Yup there's a lot in the real world that you wouldn't and shouldn't do, lucky for you this a fantasy, is fiction and some people find it erotic.
This is an interracial, cuckold story with a religious theme. Some people may also, get frustrated at the husband's lack of action in this. If so, I'd suggest that you read it through completely, as I think the end explains it :). Or of course don't read it all and pass judgment early, if you want. Either way, enjoy.
A Favour for Father Paul
1. The Favour
"What do you mean, Paul wants to talk to me?" I couldn't understand.
"Father Paul", she corrected me instantly but didn't answer my question.
It was Saturday morning and my beautiful wife Emily was telling me that the local Catholic priest wanted to talk to me. I knew the guy enough to say a polite hello, but that was it. A few times he'd tried to get me to join their flock of mindless zombies, I thought he'd given up. "Look, love, I know you..."
She cut me off, "I don't think it's about that, Chris. Don't go assuming now." and her beautiful smile reminded me that she was right. I was always too quick to jump to conclusions, something I was trying to get better at.
A sigh and a smirk back at her, "Yer yer, got ya. When'd you think is best?" I tolerated her religion thing as it kept her happy. I mean, here was the most amazing woman in the world, sitting in our kitchen, a huge part of my life, exclusively in my bed, my best friend, an amazing mother, who was at peace with everything. Her religion was a big part of her mindset and though I wanted to spice it up sometimes, overall she was perfect.
"Why not pick me up tomorrow after mass? Either it'll be simple and sorted then or you can both sort out a better time."
I nodded, that made sense. "K, will do." I was rewarded with the biggest smile you can imagine. Yup I'd made her day. Simple things.
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I was standing in solitude, quite some distance away from the crowd as they all exited the church. I struggled not to grin, thinking of all these intelligent people being brainwashed. Then I took in all their relaxed demeanours and radiant faces. For a minute, it made me wonder if I was the stupid one here?
There was my wife, standing at the top of the steps with my daughter Claire and two other women. All four of them had an angelic glow, clearly filled with the Holy Spirit or wherever they were just sold in there. I smiled for them, almost feeling their righteousness leeching into me.
Moving my head and taking into account everyone around me, there wasn't a knee, shoulder or inch of cleavage on anyone. All in their best and most boring church wear. There wasn't really much that I'd like to look at anyway, most being too old or too young. That's what stuck me about Emily and Claire, they so stood out. Though they were both dressed to cover everything, there was a hint of 'what lies beneath' about them both. You could tell they were mother and daughter. Pretty much the same height, similar thick brown flowing hair, perfect beautiful faces and those remarkable womanly curves.
Focusing on my amazing wife, I was glad to see that she was starting to wear the dresses that I bought her. This one in particular was a white, thick, button down the front cotton dress with a smart, wide, brown belt. She had matching brown boots and a handbag. She looked chic. I particularly loved this dress as the belt did the magic thing of bringing her curves to the foreground. It was tight enough to show that she had no stomach to talk of, but accentuated her wide hips and huge boobs. Even though her buttons were completely done up at the top and bottom leaving everything to anyone's imagination, mine was running wild. The curves of her body made me curse that I'd not paid attention to her underwear today. What did she have on right now? Boring and safe or something to put a spark in her mind and step, something to remind her how much of a sexual being she was?
One day, I'd have her standing there with stockings, suspenders, heels, and tiny thong under that dress. All demure and proper on the outside and a whore underneath. Fuck, I felt myself starting to get hard the more I pictured it, I needed to stop.
The crowd had thinned and I soon found myself next to my lovely ladies as 'Father' Paul stepped up to us.
"Good morning Chris, thank you so much for coming to chat with me."
"Any time, what can I do for you?" Anytime wasn't really what I wanted to say but I could feel three pairs of eyes boring down on me.
He reached out and put a hand on my arm, "Thank you so much," and he smiled across at both my girls before looking back at me. "We have a young man that we are sponsoring. He's finding life hard and I ...," he nodded at Emily, "We, were wondering if you could maybe talk to him to provide balance." I was confused, how the fuck was I any good at that? I looked over at my wife and she was smiling at me, clearly this was something she was fully in on. The priest continued, "He's a lovely young man, who lost both of his parents early this year. I think he simply needs a man to talk to from time to time. You know, like an inspiring figure - a positive role model like you, to give him some direction in life."
In my head, I was picturing all the people that had come out of this church just now. There had to be at least ten other men here that would have suited this job, surely? "What?" I was so confused, I didn't do this church thing, so why the hell did they want me?
My wife chirped in, "You know, Chris, you have a way that makes people realise what actually matters."
Then Claire came in to complete the gang up, "Oh yes, we all know that."
Paul nodded, "I think that's exactly what Nick needs."
