Feature Writer: Blue Eyed Guy
Feature Title: The Church Lady
Story Codes: Cheat, MF, Voyeur
Uploaded: 16.07.2013
Author’s Notes: Is this story true? Well, most parts are and a couple are simply poetic license
Link: http://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2013/62724
The Church Lady
I was twenty-two and not much with the ladies and in all honesty, had only been laid once and that was by some skanky, drunk chick who I think was passed out for most of it. Guess you could say I was searching for something and got involved with a local fire and brimstone church, mainly because one of its members was a hot young girl I knew from college. Interestingly enough, I never did get to bang her, but I did find other salvation in the church.
It was 1986 and one of my favorite masturbatory women was Pat Benatar. Ironically, the female music director at the church looked a little like her with the high cheek bones and hair style. And, she could also sing like an angel ; no pun intended.
The church had a tradition where every week, a few of the longtime members of the church would visit one of the newer members to answer any questions and just generally “check in” on them. My turn came around and wouldn’t you know it, Paula, the music director, was one of the people in the group of three or four people. Her husband, Dave, who I had talked to a couple times and seemed quite boring, wasn’t with the group that night. Interesting.
Paula spotted my guitar and asked if I played. I explained that I had taken a few lessons, but wasn’t very good at all and had forgotten most of what I had learned. She said that maybe I could get back to playing and accompany her some time with music at the church. Actually, I had been meaning to get back to playing and it might be fun to spend some time alone with Paula practicing. I never figured I would have a chance with her since she was married, but hey, hanging out with a good looking woman is never a bad thing.
As it turned out, Paula and Dave often invited me to their place for dinner and to watch sports. Sports were the one thing Dave and I had in common and it at least made him seem a little interesting. The more time that we spent together, the more I became infatuated with Paula. She had a tight little body, with nicely sized and shaped breasts and a great ass.
She also wasn’t as stodgy as most of the people in the church and still listened to some rock music and had more fun than playing BINGO at the church.
I noticed that Dave was the typical Christian husband; domineering, demanding and offering little attention to his wife. I made a mental note of that as what I figured was a chink in the armor of their marriage and started to pay attention to Paula, just giving little compliments here and there and letting her know that I appreciated her friendship.
One night, the three of us went to a Baltimore Orioles game. It turned out that I had to work unexpectedly during the day and Paula and Dave lived about a half-hour away from me and in between me and Baltimore, which was about one and half hours away. I was dead tired, but enjoyed the game. When we all got back to their house, Paula noted how tired I was and was afraid I’d fall asleep on the ride home. Their son was away with a friend and she suggested I stay in his room and could head home in the morning.
Dave thought it was a good idea, so I figured, why not? As it turned out, their kid’s room was right next to theirs and the walls of the old house were pretty thin.
I could hear Paula and Dave talking about plans for the next day and just life in general and then it became sort of quiet. I figured they had gone to sleep. What I heard next made me perk up and listen closer.
“Come on, Dave, I know you’re tired, but I’m so horny and we haven’t had sex in over a week. Please, baby, I don’t even care if you just finger me, please make me cum,” pleaded Paula.
“You know I don’t appreciate when you talk like that. Just stop,” was Dave’s response. “Paula stop. I simply don’t want to have sex tonight, so stop being so lewd and touching yourself like that.”
“Come on, honey. At least watch me rub myself and let me see your dick and pretend you’re inside of me. Look how wet I am, babe. Watch me make myself cum if you don’t want to fuck me, just watch me, cum.”
At this point, Paula was speaking softer and I decided to venture to the hallway to hear what she was saying. I thought it would at least be awesome to hear her cumming, if that’s what she was going to do. When I got to their door, I noticed it was open just the slightest bit and I could barely see inside the room, which was dimly lit by a big light outside the house.
I was eventually able to make out Paula on her knees sideways on the bed, completely naked and rubbing her pussy. Dave was laying next to her on his back and I could see that he was naked, but amazingly, his cock wasn’t even hard even with what was going on in front of him.
Here, feel how wet I am,” Paula said as she took her fingers that were wet with pussy juice and rubbed them on Dave’s cock.
“Paula, stop. Just because you’re acting like a slut, doesn’t mean that I want my penis to smell like one.”
“Here, let me lick that off for you,” said Paula as she grabbed his dick and started to move her head closer.
“Paula, for the last time, no!”
“God, I can’t take not getting fucked,” said Paula in a louder voice than before and laid down on her back, still naked.
I made note of the fact that Dave wasn’t satisfying her sexually and counted that as another chink in the armor. I was just about to go back to my room, figuring the show was over, when I noticed that Paula hadn’t covered up and her hand had started to move again. She was quietly squeezing her left breast with her one hand and rubbing her pussy with the other. Needless to say, I continued to watch and it wasn’t long before her hips started to move slowly up and down on the bed as Dave started to snore.
Thinking I should enjoy the moment and play with my own rock hard cock, I reached into my underwear – the only thing I was wearing – and grabbed a hold of my dick and started to jerk off. Being a little careless, my head pushed the door a little as I leaned back to continue watching. Paula quickly stopped and looked toward the door. I froze, with my cock in my hand, not knowing what to do. In just a few seconds, laid her head back on the pillow and went back to work on herself. I didn’t know if she just dismissed what she thought she heard or saw or if she knew I was out there and just didn’t care if I watched, since her husband wouldn’t.
Dave slept on and Paula’s hips started to move a little harder and she started to quietly moan as she reached orgasm. Thanks to being clumsy, I could now see her much better as the light bounced off those great breasts and I could even hear the squishing sound of her fingering herself to orgasm.
“Mmmm. Yeah, make me cum,” she whispered to some imaginary lover.
“Oh, I need that cock. Fuck me, baby. Spray me with your cum. Ahhhhhh, fuck yeah,” she exclaimed as her body tensed and her hand froze with a couple of fingers still inside of her. She laid still for a little while, letting out some soft whimpers before heading into the master bathroom to clean herself up.
With the show officially ended, I headed back to my room and went to work on my cock. Knowing that the walls were thin and that she could likely hear me as well as I had heard her, I also left a slight crack in the door in case she wanted to investigate. I imagined the scene I had just witnessed and geared my dialogue toward a very specific audience.
“Yeah, baby, squeeze your titties and watch me jerk off on them. Yeah, I love watching you rub your pussy and making yourself cum. You are so fucking hot and you make my cock so hard.”
I continued to jerk myself off and kept trying to see if I could see any movement near the door, but it was just too dark to tell. If she was there, I knew she could see me, because there was a small night light near the bed that lit me up pretty well.
“Oh, God, baby, I wish I could fuck you. At least we can watch each other get off. Oh, I’m cumming baby. I’m going to cover your tits with my cum. Yeah, baby, cum with me!”
With that, I shot a good, solid load of cum into the air and it landed on my stomach. I felt like I was going to pass out and was literally dizzy from everything that had just happened, but I thought of one last piece of dialogue.
“Oh, baby, lick my cum off of me and let me lick the cum off your fingers. Mmmm, baby, you are so fucking hot.”
As I came down to Earth, I still didn’t know if she had watched my performance as I did hers or not. I cleaned myself up and went to sleep still thinking about everything that had happened.
THE END