Hotwife Pt. 03 Jannice

"Alice? Yes. I remember Alice. Small, blonde and good looking, a total slut. She met my husband Andre at a conference and she fucked him and saved our marriage. How? I hear you ask. Easy! She introduced him to a lifestyle that I had been very tentatively exploring for some time.

But let me tell you the story from my point of view, not from our agreed point of view because, let's face it, the negotiated point of view between spouses differs dramatically from reality. This is my reality.

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My story begins about a yearbeforeAlice entered the scene. I was a forty something woman with a nice, steady income, kids out of the house and a solid, reliable husband.

We went on holidays to exotic places, entertained friends regularly and attended church every Sunday.

Does that sound like heaven to you? Well, it is, maybe for a while, but then it becomes a little boring, then a bit more boring then it becomes tedious in the extreme.

Andre is a careful, sensual lover but totally unimaginative. He brings me to orgasm, thendumps his loadinto me as he calls cumming.

Don't get me wrong, he managed to make me pregnant twice, three times actually but one child miscarried, so we have two kids and they are out in the world and making a living for themselves.

About a year ago we got a new priest at our church.

Father Desmond was young, enthusiastic and vibrant. He was also very, very sexy and all the women and some of the men lusted after him from his first day there but he sensibly steered well clear of the lures of the bold, the brash and the beautiful.

The gays assured us that he was not gay so the fervour to seduce him was left to the women who, tried very hard but all failed.

Did I try to seduce him? Not really, I would flirt very, very mildly with him but he never responded with more than a gentle smile and a kind word.

I wasn't expecting much success however, being nearly a decade older than him.

Truth be told I expected one of the younger, unmarried women to score but none of them did.

Shortly after starting at the church he announced that he would be holding bible study classes on a Thursday night.

With seduction in mind a large number of married, unmarried and thinking of changing status women joined the class.

I joined, mainly because on Thursdays Andre would usually be winding up a conference and be late home, quite often a bit drunk which resulted in him being ineffectually and frustratingly horny.

As the weeks passed and no one scored the class size slowly dwindled till it was about eight regulars, all of us middle aged women who were actually interested in the topic and not just in his body.

He was a good, intelligent teacher and easy to listen to and he took us through the the bible slowly and carefully. He was, of course easy to look at but for me that was not a major criteria for me attending a bible study class, it was a benefit though and a temptation.

After a few weeks I started to get the feeling that being fucked by Father Desmond might be rather nice and unconsciously I started to flirt with him a bit more seriously which resulted in my pussy getting all swollen and wet when he stood close to me.

The reason for my interest was I told myself that Andre had not been pressing in his attentions on me often enough recently but maybe I just wanted a piece of nice, young male. I had recently bumped into the hotwife lifestyle and it had started to generate a certainattractionfor me. The proponents claimed that it boosted a woman's sex life and my sex life had, I had begun to think needed a bit of boosting. OK, so maybe I was just horny.

Be that as it may be, I started to ask questions in order to get Father Desmond to stand close to me, to lean over me and to shroud me in his gorgeous male scent, all of which was so very arousing.

Often I would go home and demand that Andre satisfy my needs. Problem was that Andre was often too tired, too pissed or smelt of other women and I would have to resort to masturbation. A frustrating situation.

One night Father Desmond stood next to me more closely than normal and I could feel his body heat, which prompted me to move slightly over and brush my shoulder against his hip.

I got to brush against his hip but my upper arm brushed against something that I didn't expect to feel.

It felt like he had a bulge on his left leg. Startled I looked at his leg and saw a rather large lump where there really shouldn't be one.

FuckI thoughtIf that is his cock it is huge.and without thinking I reached out and touched the lump. In response it twitched causing him to move away rapidly and not look at me for a while. No one else in the class seemed to have noticed for which I was duly grateful. Then when he did look at me he said,

"Janice? Please stay after the class finishes, I need to talk to you privately."

Oh! Fuck! Now I am in trouble. How should I handle it?

And to my horror a voice I had not heard since university days answered.

Suck his cock before he gets to say anything. He has a hard on for you so you might as well use it. That is one very large cock you just stroked.

I was horrified by the idea and my soul whimpered, but the young Janice voice was relentless.

Why do you think he had a cock stand? Because he walks around all day like that? Or is it because he was standing close to you and his cock thought you were eminently fuckable? Which you are by the way and don't you argue!

I didn't hear much of the rest of the class as the internal war of words and ethics raged on in my head.

Soon, far too soon, the class broke up, with my class mates telling me that I was going to have to do lines, be thrashed or something awful like that. Did I detect a bit of jealousy in the air? Possibly.

He waited until they were all gone, then closed the door. When he turned towards me. I could see that the bulge in his pants was bigger than it had been when I had stroked it.

"What you did tonight...."

He didn't get any further, I pulled his zip down and hauled his cock out.

"What I did tonight was only the start!"

And without further thought, I slid his foreskin back, took his cock in my mouth and sucked softly.

"Uh!"

He froze for a moment but then surrendered, grabbing my head and pulling my face forward till my face was pressed against his groin and his cock was deep in my throat.

I found his balls and gently squeezed. When I started to pull my head back, his hands relaxed letting me get to the tip of his cock.

"You mustn't! This is so wrong. You are..."

I plunged forward again cutting off the word 'married' and was rewarded with another "Ah!" and no further argument.

His hands started controlling my bobbing head and I let him fuck my face.

The poor man must have been desperate because after a dozen thrusts he was spurting lots of cum down my throat.

When he was finished I stood up and kissed him on the mouth.

"Now don't tell me you didn't need that!"

"What can I do? This is so wrong."

"What you can do is simple. You can continue with bible study classes every Thursday evening.

After class I will stay and suck your cock. If you feel an urgent need for attention before then, you can send me a bible quote with a time and I will come and suck your cock for you."

"What about your husband?"

"Don't worry about him. He gets enough blow jobs as it is."

"That is not what I meant and you know it."

I laughed as I walked out of the class room.

"See you next Thursday, or before then if you send me a bible quote."

Andre and I attended Sunday service and I shook hands with Father Desmond afterwards.

I noticed with interest that he held my hand far longer than was absolutely necessary.

"See you on Thursday!" was all he said.

Except. Except. Tuesday I got a text message.

John 4:11 @ 20:30

I looked up the quote and found this: 'Sir, you have nothing to draw water with, and the well is deep'.

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"I am going for a walk. I will be back by about 9."

"Enjoy. It is a beautiful night."

"Thanks Andre, I will drink in the evening dew!"

He just laughed at that.

Father Desmond was in the class room, looking frightened and randy all at once which was a very weird combination.

I sucked his cock again and this time he lasted longer. He was also more demanding, thrusting his cock down my throat much more vigorously than the first time. He also found his voice.

"Suck it! Suck it! Ah fuck. Swallow my cum!"

Which is what I did and once again I kissed him on the lips.

"See you on Thursday? If not before."

Andre was waiting for me when I got home and kissed my slightly cum tasting mouth so I took him to bed and ravished him firmly.

More firmly in fact than I had in ages. To my delight my sex life had suddenly taken charge of my boredom and had politely ushered it out of the door.

Father Desmond sent me a bible quote on Monday again. The problem was that now, my pussy was complaining that it wanted in as well.

So on Monday, I left home with a shortish skirt and no panties and, instead of sucking his cock I rubbed it against my clit.

"Oh! Yes. Nice and hot and hard."

"You mustn't do...."

Ignoring him I continued to stroke his cock until he spurted cum between my legs.

I left him standing there, cock still hanging out and a bewildered look on his face.

As I walked home I could feel his cum oozing down my legs in a gentle stream. It was very sensual.

Because I had taken to walking in the evening every week and had come back horny as hell, I began to wonder why Andre was not saying anything about it.

He must have known something sexual was happening because when I got home that night he rushed me to bed and we had a glorious fuck.

Our sex life had taken a massive turn for the better but my pussy was still muttering about needing priestly penetration but the problem was that I didn't know if the good Father was prepared to go all the way.

One night after a bible quote message had arrived and having drunk a glass of wine or two, I decided that it was time for my pussy to get some action.

When l got to the class room, I led him to a table, hitched myself up onto the table and spread my legs wide and then gently but firmly guided his cock into my pussy.

His eyes got wide and and he started to say something, but I pulled his head forward and stuck my tongue in his mouth.

He resisted briefly but suddenly he was off, his hips slamming into my soaking wet pussy, his hands on my backside.

The class room resounded to the noise of raw sex and our grunts as we slaked a long denied lust.

When he started to pull out before cumming, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"No! No! Cum inside me! Please."

Truth be told no man can resist that sentence and so he dumped his load deep inside of me.

And for the first time, wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as his cock slowly softened and slid out of me.

"Thank you, Janice." was all he said.

I smiled, straightened my dress and walked to the door.

"See you Thursday." I said and was surprised by the response.

"If not before then."

Sure enough on Wednesday I got a bible quote with a great deal of pleasure and I realised that I had liked the experience of fucking a man who was not my husband. I also liked the excitement and unexpected timing of our meetings. But mostly I liked the feeling of freedom and power it gave me.

When I got there Desmond was waiting for me at the door, not looking like a hunted man but a man waiting for his lover.

Before I could do anything he took me in his arms and kissed me, open mouthed, his tongue probing my mouth.

His hands moved across my body like he was starving for my touch.

His hands grasped my breasts, stroking my nipples into erect hardness and I let him do it.

I surrendered, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I pressed my face into his neck. Soon I found myself moaning softly as he took possession of my body.

I spread my legs as his hand lifted my dress and found my naked pussy, then his finger found my clit and gently massaged it.

"Slut!" he whispered "My slut!"

"Yes. Your slut. Take me now."

And he did. He bent me over the table, pushed his cock into me and fucked me hard and strong, making me gasp and moan.

He didn't wait for me to cum, he just took what he wanted which surprised me by being so exciting, so arousing. I found that I liked a dominant man taking his pleasure without consulting me. I had never considered myself as a submissive but he seemed to have opened up a new pathway in my sexuality.

His cock shrank a bit, but then became hard again. Then he fucked me slowly and sensuously, stroking my clit as he did so until I could feel an orgasm coming, twisting my body in ways I had not felt in decades.

He held off cumming, pacing himself against my nearing orgasm until I started to cum. And for the first time in years I came with a cock inside me and he joined me, filling me with hot cum.

When I had stopped shaking and jerking he lifted me up in his arms and held me.

"Now go home and tell your husband what I have done and that he must reclaim you by fucking you."

So I did just that.

"Andre! I have just been fucked by Father Desmond and I am dripping cum out of my pussy. If you want me as a wife then you'd better reclaim me now, and you can start by licking my dirty pussy."

"You been taking advice from Alice? Because she's been talking the hotwife lifestyle for ages! You want to try that?"

"Yes. I have just said so! Now fuck me properly."

And that is exactly what he did. He got me to edge of cumming with his tongue then stuck his cock in me and fucked me really hard. We came together just as we did when we first got married.

"About fucking time." I said.

"You tell Father Fucking Desmond that I want pictures and real time videos in future!"

And so it was. Twice a week Desmond and I would go to a room with good lighting and lots of cameras and fuck like rabbits while Andre watched from afar and then on my return, Andre would reclaim me.

Father Desmond finally gave up the priesthood and joined Andre in running conferences. We are now a poly-amorous family and life is great.