My Sweet Christian Wife 2 by Ray

Writer: Ray

Subject: My Sweet Christian Wife 2

Link: LS666 Comments / 06.09.2023

A word for XP: Hey Ray, this is one of your most prolific works. Edited, somewhat, but I really love your stories.

My Sweet Christian Wife 2

About forty-five minutes later she came in. She gave me a kiss on the lips like usual. This time with a little tongue. All I can think about is the goat cumming in her mouth. She’s wearing a loose house dress. I can see that she’s not wearing a bra or panties. You can just barely see through it as she walks to the kitchen.

I could see her clit sticking out hard between her legs. I could see a wet juicy spot on the front and back of her house dress — probably from the goat cum as it drips out between her legs.

What do I do?

Something tells me that my sweet Christian wife is married to Satan. She worships the Devil. She serves those satanic goats. She’s a sexual predator. She loves to fuck lots of other men and women — at the same time as being my sweet Christian wife in charge of the child care at the church.

Should I ask her? Should I call the police? Should I call the priest? Should I join her and suck goat cocks, fuck faggots, and cum in unholy, deviant sluts?”

I had to think long and hard about everything that has happened, I even asked myself if I was seeing things, I’m sure I saw my wife with her goats, I’m sure I saw the stables, I’m sure I saw a ton of pictures of my sweet Christian wife being fucked by other men and women all over the walls.

I’m I saw a satanic altar. I’m sure I saw a beast like the statue of a twelve ridged cock on the floor. I’m sure there was a pentagram painted on the floor. Mirrors on the walls. I’m sure so she can watch herself being serviced by the goats.

I’m just not sure what to do I think. I should say something. But I don’t know what to say. After I admit to seeing everything, am I prepared to lose everything, if I call the police, I wonder if I just call the priest, I could just meet with him and explain everything. I could tell him what I saw.

I wonder if I should go take my phone and take some pictures. I could show them to the priest. Maybe that’s the best approach. I’m going to have to send my wife off to do something, that’ll take a couple of hours. I’ll ask her if she can deliver some stuff to this job.

“I’m so busy, I can’t do it. right now. I need your help.”

I’m sure she’ll help me. So, I’m putting a plan together. I think this is the safest route.

So, I bundled up some stuff that I had to send anyway. It’s about forty miles away. I asked her to help and she said no problem. I loaded it up in the back of her trunk. She took off.

I went out to the barn and I went to open up one of the stalls. It was locked. I couldn’t get in. She must carry the keys with her. It’s an interesting lock. I can’t even look through the sides. it’s all boarded up. I can hear the goats inside, but I can’t see anything.

Now what do I do?

I’m sure she must have a backup key for an emergency. Just in case she loses one. Let me look through the house. I’m sure the name of the key is on the side, that will match that lock. I’ve never seen a lock like that. I went through the kitchen. I went through the living room. I finally got into our bedroom. I went through her drawers. I found nothing. Everything looks normal.

I slid the dresser away and behind it was a key taped to the back. That was it. I grabbed the key and took off for the stables. I put the key in the lock it opened it.

I took my phone out and took photos of everything, even the goats. Those goats are amazing standing there they must have had thirty-inch cocks hanging down. I took photos of all the walls, of the little statue, of the pentagram, of the altar.

I’m going to make sure I can show the priest.

I called up the church. I wanted to speak to the head priest and tell him that I had a problem. I will say that I need to discuss it with him. And ask him what I should do. That’s if he was available.

So, he got on the phone. I kind of gave him a little bit of an idea of what was going on.

“Please come over and bring what you have,” he said.

I jumped in my truck. My wife is still gone. I took off and went over to the church to meet with him. I went into his chambers and I gave him my phone. He proceeded to look at everything. He knew my wife she worked at the church. I told him I didn’t know where she got all this. I don’t know what came over her.

“I want to take copies of this stuff,” he said.

“Go ahead. Not a problem,” I answered.

After he looked at all the pictures, he said, “I will get back to you on this.”

“Is this normal?” I asked.

He didn’t really give me an answer. I did notice, however, when I looked down when we both got up and I shook his hand, I thought inside of his habit I could have sworn his cock was hard — I might be seeing things.

“Thank you, Father, for helping me,” I said.

Meanwhile, I drove back home. My wife wasn’t back yet. I got a call once, I got home from the priest.

“I want to come out and see this, first hand,” said the priest.

“Well, I don’t know,” I answered, “We really have to do it sometime when my wife’s not there. She’s not back yet. I could call her on her phone and ask her where she is.”

“Why don’t you do that? I’ll start driving out.”

“Okay,” I replied.

I called her.

“Hi, I’ve dropped off your stuff, but I’m now at the mall. I guess, I’ll be a couple of hours, okay?” She asked.

“Sure. That’s fine. Look, on the way back could you go by and pick up a package from the market?”

“Okay.”

I thought that this would buy us some extra time.

About then, the priest showed up. I took him out to the stables. I took the key and unlocked the stall, and he went inside. He looked at everything. He took more pictures of his own, similar to the ones that I had taken.

I went back into the house as I had left my phone there. When I came back out, the priest hadn’t heard me coming. I kind of crept up to the door. It was really quiet in there. I looked around the corner and the priest had his hand wrapped around the shaft of the beast and was jacking it off — I quickly pulled my head back.

I could not believe what I just saw. I asked myself what the heck was going on? This was crazy! This was totally crazy!

About then my phone rang. It was my wife.

“Hi, I’m almost home. Do you need anything else?”

‘Errr, no.”

Now, I had to make an excuse for why the priest was there. Damn it.

I walked inside the stall and told him that she’d be here probably in the next five minutes.

“That’s not a problem,” he said, “I want to talk to her — I will use the excuse that we need to discuss the children in the church — I have some questions for her.”

“That’s great,” I said with some relief.

Meanwhile, I locked the stall up. We both headed back into the house.

“Could you let me talk to her for a little while when she gets here?”

“No problem, Father,” I answered, “Is there anything you want me to do?”

“No, not just at the moment. You go ahead. Why don’t you take off when she shows up? You can make an excuse and let me spend some time talking with her.”

So, she finally arrives home.

“Hey, I got to go do something,” I said, “But the Father’s here. He wants to talk to you about the children at church.”

“Oh. Okay. He’s in the house?”

“Yes.”

So, I went ahead and drove off. I was gone for about forty-five minutes. I went into town grabbed a couple of things and came back. The priest’s car was still there. I came into the house and nobody was there. So, I looked out to the barn. The barn door was open.

I walked out there thinking he must have confronted her and asked her what was going on. I tiptoed out there, being really quiet. I was supposed to call them before I came back, but I didn’t. I just simply forgot to.

I walked down to the very back of the barn and crept up to the stall door. It was closed and I could hear the priest in there with my sweet wife. He sounded like he was breathing hard. I could hear her saying something.

“… Baby, open a little wider … That’s it. Do it for Satan. Open your legs a little wider … That’s it … I almost have it all the way in you …”

I had no idea what they were talking about. I couldn’t look inside. I just stood there.

The priest started to moan. He started to moan really loud.

“Bend over a little more … That’s it! … Doesn’t that feel good? … Don’t you just love that? … Don’t you just want more of it?”

“Oh, yes! Yes! Yes, I need more! More!” The priest moaned loudly, “Fuck me more!”

I didn’t know what to do. I just froze.

I figured I might as well open this thing up and go in and confront this thing head-on, but I hesitated.

“We’ve got to get my husband into this. We have to find a way for him to worship Satan,” she said.

“Yes! … Err … This must happen. Errr … We must have him with us,” the priest replied between moans. “I had an idea that he was thinking about calling the police … but I’m so glad he came to me instead … Errr … I think we can train him … and Satan the dark master God will help us.”

At that point, I just went back into the house. After hearing all this, I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t going to take this to anybody else, because I’m not sure how far this would go — and who knows?

About thirty minutes later, the priest and my wife came back. They acted as if nothing had happened.

“Well, I will get back to you. Nice seeing you both.”

“Thanks, Father, for coming over,” my wife said.

“Yes, I appreciate all the help with the children,” the priest said.

He drove off

Well, it was an extremely difficult day not knowing what to do. My wife was just absolutely normal. No big deal. I did notice a couple of times when she was walking around the house, that she likes to wear this house dress that is see-through — if you’re standing in front of the light.

I was sitting at the table and the light was coming through the door. She stood there. I looked over at her and I could see her huge nipples … and I could see something sticking out from between her legs. She’d just been in the bathroom for a while. I just figured she was taking a bath.

But now I thought it was something more sinister

I think it was something more sinful … more evil … when she’s alone with herself … I think she prays to the dark master and plays with herself … to please Satan … to please Lilith … to please all the demons on the dark side.

We ate dinner as normal. It was getting late. I went and took a shower and put on my pajamas. She put on a nightgown, obviously with no panties or bra. We climbed into bed and she cuddled up behind me. She reached around and started rubbing my penis. I didn’t know what to do. My penis got so hard. She slid it out through the front of my pajamas, holding on to it really tight, and jerking it up and down.

She whispered in my ear.

“Honey, does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Honey, have you been out in the barn?”

“Yes.” I hesitantly replied.

She gripped my cock harder.

“Honey, have you been in my stall where the goats are? Tell me the truth. Honey, tell me what you saw. Tell me what’s going through your mind right now.”

She jerked my cock really hard.

“Honey, I need to talk to you … you need to understand something … and I need to talk to you about it now.”

She was so smart to get my cock hard.

“Well, there’s a lot of things about me, honey, that you don’t understand. There are a lot of things about the church you don’t understand. There are a lot of things about Father that you don’t understand. And I want to explain this to you. I want to share this with you. I want you to be part of this … if I tell you these things, I need to know that you’re not going to share them with anyone … only me and Father for now. And then I’ll tell you about the others … can you do that?

She kept stroking my cock. I had all this cum dripping out at the end. She knew it felt so good. She reached around wiped the cum off the head and put it in her mouth.

“Honey pull your pajama bottoms off. Take them off, sweetie. That’s it. Kick them off. That’s it …”

Then my wife took her left hand place it on the back of my butt and started rubbing my little fuck-hole.

“Honey, does that feel good? Do you like it when I stroke your cock and I take my finger and rub your little fuck-hole?”

I can’t believe she called it a fuck hole. She put her finger to her mouth and sucked on it. She spit on it and placed it back against my fuck-hole. She pushed it inside.

“That’s it. That’s my little boy. That’s my little bastard child. You keep doing this for Mommy … that’s it sweetie … you do it for Mommy … push your little butt out …that’s it … open your cheeks up a little bit more and let Mommy get another finger in there … that’s it, sweetie … doesn’t that feel good having Mommy jack your cock off .. and have Mommy fingering your little, ass. Mmmm, fuck! You like that, don’t you?”

By now her fingers were worming their way inside me.

“Your Mommy’s little bitch. Mommy loves little bitches. Mommy loves to share her little bitch with other people … would you like that, honey? Wouldn’t that be fun, little bitch, ooh … your cock is so hard. You like that, don’t you? I can tell by your cock getting so wet at the tip … you’re breathing is getting really, really rough; and I can tell that you like my fingers in your ass-cunt.”

Her breath was hot against my ears. It sounded so sinful.

“I think it’s so important that I tell you, right now, that your wife is a whore and a slut and that she loves bestiality. That I fuck the goats all the time and other men, that come to worship Satan. They come over all the time, so I can let them deposit all their cum in my ass … in my cunt … and in my mouth. Sometimes they bring their wives and I enjoy eating pussy and sticking a huge crucifix in the cunt of another slut that worships Satan.”

She squeezed my balls and jerked me faster and faster.

“Honey, can I count on you to join us? Will you become one of us? You can fuck all you want … you can fuck anything you want … whatever your little heart desires … I’m there to help you. Do you understand? I don’t care. Girl or boy or beast … you can fuck them all and I will help you. I will even bring them to you. There’s a lot of them that are part of us and you should experience it. You should experience the filth the perversion … the evil … the decadence … the feeling of your cock exploding in the ass of another man and the feeling of your ass-pussy being fucked by multiple men. Yes, I can even dress you up, sweetie, as a cute little fagot and let you enjoy sucking off satanic men that love the closeness of another man.”

My mind was reeling.

“You could wrap your lips around his cock. Let him face-fuck you. Let him blow his load right down your throat, then you can turn him around and have him bend over. You can tongue-fuck his pussy. I know, honey, you’re going to love doing this … just like I do … that’s all I think about … all I care about is fucking … the feeling of lust …

“Think, all the young boys and girls, they’re perfect for Satan … they are ready for Satan … their Mommies and Daddies know exactly what they’re doing … Hail Satan, hail Lilith … now Honey, roll over let me put my mouth on your cock … let me squeeze your balls really hard … let me suck on it. I want you to blow your load, right down my throat …

“It’ll feel so good and then when you’re done … I have a strap-on and I want to fuck your ass-pussy. I want to fuck your ass-pussy for a couple of hours. I want to fuck your ass-pussy and I want you to call me, Mommy. I want to fuck your ass-pussy until your little cock gets hard again … and we’re going to do this all night … you’re going to get used to getting ass-fucked … because you’re a little bitch …

“I’m going to call the priest and he’s going to come back over tonight. He and I will take turns breaking you in and stretching your cunt-hole for the dark master … and then tomorrow will go out to the barn and you can suck some goat cock … just like I do … you can watch the goats fuck me, okay sweetie, is that okay,?”

By this time, I had totally given in. I just wanted to be used. I wanted to follow Satan. I wanted my pussy fucked up every day. I wanted to watch my wife be taken by all kinds of men and women. I wanted to be taken by animals.

I was so glad that I gave myself entirely to Satan.

I had decided to get a dog — a Great Dane — with a huge red rocket and a big knot. I had given in to my wife. I had given in to the dark side. Now, all I wanted to do was feel all the wicked pleasures. All the forbidden fruit. All I wanted to do was worship Satan — to worship my dark master.