"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession"
It had been many years since Tony Torrello had heard these words. Many years since he had spoken them himself. Had he actually been a real priest, he would have heard them often, but Tony was far from a man of the cloth. Only two days before, he had taken his leave from Belfrey prison. A leave that was not exactly condoned by the authorities. He was surprised how easy it had been. Although Belfrey was a minimum security establishment, he had expected at least some traces of security; to be questioned by a guard or something. But leaving was frighteningly simple. Wearing a suit that he had traded a carton of cigarettes for, he had just strolled out of the main gate and to freedom. For two days he had hitched from town to town, trying to put as much distance between himself and the prison gates as possible, until he had arrived at Potterton. The small town had caught his imagination, with its friendly atmosphere, neat little homes and white painted church. For some reason the church had drawn him in. Although of Italian descent and brought up in a religious family, Tony had turned his back on the church at an early age and instead taken to small time corruption and petty crime, his latest confidence trick leading him straight to the doors of Belfrey prison. But now the church intrigued him. At first he had entered the confessional box for fun, really, just to see if it was as he remembered it, but when he heard voices echoing around the building, he had stayed put for fear of being discovered. The last thing that he had expected was to find himself mistaken for a priest and being asked to hear a confession A smile played across his lips as he wondered if he could pass himself off as a man of God.
Tony sank back into the darkness of the confessional box. "Please continue, my child," he said, trying to keep the smile from his face. "What is your confession?"
Although he could not make out the face of the confessor, the voice was definitely female with the soft lilting tones of an Irish accent.
"I have committed adultery again, Father."
"Again? You mean that this has happened before?" Said Tony, getting more into character.
"Yes Father. You remember I told you about my husband's friend Kevin and also our neighbour Sean?"
"Oh...yes...yes...of course. Tell me what happened."
There was a brief silence and Tony wondered if the woman was suspicious.
"You...you want DETAILS?" she asked incredulously.
"Of course! How can you expect your sins to be absolved if I...er, I mean if God, does not fully understand them?"
"Well, Father, this time it was with Brian, another of my husband's friends. But this time it was worse. I wanted my husband to watch us while Brian…made love to me! It seems that I must be evil. I just don't seem to be able to get enough…er…sex!"
Tony now began to pay more attention. Just the thought of this woman, any woman, naked and fucking, was enough to make his cock stir. It had been many months since he last had a woman. So many in fact that he cared not to remember. He decided to see if he could play along and see if this situation might not afford him some form of sexual opportunity.
"I see," he said in his best theological voice, "It seems that you need some help, my child. I do not usually visit a member of my flock at home, but I think in this case you may need my urgent attention. Please write your address down and slip it through to me as you leave. I will see you and your husband later today and we will see if God will forgive you!"
Clutching the scrawled address in his hand, Tony peeked out of the confessional box as the unknown woman left. Not bad, he thought as he watched her leave the church. Fairly young, nice figure and a cute little butt! This might be fun!
Later that afternoon, Tony found himself sitting in a comfortable lounge and sipping sherry with Ruth Jones and her husband Michael. He had explained his casual dress by saying that he was officially "off duty" and that they might all benefit from getting to know each other better on a less formal basis. The couple seemed to accept this, and the drinks and food had quickly been offered. Tony was having a tough time keeping his eyes off Ruth. She was indeed a good looking woman. He guessed not older than thirty five, with long, flame red hair that fell to below her waist.