Subject:     Wednesday Night Church Dad
Story Codes: MF oral adultery
Diary Date:  August 22, 2007
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Stewart was a loving husband and the proud father of a teenage boy.  If 
people only knew what this icon of the community did with girls like me 
behind closed doors while his family was occupied at church!

Table of Contents
=================
   Chapter 1 - The Perfect Bait
   Chapter 2 - Setting the Hook 
   Chapter 3 - Reeling Him In 


Chapter 1 - The Perfect Bait 
============================

People are always asking me where I meet guys, especially the married 
ones.  Well, believe it or not, in my experience the best place to find 
married men looking to cheat is also one of my favorite ones - church.  
Bars and clubs are just filled with people trying to impress and show 
off.  Church brings out the best - and the worst, in people.  While 
everyone tries their best to act pious and godly, it also demonstrates 
just how hypocritical so many people really are.  Still, rather than fret 
over it why not take advantage of the situation?

Even as a young girl I noticed men looking at me “that way” when I was at 
church.  Every girl knows what I mean when I say “that way”; it’s that 
look that tells you he interested in you in ways he shouldn’t be - or 
least ways society says she shouldn’t.  It didn’t help them that my mom 
loved to dress me in little skirts and frilly dresses that showed off my 
skinny legs and often my cotton panties.

As I got older, the skirts and dresses became more sophisticated, but the 
results were the same.  Even a pair of tight jeans during a youth 
activity was more than enough to catch the eye of many of the dads.  Of 
course I enjoyed the attention of the boys more my age but there was 
always something special about having their fathers look at me hungrily 
that turned me on even more.

One of the dads I’d had my eye on for the last several years was Stewart.  
I think he was in his early thirties, married with three kids.  The 
oldest was Duane who was is 14 and in the youth group I helped out on 
Wednesday nights.  The other kids, both daughters, were several years 
younger so I didn’t see them nearly as much as Duane.  He was a cute kid 
and I often thought might be a good match for my cousin Tammy, even if he 
was younger and considerably less mature.  To be sure I had a few 
harmless fantasies about him now and then but I would never consider 
doing anything for real with such a young boy.  After all, it’s not like 
I’m sixteen anymore you know.

It wasn't Duane that I was really interested in - it was Stewart.  Pardon 
my cynicism but he was the perfect example of the typical church elder.  
While at church he would walk around and greet people using all the 
standard Christian jargon and buzz words.  From what I heard from my 
parents, he ran his local landscaping business completely different.  He 
had a reputation for being indifferent to the customs and needs of his 
mostly ethnic employees and he seems to always be trying to squeeze 
another dime from his customers.

Stewart was not only a hypocrite when it came to business ethics, he also 
had an eye for the young girls.  Many times during youth group I catch 
see him staring at the teenage girls and it wasn’t just to monitor what 
they were doing.  Trust me, when you’re a girl you learn quickly the 
difference between a man looking at you and a man looking AT you.  There 
was a cold hunger in such a man’s eyes, a thirsty lust that he couldn't 
totally hide.  Stewart had those eyes - in spades.

What made me interested in him wasn't his voyeurism regarding the teenage 
girls.  Even when his wife was with him, who was beautiful by the way, he 
would look at my boobs first when he greeted me.  My cousin Kristi use to 
joke with me that he doubted if Stewart knew what her hair color was.  
Even my mom claimed to have been the recipient of his mental undressing.

Whether Stewart’s wife knew about it was unclear to me.  She certainly 
didn’t appear to notice and if she did, she certainly didn’t do anything 
to reign him in or otherwise keep him under control.  To be fair, so far 
as I knew all he did was look so maybe she was one of those wives who 
felt that her husband could window shop so long as he didn’t buy the 
merchandise.  It wasn’t like she was shy to show herself off to all the 
guys at church, that’s for sure!  My mother use to shake her head and 
grumble something about she thought Stewart’s wife still thought she was 
a cheerleader in high school.

Over the past few years I’d flirted with Stewart a few times.  Then 
again, I flirted with just about all the dads at one time or another.  
Most just ignored me but I never had one tell me to stop.  It was nothing 
special or forced, just the typical stuff like “accidentally” rubbing 
against him, “forgetting” to button my blouse as high as most people 
would say I should, that sort of innocent playing around.  Stewart never 
rejected me but while he took advantage of whatever I had to show him, he 
never asked for anything more either.  In the end, I filed him under the 
category of “peeping tom” and assumed he would never be available for 
anything more than a bit of voyeurism.


Chapter 2 - Setting the Hook
============================

It was a beautiful Wednesday night and we had the youth outside to play 
some games behind the church.  Maybe it was the pleasant weather but 
whatever the reason there were quite a few parents there that night, 
including Stewart and his wife.  Since it had been planned ahead of time 
for tonight’s events to be outside, I was wearing a pair of faded denim 
shorts and a light yellow tank top.  Because it WAS a church activity 
there were dress codes which had to be adhered to, including prohibitions 
against anything TOO short or TOO revealing.  The rules were written with 
the teenage girls in mind but the helpers were expected to set an 
example. 

Under the rules, my favorite cutoffs were strictly verboten - I would’ve 
been sent home in a heartbeat and probably told not to help with the 
youth again if I dared to wear them.  Likewise, I was even wearing a bra 
under my tank top as hard nipples poking through your top were another 
major no- no.  As if all that wasn't conservative enough, for once I was 
wearing a tank top itself that was actually my size, one of the few I 
owned that was a little loose on me.

Stewart and his wife were on the sidelines, watching Duane playing 
soccer.  Stewart was in khaki safari shorts - the type with all the 
pockets, and a Steelers t-shirt while his wife was actually dressed very 
similar to me.  She may have been around ten years older than me but she 
looked great!  I also noticed that the “no nipples” rule apparently 
didn’t apply to parents.  I would have bet a lot of money that her boobs 
were fake but even so, they looked magnificent even if they were as rigid 
as concrete.

The one thing I DID notice was that the two of them were standing several 
feet apart and not talking to each other which was odd as usually he had 
his arm around her or least stood right next to her.  Hmmmmmm, were there 
problems in paradise?  The two of them were always trying to act like 
they had the perfect marriage, even sponsoring weekend marriage retreats 
and counseling young couples about marriage.  As much as I hate to say 
it, it wouldn't have bothered me to see a few cracks in that crystal 
podium they’d set themselves on.  Really, don’t you just hate the 
“perfect” families, especially when they flaunt it?

About half-way through the first game, I noticed Stewart and his wife 
arguing over something and then suddenly he just shook his head, threw up 
his arms and walked back into the church leaving her stewing.  Hmmmmmm, 
now THIS could be interesting...

There wasn't much for me to be doing at the time and I doubted anyone 
would miss me so I left without saying anything to see where Stewart was 
off to.  When I got in the church, it was deserted and he was nowhere to 
be seen.  Just as I was about to turn around and head back out to games, 
I heard a toilet flushing and a little bit later Stewart appeared from 
the men’s restroom.  My heart sank as I realized he’d come back just to 
go to the bathroom!  So much for there being a genuine riff between him 
and his Barbie-doll wife.

“Hi Kelly, didn’t know anyone else was in here,” he said to me the door 
closed behind him and he approached me.

My heart fluttered back up again as I looked at him.  God he was hot!  
OK, so he was ten years older than me but I prefer older men anyway so 
that wasn't an issue.  He obviously worked out from the way his muscles 
stood out in his chest and abs, his arms muscular and his legs strong and 
lithe.  A summer tan didn’t hurt either and only made his short blonde 
hair look even more heavenly.

“Cat got your tongue?” he teased me, bringing me back from my daydreams.  
God I was so embarrassed.  It’s suppose to be the guy staring at the 
girl, not the other way around!

“Oh, sorry Stewart,” I stammered, trying to regain my composure.  Most of 
the parents I addressed as Mr.  or Mrs.  but long ago Stewart had 
insisted I call him by his first name, saying his father was called “Mr.”

“No problem... was there something I could help you with?” he asked, now 
just a few feet away from me.

Have you ever just reacted to someone by saying the first thing that pops 
in your head?  Then, after you say it you ask yourself how in the world 
could you EVER had said such a thing?  Well, that was me as I responded 
without completing clearing the fog in my brain.

“Ohhhhhh... there’s a LOT of things you could help me with,” I purred 
with what was clearly seductive intent.  Stewart was no dummy, he picked 
up on it right away.

“Oh really,” he said with a grin, “And just what might some of those 
things be?”

My eyes widened.  It wasn't so much what he said as my delayed reaction 
to what I had said.  Did those words actually come from MY mouth?  
Stewart moved up right next to me.  Although he didn’t touch me he 
couldn’t have moved another inch forward without smothering me.

“You know, there’s a LOT of things you could help ME with as well,” I 
said ever so softly.

OK... so it was to be cat and mouse, thrust and parry, point - 
counterpoint.  The game was afoot and we both knew it.  If either of us 
had simply come out and said, “Let’s fuck!” I am sure we both would have 
raced to the nearest private location, or at least I think he would have.  
Instead, we each had our roles and we played our obligatory parts.  It 
was sort of like a failsafe device where even though I knew at that 
instant he wanted to fuck me (don't ask how I knew, it’s something a girl 
just knows), by adhering to our little ritual there was always the 
possibility that one of us would reduce the DEFCON level and bring the 
adventure to a halt.  Better to play the game a bit than make a stupid 
mistake.

I slowly put my hand on his arm and even though I felt him stiffen just a 
little, he fought what must have been the temptation to pull away.

“I can be VERY helpful, you know that, don't you Stewart?” I said in a 
sultry tone.

Stewart just smiled as he gazed at my boobs and then into my eyes and 
said softly, “So I’ve heard.  You’ve DO have a bit of a reputation for 
being ‘helpful’ you know.”

“A GOOD one I hope,” I said wrinkling my nose like I was some little 
girl.

“Well, it’s actually very BAD but then I guess that’s good,” he chuckled.

“Cool!  So tell me Stewart, do you like bad girls?” I taunted him, 
looking down at his crotch deliberately.

Stewart laughed a bit and gently took my hand from his arm.  “OK, that’s 
quite enough Kelly,” he chuckled as if I’d just told him a good joke, “WE 
ARE in church you know.”

“All the better, don’t you think?” I countered, “Who would ever suspect 
anything?”

By now I was going further than I probably should have and if things 
didn’t work out as I hoped, I was setting myself up to be quite 
embarrassed.  My gut (or was it my pussy?) told me that all I needed to 
do was sweeten the deal a little more and he would be mine.  Rarely, if 
ever, am I wrong in these situations, and there was no reason to suspect 
I might be this time around.  After coming this far, there was no turning 
back so far as I was concerned so I took his hand and pulled it up to my 
bosom.  Although he didn’t do anything but leave it there, he didn’t 
resist me either.

“Don't you want me Stewart?” I said in my best little girl voice, “You DO 
like me, don't you?”

Stewart looked nervously towards the door and then I felt his hand 
tighten on my boob.  YES!  Victory was mine!  He’d taken the bait so now 
all I had to do was set the hook and reel him in.  My hand reached out 
for his crotch and I grabbed him firmly so there could be no mistaking my 
intent.  His response was to squeeze my breasts even tighter and my heart 
sped up even faster as I knew without a doubt what was going to happen 
next.  It was all I could do to keep from giggling like a goofy 
cheerleader.  I mean, men can be SO easy sometimes!  All you had to do 
was wait for the right moment of weakness and then get the little head to 
take control.

“Let’s go upstairs before someone see us,” he said breathlessly, as if he 
had been holding his breath for the past few minutes.  Perhaps he had.


Chapter 3 - Reeling Him In
==========================

In any case, he took me by the hand and we quickly went up to the second 
floor where he led me in to the Elder’s Room, sort of a conference room 
where they all met each week.  The room was dim with the fading light but 
there was plenty to see by.  Besides, turning on a light would have drawn 
the attention of people outside wondering why someone was in this room.  
Once inside, he turned to me and put his hands on my upper arms, staring 
at me intently.

“OK, how do I know you’re not just teasing me to get me in more trouble 
with Rebecca?”

Soooooo, there WAS something going on between him and the perfect trophy 
wife.  I was dying to ask him what it was all about but I didn’t want to 
break the mood.  From the way he worded it I had a suspicion it had 
something to do with some infidelity, either real or suspected.  Was 
Stewart an adulterer?  Well, if he wasn't, he was going to be soon if I 
had anything to say about it.

“Alright then, let me prove it to you,” I said, responding to his 
challenge.  I crossed my arms, took hold of the bottom of the tank top on 
each side of me, and then lifted it up and over my head in one quick 
motion, leaving me in my black lace VS bra.

“Well?” I taunted him, “Satisfied?”

He smiled but didn’t move and then said, “You’re beautiful Kelly BUT hey, 
I’ve saw less on you at the pool last week, a LOT less, so is that it?”

Well, if THAT was how he was going to be, I would show him!  I reached 
forward and grabbed his shorts by the waist and yanked them down to his 
knees.  Then I grabbed his boxer shorts and they quickly followed.  His 
T-shirt hung lower than his waist, covering his crotch so I lifted it up 
to see what he was packing.  My first reaction was thinking that now I 
knew why he had such a babe for a wife.  Damn, Stewart wasn’t just a hell 
of a hunk.  He also had one nice looking cock!

When I say he had a nice looking cock, what I mean is that it LOOKED 
nice.  A lot of men have big cocks, thick cocks, etc.  but some of them 
can be really ugly.  Stewart’s dick was like something right out of the 
pages of a Playgirl magazine.  It was decent sized, my guess was it would 
be five or six inches long when erect although THAT was always a 
crapshoot.  The head was smooth and without a blemish on it, a nice 
mushroom cap on a gorgeous shaft.  His dick was light in color with a 
dark circle around it just under the head.  A thick bluish vein ran up 
the shaft.  At the base was a heavy covering of coarse, curly pubic hair.  
He wasn’t shaved but evidently trimmed it just enough to keep the growth 
from getting out of hand.  His balls hung loose, large and also covered 
with thick pubic hair.  

What can I say?  I LOVED his dick!  Without waiting for him to say 
anything, I grabbed his cock in my hand and moved up close to him until 
my breasts pressed against his chest.  I gently stroked it as I looked up 
into his face.

“So is this any better?”

Stewart reached around me and expertly unhooked the two clasps of my bra 
strap and took off my bra.  I let loose of his dick just long enough for 
him to run the straps past my hand and he tossed the bra to the table top 
next to my tank top.  My bare breasts were now fully exposed to him and 
he started to fondle them.  My boobs may not have been the double D’s his 
wife as so proud of but they were 100% natural C’s.  Rebecca probably had 
to be careful near hot surfaces or hers would melt!

“God your tits feel nice,” he whispered to me, rubbing one with each 
hand. 

As much as I would have enjoyed feeling his caress them longer, we WERE 
on the clock as the kids wouldn't be outside forever.  Dropping to my 
knees, I immediately took his dick in my mouth and started to suck his 
pretty cock.

“Damn, you ARE serious about this, aren’t you?” he gasped as my tongue 
played with his head and then ran down the underside of his shaft and 
back up again to the shaft.

For crying out loud, what did he THINK after I pulled off my top and let 
him take off my bra?  Did he believe I was NOT serious?  We weren’t 
exactly teenagers copping a feel in the pews.  If I was going to go this 
far then by God I was going to get fucked!

His dick responded nicely, swelling and growing longer in my mouth the 
longer I sucked it.  It was only a few minutes before he was fully erect.  
By the time he was finished he’d grown to where I couldn’t take him all 
in my mouth which meant he must now be a couple of inches longer than I 
had guessed he would be.  You never know with a guy’s dick the first 
time, do you?

Well, it proved to be an excellent opportunity to show off my cocksucking 
skills.  I took just the tip of his dick in my mouth and the slowly 
worked it in.  My tongue would reach out and move down his shaft just a 
little and then my lips would work their way down to follow it.  It was 
like an inchworm working its way down his shaft.  Little by little I took 
more and more of him in my mouth until finally I felt his dick pushing 
against the back of my throat.

There was still an inch or more to go so I took a deep breath and 
continued down.  As always, my instinct was to gag when it started to 
press into my throat and the urge to puke was almost irresistible.  It 
had been a long time, though, since that impulse had won and I knew from 
plenty of practice how to control it.  The trick was to not stop and 
fight it but to get past that point in my throat as quickly as possible.  

It seems once an object in your throat makes it past the gag point, the 
impulse disappears and you are home free.  Most girls who claim they 
can’t deep-throat are simply too scared to push on past that point, 
thinking they will throw up.  What happens is they stop and try to 
control the impulse which gets only worse the longer you have his dick in 
that far.  Then sure enough, they gag and puke and everyone is unhappy.  
Fortunately I had an excellent instructor with the perfect teaching tool 
– my mom using my dad’s dick!

“Sweet Jesus!” he gasped as my face buried itself in the thick pubic hair 
at the base of his dick. 

His cock now completely in my mouth and pushing down my throat.  I 
imagined his head could feel the tightness of my throat around it, almost 
like he was in a tight pussy instead of my mouth.

The requirement to breath finally forced me to pull my head off his cock 
and I looked up at him as I caught my breath and stroked his wet shaft 
with my hand.

“So you like that?” I said with a naughty grin on my face.

“Hell yes,” he said, catching his own breath as once again it seemed he 
had quit breathing himself.  “Nobody’s ever done that to me like that 
before!”

“What’s the matter Stewart, can’t Rebecca take you all the way like I 
can?”

OK, so sue me, I was fishing for compliments but hey, can you blame me?  
I’m damn proud of my cocksucking talents and like anyone who has worked 
hard on a skill, I liked to be told I’m good at it, ESPECIALLY If it 
means I’m better than his beautiful wife.

“Are you kidding, she won’t even give head,” he muttered; obviously I’d 
struck a nerve.

“Bitch,” I muttered and then went back down on him to do it again.  I 
left it to him to interpret what I meant by it - it was a bitch that she 
didn’t do it or was I calling her a bitch?  Actually, I meant both so I 
was safe either way.

Once again I took him in, repeating the same technique I had just 
demonstrated, only working him a little faster this time so I could stay 
down on him a little longer before having to get a breath of air.  When I 
lifted my head up and looked at him again, he groaned and his cheeks 
puffed out as he let out a big breath.

“Oh god, that felt SO fuckin’ incredible!” he groaned.

I was more than willing to do it a few more times and under different 
circumstances, most likely would have.  The imagine of a crowd of kids 
running back into the church accompanied by their parents was enough to 
expedite things.  I stood up and quickly slipped my shorts off.  I was 
wearing a black thong (remember the dress code?) which I just as quickly 
disposed of as well, leaving me now nude except for my sneakers and white 
ankle socks.  Turning towards the conference table, I put my hands on the 
edge and then backed up a step, leaning forward and spreading my legs so 
as to expose myself shamelessly to him.

“Fuck me Stewart,” I said softly but firmly.  He seemed to hesitate for a 
moment so I said it again, “I mean it... I really DO want you to fuck me 
Stewart.”

It NEVER failed.  How many times had I seen a man unsure of committing 
the ultimate act of treason with his wife only to falter and give in to 
his most base impulses upon hearing those two simple words, “fuck me”?  
Maybe in the back of Stewart’s mind, despite the blowjob, despite the 
nudity, he was still not convinced that he could actually have sex with 
me.  Perhaps there was some shred of decency left in him, some vestige of 
the wedding vows he’d made to his bride, that was tugging at his 
conscience.  When I saw a man in that state, all I had to do was speak 
those two syllables and it was if the lust that was building in him burst 
free and took control, wiping away any last remaining morals.

“Shit... I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he muttered under breath.

He probably hadn’t intended for me to even hear him but it didn't matter 
to me.  The only thing I cared about at the moment was what he was going 
to DO, not how guilty he might be feeling about it.  Besides, as easy as 
he had been to talk into this, I couldn't help but wonder if it wasn’t 
actually intended for me to hear it, as if somehow it made him less 
culpable for his actions and more my fault.  Well, if that's what it took 
to get his dick in me, lay the guilt on me!

I watched over my shoulder as he moved in behind me.  He had stepped out 
of his shorts and boxers, leaving them on the floor a few feet back.  As 
he approached me he pulled off his t-shirt and dropped it on top of the 
pile behind him.  God he was a hunk!  Even in the ever dimming light I 
could see the muscles in his chest and arms as he held his stiff dick in 
his hand.  The tan lines from his bathing suit were evident and it popped 
into my head that he must sunbathe in a lot skimpier bathing suit than he 
wore at the city pool!  Made me wonder what Rebecca wore at home with 
him!

My thoughts were quickly brought back to the present when I felt his hand 
on my lower back.  The head of his dick touched my butt at the top of my 
ass crack and he slowly worked it down between my firm bare cheeks and 
past my tightly closed asshole until he was up against my bare pussy.  I 
fidgeted as he moved it around my pussy hole, trying to line it up for 
entry.

“Put it in me Stewart,” I whispered to him urgently.  It wasn’t so much 
now I was worried about the kids coming back.  No, I WANTED him in me and 
I wanted him in me NOW.

He started to pull back and I heard him groan as if he was in pain.  With 
a cock as stiff as his was, maybe he was.

“Oh god, I can’t do this, not here... not like this.”

If he thought for one minute that I was going to get me this horny and 
this close to being fucked by a brand new married dick, well he had 
another thing coming, I’ll tell you that.  No way, I was NOT going to be 
denied my prize, my reward.

“You know you want me Stewart, please fuck me,” I pleaded, not really 
having to fake the “please” part of it.  Fine, if I had to beg then I’d 
beg.  Anything at this point just to ge5t him to fuck me.  By now my 
pussy was screaming for a dick and if he didn’t put it in me soon I might 
scream myself out of frustration.

“C’mon Stewart, I’ve seen how you look at me, you know you want to fuck 
me so do it..  do me now.”

He didn't say a word and for just a second, I thought the impossible was 
about to happen.  He was going to chicken out!  God, how could he dare to 
DO that to me?  How could he refuse me?  I was almost certain when 
suddenly, without warning, his dick slammed into me and I felt my pussy 
resist for just a moment and then spread apart for him to enter.  His 
head thrust inside of me and he held himself there, with just the head of 
his wonderful dick inside of my pussy.  

Mmmmmmm... YES!  He was fucking me!

“Alright then, take it you little bitch,” he groaned as his hands gripped 
my hips and then I felt him thrust himself deeper inside of me.  Each 
time he went into me further until finally I felt the hair of his crotch 
tickle ass and the pressure of his crotch pressing me forward.

“Shit, I didn’t think you’d be so fucking tight!” he complained as he 
just held himself at that position, his dick now firmly implanted inside 
of me.

For a brief moment I was a little pissed off.  What the hell did he mean 
by THAT?  Did he think just because I had a reputation of being the 
neighborhood slut that my pussy was going to be loose like some ancient 
whore?  Then again, maybe it was he was so use to his wife’s pussy, 
loosened irrevocably through the process of bearing three children, that 
feeling a tight young pussy around his dick as ancient history for him.  
At that thought I felt better and gave him the benefit of the doubt.

He started to pump his dick in me, slowly at first but rapidly building 
up speed until he was almost driving me into the table with force of each 
impact when he slammed into my ass.  The sound of him hitting me was 
almost like I was being spanked.  Between that and the loud grunt he 
would let out each time he pumped it into me, it was a good thing nobody 
was walking by or I don't know how they could have not heard us.  At this 
time of night, nobody ever came up to this floor so we were pretty safe.  
Still, the thought of someone peeking in to see what was going on was 
incredibly erotic for me.

“Turn around,” he demanded when suddenly he pulled out of me and spun me 
around by the waist.

Once I was facing him he grabbed me and set me up so I was sitting on the 
edge of the table, my bare sweaty ass sliding on the polished wood.  
Reaching down to grab my ankles, he lifted my legs up as I leaned back on 
my elbows.  With my legs straight up in the air in a large “V”, he leaned 
forward and his dick easily slipped into my well lubricated pussy once 
again.  God he felt so good to be back inside of me again.

Neither of us said a word as each of us looked down to where our bodies 
were joined together.  I loved to see this, to watch a man’s hard dick 
sliding in and out of my pussy.  What made it so incredible to watch was 
not just the way he would disappear inside of me but that at the same 
time I could FEEL him filling me up inside.  It was almost hard to 
reconcile that the same fullness and pleasure I was feeling inside of me 
was being caused by that thick smooth shaft I was watching as it 
disappeared from sight between my legs.

“You like fucking me Stewart?”

“Fuck yeah, damn your cunt feels so good!”

“Mmmmmmm, so you like my tight cunt, eh Stewart?”

“If you squeeze any harder on me, you’re going to smash me flat!” he 
groaned as I pressed down on his dick, almost like when you have to push 
hard to get out dump except I was feeling intense pleasure at this 
moment, not the pain of constipation.

“Tell me Stewart, I want to know if you like fucking me better than her?”

“Her?”

“Your wife... tell me you love fucking me better than Rebecca.”

OK, so sue me again as once again I was fishing for compliments.  Only 
this time, it would mean a lot more than just a love for my blowjobs.  I 
wanted him to tell me he loved sex with me more than his own wife.  It 
was bad enough that he was betraying his wedding vows by his actions; I 
wanted his heart and feelings to betray her as well.  Maybe not so much 
betray her as to put me ahead of her.  I wanted him to tell me I was 
hotter and sexier that his wife.

“Yes, I do,” he said between pants as he fucked me faster and harder.

“Yes you do what?”

“Love fucking you... I love fucking you more than her.”

“That’s it Stewart, tell me what you want, tell me how you feel.”

“I love your tight pussy, your perky boobs, the way you get so god damn 
wet!”

“Don’t stop Stewart... make me cum!”

Indeed, as much as I loved him fucking me, hearing him say those words 
while his adulterous dick was inside of me was enough to set me off.  My 
pussy clamped down even harder on him and he grunted as my cum gushed 
over his dick, making me even wetter than he had felt before.  I dropped 
to my back and spread my arms out like I was being crucified but instead 
of being nailed to a cross, Stewart was nailing me with his dick to the 
table.  God it felt to good!  I never wanted it to stop!

“Tell me more Stewart,” I managed to cry out as my pussy felt like it was 
about to explode.  My entire body felt hot and tingled like running out 
into the winter cold after getting out of the hot tub.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long... since you were in high 
school and teased all the boys in those ridiculous short skirts you 
wore.”

“Fuck me now then... cum inside of me... give it to me Stewart!” I begged 
as I literally was in tears from the pleasure that had consumed my entire 
body.

“Oh god!” he groaned as he suddenly pounded himself into me, lifting me 
up off the table slightly to get his dick in me even deeper.

Then I felt it, that vague warm sensation when a man releases his hot 
sperm into my pussy.  He must have really had a load for me as I could 
feel it deep in me, like a warm bloom of heat, a fireworks exploding in 
me and then fading away until the next one went off.

“That’s it Stewart, cum in me, mate me,” I sighed as I just laid their 
totally limp, accepting his gift and allowing him to finish himself off 
in me.  “Mmmmmmm, did you know I can feel your sperm when it comes out of 
you?”

Stewart lowered my legs down and left them dangling over the edge of the 
table.  I felt him pull his dick from my pussy, leaving me with this 
horrible feeling of emptiness I always get when my pussy no longer has a 
dick inside of it.  It’s like my pussy isn’t complete without a cock 
inside, like something is missing and it’s never happy again until it has 
a dick back in it again.

“We HAVE to get going, I think I hear people downstairs,” he said 
hurriedly as he grabbed his stuff and started to dress.  As of me, I 
couldn’t move. 

My body was still overwhelmed with the physical and emotional extremes it 
had just been subjected to and I wanted nothing more than to just lay 
there and savor the aftershocks of my orgasm as my pussy pulsed and my 
boobs tingled.

“Damn it Kelly, get dressed!” he hissed at me, a twinge of panic arising 
in his voice.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up until I was sitting.  As I sat up his 
cum drained from my pussy and pooled on the table top below me.  I smiled 
and tried to scoop it up and taste it.

“For God’s sake Kelly, what are you DOING?” he said, a definite tone of 
panic this time.

He lifted me up and set me on my feet.  I almost fell over as my knees 
seemed too weak to support me but he steadied me and handed me my bra and 
thong.  He was full dressed now and I could only imagine the thoughts 
that must have been going through his head about being caught in her with 
a naked girl and a pool of cum on the table behind her.  Personally, I 
thought it would be pretty hot.  Of course, that was my pussy doing the 
thinking at the moment and my head knew better so I quickly dressed 
myself.

“Ummmmm, about THAT?” I said with a giggle, pointing to the mess on the 
table.  Not only that, but the polished top clearly showed the imprint of 
my damp ass.

“Shit,” Stewart mumbled as he quickly ran out and then returned with some 
paper towels from the restroom next door.  He cleaned off the table and 
tossed the used towels in the wastebasket.

“Ahhhhhh, maybe not such a good idea?” I questioned.  Surely the towels 
would reek of sex and anyone emptying the basket or perhaps even coming 
into the room until it was would notice.

“Shit!” he hissed yet again as he gathered them up and disappeared again, 
the sound of a toilet flushing clearly audible this time when he 
returned.

By now I’d dressed and rearranged myself but I could only imagine how I 
must look.  Whenever I orgasmed hard I knew my face and upper chest 
usually flushed a bright red and it could take a while for it to go away.  
The room was almost dark by now so he probably didn't notice but I 
imagined that once we returned to the well-lit classrooms downstairs 
people would notice - at least the women would.  I had no doubt that if 
Rebecca saw the two of us returning together with me looking as I did - 
and him probably not much better, that she would go into orbit.  As it 
was, I would be surprised if she didn’t smell the distinct odor of sex on 
him later when they were close together, say in the car.  Oh well, that 
was his problem to deal with.  Hopefully he was smart enough to wash up 
in the restroom beforehand.

To be honest, it was NOT my intent to cause a riff between Stewart and 
Rebecca.  I was satisfied with what he had done to me, my game had been 
bagged and tagged and I was ready to leave the woods.  In this case that 
meant it was time for me to head home.  Stewart could explain I had been 
ill and that was why the two of us had been away for so long.  Rebecca 
probably wouldn't buy it but without the evidence (me) there to prove 
anything, she would just have to be suspicious.

I managed to get back to my car without running into anyone.  When I got 
him my mom was there (dad was working late as usual).  I told her 
everything that had happened and she was hysterical with laughter.  Like 
me, she knew Stewart was nothing but a phony and also like me, she 
thought Rebecca was way too full of herself so she thought it was great 
that I had burst the bubble a bit.  I was thrilled to, not to mention he 
hadn’t been a bad fuck as well!  I wondered how we how look at me the 
next time we met at church.  Would he want to fuck me again?  Well, even 
if he did, he wouldn't get to.  I only fuck married men once and Stewart 
was no reason to break that rule.  Still, I wouldn't mind staring at the 
BEAUTIFUL cock all day.

THE END