Wendy had always been hot. Small and petite with an angelic face, she possessed all the qualities that make guys drool. Her skin was flawless and her body had all the right curves. Even her voice had that rare - innocent but sexual quality that could put a lump in your jeans just by listening to her talk. I often found myself daydreaming about her, imagining how good she would be in bed.
Over the years we grew very close, best friends, often going out to the local nightclubs together. We would dance, have a few drinks and talk about our everyday problems. She loved too slow dance and after a few beers would start rubbing her hips seductively against me all along knowing it was driving me crazy. Then she would giggle almost wickedly and demurely rest her head on my shoulder and that was as far as it went. But as always happens circumstances changed, we both eventually married and moved away, losing track of each other in the everyday insanity of normal life.
I couldn’t complain though marriage was great and I loved my beautiful blond wife. Betty was prim and proper. She dressed in immaculate style, professional yet feminine and she always wore high heels accentuating her perfect long legs. She kept the house the same way, spotless and well decorated. She was even a great cook and often created gourmet meals fit for a king.
Every week she attended church and would come home telling me how great the sermon was. She forever tried getting me to attend but it wasn’t my thing. I would just wink at her and say someday honey, and Betty would smile and let it go. Then one evening she asked if I wanted to attend a midweek meeting with her at the church and I offered my usual response. Giving what almost seemed a big sigh of relief, Betty quipped ok! And quickly raced out the door. About fifteen minutes later her sister called. There had been an accident and Betty’s mother was in the hospital. I immediately jumped in my car and drove to the old church outside of town.
Something didn’t seem quite right and I decided to approach the building cautiously. The parking lot was dark and only three cars were there, Betty’s and two more. The church itself was dimly lit, and with a full moon overhead it held an eerie almost sinister appeal in the still of the quiet night. I knew it was probably my imagination that more than likely it was just a small financial meeting or something that only required certain members to be there. Nonetheless I approached stealthily just in case.
The huge double doors were cracked open about three inches and edging my way to the opening I peered curiously inside.
BAROOOOM
!!! My mind instantly
exploded
into a million confused fragments! I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. A gut wrenching sickness came over me as I silently observed the scene unfold.
Betty was on her back, resting on a hand-hewn bench that was just wide enough to lay on and waist high. On either end stood a dark skinned muscular man, each wearing a white robe. My wife’s delicate neck arched backward over one edge of the wooden alter, her long blond hair cascading in erotic fashion toward the planked floor. On the other end her high-heeled legs dangled over the edges revealing her clean-shaven mound. Betty’s firm breasts heaved with excitement as the eager admirers threw off their robes revealing their hard penises. A warped sense of satisfaction came over me. Neither one was as well endowed as I. That feeling passed quickly as a low unrecognizable chant emanated from the darkness on the far side of the erotic setting and the men moved to within touching distance of Betty.
My entire body was shaking. My mind was wrapped in a chaotic state of anger, horror, sorrow, and excitement all at the same time. I wanted to throw the door open and scream
STOP!
and rescue my wife from the satanic madness, but I couldn’t move. A strange sick lust had enveloped me, a wicked desire to see what would happen next.
The thought of just standing there made me queasy, I could feel the vomit rising in my throat and I took a deep breath and swallowed it back down. Yet I remained silent. Slowly a dark figure emerged from the shadows. The chanter was wearing a black hooded robe and I knew this was the leader, the reverend. As he increased the tempo of his chant the naked vixen on the alter slowly raised her legs, consciously parting her succulent thighs, inviting the excited disciple at that end to take her. With a growl of satisfaction he slid his cock into her forbidden mound. Betty jerked in surprise grabbing the penis in front of her pulled it greedily into her hot mouth.
It was as if a jagged knife had been plunged into my heart. To late to stop it, I stood silently watching as Betty delighted in the throes of sinful lust. My once faithful wife had been willingly violated and she was enjoying every second of it. Betty’s body twitched as the stiff rod grew more fervent in her hot tight vacuum. On the other end her angelic face bobbed back and forth at the mercy of the thrusting shaft slamming in and out of her throat. I knew it wouldn’t be long and the violators would sow their seed. As the orgiastic trio rhythmically moved in perfect unison the chant reached a screaming crescendo then suddenly stopped. The groaning men fucking my blond muse instantly withdrew and spinning around dropped to their knees and grabbing their organs roared - shooting their sticky semen outside of the carved pentagram that encircled the sacrificial alter.
Betty was panting in decadent hunger,
nooooo! Don’t stop! pleeeease don’t stop! Fuck meeeee
! when the reverend walked up to her. He was small compared to his cohorts, but had a deep resonating voice. Flipping back his hood he looked down at Betty and asked her, are you ready for the final initiation into the brotherhood my queen? Struggling to catch her breath Betty husked,
