Electrician Adam knows it's wrong, but he can't get the pastor's wife out of his head. When she asks him to repair a light fixture in their home, the sparks do fly!
This SHORT STORY Contains explicit sexual scenes and graphic language. Adult readers 18+ only.
CENSORED excerpt below:
Forgive Me, Father
For I covet thy wife, Adam thought. He sat in the back of the small church, barely listening to the sermon. All he could think of was Emily and her tits. They bounced and quivered with her every movement, from her musical laugh to her sexy walk. He imagined their nipples, hard and pink, rubbing against her bra, as though trying to escape its confines. He could see her sitting in the first pew, looking up at the pastor with devotion and love, which only made Adam's longing worse and his c**k harder.
Sitting alone in the last pew, he laid one arm across his lap, hoping to cover his hard-on. But when he thought of her delicate hands fumbling beneath the pastor's robe, he couldn't help but rub it a little. Was she shy and passive in the bedroom, or were those flashing eyes hiding a wild woman?
Adam thought she'd been flirting with him the first time they'd met. Pastor Marks and his wife, Emily, had just moved to town, and the home they'd bought was in need of a few electrical repairs. While Adam worked, she found reasons to walk past him, touching his arm or shoulder and offering a friendly word. But those eyes said something else entirely.
He watched her bow her head in prayer and pictured her closing her eyes, pictured her lips whispering her devotion, pictured her on her knees. Oh, God. He rubbed his c**k slowly, longing to feel her mouth around it. This was wrong, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. His body knew what it wanted.
At last the service was over. Adam was afraid to stand before his erection shrank a little, and so he waited for everyone to file out. He sat with his head in his hands, elbows on his knees, and prayed for the strength to stop lusting for Emily Marks. Normally, he'd have turned to his pastor for help but not this time.
"There you are, Adam." He looked up to see her, smiling as she came down the row toward him, her titties jiggling under her blue dress. She sat beside him, placing one gentle hand on his back. Instantly, his c**k swelled back to full size. "I wonder if you could swing by the house sometime soon. We have another light fixture on the blink. Did I just say on the blink?" Her gentle laughter made her breasts wiggle which made his c**k throb.
Her hand on his back sent a constant stream of heat into his body, feeding his erection. He wondered what that hand would feel like against his bare skin. "Sure, Emily. I could come today. Er, come by today. If that works for you." He began to perspire. If only he could take one of those full breasts in his hand. Would it be firm or pillowy?
Her eyes seemed to darken, and she patted his back. "That sounds perfect. Jeff has another sermon this morning, but I'll be home in fifteen minutes or so. Why don't you swing by and I'll show you what needs fixing?"
Adam swallowed. "You bet" He watched her stand with a satisfied smile, turn and walk away. Her ass wiggled even in that modest dress. Did she like it from behind? He envisioned her bare ass, bent over, p***y glistening, tits swinging beneath. He trembled with desire, wishing he could at least jerk off to relieve some of the pressure. With his erection so huge and his pants tight enough to make it plainly visible, he had to wait until all of the parishioners had filed out before he could stand.
He finally got the courage to rise and scurry to his truck. Alone inside, he shuddered, rubbing his aching c**k. Maybe he could stop at the McDoodle's restroom and jerk off in the stall on his way to the pastor's house. That would calm his lewd thoughts about the pastor's hot wife for a little while at least. When the parking lot was sufficiently empty, he backed out.
"Adam!" Emily called, waving one arm. She hurried over to the driver's side before he could get away. He rolled down the window. "I'm parked right here. Why don't you follow me over and we could get that light taken care of. I don't want to waste too much of your day."
He nodded, swallowing hard. "All right."
The hem of her dress rode up her thigh a few inches as she climbed into her car. He wanted to run his hands up those smooth legs of hers and spread them wide. God, what was he thinking? No. He had to stop this.
She backed out and he followed her, thinking the entire way over how much he liked being behind her. Those thoughts did nothing to cool the heat in his pants. They both parked, Emily in the driveway and Adam on the street. He grabbed a toolbox from the truck box in the back and carried it in front of him to hide his erection.