The Preacher's Wife Part 4 - Sex Stories

The Preacher's Wife Part 4

More twists than a plate of spaghetti! Things go insane and for me to be telling you about what these women do to me is both humiliating and thrilling!! The nymphos are definitely out in the full moon of this week!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My cell phone buzzed for the third time as I sat in the planning meeting at work. I decided I had better check it out in case there was an emergency in the f****y. Very discretely I pulled out my phone and saw that it was a message from Julie and my heart hit the floor. Immediately I knew that someone had to have seen something and now we were all in shit creek and I almost swore out loud as I clicked on the attachment expecting to see a scarlet &#034A&#034 painted on her car or something. What I saw when I next glanced down stunned me even more! Julie was standing in her bedroom in some kinky high heeled black boots, a black pair of panties, a red trimmed black bustier and a full length black leather trench coat. She held her riding crop in her hand. Lying on the bed with just enough of her showing to reveal the woman was completely naked and spread legged, was a petite darker skinned woman. Both women wore glittery carnival masks. The second text simply said, “Lunch?” The third said, “We will go ahead and eat without you if we do not hear back from you soon!” I did my best to make certain no one was paying attention to me and I typed back, “Ok. Noon works.” Surveying the room I felt fairly confident that no one had noticed and I ...

... tried to concentrate on the next 45 minutes. Finally, the meeting concluded and I had time to run down the hall before I had to dash out. I was just pulling out my phone to check if there were any other messages and to sneak another peek at the picture when my boss stepped up beside me and tapped my arm. I about jumped out of my skin as I turned and looked at her. Sherry smiled and said, “Are you okay? I looked over when they were talking about capacity and your face was red as a fire truck!” I could feel my face turning red again. I mumbled I was fine and started to turn and leave when she said, “I think we need to talk when you get back at 1:00 from lunch.” She did not wait for a reply, she turned and walked away which meant the matter was settled, I would be at her door at 1:00 or else. Sherry was no size 5 model, but as I watched her walk away I noticed and not for the first time that in her own way she was very attractive! 53 recently divorced and known somewhat throughout the company as a bitch, she liked wearing low cut blouses and high heels with skirts that were probably just a little more revealing than they should have been. Some rumors said she had slept her way to power. Others said she devoured her competition. As I watched her turn the corner I found myself thinking rather perversely that I hoped both were true! I continued my trip to the restroom all the while wondering what was on her mind. I had just stepped up to the urinal and unzipped when the phone buzzed. ...