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[reallybadpreacher]

Trudy

The impossible defect.

Religion is similar to a forrest.

At some point you stop walking into it, then you are walking out of it.

A reasonable person would continue with the journey navigating straight. Some, love the forrest and wonder endlessly in it for their own perceived safety.

I am Adrian.

As a man who privately rejects the notion of the existence of things supernatural, I can only see things, all things, as natural.

If I were an unreasonable person, I would say I am cursed. Of course I am not but my defect is I remember all, everything, every minor detail. Nothing escapes my recall. A touch, a smell, the faint breeze at the very moment I proposed marriage to Trudy. It is no gift but an impossible defect.

My earliest memory is a dark moment. Covered in blood, cold, beaten by a stranger as my mother cried and my father, he is watching on, standing in a doorway smiling. I remember and feel the pain then moments later, panic then sorrow.

Trudy, the only child to Pastor Joseph and Cynthia in a regional town just outside a major city. A very tight close knit community that was near the coast. While pastors daughters are often quite rebellious, Trudy was very grounded. She loved the ocean and longed to immerse herself in it, to be enveloped completely almost helplessly while at the same time vulnerable to the overwhelming power of it. Her parents would always host visiting pastors and their families because of their proximity to the big city nearby.

Because of this, Trudy had a vast network of friends from coast to coast. Fellow pastors kids who understood their beliefs and their lifestyle.

We married, unsurprisingly in her father’s church, surrounded by their congregation, friends and family.

Sadly, my mother had died several years earlier. As a small boy of 5, my father completely vanished, never seen again. I can not say I’m an only child like Trudy as this may betray my mothers memory. I was a twin but due to circumstances that can only be described as neglect by medical staff, he had died.

My bride had completed her doctorate of education while, just like her father, I had trained to be a Pastor. I had just completed a doctorate of theology as well as a doctorate of sociology. The future looked very bright for us both.

We both worked in her father’s church while navigated the difficult task of finding a place where we both could find employment in the same region.

Finally, after 6 months we were settled into a similar community 3 hours north. While it was further inland than we had hoped, it was close to perfect.

We had been given the task of reinvigorating a church congregation that had been running continually for over 130 years. In our first four years the congregation had grown from 65 to 190 locals. We both had made successful inroads into our community. We were networking with several local businesses with the help of Chantelle, a childhood friend of Trudy’s. Chantelle was one of the many pastors daughters that would visit Trudy’s home as an adolescent.

Trudy worked at a local private school while I ran programs both at church and in the community. We had an idyllic life. A new home, both careers moving ahead and now we had an opportunity to start our own family.

We took a much needed one week vacation to Hawaii before embarking on our next step of parenthood. On returning, we stayed for a weekend at Trudy’s parents home. It was while swimming in her favourite beach that a saw Trudy the happiest since graduation and our wedding day. It seemed that everything was falling into place. That memory I will hold as my dearest.

Because we were planning on starting our family we had booked in to see an obstetrician on the Monday. It was right there that our hopes and our dreams were killed.

Trudy had cervical cancer.

Terminal. Too late to do anything that would reverse her condition. Terminal was the diagnosis.

That was a little over three years ago.

Eleven months later, Trudy was gone. Devastated, I withdrew from work, from our community and life.

Our churches denomination arranged for me to have extended leave and later I was approved to do relief pastoral work for caretaking churches throughout the country.

I am one flawed human.

Three weeks after Trudy’s funeral, Chantelle invited me over to her house for coffee. Normally this would have surprised me because Chantelle’s marriage to Cam seemed rock solid and they’d be no way another man would be in their home without Cam being there. Under the circumstances I felt it was a way of us to continue to process our grief, together.

Once I had arrived, we hugged and we sat down to talk.

Adrian, you are really going to have to trust me. I have a letter for you that Trudy asked me to give to you. She made me promise to give it to you after 3 weeks. Adrian, you’re going to be shocked because the letter will reveal a side to Trudy that you have been unaware of. Her love for you was immense, please remember that. Chantelle handed me the letter as I sat on the lounge. She wrote:

‘My darling forever Adrian, I have had the privilege to watch you grow and learn, to experience the highest of joys a successes. I have also watched as you have been in despair over my illness. You’ve gone from the great hope of having a family to being alone. I want you to experience joy again. More than anything I want you to have the family you desire and deserve. I have something that you need to know and I only want you to get this information from me. As you are aware, growing up we hosted many families when I was growing up. As I grew from a child to an adolescent then a young woman, many times I would share a bedroom and a bed with pastors daughters. Many many times as we learned about our bodies, we would kiss, touch and explore. I don’t need to spell it out to you but as you can gather, this was a very frequent occurrence that happened with several (but not all) female visitors.

You need to know that you are a fantastic lover and never failed to meet my needs. I had various girls while in college and always thought I would stop once we were married. For a while, it did until we moved here and I reconnected with Chantelle. Being bi and heavily involved with church meant I dug deep to keep this hidden. I know by now, you are shocked and reread these lines several times. The simple fact is that I couldn’t deny myself who I am. I had to be who I am, a bi woman still madly in love with my husband.

Chantelle has a gift for you from me. Please my love, don’t reject this from her because she is giving you this gift out of her love for me and I’ve asked her to give it out of my love for you.

Find your dreams and flourish.

All my love, Trudy’.

Chantelle moves over and sat down next to me as I cried. With her arm around me, she too began to cry, my head falling onto her upper chest.

A few minutes later I composed myself and pondered some of the information. It was too overwhelming to absorb all at once. Through tearing eyes I asked her ‘so, what is the gift’?

Adrian, you need to trust me. Do you trust me?

Yes, of course, I said.

She pulled me to my feet, put her hands on my chest and ran her hands down my torso as she lowered herself to her knees.

Her hand now feeling my cock through the fabric. My head wanted to explode. Chantelle and Cam are our family friends. How could I betray Cam like this? Part of me wanted to scream STOP but her hands were working my cock that by now was becoming engorged. Her body, her looks and her face, everything about Chantelle was pure class. It had been months since I had come and her lips were so beautiful. Finally, I backed away, clumsily falling back on the lounge. What about Cameron? I can’t do this!

Chantelle’s response shocked me. Oh ! Ha, Cameron knows, he’s all for it. He wanted me to set up a cam so he could watch it later. I told him to go fuck himself. She pushed my body back into the lounge and straddled me. Adrian, trust me. My hands reached for her boobs. Something I’d secretly wanted to do since we met. As I grabbed them she whispered in my ear, that ain’t part of the deal. I quickly released them but glad that I had finally felt them.

She hopped off of me and led me back on my feet. Still hard, she knelt down before me and unbuckled my belt and pants, unzipped my fly and released my cock from my underwear. My God, she exclaimed, Trudy was right.......it is beautiful!

She held my cock and stroked several long slow strokes. I couldn’t look at her, it was too weird. As she kissed the side of my shaft, it felt strangely familiar. As I gazed at a photograph on the mantelpiece it dawned on me. This was Trudy loving me in the best way she knew. Too sick to contemplate giving me what I loved the most, she trained Chantelle to love her by blowing me. Chantelle was blowing me the exact same way Trudy had loved me. Trudy has a way of revolving her tongue around my cock as she moved her lips in and out while gently sucking. It was something uniquely Trudy.

I closed my eyes and let Trudy love me for the very last time. There was no variation in tempo, just a beautiful consistent love in motion. Her tongue continually swirling around the head of my cock and down the shaft. Never wanting this to end, I held out, not wanting to lose control. Trudy’s face in my imagination, memories of her naked body, the scent of her pussy, I could tell that soon I was going to erupt. Without opening my eyes I imagined embracing Trudy for the very last time as I shot a huge load of hot cum in Chantelle’s mouth. Every drop of me was absorbed into her body.

I fell back on the lounge as Chantelle snuggled up next to me, her head on my chest.

20 minutes later, still in the same position, I whispered, ‘we need to talk some more about all of this’. Ironically, I still have not had the opportunity as I left town before we could chat again. After my break, travelling I received my first posting, on the other side of the continent. The first posting of many before returning back home. So far, I have no idea the extent of Chantelle’s and Cam’s involvement in Trudy’s secret sex life.

So, onward I go, with little in the way of answers , dazed, confused and a whole lot of deep seething anger.

[reallybadpreacher]

The smoothness of your skin under my touch.

The sight of your pubic bone revealing your fleshy mound.

The smell of your fluids in anxious anticipation.

The sound of your soft longing moans.

The taste of your lips as your vaginal muscles widens..

Your devotion to me.

[reallybadpreacher]

Sweet memories

“Pressing through, feeling her virgin vaginal walls stretched by my shaft, I reached the end of my stroke, deep in her pussy, I had an overwhelming realisation, I felt ......home, like this woman, her whole being, this is where I’m meant to be. “

A new town, another church and a medium size congregation to lead as the congregations pastor and wife take a sabbatical. For several reasons, I couldn’t stay at the Pastors residence. While I’m fortunate to own several investment properties across the country, they’re all rentals and I like to live frugally.

Through a friend, I came into contact with Alison.

Alison lived on her own, independently. A 26 year old, previously was a foster child, given up at birth by her single mother after a faulty oxygen regulator filled her humidicrib with too much oxygen leaving her blind. Once she came of age, her compensation payout was available and she had set herself up financially to be independent. Being blind never held her back from most things. For work, she contracts to a company that produces audiobooks. She has a very unique and distinctive voice and reads out clearly her words via brail.

Alison owned outright a 3 bedroom home, no mortgage.

Our mutual friend, Vivian, suggested I stay with Alison, so we met and I moved in for the duration of my time at the church. Being totally independent, she didn’t need my help but I guess I was good company. While Alison was attractive, I never contemplated any sexual activity, that was until one day, I arrived home at 3pm. Now, this was earlier than usual and I called out my normal greeting as I came in, but I received no reply. I did hear a noise in the lounge room and I was surprised to see Alison wearing headphones while naked and pleasuring herself. I stopped, stared for a short time before heading back outside to walk down a few blocks to the neighbourhood Starbucks.

Like all of us, Alison is a sexual being and needed her desires filled. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to consider fucking her. I dont know why, I felt it would be wrong because of her handicap. Later that week, talking to Vivian, she scolded me because she felt I was considering myself superior because I didn’t have a disability and Alison wasn’t worthy. The more I thought of it, she was right. Around two weeks later, I woke in the dead of night to find Alison standing in my room. She was just standing, listening to my breathing as she touched herself through her night gown. She realised I had woken because my breathing pattern had changed. She apologised and told me she must have been sleep walking.

The next morning at breakfast I asked her about it and as she was giving me a bullshit excuse, I interrupted her and reassured her it was ok. I told her I found it hot and I actually rubbed one out when she left.

Really? She responded.

I said really.

You were thinking of me?

Yes, I said, does that surprise you?

Well, no one has ever told me that before. I’ve actually been coming in occasionally for a couple of weeks.

Alison? Have you ever been with someone? Anyone?

No, no one, ever.

I reached out and held her hand, would you like to touch me?

I’ve never seen a woman blush so red. It took her a moment to respond, she took a breath as she nodded and muttered ‘uh-ha’.

I stood next to her chair while she sat, she turned as I lifted my shirt I took her hand and placed it on my stomach. She moved her hand up to my chest then as she slowly brought her hand down, I released my belt and lowered my pants. Feeling with her palm and her fingers she then touched my navel then down to my pubic bone. When her wrist touched my cock she recoiled but I reassured her it was ok as I ran my fingers through her thick curly hair. She tentatively and gently place her hand over my cock as her palm touched the head and as her fingers ran down my growing length. Moving her hand up, she gripped me.

She whispered, I thought it would be harder, like my......

I interrupted. It will, don’t worry, just feel it and stroke it.

As she obeyed, my cock grew. By now she held me in both hands, stroking my shaft. I could tell her breathing had increased and just as I stroked her cheek I caught her licking her lips. I wondered if she wanted or even knew about giving oral.

What now?,she said.

You could kiss it, I replied

Or suck it, she said.

Wow, yeah, suck it.

Never having seen it done let alone doing it, I didn’t know what to expect but moments later she took my cock in her mouth.

At first, and understandably, she sucked too hard so a taught her to relax by taking hold of the head with my hands and gently moving my cock in and out of her mouth, just enough to show her but without the shock of going too deep into her. Once she understood she took her time by moving very slightly deeper with every push. I didn’t really understand how much she was enjoying this new experience until she began to moan. The more she continued the loader she became. Until at one point she released my cock from her mouth to ask that I hold her head again. Both her hands now gripping each of my ass cheeks and with my control of her head I pushed even deeper as I fucked her face. To my amazement her moaning hit a crescendo as she released herself from my grip and gasped for air then exhaled the loudest moan ever. She came without any clitoral stimulation, just the overwhelming excitement of having her mouth fucked for the very first time. Not being sure where to go from here for this fresh virgin, I let her blow my cock some more until she took a breath and begged my to fuck her, please fuck me please!

I helped to her feet as I led her to my room. Once there I removed her dress and her panties and bra. I just couldn’t keep my hands to myself as I wanted to grope everything at once. She laid on her back, parted her legs and began massaging her pussy. My fingers found there way from her breast to her wet juicy lips. Fingering deep and hard brought more deep moans as her face shows the pleasure.

She knows nothing of various positions so I mounted her where she lay, moving my hardness over her, I rubbed my cock over her dripping lips before taking my time parting those lips and entering her.

Pressing through, feeling her virgin vaginal walls stretched by my shaft, I reached the end of my stroke, deep in her pussy, I had an overwhelming realisation, I felt ......home, like this woman, her whole being, this is where I’m meant to be.

I’d never felt anything like it since the first time with Trudy.

As the fucking intensified I roller her over, pulled her ass in the air and fucker her doggy style as my hand gripped her throat. My thrusting pushed her off of he knees, she lay flat on her stomach as I continued to hammer into her pussy. Her vaginal walls gripped me so tight, I could hardly move as she came again. I pulled my cock out just as I sprayed her back with my hot load of cum.

We lay together for about an hour before I went off to completely duties while Alison prepared herself to leave to her workplace. Fiercely independent, she refused my offer to drive her there.

Later, that night, I wanted to discuss with her the possibility of a future to any possible relationship but she shut me down immediately. I stayed on for another month an fucked quite a few times before I left to head out to my next posting. Disappointed, I pretended that I’d be fine but I know it’ll take me a while to work through this one.

[reallybadpreacher]

Hitting a low right now. I’m never short of having sex and the endless opportunities.

I’d just love something meaningful, even for a moment.

[reallybadpreacher]

“Pressing through, feeling her virgin vaginal walls stretched by my shaft, I reached the end of my stroke, deep in her pussy, I had an overwhelming realisation, I felt ......home, like this woman, her whole being, this is where I’m meant to be. “

A new town, another church and a medium size congregation to lead as the congregations pastor and wife take a sabbatical. For several reasons, I couldn’t stay at the Pastors residence. While I’m fortunate to own several investment properties across the country, they’re all rentals and I like to live frugally.

Through a friend, I came into contact with Alison.

Alison lived on her own, independently. A 26 year old, previously was a foster child, given up at birth by her single mother after a faulty oxygen regulator filled her humidicrib with too much oxygen leaving her blind. Once she came of age, her compensation payout was available and she had set herself up financially to be independent. Being blind never held her back from most things. For work, she contracts to a company that produces audiobooks. She has a very unique and distinctive voice and reads out clearly her words via brail.

Alison owned outright a 3 bedroom home, no mortgage.

Our mutual friend, Vivian, suggested I stay with Alison, so we met and I moved in for the duration of my time at the church. Being totally independent, she didn’t need my help but I guess I was good company. While Alison was attractive, I never contemplated any sexual activity, that was until one day, I arrived home at 3pm. Now, this was earlier than usual and I called out my normal greeting as I came in, but I received no reply. I did hear a noise in the lounge room and I was surprised to see Alison wearing headphones while naked and pleasuring herself. I stopped, stared for a short time before heading back outside to walk down a few blocks to the neighbourhood Starbucks.

Like all of us, Alison is a sexual being and needed her desires filled. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to consider fucking her. I dont know why, I felt it would be wrong because of her handicap. Later that week, talking to Vivian, she scolded me because she felt I was considering myself superior because I didn’t have a disability and Alison wasn’t worthy. The more I thought of it, she was right. Around two weeks later, I woke in the dead of night to find Alison standing in my room. She was just standing, listening to my breathing as she touched herself through her night gown. She realised I had woken because my breathing pattern had changed. She apologised and told me she must have been sleep walking.

The next morning at breakfast I asked her about it and as she was giving me a bullshit excuse, I interrupted her and reassured her it was ok. I told her I found it hot and I actually rubbed one out when she left.

Really? She responded.

I said really.

You were thinking of me?

Yes, I said, does that surprise you?

Well, no one has ever told me that before. I’ve actually been coming in occasionally for a couple of weeks.

Alison? Have you ever been with someone? Anyone?

No, no one, ever.

I reached out and held her hand, would you like to touch me?

I’ve never seen a woman blush so red. It took her a moment to respond, she took a breath as she nodded and muttered ‘uh-ha’.

I stood next to her chair while she sat, she turned as I lifted my shirt I took her hand and placed it on my stomach. She moved her hand up to my chest then as she slowly brought her hand down, I released my belt and lowered my pants. Feeling with her palm and her fingers she then touched my navel then down to my pubic bone. When her wrist touched my cock she recoiled but I reassured her it was ok as I ran my fingers through her thick curly hair. She tentatively and gently place her hand over my cock as her palm touched the head and as her fingers ran down my growing length. Moving her hand up, she gripped me.

She whispered, I thought it would be harder, like my......

I interrupted. It will, don’t worry, just feel it and stroke it.

As she obeyed, my cock grew. By now she held me in both hands, stroking my shaft. I could tell her breathing had increased and just as I stroked her cheek I caught her licking her lips. I wondered if she wanted or even knew about giving oral.

What now?,she said.

You could kiss it, I replied

Or suck it, she said.

Wow, yeah, suck it.

Never having seen it done let alone doing it, I didn’t know what to expect but moments later she took my cock in her mouth.

At first, and understandably, she sucked too hard so a taught her to relax by taking hold of the head with my hands and gently moving my cock in and out of her mouth, just enough to show her but without the shock of going too deep into her. Once she understood she took her time by moving very slightly deeper with every push. I didn’t really understand how much she was enjoying this new experience until she began to moan. The more she continued the loader she became. Until at one point she released my cock from her mouth to ask that I hold her head again. Both her hands now gripping each of my ass cheeks and with my control of her head I pushed even deeper as I fucked her face. To my amazement her moaning hit a crescendo as she released herself from my grip and gasped for air then exhaled the loudest moan ever. She came without any clitoral stimulation, just the overwhelming excitement of having her mouth fucked for the very first time. Not being sure where to go from here for this fresh virgin, I let her blow my cock some more until she took a breath and begged my to fuck her, please fuck me please!

I helped to her feet as I led her to my room. Once there I removed her dress and her panties and bra. I just couldn’t keep my hands to myself as I wanted to grope everything at once. She laid on her back, parted her legs and began massaging her pussy. My fingers found there way from her breast to her wet juicy lips. Fingering deep and hard brought more deep moans as her face shows the pleasure.

She knows nothing of various positions so I mounted her where she lay, moving my hardness over her, I rubbed my cock over her dripping lips before taking my time parting those lips and entering her.

Pressing through, feeling her virgin vaginal walls stretched by my shaft, I reached the end of my stroke, deep in her pussy, I had an overwhelming realisation, I felt ......home, like this woman, her whole being, this is where I’m meant to be.

I’d never felt anything like it since the first time with Trudy.

As the fucking intensified I roller her over, pulled her ass in the air and fucker her doggy style as my hand gripped her throat. My thrusting pushed her off of he knees, she lay flat on her stomach as I continued to hammer into her pussy. Her vaginal walls gripped me so tight, I could hardly move as she came again. I pulled my cock out just as I sprayed her back with my hot load of cum.

We lay together for about an hour before I went off to completely duties while Alison prepared herself to leave to her workplace. Fiercely independent, she refused my offer to drive her there.

Later, that night, I wanted to discuss with her the possibility of a future to any possible relationship but she shut me down immediately. I stayed on for another month an fucked quite a few times before I left to head out to my next posting. Disappointed, I pretended that I’d be fine but I know it’ll take me a while to work through this one.

#oral #sex #doggy #roommates

[reallybadpreacher]

Still out of reasonable coverage.

Thank you to all of you ladies that have been continuing to send me your selfies via email. All very hot stuff.

I’ll be back soon to continue my blog and keep you up to date with my experiences.

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[reallybadpreacher]

Thank you for your emails.

I have been away and I have not been able to get data, so, I have not posted for a while. I will return to it. There are quite a lot of my experiences I’ve yet to tell.

It seems like I have a large number of people who “check in” and read my blog from the beginning and drop in to catch up but not follow. I’m ok with this. I don’t see a large number of followers as a badge of honour.

The reason I have realised this is because since posting my email address, I’ve had many emails to go through now that I have temporarily found wifi.

A lot of emails in support, some to get ahead and find out more of my story, some sharing their experiences but surprisingly many pics from woman who are sharing their bodies. Beautiful breasts and pussies. I even received a short video from one admirer (Thank you Jen) I love them all. I will climax to each one separately of the next few days.

I have sent my Kik to all those ladies who have sent the pics so we can chat when I’m able.

Stay safe, I look forward to more of your emails, pics and hot experiences.

[reallybadpreacher]

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The smoothness of your skin under my touch.

The sight of your pubic bone revealing your fleshy mound.

The smell of your fluids in anxious anticipation.

The sound of your soft longing moans.

The taste of your lips as your vaginal muscles widens..

Your devotion to me.

#trudy

[reallybadpreacher]

Chris and Jenny

“We moved up onto the bed where Jenny positioned her self on all fours, ready to be the spit roast. My hand gently massaged her smooth ass then my fingers rubbed her pussy slowly until my fingers penetrated, splitting her lips. Even with my fingers, I could feel how tight Jenny is. This was surprising since Chris had such a large cock. “

While overseas, after participating in an evangelical outreach, I had the opportunity to work with a couple, Chris and Jenny, who offered me their holiday unit in a beachside suburb. I stayed there for 2 weeks, hired a surfboard and explored the area. Chris and Jenny came up to stay during one of the weekends. We enjoyed a fantastic meal from a local restaurant and later, a few drinks in a bar.

Later that night, we were talking in the lounge room when Jenny brought up an issue that she thought may help their marriage.

Chris interjected and explained that since his rehabilitation from a brain injury after being involved in a motorbike accident, that he couldn’t maintain a full hard on. This had adversity hindered their relationship and their desire to have children.

Jenny explained that Chris could only get semi-hard. Then she sprung the question....Will you join us? That left me pondering, how would this work? I’d never been naked and fucking when another man was in the room.

If you could do Jenny while she looks after me, that would be a great help. We thought since you lived so far away, we’re unlikely to ever see you again and besides, we both genuinely like and trust you.

I gave it some thought for a brief while then I suggested that Jenny go into the bedroom to get ready. While Chris and I were alone, I spoke slowly and in a low quiet tone. I began to lull his sensors and hypnotise him. I had an idea that it just may do the trick.

When we had both entered the room, Jenny was completely naked. Like a good wife, Jenny’s main concern was Chris. She helped him get undressed as she kissed and nurtured him. Straight to her knees, she began to kiss and caress his cock. Now, I’m completely naked as she lifts Chris’s hefty cock and licks his balls then runs her tongue up his length. I stand with Chris as she grabs my growing cock and strokes it slowly as she sucks on his rather large knob. I could tell that Chris was going to get all the attention, which was perfect. After all, I was just the convenient meat. We moved up onto the bed where Jenny positioned her self on all fours, ready to be the spit roast. My hand gently massaged her smooth ass then my fingers rubbed her pussy slowly until my fingers penetrated, splitting her lips. Even with my fingers, I could feel how tight Jenny is. This was surprising since Chris had such a large cock. With my fingers flicking inside her like a scuba diver kicking his legs, I worked her pussy. I could feel her becoming wetter still, thick beautiful juice. She was now ready for my cock. Jenny never looked around, never acknowledged me. Chris, now semi-hard, she had as much cock in her mouth that she could handle. In her mind, it wasn’t me but Chris behind her. I rubbed my cock over her pussies lips, lubricating my shaft before pushing slowly into her. She was so tight, it would have been impossible for her not to feel every minor contour of my cock on the walls of her pussy. Inch by inch I pushed deeper into her until finally I was as deep as she could physically take me. I had to stick to the plan I had made but it felt so fucking good deep in her. I withdrew almost all the way then slammed hard into her. The jolt sending a ripple through her butt cheeks and body. Again and again I slammed into her until I looked up and caught Chris’s attention.

I raised my hand up as he High Fives me, then, everything moved up a gear.

Chris became ROCK HARD! As I continued to pound Jenny’s pussy he grabbed her hair and began to force his cock into her mouth. At first she objected, she released her mouth from around his cock but she soon realised, he was so very hard! She relinquished control over to Chris as he desperately fucked her mouth. It was a beautiful sight to see. With the High Five as a hypnotic trigger, my plan worked perfectly. I had successfully unblocked his brain to allow everything to be restored. When Chris, now more confident, told me to swap, I wasted no time. Jenny’s body now looked exhausted and defeated, her body face down on the bed, her head overhanging, Chris mounted behind her and positioned himself to pro-bone her. I waited until Chris began to stretch her tight pussy before I placed my cock within Jenny’s reach. The moan she exhaled was enormous as she grabbed my cock to guide it in her mouth.

Chris began to pound her so hard, I could see the years of frustration being released in every single thumping pound into her body. Jenny released her mouth from around my cock. I realise that her focus was on Chris and I had become less significant. Quietly I withdrew from the room to allow them to be alone. I poured the last remaining glass of wine out of the bottle and sat naked on the balcony and watched the ocean. The ocean barely drowned out their fucking. Long past my glass of wine had gone and they were still going.

I took a shower then headed to my room. Later, before I fell asleep I heard Jenny get in the shower, I’m guessing to wash off the gallons of cum Chris had been busting to release. I could hear her turn off the taps then almost immediately she knocked on my door, completely naked. I jumped up to open it but she beat me to it and stood in front of me, beautifully naked. I’m sorry for neglecting you she whispered. I understood, I sympathetically replied, no problem. Of course it is no problem, you’re too nice. I need to repay you, whatever you said to Chris, well, it worked. As I lay on the bed, she loosened my pants and reached in excitingly to retrieve my cock. It didn’t take long for it to be hard again. I just layed back and enjoyed the beauty of her mouth and tongue working on my cock. She slowly builds up the intensity until finally, I’m ready to blow. Just when she massaged my balls I began to explode all over her forehead and hair. I too had a huge load that needed releasing. There was so much, Jenny needed to shower again.

After breakfast and a lot of laughter, we said our goodbyes, possibly, never to meet again.

#swingers #swinging #swing #churchlife #church #evangelical #spitroast #oral #probone

[reallybadpreacher]

Isolation C19 (thoughts on the congregation)

After now spending years on the church circuit, I’ve come to understand many things. There are those that are ambivalent, those who are dedicated and a few that are adults and promiscuous.

Adult promiscuity is easy to understand. Many members grow up through the church and have developed relationships with a wide range of friends and become married and socialise on a weekly basis. The volume of affairs that happens within churches would astound many. Mostly, parishioners in their 30’s and 40’s but still a few going into their late 60’s.

Men who have had vasectomies are in the highest demand. Easy to see why the widest group is the 30-40’s. The women in high demand are the divorcée then the widows. A freshly divorced woman usually wants heavy action and will be targeted by men of all ages, however, the woman will target mostly men in their 30’s before choosing the 40-50 year olds.

By far the most targeted by woman is a visitor, either a man passing through the area for their work of a visiting preacher. These one time visitors are targeted by all groups of woman. Married women , divorced women and widows. It’s the married woman’s chance to have a one off sexual experience that won’t compromise their standing in the church and their marriage. It’s also an opportunity for them to have a sexual experience free from judgement of their husbands. They can explore their fetish without possible embarrassment.

Personally, (as an experienced congregational fornicator) I have found that the wives are the best for that reason. They’re open to being totally submissive. They’re more willing to allow/experiment with anal penetration. I’ve had several occasions when I’ve experienced a prostrate massage while receiving oral. These are things that they would never contemplate with their partners due to the possibility of being judged and rejected. They let themselves be given over to their fantasies.

Just some insight I have observed in my years of ministry.

#church #churchlife #promiscuity #prostrate #anal #cheating #wife #covid19 #coronavirus #evangelical

[reallybadpreacher]

Juliet

“Poor bastards from all walks of life who would find themselves paying her up to $5,000 at a time for her not to press charges or tell their wives, employers or church. While having anal, she would break them out of their hypnosis and scream at them “why are you doing this to me!”

As the months flew by and I transversed the country caretaking churches, I’d increased the secret affairs of many church wives. I’m no ‘looker’ and I’m not a manipulator, I just see the cues and exploit the potential before me. So many wives are hungry for adventure and hey, I get hard, stay hard and I’m available.

What was concerning me at that time was my growing anger and how it manifested while having sex. Don’t get me wrong, no wife complained but I was getting wary of where it was heading.

Unable to seek advice within the church, I sought out someone to discuss all of this.

Unexpectedly, it was at this time I met Juliet. Now let me be clear. Juliet took her brand of wickedness to an Olympic level. She was hardcore and a sociopath. I had came into contact with Juliet when I had dropped in to see her father who st the time was ill. She had previously been a member of the church but left out of apathy.

She had travelled the country as well and I knew many of the areas she had lived. After my visit, she asked me out for lunch and our relationship started there.

As I have mentioned earlier, I have Hyperthymesia, a high level of memory. In many ways, it is a curse, particularly with my vivid memories of Trudy, my late wife. I have a unique way of accessing my memory, like a bridge to its location in my mind, my subconscious that very few people have access to.

During our lunch I felt a very deep connection with Juliet but toward the time we were leaving a felt alarm bells ringing as if she had gained access to my subconscious. It was then that I realised just how dangerous she was. She had started to hypnotise me. This realisation sent shivers down my spine.

A hypnotised person can not do something they’re not willing to do and because I have that unique access to my subconscious I could fight her off. While she was talking, I interrupted her, put my hand on hers and looked her in the eye.

Stop doing that! Doing what? she retorted. You know, you’re hypnotising me.

Her shocked face said it all. What’s going on with you? I enquired. You’re obviously quite intelligent but you don’t work, you’re highly independent and don’t need a man to provide for you and you’re attractive yet you’re here with me for lunch.

Over the next few weeks I had those answers and the right person to talk through my issues.

Juliet had everything going for her. She was aware of her own condition and was educated and at one time married. Both she and her husband were sexually adventurous and had nothing left to experience. Unfortunately, he was killed in an incident at an airport. After a thorough investigation it was determined that the Airport was a fault and subsequently Juliet received a hefty payout. She was set up for life, had two homes and travelled extensively. Unwilling to reconnect with another partner but having a high sex drive meant she was vulnerable to men who would fuck her over.

I felt like we were kindred spirits.

She took time to learn professionally how to hypnotise and used that with devastating results. To control her partners she would hypnotise them and then was able to control her surroundings. This became too boring for her so she extended herself for more and more dangerous activities. Juliet loved anal and begun to entice married men into her trap so she could blackmail them. Poor bastards from all walks of life who would find themselves paying her up to $5,000 at a time for her not to press charges or tell their wives, employers or church. While having anal, she would break them out of their hypnosis and scream at them “why are you doing this to me!”

Afraid and horrified, they would retreat and pay whatever they could to keep things quiet.

I shared with her my experience and helped me through quite a lot. She taught me how to self hypnotise and help me out of my anger over Trudy and her secret affair with Chantelle. She also gave me insight into hypnotising others.

We spent many weeks together and slept together several times.

At the time I was packing up to go to the next destination we met to say goodbye. It was only then I realised that she had got into my head when she revealed that I paid for every meal we had shared. Ha ha, THAT BITCH.

We still chat on a regular basis and occasionally fuck over the phone.

#hypnosis #blackmail

[reallybadpreacher]

Mandy

“I lifted her dress again, knelt behind her and rimmed her, she took filthy delight as she helped by spreading her cheek wider with her hand. I stood to my feet and as I pushed my cocks head into her pussy.”

Mandy was unique in many ways but mostly because of her height, 6’1”.

I had been sent to a region where the churches pastor had gone to Indonesia to do missionary work. Because it would be for 4 months, the pastor and his wife offered me their home to caretaker along with their congregation. Their home was out of town, secluded and at the end of a long road. Perched upon the edge of a cliff, it held magnificent views and was well away from prying eyes.

It wasn’t a mansion by any means but a humble home with a wonderful outlook.

I spent a bit of time getting to know the personalities in the congregation, I became invested and maintained the programs as well as offered counselling.

Mandy never came to me for counselling but I had spent some time with her everyday. She ran a small preschool attached to the church. We would both have our lunch break mid afternoon to coincide with the children’s nap time. Like many wives I had encountered, Mandy became flirtatious after getting to know me. I enjoyed the attention but aside from my experience at the camp from my mystery guest, I had never acted upon any impulse. Mandy made that impossible.

She was a faithful dedicated wife who loved her husband and was excited about their future together. One Friday lunchtime, after laughing at some of the clumsy things we had separately experienced sexually in our youth, she looked at me intently and said, Adrian, I believe I’ve never been fucked. I looked surprised as she continued. What I mean is, I’ve never been properly truely fucked. Sure I’ve had sex and tenderness but never a good, down to earth decent fucking. You know? I’ve never been hard, mean and helplessly fucked. At those words a was as hard as a rock.

While she was tall, she was still quite attractive and yes, I wanted to fuck her there and then, over and over again. I was ready to move on from my late wife Trudy. No one would replace her but I needed to get loose.

Her husband Glenn, was loving and tender and would never do anything other than be gentle.

Glenn was organising a Men’s Camp a couple of hours out of town. The camp was for a months time and he needed to head out there to make further arrangements. Because he finished his work earlier than Mandy, Glenn went on his own, stay the night at the camp, do the groundwork in organising before heading home on the Saturday night.

From my office window I could see the last child getting picked up by their parent. I looked up Mandy’s number and sent her a text. “Could I cook you dinner?”

I waited an eternity to get her reply. A simple ‘yes please’ finally came back.

Great. Come up to the house, (8pm?)

Yes, 8pm.

I raced to the supermarket, bought some food the headed home and prepared a stew.

I had not started cooking when just after 7 I heard a knock at the door! Fuck, fuck.

I didn’t want any visitors to fuck up my plans. Fuck!

I raced to the door and was ready to get rid of whoever it was. I was shocked to see Mandy, early!

After urging her to come in I offered to take the coat.

As she slid her coat off of her shoulders I just knew I had to pounce. With the coat off, behind her, I reached my hand up to cover her mouth as my other hand wrapped dramatically around her waist.

Still at the front door, I thrusted my groin into her butt and lifted her feet off the floor. Moving my body I twisted around and forced her to the floor. I released my hand from her mouth. Don’t even think about resisting, I growled as I rolled her face down, pressed her down on her back bone as I lifted her dress exposing her g-stringed ass. As I stood I placed my bare foot on her back as I loosened my belt. Freeing myself from my pants, I asked ‘who is my whore tonight?’ With no reply, I slapped her ass cheeks hard. While she panted a reply, I straddled her legs, my fingers and thumb exploring her crotch, pushing her g-string aside my fingers, now drenched in her excitement, slid deep within her.

Say it again.... say ‘Mandy is your whore tonight!’ As she complied I circled her anus with my wet finger. I felt her clench her cheeks. Are you my whore? Yes, yes! As I circled her anus again before thrusting my finger deep in her pussy. It was likely the most pleasurable finger fucking she had ever had. I rubbed her pussies juice over my cock then went to entered her prone style. My inner thighs clamping her legs together, I moved my body over her as she willingly raised her hips up to greet my cock with her hungry pussy. She was so wet yet tight. I pushed in hard then repeatedly thrusted my cock harder and harder into her. My hands now on her shoulders as I force my cock as deep as I can. Frantically I pumped my cock into her pussy. OH FUCK, I need this, I’ve needed this for so long, she cried.

As I slapped her ass again, I could actually feel the waves of her pussy spasms, waves of sensuality gripping my cock. She let out a huge moan as she pleaded with me to fuck her harder, I reached around her neck with my hand and squeezed so no air could reach her lungs and in that moment, she orgasmed, shudding so violently I thought I’d lost her. Assured that Mandy was fine, I climbed off her and helped her up, we walked to the lounge where I bent her over the armrest of the lounge. I lifted her dress again, knelt behind her and rimmed her, she took filthy delight as she helped by spreading her cheek wider with her hand. I stood to my feet and as I pushed my cocks head into her pussy. She was so wet, I pulled out then I teased her anus with my cock, moving, circulating then pressing to see if she had any objections. True to her desire to be my whore, she never complained but I denied her that pleasure as I sunk my cock deep in her pussy again. I fucked her like she was a doll, relentlessly pounding into her. I didn’t hold anything back as punished her hole. Punishment for being a whore, punishment for cheating on Glenn, punishment for submitting to me. I felt like I had a growing anger and as the anger grew, so was the beginning my build up toward orgasm.

I wanted to see her face as I came, I told her to get on the floor but as she sat down she grabbed my cock while I was standing and said it want to taste you, I want to taste me on you, I want to taste....us.

Wow, that was fucking hot.

Up on her knees she took all of my length down her throat as she looked up at me. I tell you, with her beautiful eyes I nearly lost my load there and then.

Memories of Trudy, Chantelle and the slut at the camp flooded my thoughts. Mandy wanted to be helplessly fucked so fucking her skull was happening. I pulled her hair so every sensation of her scalp was activated, then fucking went to town on her mouth.

Mandy fingered herself to a majestic orgasm as I took control of her. Sensing my mounting climax, she fell back to the floor, raised her knees to her chest and pleaded for me to fill her pussy.

With one hand on her breast, squeezing through her clothing, the other hand balancing my weight on the floor I separated her cunt lips as I mounted Mandy and pounded her hard. The intensity grew as the orgasm overpowered me. The intensity of my orgasm washed over my body as my perfect rhythm turned into inconsistent thrusts. I fell onto her, spent, exhausted. I rolled off her and lay with her, her head now on my chest. I stroked her hair as she sobbed with happiness. Happy that finally, after all these years she’d finally been overwhelmed and thoroughly fucked.

Later, after dinner, we sat and drank a little. We talk briefly about what had happened. The whole experience was a revelation to her. She told me that for that brief moment she thought her ass was going to get fucked and that would have been another first for her. She was totally surprised when I confessed that it would have been a first for me too. While I’d love to say that I hope she finally experienced this with her husband, several months later I was in the area and we relived our experience with the addition of, well, you guessed it, anal for the first time for both of us.

#rough #sex #cheat #cheater #mandy

[reallybadpreacher]

Too dark

“While I lay in the bath, she knelt down, placed her hand on my chest, feeling every breath of my lungs before her hand lowered down to my stomach then onto my balls. Tenderly rolling them around in her fingers followed by gripping my freshly hard cock. “

One year, three weeks and seventeen days after Trudys funeral, my life took a new direction. I found that some women in the many churches I passed through were very flirty. The pain of losing Trudy still seared my emotions. I may have subconsciously blocked they’re flirtations and figured they were just having a little fun.

I had been building a good reputation in my relief work across the country when the opportunity came to assist in a married couples camp over a long weekend. The camp was inspired by other successful weekend retreats to build stronger marriages within the church. Although it was summer, the bookings we very high.

My role was to coordinate the basic arrangements and to ensure the provisions were adequate and available whenever the guests were in need. Also, counselling couples if needed.

We were on a property far away from the nearest city, so far the city lights failed to obscure the billions of start in the sky at night. Cabins were spread all over the property for couples to be private. There was a main building that was a central meeting area and further out at the edge of the property a cabin for me to stay, away from the rest of the group.

While it was a restful place, I was kept busy from dawn until late evening. I didn’t mind, it took my mind off all the unanswered questions I have.

Late in the afternoon we lost the only power supply to the camp. Two of the husbands and myself diagnosed that the generators gearbox had failed, metal fragments from a twisted pinion rendering the generator useless. We were heading into Sunday night, it was hot and humid, no lights, no air conditioning and no power to cook food.

Both the men and women pulled together early in the evening to set up a fire and cook up the remaining food. We ate, we cleaned up, talked, laughed and eventually headed to our cabins for our last night there.

It was hot, very hot. The only light in the sky were the stars and a dim crescent moon. Although I was tired, I couldn’t sleep. I opened up the windows and the large sliding door. The cabin had one room, a kitchenette, a bed and fortunately a bath so after laying uncomfortably in the bed for an hour, I ran a bath and lay in the cool water.

It wasn’t long before I heard footsteps heading toward my cabin. I was the furthest from the camp and more isolated than everyone else. Surprised, as the footsteps arrived at the fly screen door I called out, hello? Too dim to see who it was, the person confidently walk in, closed the fly screen door and whispered ....shhhh. I had no idea who it was but from the aroma and the tender way I was calmed me with a ‘shush’ I knew it was a woman. She walked up to me, kissed my forehead, then as I asked who it was, she put one finger on my lips and softly said shhhh.

Was I dreaming? This woman was so very tender. I had no idea who she was but I wanted her to stay. I thought, if only this bath we bigger, she could join me. For the first time in a long time, I wanted to be with someone.

She walked over to the kitchenette and brought a chair back to the bath, placed it beside the bath, facing me. She touched my forehead, my cheek and my lips. She leaned it and kissed my lips, so tenderly that any apprehension I held escaped me right there.

I didn’t want to know who she was or what she looked like. Somehow, she knew what I needed and I was not about to stop her. Not knowing what to expect next, she stood up from her chair, it was too dark to see, I could just make out her silhouette. Out of her pocket she pulled a joint, lit it, drew in a breath of jane and passed it to me. Unpredictability, instantly I accepted and took a drag then we shared until finished. I’ve no idea how but that shit stripped away any defence I could have raised to put an end to the night, but it did.

While I lay in the bath, she knelt down, placed her hand on my chest, feeling every breath of my lungs before her hand lowered down to my stomach then onto my balls. Tenderly rolling them around in her fingers followed by gripping my freshly hard cock. Her strokes were slow and meaningful, at the top of each stroke her thumb would pass over my tip. I reach my hand to touch her through her clothing. At first she resisted, I need to do this she whispered. I just need to do this. She seemed to lack any inhibition. Through her top I could feel how soft her breast was, natural and soft. Her nipples already hard, I gripped her breast hard enough for her to know I wanted her to be totally aroused, massaging and evoking a deep passion within her. With her beautiful strokes, I realised that I’d gone from wanting this night to be over to now hoping it would last forever.

She kissed me again, deeply, then whispered ‘let’s swap’!

I stood up from the bath as she stepped in, fully clothed. Before lowering herself down she kissed me on the cheek and then whispered ‘Adrian, fuck my face!’

Overwhelmed, my cock was so hard it ached. It felt like the skin was stretched so tight I felt pain.

She lowered herself into the bath until her head was under water then bounced straight up to take my cock in her mouth. Sitting up in the bath, her mouth at the perfect height. I had a feeling of power over her. She started slow with every minute it seemed she was getting deeper and deeper. A million thoughts running through my mind when suddenly I had an epiphany. This wasn’t a gift, this was something she needed. A need to fulfil the submissive slut trapped within her. Unable to be brave enough to get satisfaction at home she picks me, someone she’ll never see again. But her need gives way to what I want, the fuck toy to release the anger within me, my hatred for the situation I am in, the cum held within me is a poison I need to be released from. I took ahold of her hair tight and thrusted my cock deep in her mouth so hard she exhaled with a moan. The vibration of her voice box felt on my cock. It felt so empowering and satisfying, I trusted again even harder, finally I had found my want, my lustful selfish desire, to scull fuck this cheating whore until I was free of this poison. Hammering into her mouth it had escaped me to consider how she could breath. Pushing against my grip she released her mouth to gasp some air but in true whore fashion, she quickly clamped her mouth over my cock, taking it deep yet again. The power I held over this woman grew as I held each side of her head a fucked her mouth furiously until the poison within me engulfed my entire body as my cock spewed it’s cum deep in her throat. Like a steam hammer pounding into flesh my cock pumped every drop. She wouldn’t let go so quickly, she held on until I was dry and the tip of my cock too sensitive to touch. She collapsed back into the bath tub as I stumbled to the bed, exhausted.

I looked over toward her, too dark to see I heard the noise of the water as her fingers were fucking herself. Within 30 seconds she came with loud moans. Her fantasy complete, she lay next to me until at some point during the night, she left to return to be with her husband. I still have no idea who she was but she forever altered my direction in life and the endless possibilities in opportunities within each church.

#scullfuck #cabin #evangelical #church #churchlife

[reallybadpreacher]

Setting the record straight.

As I relief pastor I get to float in and out of peoples lives, alone, always on the move. I’m the kind of man you would pass on the street and not notice, I guess I am kind of bland. I’m not memorable for my outward appearance. I’m not overweight but I’m not buff either. I’m not short but, I guess, average in height. Even under all my clothes, naked, I am not a stand out in my dimensions. I’m not hung, thick or cut but I’m not insufficient, I’m just average. The first time anyone has remarked on my cock was Chantelle when she said it was beautiful.

In this blog, as I describe things, they are not exaggerated for dramatic effects but accurate accounts of my experiences. I don’t see the point of embellishing my experiences.

That’s why I’m telling you now how uninspiring and unexceptional my cock is. I’m not ashamed of it, either. Just like my life, it is what it is.

[reallybadpreacher]

Trudy

The impossible defect.

Religion is similar to a forrest.

At some point you stop walking into it, then you are walking out of it.

A reasonable person would continue with the journey navigating straight. Some, love the forrest and wonder endlessly in it for their own perceived safety.

I am Adrian.

As a man who privately rejects the notion of the existence of things supernatural, I can only see things, all things, as natural.

If I were an unreasonable person, I would say I am cursed. Of course I am not but my defect is I remember all, everything, every minor detail. Nothing escapes my recall. A touch, a smell, the faint breeze at the very moment I proposed marriage to Trudy. It is no gift but an impossible defect.

My earliest memory is a dark moment. Covered in blood, cold, beaten by a stranger as my mother cried and my father, he is watching on, standing in a doorway smiling. I remember and feel the pain then moments later, panic then sorrow.

Trudy, the only child to Pastor Joseph and Cynthia in a regional town just outside a major city. A very tight close knit community that was near the coast. While pastors daughters are often quite rebellious, Trudy was very grounded. She loved the ocean and longed to immerse herself in it, to be enveloped completely almost helplessly while at the same time vulnerable to the overwhelming power of it. Her parents would always host visiting pastors and their families because of their proximity to the big city nearby.

Because of this, Trudy had a vast network of friends from coast to coast. Fellow pastors kids who understood their beliefs and their lifestyle.

We married, unsurprisingly in her father’s church, surrounded by their congregation, friends and family.

Sadly, my mother had died several years earlier. As a small boy of 5, my father completely vanished, never seen again. I can not say I’m an only child like Trudy as this may betray my mothers memory. I was a twin but due to circumstances that can only be described as neglect by medical staff, he had died.

My bride had completed her doctorate of education while, just like her father, I had trained to be a Pastor. I had just completed a doctorate of theology as well as a doctorate of sociology. The future looked very bright for us both.

We both worked in her father’s church while navigated the difficult task of finding a place where we both could find employment in the same region.

Finally, after 6 months we were settled into a similar community 3 hours north. While it was further inland than we had hoped, it was close to perfect.

We had been given the task of reinvigorating a church congregation that had been running continually for over 130 years. In our first four years the congregation had grown from 65 to 190 locals. We both had made successful inroads into our community. We were networking with several local businesses with the help of Chantelle, a childhood friend of Trudy’s. Chantelle was one of the many pastors daughters that would visit Trudy’s home as an adolescent.

Trudy worked at a local private school while I ran programs both at church and in the community. We had an idyllic life. A new home, both careers moving ahead and now we had an opportunity to start our own family.

We took a much needed one week vacation to Hawaii before embarking on our next step of parenthood. On returning, we stayed for a weekend at Trudy’s parents home. It was while swimming in her favourite beach that a saw Trudy the happiest since graduation and our wedding day. It seemed that everything was falling into place. That memory I will hold as my dearest.

Because we were planning on starting our family we had booked in to see an obstetrician on the Monday. It was right there that our hopes and our dreams were killed.

Trudy had cervical cancer.

Terminal. Too late to do anything that would reverse her condition. Terminal was the diagnosis.

That was a little over three years ago.

Eleven months later, Trudy was gone. Devastated, I withdrew from work, from our community and life.

Our churches denomination arranged for me to have extended leave and later I was approved to do relief pastoral work for caretaking churches throughout the country.

I am one flawed human.

Three weeks after Trudy’s funeral, Chantelle invited me over to her house for coffee. Normally this would have surprised me because Chantelle’s marriage to Cam seemed rock solid and they’d be no way another man would be in their home without Cam being there. Under the circumstances I felt it was a way of us to continue to process our grief, together.

Once I had arrived, we hugged and we sat down to talk.

Adrian, you are really going to have to trust me. I have a letter for you that Trudy asked me to give to you. She made me promise to give it to you after 3 weeks. Adrian, you’re going to be shocked because the letter will reveal a side to Trudy that you have been unaware of. Her love for you was immense, please remember that. Chantelle handed me the letter as I sat on the lounge. She wrote:

‘My darling forever Adrian, I have had the privilege to watch you grow and learn, to experience the highest of joys a successes. I have also watched as you have been in despair over my illness. You’ve gone from the great hope of having a family to being alone. I want you to experience joy again. More than anything I want you to have the family you desire and deserve. I have something that you need to know and I only want you to get this information from me. As you are aware, growing up we hosted many families when I was growing up. As I grew from a child to an adolescent then a young woman, many times I would share a bedroom and a bed with pastors daughters. Many many times as we learned about our bodies, we would kiss, touch and explore. I don’t need to spell it out to you but as you can gather, this was a very frequent occurrence that happened with several (but not all) female visitors.

You need to know that you are a fantastic lover and never failed to meet my needs. I had various girls while in college and always thought I would stop once we were married. For a while, it did until we moved here and I reconnected with Chantelle. Being bi and heavily involved with church meant I dug deep to keep this hidden. I know by now, you are shocked and reread these lines several times. The simple fact is that I couldn’t deny myself who I am. I had to be who I am, a bi woman still madly in love with my husband.

Chantelle has a gift for you from me. Please my love, don’t reject this from her because she is giving you this gift out of her love for me and I’ve asked her to give it out of my love for you.

Find your dreams and flourish.

All my love, Trudy’.

Chantelle moves over and sat down next to me as I cried. With her arm around me, she too began to cry, my head falling onto her upper chest.

A few minutes later I composed myself and pondered some of the information. It was too overwhelming to absorb all at once. Through tearing eyes I asked her ‘so, what is the gift’?

Adrian, you need to trust me. Do you trust me?

Yes, of course, I said.

She pulled me to my feet, put her hands on my chest and ran her hands down my torso as she lowered herself to her knees.

Her hand now feeling my cock through the fabric. My head wanted to explode. Chantelle and Cam are our family friends. How could I betray Cam like this? Part of me wanted to scream STOP but her hands were working my cock that by now was becoming engorged. Her body, her looks and her face, everything about Chantelle was pure class. It had been months since I had come and her lips were so beautiful. Finally, I backed away, clumsily falling back on the lounge. What about Cameron? I can’t do this!

Chantelle’s response shocked me. Oh ! Ha, Cameron knows, he’s all for it. He wanted me to set up a cam so he could watch it later. I told him to go fuck himself. She pushed my body back into the lounge and straddled me. Adrian, trust me. My hands reached for her boobs. Something I’d secretly wanted to do since we met. As I grabbed them she whispered in my ear, that ain’t part of the deal. I quickly released them but glad that I had finally felt them.

She hopped off of me and led me back on my feet. Still hard, she knelt down before me and unbuckled my belt and pants, unzipped my fly and released my cock from my underwear. My God, she exclaimed, Trudy was right.......it is beautiful!

She held my cock and stroked several long slow strokes. I couldn’t look at her, it was too weird. As she kissed the side of my shaft, it felt strangely familiar. As I gazed at a photograph on the mantelpiece it dawned on me. This was Trudy loving me in the best way she knew. Too sick to contemplate giving me what I loved the most, she trained Chantelle to love her by blowing me. Chantelle was blowing me the exact same way Trudy had loved me. Trudy has a way of revolving her tongue around my cock as she moved her lips in and out while gently sucking. It was something uniquely Trudy.

I closed my eyes and let Trudy love me for the very last time. There was no variation in tempo, just a beautiful consistent love in motion. Her tongue continually swirling around the head of my cock and down the shaft. Never wanting this to end, I held out, not wanting to lose control. Trudy’s face in my imagination, memories of her naked body, the scent of her pussy, I could tell that soon I was going to erupt. Without opening my eyes I imagined embracing Trudy for the very last time as I shot a huge load of hot cum in Chantelle’s mouth. Every drop of me was absorbed into her body.

I fell back on the lounge as Chantelle snuggled up next to me, her head on my chest.

20 minutes later, still in the same position, I whispered, ‘we need to talk some more about all of this’. Ironically, I still have not had the opportunity as I left town before we could chat again. After my break, travelling I received my first posting, on the other side of the continent. The first posting of many before returning back home. So far, I have no idea the extent of Chantelle’s and Cam’s involvement in Trudy’s secret sex life.

So, onward I go, with little in the way of answers , dazed, confused and a whole lot of deep seething anger.

#wife #cheatingwife #bi #bisexual #erotic #erotica #truestory #evangelical #churchlife #church