Church Ladies Guild Helps Refugees

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You might have seen the story in The Guardian about the pilot programme to resettle refugees in our village. If you didn't read that story you might have read the followup, which made it into all of the papers.

Many were angry because the government was trying to send other refugees to Rwanda. Having five Rwandans both claim asylum and peacefully settle into a small west country village upset that narrative.

I'm the vicar and I took a leadership role in what happened. This is my perspective.

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I was in the church quite early. The Ladies' Guild would be changing the flowers out later in the day but I like to make sure that things are clean before they are decorated. I was brushing the floors, wiping down the pews and so on.

I was wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. Albeit with a cleaner's tabard over the top. I had my auburn hair back in a ponytail, and was hoping I could be done and get to morning yoga with Himari.

Suddenly, the door opened and the dawn shone through. Then, five dark figures walked through. I have to admit to feeling quite scared at first but then I saw how they moved. These weren't violent assailants. They were people in need of help.

"Hello!" I called out.

"Help!" One of them called back in a very dry voice.

I knew from his accent that he came from an English speaking African country.

"Follow me!" I instructed and put down my cleaning rag to lead them towards the kitchen area. When we got there I put five glasses on the table and filled a jug with water. Then, as they were pouring water into their glasses, I filled another. They looked like they needed a lot of water.

I got a packet of Club biscuits down from a cupboard and they all took one. They seemed surprised by them but certainly weren't unhappy.

"You don't look well. How did you get here?"

The leader, whose voice I'd heard before spoke again.

"We come from Rwanda. But the government wants to kill us, so we went to the DRC. Then we flew to Nigeria and got on a cargo ship. Eventually we got here, claimed asylum and were in the resettlement centre down the road. But they said they were closing down. Government cuts. They said we have to find other places to stay now."

"I'll call a doctor to make sure you are looked after properly."

"Thank you. You truly are Christ's daughter."

I blushed and pulled out my phone.

"Himari, it's Amy. Can you come to the church early? Well now would be perfect. You see five men have come here seeking refuge and they look a bit ill. I want you to check them out. Excellent, see you then!"

"Good news. Dr Fujiwara will be here soon. She'll give you each a medical exam and prescribe any treatments you need. I think I should also call a lawyer for you. I don't know what they're doing at the resettlement centre but it sounds like you aren't their top priority. You'll need someone to check your paperwork."

I made another call.

"Hi Hava, it's Amy. Can you come to the church early? We have a bit of an issue that needs some legal advice. Five men from the resettlement centre need some help. Himari's going to come by and give them a medical but I know they'll need their paperwork checked. Can you come by and help with the legal stuff? Yes, Himari's going to be here in about half an hour. Anytime around then would be super."

I turned back to the five men and spoke.

"Hava Cohen's one of the best lawyers. And a member of the Ladies' Guild, like Dr Fujiwara. We're a very welcoming community."

"Not English then?" One of the men asked.

"Oh, they are British. I think Dr Fujiwara's parents moved here in the 80s so she grew up here her whole life. But she does speak Japanese, which is great. And Hava is Jewish but married a chap who owns a lot of land around here, Sebastian. She's an active member of our Church's Ladies' Guild and works hard to foster a community spirit in the village."

"Do you have more of these?" Another of the men asked, waving a wrapper for a Club. "We have not eaten for days."

"Oh gosh, yes. But I should probably get you some soup. If you haven't eaten for so long you won't want to shock your stomach. I looked in the pantry and found some tinned soups and baked beans that had been donated for next week's Harvest Festival. This was more urgent, so I emptied them into a big saucepan and put it on the stove.

The men were just finishing their second bowl of cock-a-leekie and baked bean soup when Himari arrived.

She was dressed for our yoga class but had a stethoscope around her neck. All five men perked up when they saw her. Perhaps it was the chocolate biscuits and soup. Perhaps it was the fact that Himari is a beautiful young woman. Lithe, small breasted, with lovely almond eyes.

She spoke to each man, listened with the stethoscope, used some other device to look in their ears and eyes. Then she took their blood pressure.

"They are all tired, slightly dehydrated, and a little undernourished. The water and soup was a good start. Frankly, they need more rest and water now. Then a sensible meal later in the day. Maybe Kashvi and Jing could put something together?"

Hava arrived as Himari was packing up. We had a chat.

"Closing that centre without a plan for what to do with the men in it was terrible. we need to make sure they don't need to steal. If they get arrested that would be a step towards deportation." Hava explained.

"How could we do that?" I asked.

"There are five men, and if Kashvi and Jing help out then there are five families helping out. Our husbands are all kind. I'm sure they wouldn't mind if we each had one in our guest rooms for a bit."

"I'm sure Derek would be happy if we hosted one of the men. But I'm the vicar. Would Sebastian be happy to host an asylum seeker, Hava? And what about Kenji, Himari? Would he object?"

They both made it very clear that their husbands were compassionate men. They would want to make our refugees feel welcome.

"These men are scared for their lives back home. They've taken huge risks to get here. The least we can do is offer them a clean, warm bed in our guest rooms and a seat at our dining table. We are so lucky. None of us fear poverty or political violence. We have a responsibility to share our good fortune with others."

We all agreed and it turned out that Himari and I did miss that yoga class. But this was most more fulfilling.

Himari wrote them prescriptions for bed rest and gentle nutrition. Not so much because it was necessary but to create a paper trail. Hava photographed the prescriptions. She promised to review their discharge papers from the resettlement centre with an immigration expert.

Then we called Kashvi and Jing and explained the situation. They were both happy to help out, so I got out our church minibus and dropped David off with Kashvi, then Joseph off with Jing. I took Eric home to meet Derek. Himari drove Richard home with her and Hava took Vince home to meet Sebastian.

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Once the men had been put to bed, we met back at the church to arrange flowers and have an emergency discussion about what help we could provide.

Hava took the lead.

"We must organise things so it's not a problem for the government. I didn't like that resettlement centre because it never resettled anyone. Now, they're just chucking them out. I suspect the minister wants to cause trouble, so she can send them back to where they'll be killed. So, we must do three things. First, my colleague will help them with the legal process. Second, we need to make sure that they are not a burden on the taxpayer, so commit to keeping them in the village. Finally, we need to generate popular support for their case. I think Xara at the Argus can help with a well written story in the local paper. That could generate additional radio and TV reporting."

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The next day, Hava brought a specialist lawyer to the church to review their paperwork. So many hours of storytelling and letter writing took it out of everyone. So Kashvi and Jing brought in a wonderful Indian and Chinese buffet.

By day three the men were ready to speak to the press. Xara came by with a photographer. She showed how woefully thin they all were. Then how we were helping five peaceful men who were fleeing from a relentlessly violent regime.

It was only on the fourth day that we started to realise the full scale of what we needed to commit to.

"Richard hasn't had sex for almost a year." Hava told me the next morning. "He was trembling when I saw him at breakfast and he confessed that he's struggling to hold it together."

"That's what it was," I replied. "I think that Eric must be experiencing the same issue. I suppose they all are."

We both looked sad. We'd all been married for several years and while we never discussed it with each other, I assumed we were all having sex a few times each week. I knew that I'd go nuts if I wasn't getting Derek's dick. I know Derek needed sex with me, too. Those poor young men were about our age and must feel the same things as us.

"How can we help them, do you think?" Hava asked.

"The lack of sex will be adding to their stress. They already have so much stress, the claim process, adapting to a new society, and missing their families back home. We should call a Church Ladies' Guild meeting and brainstorm ideas."

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All 17 members of the Ladies' Guild assembled around my dining table that evening. Derek was in charge of making tea, so he heard some of the conversation.

We discussed how we could lower their stress levels. We all agreed that alcohol and drugs were a bad idea. Any misbehaviour would cause them problems with their claims. Work would have been a possibility but paid employment was forbidden. And our village already had people doing all the other volunteer roles.

Lyndsey suggested journaling but Himari warned that it was as likely to trigger PTSD and other issues.

"It's a shame our husbands would object to us helping them ourselves," I said. "They're all very handsome."

The meeting ended without a resolution and people put on their coats and left.

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"I overheard most of your discussion, you know." Derek said.

"Well we weren't whispering and trying to keep things quiet."

"I know. And I think you are wrong."

"Wrong? How?"

"I think that most husbands would be quite happy to have their wives help these poor men through a difficult time."

"What do you mean, Derek?"

"I mean that if you wanted to, I wouldn't mind if you cuckolded me with Eric. And I bet that Kashvi, Jing, Himari, and Hava's husbands wouldn't mind either. In fact, I know for a fact that Sebastian wouldn't just accept it but be very enthusiastic."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that most men would be happy to listen to or watch their wives fucking a very sexy man. It's a huge thrill. That's why cuckolding is always such a popular topic in online porn searches."

"Oh, and you're an online porn expert are you?"

"I prefer the term connoisseur, but yes, I've looked at it. Mostly when I've been away on business. But I'm not going to claim complete ignorance or abstinence."

"So, what do you suggest?"

"It's not for me to suggest next steps. I just want you to know that you have my complete support if you choose to have sex with Eric. I know you're the vicar and you might feel constrained, but I'm not your bishop. I'm not telling you that you must. But at the same time, I am removing myself as a barrier."

"Would you speak with Seb, then? And maybe the others? Eric is pretty hot."

Then I rolled over and kissed him while reaching for his cock.

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Seb, it turned out, was as keen as Derek suggested. And they took it on themselves to ask the other husbands sharing their homes with our asylum seekers. There was consensus. We not only had a duty to help, we'd all enjoy helping. The wives would enjoy the sex and the husbands would enjoy watching.

So, Hava hosted us all at the manor house. Kashvi, Jing, Himari and I all brought our husbands and guests. At first, we left them in the 'den' where they could watch TV, play computer games, or read paperback novels.

We quickly agreed that cuckolding our husbands would not only be enjoyable, it would be doubly helpful for our guests. They would feel better and that improvement in their status would make it even harder for an immigration court to send them back.

We brought them in and explained what we had agreed. All five men were delighted. The meeting quickly adjourned and we all went home, eager to start relaxing our guests.

But before that could happen, Himari insisted on overseeing STI tests. After all, it's one thing to be welcoming but something else to risk our own health. The results came back in just a few days and they were all clean, so we could begin.

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Eric is not just tall and slim. He's also long and thick. I was a little shocked when I saw how large he was. I'd only had sex with seven men before Derek. Frankly, there was very little between them. Some were a bit longer and others a bit thicker. But they were all pretty average. Enjoyable, for sure but nothing to write home about.

Eric was definitely not going to be able to fit his full length inside me. In fact, the problem was that he might be too thick to get through the door. Fortunately, we had some silicone lube. And I gave him a very sloppy blowjob to get him extra wet.

I lay down and watched as he lined himself up. I noticed that he pulled his foreskin back before pushing in. Derek always keeps his helmet covered. He says he likes the way my pussy retracts it for him.

Progress was slow and I was glad of it. Eric needed to constantly come back out and reinsert himself, so my poor muscles had a chance to loosen. But eventually he bottomed out and I told him he had to stop there.

He nodded and pulled out, then pushed back in, starting a rhythm.

I don't know how long it lasted but it was far longer than Derek lasts, or any of my previous lovers. I know that I came twice and they were intense orgasms that left me incapable of any thought beyond the physical pleasure Eric was delivering.

Eventually I saw his face change. He was approaching his own climax and I wrapped my calves around his and placed my hands on his buttocks. I didn't want him to pull out. I wanted him to cum deep inside me because I knew that Derek would want to clean me up. We'd discussed Derek's interest in cuckolding. Cleanup was even more exciting to him than watching me fuck Eric.

There was a final thrust. Eric stopped. Then I felt his cock pulse, pulse, pulse as he pumped an immense amount of cum deeper inside me than any man had before. At that moment I was glad I was on the pill. I could only imagine how powerful his sperm was. If I came off the pill, I thought, he'd put a black baby in my fertile married white womb within a month.

What would the bishop think?

What would my parents think?

What would my parishioners think?

Then, he rolled off me and Derek put his face between my legs straight away. He licked, he sucked, and he probed. It felt so good, so loving. My husband was both supporting my caring vocation and showing his physical love for me.

Those thoughts, more than the licking and sucking and probing, brought me to a third orgasm of the night. Once again, I lost all thought. I was only able to experience the moment. Only able to be blown around by the intense tides of pleasure that took control of me.

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My experience was not unique, apparently.

The Church Ladies' Guild was a formal committee. The Church Girls is a WhatsApp group we created for those of us hosting a guest. And it blew up. They all, it turns out, were A+ lovers.

But while our sex lives were going well, the paperwork fixes were not not. Hava was still worried that there was a significant risk that they'd be rounded up and deported.

We convened a formal committee meeting at the church.

"The government doesn't want to accept Rwanda as a dangerous place," Hava explained. "They want to deport lots of asylum seekers there. Without something to tie them to this country, there's a real risk that they'll be put on a plane."

"What would count as a tie to this country?" I asked.

"Only family, unless they had money to invest in a business. But then they'd need a different kind of visa anyway."

"What would count as family?"

"Marriage could. Or children."

"Well I'm not going to divorce Kenji and marry Richard. But I bet Kenji wouldn't mind if Richard gave me a baby. We've been thinking about starting a family for a while now. Maybe this would be the perfect opportunity."

"You and Kenji would both be happy for you to have another man's baby? A black baby that would look nothing like Kenji?" Hava asked.

"Hey, Seb isn't the only one that loves being cuckolded. All our husbands do. I bet they'd all be delighted at the thought of us having beautiful babies fathered by black African men. I know that Kenji would be exceptionally smug if he could show off a blackanese baby to his friends and family."

"It's not just Kenji that would love a blasian baby," said Jing. "I know that Peter would be ecstatic if I gave him a baby fathered by another man. He's been whispering to me about it every night after Joseph cums in me. 'Oh, Jing, what if your pill doesn't work? What if Joseph makes you pregnant?' He's so keen for it to happen."

And that was the consensus. So we all went home and asked our husbands if they were just fantasising. Would they really be happy for everyone they ever met to know they were happy cuckolds? The Church Girls WhatsApp group got five thumbs up icons.

It was time to talk with our guests.

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"Gentlemen, you know that the government is doing its best to find an excuse to deport you. Right now they are based solely on the political situation in Rwanda. They want to send refugees to Rwanda, so letting you stay would upset their policy."

Hava was an impressive speaker. Despite being barely 150cm tall and still fitting into shoes sized for children, she dominated the room.

"But," she continued, "there is another path."

Suddenly the men shifted. Their previously downcast faces showed some hope.

"If we can create a family connection to this country then you'd have an additional reason to be granted a permanent right to stay. We, the five families in front of you, have discussed that and would like to make that offer."

Hava nodded at me and I continued.

"The long and short is that if you give us babies then you'll have a family tie to this country. So would you be willing to get us pregnant?"

Broad smiles. All five looked very happy indeed. Eric spoke.

"I would be very happy to give you a baby."

Then Richard spoke.

"And I would love to give you a baby, Himari."

They each confirmed their happiness to give us each a baby.

"What happens," Joseph asked, "if there is a problem and not all of us can give one of you a baby?"

"That's a good point," Himari noted, "it could take several months for some of us. And it can take longer for about 10 percent of women."

"Could we ask other members of the Church Ladies' Guild to help?" Kashvi asked.

I looked at the five men and asked them.

"If we could arrange it, would you be willing to give more women babies?"

We got a strong yes from them all. So now it was time to see if more than the core group would help.

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Himari was able to remove Kashvi's and Hava's IUDs. She told Jing and me to take all the pills left in our packs. That was just eight for me. Our fertility should return in a couple of months.

Meanwhile, we had quiet conversations with Maureen, Ailsa, Lyndsey, Fiona, Mary, Annika, Birgitta, and Valentina. The other Ladies' Guild members were sadly too old to conceive.