I walked into the church expecting to meet with the pastor. Instead his wife was waiting there. She smiled as I crossed the foyer.
"We appreciate you coming out on such short notice. My husband would have been here but he got called to the hospital unexpectedly."
I nodded and smiled. "No problem, no problem at all. I actually don�t live too far from here and it will give me an excuse to go home early. That is if the problem isn�t too bad."
"Oh my, I hope not. We need to use this room tomorrow for a wedding."
"Well, let�s see what the problem is."
She turned and started towards a door. I reached it a step behind her and reached past her to open it for her.
"Thank you," she said, smiling.
She was very pretty, probably in her mid-thirties. She was maybe just under five foot tall with long reddish-brown hair, big green eyes, and long manicured nails. Her skin was pale and her makeup was subtle but effective. She had on tight jeans and a short sleeve sweater. Her body was very trim and you could tell she worked out.
We stepped into the sound room and she pointed to the mixer board. "It comes on and everything but we�re not getting any sound. We checked all the plugs on the back and they�re all where they�re supposed to be."
I nodded and sat at the table where the equipment was. I popped a CD into the player and started it. I fiddled with the knobs and switches and checked the plugs on the back. Sure enough there was no sound. I spotted a set of headphones laying to the side and plugged them into the jack. The sound came blasting through them.
"Well," I said, "You have sound. But for some reason it�s not coming through the speakers."
I looked around and saw a bundle of cables running up the wall through a hole in the ceiling.
"Where do they go?" I asked.
She looked at me for a moment through narrowed eyelids. Suddenly they flew open. "They go across and down into a room behind the baptistry. There�s a big panel in that room with a bunch of plugs in it."
"Well, maybe we should look at that then. Would you show it to me?"
She walked back through the door and down the aisle of the sanctuary. I picked up my tool box followed her, admiring the sway of her bottom in those tight jeans. Her long hair was slightly curly and it bounced as she walked.
We went through a door and into what was obviously the choir room. She pointed to a door and pulled it open. It was dark inside and she batted her hand around through the air until she found the pull cord. The 60 watt bulb barely lit up the room. I was standing behind her holding the door and when the light came on I stepped forward.
She turned and said anxiously, "Don�t let go of the� door." Just as it shut.
"What? Why? What�s wrong?"
"She pointed. "There�s no inside door knob."
"Oh." Was all I could say.
We looked at each other a moment. Then she said angrily, "Why in the hell would anybody do anything that damn stupid?"
I stared at her, not believing what I was hearing.
She looked at me. "What?" she said.
"Just kind of surprised to hear you talk like that."
"Why? Do you think I�m supposed to be different just because I�m a preacher�s wife? Well let me tell you something. I�m a human being and have emotions and feelings too. Have you ever seen that bumpersticker, Christains Aren�t Perfect, Just Forgiven? Well, it�s true. I get sick of people expecting me to be something I�m not." She began to sob. "I want to live a normal life. Do something without worrying about what people will think of me. I want to have a drink of wine with dinner, wear a skimpy bikini at the beach, or flip off another driver when he cuts me off."
Tears were flowing down her cheeks now. I didn�t know what to do or what to say.
Her head hung down as sobs wracked her body.
She tilted her head up and looked at me through tear glistening eyes.
"Hold me," she whispered.
I held out my arms and she stepped into them. She wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed herself into me. I held her tight and felt her body tremble. After a few moments she tilted her head up to me.
"It�s not easy being a pastor�s wife. Especially being married to my husband. He�s so wrapped up in his work I sometimes wonder if he even knows I�m around. He�s gone so much, visiting this sick person, or doing a funeral, or having a meeting. I spend hours alone. Eat most of my meals alone. Hell, even when he�s home he�s reading or studying or on the phone. He never touches me except for a quick kiss as he leaves the house. It�s been six months since we had sex and that was because I forced him to on our anniversary!"
"I don�t know what to say," I whispered.
She pulled back from me. Looking me directly in the eye she said, "Say you'll fuck me. Now. Hard and sexy."
"But. I. Um. I shouldn�t� I can�t� it wouldn�t�"
She stepped close to me again and pressed her lips against mine. Her tongue snaked past my lips and into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in tight. We kissed. Passionately. Hungrily. Her body tight against mine.
I began to feel the stirrings of an erection. She must have felt it too because I heard her sigh as she pressed her pelvis against mine. We continued to kiss until I was very, very hard.
She stepped back and reached for my belt. She loosened it, unsnapped my jeans and tugged the zipper down. She pulled them down my legs along with my boxers. As my cock sprang free she knelt before me. She stroked my it with one hand as she fondled my balls with the other. I sighed as I shut my eyes and strained my hips forward slightly.
She kissed the tip and began to lick my hard shaft and before I knew it she had engulfed it in her mouth, sliding the length of is in to the base. She make long deep strokes taking my cock from base to tip each time. Her right hand at the base and her left playing with my balls. It was, without a doubt, the best blow job I had ever had. I was in Heaven, so to speak.
She continued lick, sucking, and slurping my cock into her mouth. Her hands stroking and playing with me. I placed my hands on her head as she sucked me. Soon I began to feel the pressure of an oncoming orgasm.
"I�m going to cum soon," I whispered.
She stopped long enough to say, "Give it to me. I want it all."
She began to suck again, speeding up her pace and within moments I was praying thick, hot jizz into her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, the rest dripping out of her mouth onto the front of her blouse. When I was spent she sat back on the floor and looked up at me and smiled.
"Well?" she said.
"Mmmmm, that was great."
"Yes it was. Now it�s my turn."
With that she stood up and began to undress. First she unbuttoned her blouse revealing a soft, lacy bra. She removed the shirt and dropped it to the floor. Her bra hooked in the front and she shrugged out of it letting her breasts free. They were neither too large or too small. They were slightly upturned and her nipples were puffy and dark pink.
Next she unsnapped and unzipped her own jeans and let them drop to the floor. She now stood in just a pair of thong panties which matched her bra. She hooked her long thumbnails under the waistband and tugged them down, bending over as she did so. She stood before me naked, her pussy completely shaved.
I hadn�t moved and she looked at me and raised her eyebrows.
"Well, are you going to just stand there with your pants around your ankles?"
I looked down, realizing how stupid I must look. I quickly undressed and looked back at her. She had laid down on a pile of old curtains which were on a short legged table of some sort.
"Eat me," was all she said as she spread her legs.
I knelt before her and spread her pussy wide open with my hands. I pushed my tongue deeply into her hairless slit and licked her wetness from bottom to top. I circled her clit with my tongue. I sucked on it and swirled my tongue around her inner lips. I licked her pussy, pushing my tongue as deeply as I could into her. I flicked it against her clitoris and ran it over her little puckered asshole.
She began to squirm and moan and I inserted a finger into her pussy and one into her ass. I finger fucked her as I sucked her clit. Her moans gave way to whimpers and finally to screams as an orgasm washed through her body. She pulled my head into her crotch and I moved my fingers in and out of her as fast as I could. I sucked her clit hard as she continued to squirm and make guttural, wild, animal sounds.
A second orgasm quickly followed the first and her body shook. She pulled my head in even tighter to her pussy and I began to chew on her clit. I pushed another finger into her pussy and she let out a yell.
"Oh god, oh yes! Oh, fuck me now!" she said as she released my head from her grasp.
I didn�t waste a moment and raised up and positioned myself over her. I pressed my hard cock against her wet opening and pushed in. She was wet and tight and I began to slam my dick into her.
She reached up and pulled me down to her and we began to kiss. Our tongues probed each other�s mouths. She ran her fingers through my hair and held me in close as I pistoned my cock in and out of her pussy.
I slammed my crotch against hers over and over again. Breaking our kiss I raised myself up and looked down at her. She looked directly at me and smiled. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes as I continued to fuck her. First fast strokes then slow, short ones.
She reached her hands up and began to rub her fingernails over my chest and through the hair. She traced them around my nipples. She ran them down my side and grabbed my ass. They dug in as my hard cock filled her wet pussy.
She let her hands trail back to my chest and she begin to play with my nipples, lightly rubbing them between her thumb and finger. I made long, deep strokes in her as she began to pinch my nipples with her long nails.
I felt my orgasm building and I lowered my head to her tits and began sucking her nipples.
She cried out, "Oh yes! I�m going to cum again. Fill me, fill me with your hot cum!"
With that my sperm shot out of my cock and flooded her pussy. She pulled me down and we kissed as an orgasm rocked her body, her pussy tightening around my cock.
Our kiss continued even as our orgasm subsided. She held me tight until my cock got soft and slipped out of her. I raised up off of her and stood up. She lay there, her eyes closed, legs spread. I watched as my sperm began to drip out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass. She was tightening and releasing her vaginal muscles causing my cum to push out of her.
I watched, mesmerized. She opened her eyes and smiled.
"Thank you," she said.
"Oh, my pleasure ma�am."
As we dressed I noticed one of the plugs on the panel wasn�t pushed all the way in. I reached over and pushed it and we could hear music fill the sanctuary from the CD that we had left on. I unplugged it again and said, "Well, there�s your problem."
She smiled, then quickly frowned.
"What�s wrong?" I asked.
"We�re still locked in this room."
I shrugged my shoulders and reached into my tool box. I pulled out a tool that looked kind of like an ice pick and inserted it into a hole in the latch cover. I pressed it in and pushed on the door. It swung open.
"You knew that all along didn�t you?" she asked.
"Yep."
"Why didn�t you say anything?"
"You didn�t ask and didn�t give me a chance to volunteer and information."
"No. I guess I didn�t. Probably a good thing too. If I had you would have opened the door and none of this would have happened."
"You�re probably right," I said.
I reached past her and pushed the plug back into it�s jack. Music filled the air and we quickly kissed. We turned out the light and walked back into the sanctuary. There was a man standing in the aisle looking up at the ceiling.
"Oh," she said. "My husband is here."
He looked at us as she spoke and smiled. He began to walk towards us.
"well, you must be the sound man. That�s why the music came on isn�t it? You must have fixed it just as I walked in. Was there something wrong in the back?"
I stepped over to the mixer and shut off the power. The music died.
The preacher�s wife said, "Yes. There�s several things wrong but he fixed a couple of them."
"Well, well. That�s great. Now the wedding will have music tomorrow."
He smiled at me. I smiled back. She winked at me. I continued to smile.
"Well, we appreciate it. What do we owe you?"
I shook my head. "Not a thing. It was just something that need to be plugged in."
"Well I�m really happy you could do this." He turned to his wife. "Aren�t you?"
"Oh yes," she said. "Very happy."
"Well, we know who to call now in case something like this happens again. We�ll have to write down your name and number."
He looked at his wife again. "Will you take care of that dear? Get the information from the man?"
"I certainly will. I certainly will."
"well," he said, "I must get back to work. A pastor�s life is very busy you know. Always somebody to see or somewhere to go."
"Yes, I�ve heard that," I said. And with that he was out the door.
She looked at me and said, "I bet something else will go wrong with this system before too long. Will you be available to fix it?"
I pulled out one of my business cards. Turning it over I wrote my home number on the back. I handed it to her, "Here, call me anytime. Anytime at all. I live alone so don�t worry about bothering anybody if it�s late."
She smiled and walked me to the door.
"I�ll call," she said, "Soon."
I hoped she would.
