Diane Peters and Madelyn Street met in the parking lot of Hope Baptist Church, just outside of Atlanta. By anyone's standards they were MILF's, and they got considerable attention pretty much everywhere they went.
Both women were in their mid-30's, and they had maintained their looks very well. They worked out nearly daily and had the bodies to show for it. Toned legs, tight abs and just the right amount of tanning from either lying by the pool or in the tanning beds, depending on the season, gave them perfect bodies.
Each had married well, to professionals roughly ten years their senior, and while an outsider might observe their families and think that the husband ran the household and these ladies were simply trophy wives, the truth was far more complicated. Each lady possessed a keen sense of her own sexuality and could usually fairly easily use this to get her way on each and everything inside the home. They teased and taunted, both playfully as well as a bit over the top, and weren't above denying sex for the slightest transgressions. These actions kept their husbands in a near constant state of arousal, and the ladies had trained them well so that they knew that their only chance at satisfying sex would come after pleasing them in some way.
The men weren't really aware of the fact that each of them was in the same situation. It wasn't because this was a secret; it was just that men don't usually talk about stuff like that with one another. Truth be told, it would not have been hard for them to figure it out, but neither put much thought to it. They each stayed busy at work and attempting to totally please their wives, while the wives enjoyed the spoils of the husbands' upper income salaries.
The ladies had met at church several years before and become fast friends. The church, like many in the South, was as much a social club as house of worship, and the politics of a Southern church would fluster trained political analysts. One needed allies, and Diane & Madelyn had each other's backs completely. As at home, they used their looks and sexuality, but in a much understated way. Nothing would be worse in that world than to be labeled a slut or a tramp, so they were never seen in anything less than completely appropriate. As Southern women do, though, they knew how to make themselves completely appropriate and drop dead gorgeous at the same time. Whether the ladies were in evening gowns at the Christmas program or carefree sundresses at a summer picnic, they knew that looking sexy yet acting naïve about it would be nearly irresistible to the guys yet unthreatening to the other women.
Today's meeting, though, was to be a game changer. Each had gone a bit overboard on Christmas spending and had forgotten to pay for their children (each had one teenage child) to go on the Spring Break trip that the church was sponsoring to the beach in Florida. Months earlier, they had told their husbands that it had been paid, but they had used the money for something else. They couldn't remember what; the money had probably gone to some club dues or spa treatments or something. It didn't really matter; the point was they had to get the kids on that trip. The kids already thought they were going and, besides, the ladies had plans that weekend and didn't need the kids around either.
A Southern Baptist church can be a bit like a feudal state with the pastor as overlord, so here Madelyn & Diane arrived, in the church parking lot, in front of the pastor's office, at 4:00 in the afternoon on Friday, February 14th.
They entered the office and were greeted by Regina, the church secretary, who informed them that the pastor was on the phone and that she thought he was about to go home for the day. She thought he was going to be taking his wife out for dinner that night, as it was Valentine's Day. As Madelyn and Diane had been up at the church often in various committee meetings and such, Regina thought nothing of it when Diane just smiled and nodded, and replied that they would just peek their heads in and say "hi."
They quietly walked down the hallway and entered the pastor's office.
Pastor Thomas glanced up and saw them enter. He was, in fact, on the phone and began to say into the phone, "Sir, I'll need to call you back, some... "But before he could finish, he noticed Diane shaking her head and motioning for him to keep talking.
The ladies moved over to a small sofa sort of caddy-cornered from his desk. Next to the sofa was a coatrack, so the girls removed their knee-length coats and hung them on the rack. They stood next to each other and the rack looking at Pastor Thomas for just a little longer than necessary. In reality, they just wanted him to notice what they looked like. He, of course, knew them well, but hadn't seen them like this. Diane, with her blonde hair pulled up, was in a short white dress, white stockings or hose and white heels. Madelyn looked just the opposite. A tight, brown bun, black dress, black stockings & black heels. They were ridiculously beautiful and dressed to kill, much more so than would ever be needed at church in normal circumstances, and when the girls noticed that the pastor had taken this in, through a slightly quicker blink than normal in his eyes, they took their spot on the sofa and acted as though this was something that they did every day.
Not surprisingly, the pastor ended his phone call and said, "Hello ladies, can I help you with something?"
Diane answered, "Yes, Pastor, we need to talk to you about the teen spring break trip," she smiled.
Recognizing this as an easy topic, he relaxed a bit, and said, "Oh, ok, sure. I have a few minutes."
"Well," Madelyn answered, "We know today's the deadline to pay for our kids, and we don't have the money to do so." She sheepishly grinned and bowed her head down a bit like she was embarrassed and bit on her lower lip slightly, all while maintaining direct eye contact.
Pastor Thomas swallowed hard, as this was quite a site to him, but he didn't realize that it was meant to be, so he maintained professionalism as best he could.
"Oh, Mrs. Street," he began.
"Madelyn," she firmly answered.
"What?" he answered quickly, knowing that, as pastor, he always maintained professionalism.
Madelyn giggled and answered, "Or Maddie, if you prefer; we've been friends long enough for that, haven't we? This is after all, just a friendly visit."
"Well certainly, of course," Pastor Thomas mumbled, really more to himself than to the ladies, as though he was convincing himself. "Maddie, it is,"
Her grin was gone and her expression changed to serious, "You know, Thomas, I think I really prefer Madelyn after all."
Stammered a bit, he responded, "Yes, of course, Madelyn," and nodded his head in agreement.
Madelyn's soothing smile came back instantly, as she knew that two things had just occurred. One, he hadn't objected when she dropped the "pastor" while addressing him, and two, he was taking orders from her with no objection.
As the pastor noticed her smile, the girls could sense his relaxing.
He looked a bit frazzled when he realized that he hadn't responded to the question that had started all of this.
He spoke, "Mrs., uh, Madelyn," he corrected himself, "That's not an issue. I can easily extend the deadline for you; I know you're good for it." He smiled as he finished.
This time Diane answered, she had a touch of a little girl voice that she could use, and it came out now. "But, sir, that's not the whole problem. We kind of, you know, had the money, but used it for other things."
Her blue eyes never left his, and she had such big beautiful eyes that he couldn't look away. He noticed a tear and thought she might cry. He desperately didn't want that. In reality, she was never going to cry, but she could make her eyes appear that way by not blinking for just a bit longer than usual. She suspected that she could play the helpless card and get this guy's protective instinct to kick in.
"What happened?" he asked, maybe thinking he could help.
"We can show you," Madelyn answered while standing. "I brought some of my check stubs to show you what happened." She bent over and pulled a file out of a case that she had carried in with her.
With this comment the pastor remembered the time and said, "You know, ladies, I will help you, but I have to go right now. It's Valentine's Day, and I need to pick up my wife."
Halfway acknowledging his response, Diane also stood, giving the illusion that they would be leaving.
"We know it's Valentine's Day; we have plans too. You don't think we look like this every day, do you, sir?" Diane said while turning slightly to give him a great view of her body.
"You two look very nice tonight," he agreed.
"This will be quick," Madelyn said, "We'll just show you one or two things, Tommy."
Before waiting for a response, she took the step or two to his desk and placed the file in front of him. He leaned back in his chair, allowing room for her, glanced down to look at the file. The girls moved around the desk on either side of him, really without his having given much thought to it, as Madelyn was opening the file at the time, and he was looking at the entries.
"See, Tommy," she continued, "Our hubbies gave us the money right before Christmas, and we spent it."
"On what?" he asked.
"Oh, Christmas gifts, I guess," she answered, giggling again.
"That would be a lot of gifts, girls," he said.
Now, from his right side, Diane spoke, "We just can't tell our husbands we spent that money, sir, we were hoping you could just cover for us, just between us, out of your discretionary church funds."
"I can't do that!" he exclaimed.
He suddenly realized that he was basically surrounded by the beautiful girls, so he looked for relief, away from the girls and back to the file in front of him on the desk. Looking for a way out, he spoke, "You couldn't have spent it all on gifts; what did you buy?"
"We spent it on gifts, sir," Diane answered, "And..." she let her voice drag a little and moved back slightly away from the desk.
