Fighting Temptation...And Losing
Chapter 1 -- The Problem
The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly knelt in front of the altar and prayed fervently. With all his heart. He prayed for strength to live the Lord's will. He prayed for strength to resist temptation -- his biggest need in his mind. And then he prayed for sin.
The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly was completely aware that he was committing the grossest of sins, praying for sin. Fervently wishing it with all of his being. And therein lie the inherent contradiction in The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly's life.
He was truly devout, totally and honestly believed in the full panoply of the Christian faith. Though raised a Catholic, he had been unable to accept a life without a woman. After all, that particular proscription didn't become extant until 1022 when Pope Benedict VIII banned marriages and mistresses for priests. Prior to this time, it was perfectly normal and permissible for priests to have multiple wives and mistresses/concubines. The change was made solely to protect church property from inheritance. As far as he was concerned, it was in total contradiction to the essential nature of Christ's teachings and also of the Bible's admonition to go forth and be fruitful and multiply.
So he had accepted the Protestant faith in order to marry the girl of his dreams, all of his dreams, both pure and most especially the impure dreams. The fact that Faith was equally as devout was something that he hadn't counted on, hence his praying for sin. For the sin of lust. In Faith.
He wanted his precious wife to be lustful. It wasn't as though she was cold or anything. Faith had never resisted him in any way, always dutifully complying with his every wish, as long as he expressed it. But there was never any type of spontaneity from Faith in any way sexually. She was completely subservient, willing, though not obsequiously so.
And Faith was beautiful, beautiful beyond Michael's wildest dreams. She was small, only just over 5 feet tall, but she had an angelic face that was always framed by the incredible mass of her long, ringleted red hair which hung down to her waist. Lightly freckled, her bright green eyes sparkled whenever she smiled, her bright white teeth gleaming as the bright rosy tip of her tongue would slightly protrude from between her lips, something she was totally unaware of, he was certain. For such a small woman, her 34C breasts seemed huge, her dark pink silver-dollar-sized aureolas tipped by nipples the size of the end digit of her pinkie finger -- he'd actually measured to see the proportion once. Her fiery red bush barely concealed her delectable pussy, which brought Michael to his present situation, on his knees in front of the altar, trembling and praying for help.
Because The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly was completely and totally addicted to his wife's body and the delights he found therein. He could never stop thinking of her. Every chance he got, he was ravishing her in whatever way his fancy was struck at the moment. And with nary a single complaint or hesitation to comply on her part.
As long as there was nothing in the Bible prohibiting a thing, then according to Faith's interpretation of her beliefs, it was okay. Even 1 Corinthians 7, the only place in the Bible where celibacy is even mentioned, says that 'The husband should fulfill his wife's sexual needs, and the wife should fulfill her husband's needs. The wife gives authority over her body to her busband, and the husband gives authority over his body to his wife.'
Therefore, since there were no specific sexual acts between married couples that were even mentioned, when Michael wanted his cock sucked, Faith sucked his cock, never failing to swallow every drop of his cum. If he wanted to fuck her ass, no problem. And he took advantage of this acquiescence as often as possible, usually several times a day, never with any hesitation or complaint on Faith's part.
And yet he found himself on his knees praying for his wife to be sinful. His lust was almost completely taking over his soul, blinding him to everything else that he had always believed and practiced.
For whatever reason, The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly had decided that he just had to see his wife lusting for him, openly desiring him. He had even imagined her having sex with other people, both men and women. And he wanted her to want it herself, to lust for a sexual depravity that knew no bounds. There was no reason for this, no sign in any way from Faith that she had ever entertained any such thoughts, yet The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly found himself constantly filled with thoughts and visions of this type.
Groaning out loud as he pushed to his feet, The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly was close to tears. Here in the most sacred act of prayer, in the house of God, in front of His altar, the only thing he could think of was watching his wife openly lusting for him sexually, being taken by other men and women. Almost in tears, he realized that he really and truly needed help, that he was becoming lost.
But to whom could he possibly turn? He was
The Pillar
of religious devotion in their community. He was looked up to. He served his flock and community with an honest passion and zeal, completely and selflessly giving of himself, trying to bring the love of the Lord into their lives through example. And yet he was himself the basest of them, so completely dominated by his uncontrollable lust that he felt helpless. There was no way he could seek help from anyone in their town; that was out of the question.
Tears rolling down his face in the depths of his despair, The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly realized that his only choice was to turn to his spiritual, as well as administrative superior, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey. Though only a few years older than Michael, Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey had been fast-tracked for advancement. Michael knew that it would be another 15-20 years before he would be considered for a Monsignor's promotion.
Though they weren't particularly close, Michael had a good working relationship with the Monsignor, actually admiring and respecting him for his obvious devotion and the depth of his knowledge, having had the benefit of a Jesuit education before himself turning to Protestantism for the exact same reasons that Michael himself had so done; he had fallen in love and didn't want a life without a woman. The commonality they found in their attitudes towards the Vatican's version of Christianity had created a friendly and warm relationship between the two men.
His hand shaking as he picked up the phone, Michael dialed Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey's number and waited as it rang. When he heard Sheamus' deep rich voice answer, he immediately felt both a cold chill run down his spine and a sense of relief that he knew help was at hand.
"Sheamus, Monsignor," Michael began, then blurted out, "I'm in terrible trouble and I need help and don't know where to turn. I can't think of anyone but you."
"Michael, Michael, what on earth is the matter?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked, truly shocked, as The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly was one of the rocks upon which his diocese depended.
In the four years they had known each other and worked together, there had been an uncommonly strong bond of shared experience, thought, and belief that had always made it very comfortable for Sheamus, realizing that his lofty position with respect to his age was sometimes a problem with some of the older pastors who fell under his jurisdiction.
"I'm having a terrible moral and spiritual crisis," Michael replied, almost sobbing. "It's so terrible I don't even know how or if I can talk about it, but I must do something, for it's just tearing me apart."
"Michael, I want you to come to see me, right now," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "We'll talk, privately and face to face, and see if we can't find a way through this for you. Are you okay to drive, to come see me?"
"Yes, yes, I can drive," Michael said, swallowing a sob. "I just don't know what's happened to me."
"Well, try not to think about it, try to enjoy the drive and we'll talk when you get here," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said.
