"Honey. Just once can't we do it with the lights on?" Brice begged.
"You know how self-conscious I am. Only God should see you naked. I'm sorry. It's just how I was raised." Daisy replied.
If he'd asked her once, he'd asked her a thousand times. And invariably the answer was always no. Not that Daisy wasn't a looker. A classic Southern beauty queen with a killer figure and pale skin, she turned heads in every room she'd ever set foot in. Not that she took notice. She was as deeply oblivious as she was fervently religious.
Truth be told, in the seven years they'd been married, he'd only seen her nude a handful of times, and then, usually only for a second or two. She took modesty as seriously as she took her job as church secretary.
Sex was infrequent at best, and accomplished by the braille system in pitch darkness. Still, when it happened, it was awesome. Daisy's curves were every teenage boy's wet dreams.
She was sitting at the breakfast table. The picture of professional conservatism. Business suit and high heels. Blouse buttoned to the top, and a smart little tie to dress it up. Jacket and mid length skirt hugging her curves.
"The new minister is arriving today. I can't wait to finally meet him." She said cheerfully, sipping her coffee.
"Well almost anything will be an improvement over Minister Flanders." Brice suggested.
"Oh, He was a lovely old man." She scolded.
"Boring as heck, though..." Brice reminded her. "You'd better get going. You don't want to be late."
Daisy kissed his cheek on the way out the door. "Love you!"
"Love you too!" Brice responded. As he had every day for the past seven years.
Dr. Leon Green was waiting in the church office. An imposing man in his early forties, he'd taken up the ministry after a string of injuries had ended his basketball career. Six five, built like a truck, skin as dark as ebony. His demeanor was eminently professional.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Collins." He said offering Daisy his hand.
"Oh, just call me Daisy." She said self-consciously watching her hand disappear into his. "After all, we'll be working together."
"Indeed. Daisy it is." He smiled.
A quick study, by quitting time he was pretty much up to speed on the account books, and was still poring over them as Daisy bid him good night and headed home.
"How'd it go?" Brice asked.
"Really well, he's very nice, if a little physically imposing." Daisy commented as she got dinner ready.
"Maybe after dinner we could, you know." Brice gestured toward the bedroom.
"We'll see, honey." Was Daisy's standard reply.
Brice had fantasies about his wife. Fantasies where sex was more than just 7 minutes in the missionary position in the pitch dark. Fantasies where she'd do stuff to him that she would never consider in real life. Unholy things like letting him put his cock in her mouth. Things she'd flat out refused him, on the rare occasions when he'd worked up the nerve to ask, reminding him about what God wanted.
Sometimes he'd masturbate thinking about her relenting, and showing a bit of her naughty side. It always got him off. And when she'd walked in on him jerking off, and in shock, demanded an explanation and an apology she'd gotten one. She'd responded that it was gross, and she'd better not catch him doing it again. Still, the pressure would build up and his mind would wander, and then... there he was with his cock in his hand and Daisy in his mind's eye.
It was the two month mark, and she'd been working in the vestibule with Leon, setting up some donation boxes, when he'd first kissed her. Easing her firmly back against the vestibule wall she found his mouth on hers and his tongue in her mouth. She'd never been kissed that way before and she froze at first in shock, which turned to confusion as her body began to react. It was not a chaste kiss, rather a soulful exploration that suggested carnal pleasure beyond her ken, and she felt her body react in unfamiliar ways. In ways it never reacted when Brice kissed her. Of course, he didn't kiss her like that.
It only lasted half a minute or so. Dr. Green resuming work on the donation boxes without a mention. Just like it hadn't happened. Daisy, overwhelmed and aware of her own sinful arousal shook her head in disbelief and got back to work.
Over the next week she kept returning to the incident. Analyzing it. Trying to figure out why it had affected her in the way that it had. Leon, Dr. Green was an authority figure. A physically powerful man. A black man. She was married. Virtuous. Conservative. There were enough taboos to fill up a truck. She just had to put it out of her mind.
Brice was off with friends for a round of golf when she did it. She was lying against the footboard of the bed when she'd pushed her hand down into her panties. She had no idea what she was doing, but with her head full of the image of her pushed against the wall with Leon's tongue in her mouth, it didn't take a lot of trial and error before she made herself cum. She was gushy wet in a way that both disgusted and fascinated her.
She felt better afterwards. And guilty too. But mostly better. A couple days later she did it again. And the day after that, as well.
She was helping Leon collect and organize the sheet music in the choir balcony when he'd done it again. This time she hadn't resisted. This time she returned the kiss. This time her tongue was in his mouth. Her hands exploring his body. Her eyes met his, longingly. She had never felt so hot in all her protected life. He was touching her in ways that made her feel both beautiful, and dirty at the same time. They made out like that, standing there for fifteen minutes or so. Almost slow dancing to the silent music of their lust.
"I'm sorry, Daisy. I guess I got a little carried away." Leon had said.
"Y...ya. Me too." Daisy confessed. A few days. She had it down now, and her orgasms were like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She learned that if she played with her tits it got her off even better.
She'd always been taught that if hit a snag in your marriage, the first place to turn to was your Church.
That's how she'd ended up at the rectory. Sitting on a couch with Leon.
