The Preacher's Wife Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Preacher's Wife Pt. 11

... meet the strangers as they exited their car.

It was midnight or so. It was late enough that most people would be in bed, but also late enough that those awake would be not enough to wonder what was going on next door or across the street at midnight on Saturday night. Especially at the preachers house.

That thought made it even more exciting to pin him up against the car and wrap my arms around his neck, pull myself up and start to kiss him deeply. The lights were on in our house too. My husband could very well be watching out the window. Rob probably was too. Brit was giving him a good show too.

We took both guys by the hands, still never having asked their names, and led them to the door. On the way, he pulled me back to him and enveloped me in his arms, caressing my breasts as he kissed my neck. I moaned loudly and pulled him to the door, running.

Brit and her guy followed closely behind. She broke away and ran to the door, beating all of us there.

"Look at these" she exclaimed loudly as she pulled her tube top completely down exposing her breasts to all. He was on her in seconds, pinning her against the door as he kissed her, playing with her beautiful nipples.

Then the door was opened and they nearly fell flat as they lost their balance and sumbled inside with me and my guy stepping in gingerly. My husband shut the door behind us.

"You are drawing attention to yourselves" he scolded. "People are still awake."

'Well, look who has his balls up." I ...

... said. "The little man wearing the bra and panties. So cute. Fishnets. You picked those out yourself didn't you. I didn't tell you what to wear today. You just picked out what you felt like. And you felt like fishnets and you are going to come down here and scold me and my guests?"

"Brit" I said, hopping to her and embracing her and giving her a quick kiss, "I think he needs to loosen up, don't you?"

She just smiled, with a nod.

"Where's Rob?" I asked.

"He went home," he said as if had he lost his best friend. "Well, let's go upstairs sweetheart. You know what time it is." I said with venom.

He looked around the room like a caged animal about to be eaten and with no means of escape. His countenance dropped from the man trying to muster the courage to chide his wife for acting like a slut in public with another man in the middle of the night to that of a whipped puppy who could no longer look any of us in the eye.

He led the way upstairs.

As my husband entered our bedroom, he went directly to the bed, his head down, and climbed on the bed. He assumed the position I most often assigned him; face in the mattress and ass in the air. Brit and I each dropped to our knees and began to take the pants off of the guys that came in with us. Pants off, the guy in front of me was that guy with the most massive cock from Platos.

I began to work on his cock while my husband watched. I licked down the length of it several times, holding up and saying "Honey, isn't this ...