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Preacher’s Wife Becomes a Gloryhole Slut
“Okay, okay, let’s all take our seats,” said Reverend Lance Green.
The tall man pushed up his glasses as he stood at the podium. Kristen moved with the others to her seat when she noticed her father was talking with Mrs. Green, the preacher’s wife. They were having a friendly chat, nothing out of the ordinary, but that didn’t stop Kristen’s naughty mind from bursting with a hot thought.
Seeing Mrs. Green’s pink lips moving, she realizes she would be so great at sucking cocks. Like at a gloryhole. But how would the preacher’s faithful wife become a gloryhole slut? It was clear that her father and mother would be behind it.
After all, in the naughty version that Kristen thought lived only in her mind and the pages of her special journal, her father was a stud who fucked as many women as he could. Married women were a treat he loved. And Kristen’s mother encouraged it.
The story flashed with such heat in her mind, she had to write it now. So as Reverend Green asked everyone to sit down for the opening prayer, Kristen hurried out of the worship hall toward a quiet place in the foyer where she could write. She sat down and pulled her special journal out. She had bought it with her bible, both fitting in the cloth carrying cover.
She unfolded the story. The last one was about Natalie and Carson fucking Ms. Kwon. That had been a fun story, but this would be even hotter.
I have to go back a few months, thought Kristen. If she’s a gloryhole slut today, it must have taken some time to get her there. Ooh, yes, yes, that’s perfect.
She started writing.
* * *
It all started two months ago when Mrs. Green confided in my mom. “I’m just not being satisfied in bed by my husband.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” Mom said that fateful day. “You’re not having any orgasms.”
“I’ve never had an orgasm. It hadn’t mattered before, but now that I’m getting older, I just… feel the need for more.”
“Mmm, the dirty thirties,” Mom said. “And the filthy forties. I get it. That’s why my husband and I do lots of roleplay.”
“Roleplay? But he’s not even interested in sex.”
“Maybe you should come over and have my husband and I talk to you in private,” Mom said, already thinking dirty thoughts. Could I get Tonya to suck cock at a gloryhole and film it? thought my horny mother. Preacher’s Wife Becomes Gloryhole Slut. What a title that would make. “Come over this Friday. The kids are all out of the house.”
And with that, the stage was set. When Friday night arrived, my parents were ready to seduce the preacher’s wife and turn her into something naughty.
* * *
Mrs. Tonya Green, Two Months Ago
“I’m so glad you could make it,” said Ashley Miller when she opened the door. The blonde woman had a big smile on her lips. She wore a silk bathrobe of purple that clung to her curvy form. “Come in, come in. This will be just the night you need. We’ll teach you all about how to achieve intimacy with your husband.”
“Okay,” I said, so nervous. I couldn’t believe I was here, but I was just getting so desperately horny. It just started out of nowhere. I had sex to have my son and daughter, but that was about it, and now…
Now I was clawing the walls wanting to make love all the time, and Lance didn’t want to.
I entered the house to find her husband in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He had a glass of white wine in his hand. He smiled as he proffered it. “You look like you’re a tad nervous.”
“Oh, I don’t drink,” I said, my insides squirming. I wore a floral-print dress that cinched at the waist. Sleeveless, it had a scoop neckline but wasn’t that daring.
“It’s just one glass,” Ashley said as she picked up her own and sipped it. “Mmm, that’s good. Keith buys the best wine.”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.
“And it’s not always the most expensive, either,” he said as he handed me the wine.
I took it and sipped at it. The warmth spilled over my tongue and down my throat. The nervousness in my stomach lessened. I didn’t normally drink, but it was helping. So I had a deeper drink of it. I quivered as it poured down my throat.
That was good. I just had to calm down. That was it.
Keith smiled at me. He was a handsome man. Too handsome. Just looking at him sent this naughty wave of heat rushing out of my nethers. The itch in my pussy that I hadn’t been able to satiate for such a long time burned even hotter. I swallowed, my juices flowing.
Why did he have to be so tall? His brown hair was so much like Lance’s, but Keith had this rugged confidence to him. The type of man that I could see getting his hands dirty. Working on cars. Fixing a burst pipe. Doing all those manly things around the house that Lance was so helpless with. Keith even had muscles. He worked out. Had a strong body for a man in his early forties.
“Let’s sit down,” Ashley said, patting the couch beside her.
I moved to her and sank down with Keith sitting on my left. He wore a spicy cologne. It was such a delicious and manly scent. I crossed my legs tightly, my clit throbbing. I took an even deeper sip of my wine and…
Finished it off.
The heat was settling through me. This warmth was so relaxing and yet did nothing for that naughty itch between my thighs. Keith grabbed the bottle and was filling my glass before I even realized it.
“Thanks,” I said and took another sip. “Mmm, that’s really good.”
“So,” Ashley said, her voice throaty. She had this wicked gleam in her eyes. “When my husband is trying to catch my attention, he likes to flirt with other women.”
My eyes widened. “Flirt!” She shot my husband a glance. “You flirt with other women in front of your wife!”
“Of course,” he said. “Really gets her excited to see that other women find me attractive. Then she’s all over me.”
“Oh, yes,” she said. “Jealousy can add just that right amount of spice. Maybe… you should try flirting with other men in front of your husband. Show him he has competition.”
“Oh, no, I can’t do that,” I gasped and took another deep drink of my wine. It was so good. And that warmth just… evened things out.
“Sure you can,” said Ashley. “Look, why don’t you practice on my husband.”
“What?” I gasped. “Oh, I mean…”
“Just use your feminine wiles on him,” purred Ashley. “Act a little coy. Smile. Flutter eyes. Compliment him. Maybe touch his muscular arm.”
“I… Well… I…” I was floundering. I finished off the glass of wine and set it on a coaster on the coffee table. “I don’t know how to do that. I’ve only ever been with one man. There’s no way I can do that.”
Keith smiled at me. “My, my, it’s nice seeing you here, Tonya. You are looking so gorgeous tonight. Did you get a new haircut?”
“Well, I did.” I blushed, my cheeks burning so bright. His finger stroked one of my black tresses. “Thanks for, um, noticing.”
“Hard not to,” he said. “Your husband is a lucky, lucky man.”
“You’d think that,” I muttered. This wasn’t working. I wasn’t being flirty. I wanted this from my husband. “He never pays any attention to me. Always praying and reading the bible and working.”
“And you’re just wilting,” he said. “A rose that blooms and no one witnesses the beauty is such a waste, but…” He leaned in and whispered. “I see you blooming. I see how gorgeous you look. That dress is delicious.”
“This… It’s so modest.”
“Modesty suits some women,” he said, his hand resting on my knee. My skirt had ridden up without me realizing it. He stroked up my thigh. Heat rushed up my leg to my pussy. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
I stared into his eyes as his hand worked up and down my thighs, pushing beneath my skirt. I should stop this, but I just felt so good. Warm and wet. I needed that itch scratched, and his eyes promised that he would.
My husband had neglected me. He had ignored his husbandly duties, and now… Now Keith Miller worked his hand up and down my thigh. I shuddered, wetting my lips. I was supposed to flirt with him. Say something, but all I could think about was…
Kissing him.
* * *
She knows she shouldn’t do this, but she’s been frustrated for so long. Her husband wasn’t touching her, and this felt so wonderful. She can’t resist my daddy’s magnetism. No woman can. Her pussy is on fire.
He’ll satiate me, ripples through her thoughts.
She knows that as he leans forward to claim her lips, that she’s going to be with her second man. Tonight, she’s going to cuckold the preacher with my daddy. She wants it more than she’s ever wanted anything.
Daddy claims her lips. Her pussy bursts with delight.
* * *
Mrs. Tonya Green
Warmth washed out of my pussy as Keith Miller claimed my lips.
This wasn’t my husband, but I didn’t care. I knew he would satiate me. He wouldn’t leave me frustrated. I would finally have an orgasm. I shuddered as his hand climbed higher up my thigh as my lips worked on his.
His tongue pushed on my lips and slipped into my mouth. He kissed me with such warmth. Such passion. His hand pushed between my thighs and found my panties. I wore a satin pair. A nice one that I rarely wore. For anniversaries.
I must have known this would happen. That was why I had put them on. I shuddered as his hand worked up and down my pussy lips. His fingers stroked me, working up and down my slit. He touched me in ways that my husband had never done.
And Keith did it so naturally.
I kissed him with passion, whimpering with such wanton need. I loved the feel of his fingers working up and down my pussy. I quivered with delight, my toes flexing and relaxing. My nipples throbbed.
And his wife watched. Ashley rose from the couch and was staring at us. I didn’t care, either. In fact, I liked what she was watching. That made my adulterous pleasure even more exciting. I trembled with delight.
I would do anything this man wanted.