This is the third in a series of stories about Shelly, a small town pastor's wife who falls from grace. It may be helpful to have read the first two, "Shelly" and "Shelly is a Bad Girl."
It was mid-morning on a Tuesday. Shelly was lying naked in bed with Caroline, both totally relaxed after half an hour of sex. Neither woman was a strict lesbian. Shelly was married to Sam, the Senior Pastor of the First Baptist Church of Richards Branch, Alabama. Caroline was married to Lyle, the Junior Pastor of the same church. All four of them were young, barely into their mid-twenties.
The two women had vastly different relationships with their husbands. Shelly and Sam did not have a successful marriage. As near as Shelly could tell Sam had almost no interest in sex, or in anything for that matter other than his political ambitions to rise within the hierarchy of the Southern Baptist Convention. Up until a few months ago Shelly had accepted that limitation on her life and dutifully played her role as the charming and attractive young wife of a rising young pastor. Then at a major Southern Baptist Convention meeting in Nashville Shelly had been seduced by her old friend from High School, Laurie. Laurie's seduction of Shelly opened Shelly's eyes to sex. The orgasms and sex play she had experienced with Laurie that week in Nashville became something Shelly felt a deep need to repeat. She also enjoyed the marijuana Laurie had introduced her to. After their return from Nashville Shelly had tried to get Sam to participate but it was clear that he simply had no interest. For several months her only sexual outlet was masturbation, which she became quite adept at, including the use of a few toys Laurie had mailed to her and, on one occasion, masturbating at the dinner table while Sam sat across the table from her. He was so oblivious that he never noticed that one or the other of her hands were beneath the table throughout dinner.
Caroline and Lyle had a very different marriage. Like Shelly, Caroline had grown up in a small Southern town and was trained in the restrictive concepts of proper sexual relations of the Baptist church (her father was a minister). But she had rejected those rules when she married Lyle who was raised in a hippie commune in California. That is not to say that Lyle and Caroline were not religious. Quite to the contrary, Sam and Caroline believed deeply in their duty to minister to the religious well-being of their flock, but that didn't include dictating their flock's sex lives. They had totally rejected the Church's teachings about sex. In their view sexual mores had no place in religion. Unlike Sam and Shelly, who had virtually no sex life in their marriage, Caroline and Lyle had a very active and varied sex life. That included what is commonly known as an open marriage—each of them free to have sex with the other or with anyone else that they found attractive, including as it turned out, Shelly. Their only limitation they observed was practicing enough constraint and discretion so as to not damage their ability to carry out their mission as pastors of the church.
Shortly after their arrival in Richards Branch Caroline and Lyle had seduced Shelly initiating an ongoing three-party relationship that had gone a long way towards satisfying Shelly's sexual cravings. Shelly worked closely with Lyle and Caroline on church matters and then fucked them with gusto and abandon when Sam was out of town, which was much of the time. Shelly considered the new arrangement a major improvement in her life.
Sam was gone much of the time preferring to leave day to day operation of the First Baptist Church of Richards Branch, Alabama to his new assistant Lyle and their respective wives, while he spent his time in Nashville at the headquarters of the Southern Baptist Convention. For Sam, his ministry was not about ministering to his flock in Richards Branch. He would leave that to Lyle, Caroline, and Shelly while he spent his time playing church politics in Nashville.
"Hmmm. This is my idea of how to spend a Tuesday morning," Shelly said. As she spoke she began to rub her thigh against Caroline's pussy. It remained very wet, slippery, and warm, from the orgasm Shelly had driven her to a few minutes earlier.
Caroline groaned. "My God Shelly. Lyle and I have created a monster with you. Aren't you ever satisfied? How did you ever get by before you started having regular sex with us?"
"I was miserable," Shelly responded. "Or at least I would be if I had to go back to that lifestyle again. Masturbation was okay, but I really was missing out on a lot until I became acquainted with your tongue and Lyle's cock. " She slipped her hand between her thigh and Caroline's pussy beginning to rub it, and then sliding two fingers into a still hot and slippery cunt.
"Oh, shit," Caroline gasped. "That feels so fucking good. Do we have time?"
"What?" Shelly responded. "Of course we have time. Lyle's minding the church." She let her thumb slide up between Caroline's pussy lips until it was pressing against her clit, still leaving two fingers exploring the interior of Caroline's cunt.
"Oh fuck." Caroline gasped. She whimpered for a moment and then said, "But we have to be at lunch at the country club with the Church Council's wives."
"Oh, I forgot. The Church Wives. That is going to be a very boring lunch with those four old biddies," Shelly responded.
The Church Council was a small group of men of status in Richard's Branch—the Mayor; the County Sherriff; the owner of the local John Deere dealership, who was also a long-standing member of the City Council; and a very successful local farmer, whose brother was the local District Court Judge. The nominal role of the Church Council was to oversee the functioning of the Church run by Sam and Lyle, but in reality those men had effective control over most anything that occurred in Richards Branch, and their wives, the four women Shelly and Caroline were supposed to meet for lunch at the Country Club, exercised, through their influence with their husbands, a very discreet and far less obvious, but similar level of power. Shelly and Caroline understood the 'old biddies' they were meeting for lunch controlled, through what some called pillow talk, Sam's and Lyle's compensation, even their continued employment here in Richards Branch.
'It's okay," Caroline said. "We still have time if we hurry." The two women quickly rearranged themselves into a 69 and began lapping at each other's sex. Within minutes each of them had loudly climaxed. They quickly showered and dressed, in appropriately conservative clothing for small-town pastors' wives and hurried to the Richards Branch Country Club, arriving a respectful few minutes ahead of schedule. Shelly was not looking forward to this lunch, fearing that lunch with the Church Wives would be like the lunch she had endured with her friend Laurie at the Southern Baptist Convention meeting in Nashville. The older ladies sharing the table in Nashville with Shelly and Laurie had been cold and unfriendly, so Shelly and Laurie had resorted to discreetly fingering other beneath the table. It turned out to be a great lunch. Neither Shelly nor Laurie had a clue what the church leaders on the podium had said.
Shelly's fears couldn't have been farther off base. Even though Shelly and Caroline were right on time, the four women they were to meet were already seated at a table in the back corner of the nearly empty country club dining room. The women rose and introduced themselves as Janey (the Sheriff's wife); Linda (the City Councilman's wife); Sharon (the farmer's wife); and Sarah (the Mayor's wife). None of them were anywhere near as old as the women who had so offended Shelly at the Baptist Convention luncheon, the oldest not being much past forty Shelly thought. In true Southern style hugs were exchanged all around. Sensing that she could smell alcohol, Shelly looked to the table and saw that each woman had a partially filled wine glass before her place. There had been no wine on the table in Nashville.
As soon as they were seated the Mayor's wife began talking, "We are so glad you ladies could join us today. We know that your husbands will be working with our husbands from time to time on management of our little town's fine church. But I'm sure that you understand that in the church, just like a lot of institutions, the spouses have a lot of impact on how the place operates. The men run things, but their spouses have their say too," she said with a smile.
While Sarah was talking, Linda gestured for wait staff attention. When a black waiter dressed in a coat and tie approached Linda said, "Excuse me Sarah, but I thought I should get these ladies some drinks."
"We certainly should," chimed in Sharon. "After all we've been here for a while and are a bit ahead of them."
"At least a couple of rounds," echoed Janey. All four women chuckled.
"You ladies do drink don't you?" asked Sarah.
"Oh yes," responded Shelly, "but with Richards Branch being in just about the last dry county in Alabama, not so often as I might otherwise." She didn't mention that Sam was a teetotaler which meant that her drinking was limited to the sipping from the Gin bottle she kept hidden in her sock drawer, and then only when there was no risk that Sam would notice it on her breath.
Caroline nodded in agreement, saying "That's something that is taking a bit of getting used to."
"That's why we have our luncheons here at the Country Club," Linda said.
