crying and just stared at the younger woman. "Yes, you are very pretty," she finally admitted.
"Do you think I have nice breasts?" the preacher's wife asked, opening her blouse and pulling it apart, exposing her bra-encased tits.
"They're lovely," Gail said, almost to herself.
"And what about my legs?" the preacher's wife asked, sliding her skirt up her legs very slowly.
Mrs. Stark's eyes burned into the hem of the preacher's wife's skirt as if trying to make her raise it higher, but Marge stopped just below her pussy.
"Oh yessss," Gail hissed.
"And what about this?" Marge asked, pulling her skirt to her waist and spreading her legs.
"Oh Lord, you're not wearing panties!" Mrs. Stark exclaimed.
"I keep losing them so I've stopped wearing them," Marge stated without explanation. "But you didn't answer me. Do you like my pussy?" she asked while gently stroking the sides of her pubes.
"You're beautiful, but...."
"No buts. I think you're pretty too."
"You do?"
"And sexy."
Before Mrs. Stark could respond, the preacher's wife leaned forward and pressed her lips against the older woman's. When she extended her tongue, Mrs. Stark parted her lips and accepted it. They passionately kissed and then Marge pulled away.
"So, what was wrong with that?" the preacher's wife asked.
"It was wonderful."
"Do you want to touch my breasts?"
"Oh, would I," Gail said, dreamy-eyed.
"Then let's get this out of the way."
The preacher's wife pulled her blouse off and tossed it onto the floor. Her bra soon followed. She let the older woman gaze at her tits for a while and then grabbed the back of Mrs. Stark's head, pulling her face to her naked breasts. Gail opened her mouth and began sucking on one, flicking her tongue over the hard nipple.
"Mmmmm, that feels nice," the preacher's wife cooed.
While Mrs. Stark was slurping on her tits, the preacher's wife fumbled with Gail's blouse and bra until she was as naked from the waist up as Marge. When her hands found the soft globes and squeezed, the older woman moaned her pleasure. The preacher's wife's hands began undoing Mrs. Stark's slacks and pulled the woman to her feet when they were open. Marge squatted while tugging the pants and underwear down.
"What are you doing?!!" Mrs. Stark cried out, clutching her pants as they were partially down her hips.
"Just relax. I know you want this," the preacher's wife said confidently.
When Gail's hands released their hold on her slacks, the preacher's wife pulled them, along with her panties, all the way to her ankles. Marge tugged on them until Mrs. Stark raised a foot and then pulled them off one leg. The same was done with the other leg. Mrs. Stark was now naked standing in front of a half naked woman. Her hands automatically covered up her private areas.
The preacher's wife stood up and again pressed her lips to Mrs. Stark's. The older woman was more hesitant this time, but eventually parted her lips. Once again the two women embraced in a passionate French-kiss. Marge felt the other woman's arms wrap around her body and their naked breasts press together. She took the opportunity to slip a hand between Mrs. Stark's legs and cupped her pussy. Gail let out a moan. The preacher's wife's finger teased the slit and clit until Mrs. Stark's legs parted and her knees slightly bent.
Marge broke the kiss and asked, "Has Mr. Stark ever gone down on you?"
"Huh?" the stunned woman said. "What do you mean?"
"Has your husband ever licked your pussy?"
"For god's sake, no," the shocked woman exclaimed.
"Then I've got a treat for you," the preacher's wife said with a wicked smile.
Marge guided Mrs. Stark back to her chair and knelt at her feet. The stunned woman just stared down at the preacher's wife, naked from the waist up, whom she had been so intimidate with just a few moments before. Marge placed her hands on the older woman's knees and looked up at her confused face. She gave a warm smile and gently pushed Gail's knees apart. Mrs. Stark looked between her legs when they parted, seeing her red bush unprotected from the woman closer to it than any other woman ever had been.
Marge ran her fingertips up and down the inner thighs of the seated woman. She felt Gail shuddering from the titillation. Slowly, very slowly, her fingers inched higher and higher, using her forearms and elbows to push the woman's legs further apart. At the same time she leaned closer to her target, smelling the aroused pussy. When Marge was close enough, she leaned forward and ran her tongue through the pussy-slit, making sure it made contact with Mrs. Stark's clit on the way out.
"Oohhhhhh!!!" Mrs. Stark sighed.
When the preacher's wife didn't get slapped or pushed away, she took that as acceptance. Using her thumbs to pry Mrs. Stark's labia apart, the preacher's wife placed her tongue between them and licked a few times in rapid succession. The humping of Mrs. Stark's hips told her how much the older woman enjoyed her cunnilingus. She kept at it, sometimes penetrating the warm, moist hole with her taut tongue, flicking it in and out.
The preacher's wife grabbed Mrs. Stark around her butt and pulled the married woman to her, smashing her face in Gail's pussy. No longer was she gentle. Marge almost violently licked inside Gail's pussy, getting her face very wet by her movements. When she heard Mrs. Stark panting and moaning, the preacher's wife attacked her clit. That was all Mrs. Stark needed. While the preacher's wife licked and sucked the clit of her husband's parishioner, Mrs. Stark howled as her orgasm swept through her body.
Marge sat back on her heels, watching the older woman come down from her orgasm. Mrs. Stark's body was twitching like she was being hit with electricity. Her legs were splayed open and her chest was rising and falling with her panting. When her eyes slowly opened and focused, the preacher's wife smiled warmly at her.
"I-I can't believe we did that," Mrs. Stark said when she was able to speak. "It was unbelievable... fantastic."
"You're welcome," the preacher's wife said with a big smile on her wet face.
Marge stood up and took Mrs. Stark by her hands, pulling her to a standing position. She gently brushed the side of Gail's face with the back of her fingers and then leaned in for a kiss. When her tongue was inside Mrs. Stark's mouth, the older woman suddenly pulled back.
The preacher's wife watched the other woman's lips moving, as if tasting, and then her tongue licked her lips. She hesitated for a moment, tasting pussy-juice for the first time, and then smiled at the preacher's wife. Marge was pleased when Gail grabbed the back of her head and pulled her so that their lips were once again joined. When the preacher's wife's tongue reentered Mrs. Stark's mouth, Gail sucked it.
"I want to please you," Mrs. Stark said when she broke the kiss.
"You are," the preacher's wife said graciously.
"No... I mean like you pleased me."
The preacher's wife had experience with coming out of her repressed shell, so she said, "Tell me exactly what you want to do to me. Don't mince words. Please tell me what you want to do."
Mrs. Stark stared at the preacher's wife. She had been raised in their small, conservative town. This was new to her. But the prim and proper preacher's wife was acting in a way she never would have imagined... and she was extremely turned on.
"I want to lick your vagi... um, pussy. I want to lick your pussy and make you orgasm. Please, let me lick you."
The preacher's wife knew how liberating it was to do what Mrs. Stark just did... to feel a sense of freedom... to have society's shackles removed. She smiled at the emancipated woman and nodded, sitting down in the chair and raising her skirt to her waist. She spread her legs, not needing to be told.
Mrs. Stark stared at the preacher's wife's pussy. Could she actually do it? Could she put her mouth there? But she remembered how good the preacher's young wife made her feel and wanted to reciprocate. She had already tasted her own juices, so how much different could another woman taste? She made up her mind and got onto her knees between the preacher's wife's widely spread legs.
Marge saw the hesitation in Mrs. Stark's face and said, "You don't have to do this if you're not ready."
Gail smiled up at the younger woman and then leaned forward, pressing her lips to the preacher's wife's pussy as if she was going to kiss it. And that's exactly what she did. Gail planted several loud kisses right on the preacher's wife's pussy. Then her tongue tentatively came out and it snuck inside the crevice. Soon it was lapping the preacher's wife's pussy-juices, savoring the flavor. Once that obstacle was overcome, Mrs. Stark attacked the pussy with her tongue, knowing what she had liked and doing the same. Soon she had Marge panting and humping her hips, until the young wife of her preacher came all over her face.
After that, the two women sat on the floor cradling each other in their arms, gently rocking back and forth. From time to time their lips locked and their tongues played. The preacher's wife felt wetness on her face and pulled away. She saw the tears streaming down Mrs. Stark's face.
"I'm so sorry," the preacher's wife apologized, thinking the married woman was feeling regrets.
"Sorry?" the other woman said with a smile on her face. "That was the most beautiful thing I ever experienced. Thank you for showing me how wonderful it could be."
After that, Mrs. Stark and the preacher's wife met often. With Marge's encouragement, Mrs. Stark's inhibitions were chipped away. One day they were lying side by side with the flavor of each other's pussy on their lips. Marge asked her new friend if she loved her husband.
"Of course I do," Mrs. Stark responded, startled.
"Do you enjoy sex with him?" the preacher's wife asked the very personal question, but they were now very open with each other.
Mrs. Stark hesitated and then said, "Well, I still like sex with him, but..." Marge let the older woman gather her thoughts, "I wish it was better."
"Better? How better?"
"I don't know. When we were first married it was so exciting. But now it is kinda... well, sometimes boring... predictable at least."
"How so?"
"Well, when we have sex I know exactly what he's going to do. He'll kiss me and touch my breasts. Then he'll suck on a nipple while fingering me. Then he'll get between my legs and fuck me. It's always the same."
"What do you do to him?"
"What do I do? I fuck him back, I guess."
"What about foreplay? You told me what he does to you, but what do you do to him?"
"I kiss him, of course. Sometimes I rub his penis to get him hard."
"Do you put it in your mouth?"
"What?"
"His cock."
"Oh Lord, no!" Mrs. Stark exclaimed.
"Why not?"
"It's dirty. He pees from it."
"I pee from my pussy, but you lick that. It's not dirty."
"I... I don't know. I've never done that."
"At least it would be something different."
Mrs. Stark absorbed what the preacher's wife had said and then burst out laughing. It was contagious and Marge joined her in a hearty laugh. The preacher's wife was thinking about the Starks making love and it excited her. She climbed on top of Mrs. Stark and pushed the older woman's legs apart with her knees. Then, lining her clit up with Gail's, she mashed her pussy against Mrs. Stark's. They were fucking, sans a cock, and both came hard, shuddering in each other's arms.
After they had rested, the preacher's wife stunned Mrs. Stark by saying, "I'd love to see you make love to your husband."
"Why would you want to do that?" Mrs. Stark asked.
"It's so hot watching others having sex."
"You've seen it before?" Gail asked incredulously.
The preacher's wife didn't tell the older woman everything she had done, but she mentioned group sex, making sure not to call it an orgy. But she did tell her that there were married couples sharing their spouses and getting excited by it. She wanted to put the idea of sharing her husband in Mrs. Stark's mind.
Mrs. Stark listened to the preacher's wife wide-eyed. She couldn't believe she had cheated on her husband. Up until now, Gail thought their relationship was a first for both of them. Now she was learning that the prim and proper preacher's wife wasn't so chaste. But it didn't offend her. On the contrary, it excited her. When she heard the episode of a wife feeding her husband's cock into the preacher's wife's mouth, her fingers went to her cunt and she began vigorously frigging.
After Mrs. Stark had orgasmed, she looked sheepishly at the preacher's wife smiling at her. There was no hiding how aroused she had become talking about swinging and cheating. She agreed to let the preacher's wife watch her and her husband make love.
"How will we know when he wants to do it?" the preacher's wife asked, showing she was still naïve in some areas.
"Mac is always ready," Mrs. Stark said with a chuckle. "I just need to tell him I'm in the mood and race him to the bedroom."
On the night they had arranged for the preacher's wife to watch, Marge told her husband she was going to talk to Mrs. Stark about some woman problem she was having. The preacher was thrilled when his wife helped out with the spiritual guidance of his congregation. And the preacher's wife knew that the subject -- a woman problem -- would ensure her husband never mentioned it to Mr. Stark. There were things he simply didn't talk about.
The preacher's wife stood at the Stark's bedroom window under the cover of darkness. They chose a night with no moon. The wickedness of the act made the preacher's wife's pussy moisten. She was going to watch a married couple make love without the husband knowing it. Her hand went under her skirt and onto her clit, but she suddenly dropped below the windowsill when the bedroom light came on. Cautiously, Marge rose up and peeked into the room. Gail had left the curtains parted enough to see inside. When the preacher's wife heard voices she realized the window was open as well.
"This is a surprise," Mac Stark said as he walked into the bedroom.
"Are you not in the mood?" Gail asked a little worried, and unconsciously glanced at the window she knew the preacher's wife would be at.
"Honey, are you kidding?" Mac said, tearing at his clothes.
The preacher's wife saw the big smile on Mrs. Stark's face and envied her. Marge watched the two disrobe, tossing their clothes haphazardly -- most on the floor, a shirt dangling from the back of a chair, a bra on the dresser, panties hanging from a floor lamp. Gail's nude body always turned the preacher's wife on, but her eyes were riveted on her husband. Mac Stark had a decent body, but when his boxers came off she saw his equipment... and was impressed.
The two got on the bed and embraced. Mr. Stark leaned forward and placed his lips on his wife's. They passionately kissed for a while, and then his hand cupped her breast. Marge knew what was coming next... his mouth went to Gail's tit and his hand between her legs, fingering her pussy. Just as Mrs. Stark had told the preacher's wife, her husband was predictable which led to her boredom in the bedroom.
But today Gail Stark was not bored. She knew the preacher's young wife was watching her. That got her excited so she squirmed under her husband so that they were lying across the width of the bed instead of its length. She knew this would give the voyeur a better view; and then she spread her legs.
The preacher's wife watched Mr. Stark's finger slide in and out of his wife's pussy. Marge was jealous. Why didn't her husband do that to her? Instead, she crouched outside a married couple's bedroom fingering her own pussy.
Mr. Stark got up on his knees and the preacher's wife noticed Gail's hand wrapped around his now hard cock. She was wanking him. He tried to get between her legs, but because of where she was on the edge of the bed it wasn't possible.
"Honey, move to the middle," he said, breathing hard.
"You lie down in the middle," she told him.
"Are you changing your mind?" he asked in a panic.
"No dear, just lie down."
Mr. Stark was confused, but did what his wife had asked. This was unlike her. They had a routine and now she was altering it. He thought she had changed her mind and didn't want to make love after all. He was already thinking he'd have to go into the bathroom and finish himself off with his hand. But then....
"Oh Jesus!!" Mac Stark cried out when his wife's mouth engulfed his hard cock. "Oh Jesus... oh Jesus!!" he kept repeating as she began sucking.
The preacher's wife noticed Gail's eyes look her way while she was sucking her husband's cock. Although the large cock was in her mouth, Marge thought she saw the ends of her mouth curl up into a smile. Then, while her eyes were locked on the window, Mrs. Stark took her husband's cock from her mouth and licked it from the base to the tip.
"Oh Jesus!!" was all Mac could say. But when Gail stopped he said, "What got into you?"
"Are you mad?" his wife asked, afraid she stepped over the line.
"Are you crazy?! I've always wanted you to blow me."
"Really?! Then why didn't you ask?"
"I thought you'd be offended. Please Gail, suck my cock."
"Oh Mac, I love when you talk like that," Mrs. Stark said and then stuffed his cock back into her mouth.
The preacher's wife climaxed when she heard the last exchange. She had brought out the sexuality in these people just like Jack Strong brought hers to the surface. The two were enjoying lovemaking like never before and it was all her doing. Her husband may be the spiritual leader of their community, but she accepted the role of their sexual leader. Her fingers kept frigging her pussy while she watched and listened.
"Gail, that feels so good," Mr. Stark praised his wife. "Move your hair away from your face so I can see your... yeah, I see my cock in your mouth. Suck it honey... suck my cock. Oh god your mouth feels good. Mmmmmm... oh, mmmmm. Gail!! Gail, you have to stop! I'm gonna cum, honey. Gail!! STOP!! Oh noooo, I... I can't.... oh nooooo!!!!"
The preacher's wife had a clear view of Mrs. Stark's mouth working on her husband's cock. Her lips were locked around it and sliding up and down the shaft. Her sunken cheeks attested to the fact that the word "blow-job" wasn't correct. She wasn't blowing... she was sucking and licking. And her collapsed cheeks showed how hard she was sucking. That is until they puffed out as her husband filled her mouth with his hot cum.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry," Mr. Stark apologized when he returned to Earth from what he thought was surely Heaven. "I tried to warn you."
"Don't be silly," Gail said, smacking her lips, "your first blow-job was going to be done right. Anyway, I didn't mind. It's not bad," she said licking her lips. The preacher's wife caught her glancing towards the window.
"You're so wonderful," Mr. Stark exclaimed. "But honey, what about you? It'll take me a while to... you know, get hard again."
Gail glanced at the window again and then back to her husband. She held her breath for a moment and then said, "Will you do for me what I did for you?"
"Do what? You don't have a... oh shit, do you mean it?"
"Yes," she said so softly the preacher's wife hardly heard her response.
"Honey, I've always wanted to do that, but I thought you'd think I was a pervert."
"Well pervert," Gail said with a big smile on her face, "lick my pussy."
Gail laid down the length of the bed and spread her legs. Her husband climbed between them and stared at her pussy. He dove face first between her thighs, lapping away. While Mr. Stark was busy licking his wife's pussy for the first time (first time for him anyway since the preacher's wife was doing it regularly), Mrs. Stark was looking at the window and smiling at her female lover. But soon her eyes went to the ceiling as her husband's tongue performed its magic and then her eyes closed in ecstasy.
"Oh baby, lick my cunt," Gail called out, so uncharacteristically for her. "Lick it baby... eat me. Oh yeah, that's good... so good. My clit now, baby, lick my cl... aahhh... oohhhh. God it's... it's... oh baby, I'm cummingggggg!!!!"
The preacher's wife saw Mr. Stark lift his head and wipe his lips and chin with the back of his hand. Mrs. Stark's body was twitching like Marge had seen it so many times recently. When Gail had recovered, a big smile appeared on her face.
"Looks like you're ready," Gail said, pointing to her husband's hard-on. "Can we do it differently this time?" she said, almost seriously.
"What do you mean?"
"Can we try it doggy style?"
"Why not? I love you so much I'd fuck you upside down if you want."
"Maybe some other time," Gail said with a chuckle, "but now I want it from behind."
Mrs. Stark got onto her hands and knees making sure she was facing the window. Her husband got behind her and placed his hard cock at her wet entrance. When he pushed in, the preacher's wife saw the pleasure on Gail's face. And then her expression changed to lust as Mac rammed his cock in and out of her pussy. The preacher's wife saw Gail mouth the words "Thank you" and then stopped looking at the window.
The fuck lasted at least 20 minutes, with both crying out their love for each other and obscenities. They weren't cursing at each other... but rather adding to their pleasure by saying things like "Your cock is so big" and "Oh honey, I'm so deep this way. I love your pussy."
Finally, the two came, Mrs. Stark beating her husband by a few milliseconds. And while they were panting, still connected, the preacher's wife was shuddering from her own climax.
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