The Preacher's Wife Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Preacher's Wife Pt. 11

Early spring in Maryland is a magical time. Some days it is so warm and you can feel the sun basting your skin but at the same time there is an underlying chill. Winter is reminding you that she has something to say. You can never be quite sure whether to wear; a shirt and jeans or a jacket and gloves. But the sun rises up in the sky seeming to say I am coming and soon, I will be the one in control.

That was the type of day it was on Saturday. Britney and I took the girls to church so they could go to girls camp. I have fond memories of girls camp. Two weeks of preaching, singing, playing games, zip lining, having dorm raids and playing pranks on each other.

I went to girls camp every year from the time I was 8 until I was 17. I made some lifelong friends there and made plenty of lifelong memories. I hoped my daughters had the same experience.

The church skewed significantly younger than it had when my whole lifestyle change happened. We had significantly more women than men and, truth be told, many of the old timers had left so the men could get out of here before their wives found out.

Those that were left, well, I could only assume that they liked their current dilemma.

Britney and I had the longer established members of the church under complete control. They acted as if they were controlled by some vague threat of a video release. That was a threat in the beginning, but had not even been mentioned in months.

My husband, as recompense for his immoral ...

... act upon me, had been completely sexless for over a year, except for his daliances with the other men of the church and the men that I brought home. Rob had been tougher to break, but he needed to be broken before Britney would be completely on board with me.

The night my husband and Rob were left home alone to do chores while Brit and I went out to find men to bring home and were still in their bra and panties with all chores done and we caught them comparing each others cock cages when we got home. Both were locked up with a twist. Britney had my husbands key and I had her husbands key.

The only thing I wanted to unlock them for was to watch the fuck each other. I think having his best friend fuck his ass might be the last hurdle to completely decimating my husbands pride. He doesn't have much left.

That glorious Saturday, as the sun beat down on us, we were wearing clothes that would have been scandalous in this church a year ago. I wore black spandex pants with 2 and a half in heeled ankle boots and a bustier top that shoved my nice tits up to an almost obscene height, exposing vast acreage of flesh. Britney wore a pair of spiked heels, a pair of black leather pants and white tube top. It was so tight that there was a definite color change where her nipples were and that shade variance surrounded a prominent nipple. She had beautiful, always erect nipples.

Our girls were going to be away for two weeks and my parents took the baby so my husband and I could have a ...