It was 5.40 pm on Friday and, as agreed, Peter Redman arrived at church to meet Father Ambrose. Peter believed it was to receive marriage guidance from Father Ambrose, but the evil Father had other ideas. Degenerate ideas which involved Peter helplessly watching his wife get fucked by the Holy man's giant cock.
When Peter arrived, the church was empty. He had, as instructed, come alone. Father Ambrose suggesting that the first session should be without Jane as they devised a "strategy" on how they should confront Jane.
Peter spent a few minutes looking for Father Ambrose but the only people he came across were two cleaners. They were male, black and enormous and Smith like in their thuggish appearance. Couldn't Peter escape these people? Or was it since his wife had been fucked by Charles and Smith, he had just become more aware of blacks, and their size? Either way, he was tired of these people, Father Ambrose, was different, he was a man of God, a good man, but these men were mostly criminals. Anyway, cleaning jobs was the best thing for them.
"Where is Father Ambrose?" Peter enquired, to one of them in a condescending manner. It would have been like how a slave master would have spoken to one of his slaves centuries before.
The men stopped mopping the floor, stood up and looked up at him. They towered over him, one of them, who was unshaven and had a couple of gold teeth at the front of his mouth, merely grunted and pointed him towards a door in the far corner of the church.
Peter headed off in that direction. The two black thugs just watched him leave, smiling, and thinking to themselves that the little prick will hopefully soon be suffering at the hands of Father Ambrose.
Peter knocked on the door. A few seconds later Father Ambrose opened it and ushered Peter in to what was his private quarters.
He led him to a plush lounge and offered him a seat in a plush red leather armchair. Father Ambrose sat opposite him and started to speak:
"Peter, my son, I am so glad you could make it. I am hoping that together we will be able to offer you a way out of to the awful predicament you have found yourself in. Finding out that your wife has committed adultery is an awful thing. But to have been witnessed it, and to have found it so arousing, well..."
Father Ambrose left this last bit to hang in the air, to remind Peter of the humiliation that he had suffered when he enjoyed seeing his wife get fucked by another man. And a black man at that.
Father Ambrose continued. "This is no normal marriage guidance that I find myself in. It is just not that your wife has been unfaithful, that is one thing, and, in many circumstances, quite resolvable. However, it appears to me that your wife is addicted to black men and that is something that clearly you yourself can't do anything about."
Peter nodded in agreement. He knew what Father Ambrose was getting it, it is not that he can't be "black" it is just that he did not have a cock big enough to satisfy his wife.
"Well, what are we going to do, Father? I don't want to lose my wife, but I don't think I can stay with her if I know that she needs to be satisfied by other black men. With the greatest respect Father, I don't mean to offend but..."
"No need to apologise, my son. I understand completely."
What Father Ambrose understood was that this poor white boy was having great difficulty in accepting that his wife had become a whore for black cock. This was understandable, even the depraved Father Ambrose could recognise this. But was this Father Ambrose's problem? He thought not. In his depraved mind, he would not be doing God's work if he allowed this gorgeous bitch to be deprived the joys of black dick, and in particular his black dick, and spend the rest of her life on a diet of limp white dick.
"My son, I now have a confession to make to you."
"What is it, Father?"
"I have led you here on a small false pretence. I just hope the Lord can forgive me..." And Father Ambrose, looked up towards the sky, in mock concern. "You see, my son, I have also asked Jane if she could join us."
"Jane!" exclaimed Peter, genuinely horrified that is wife would be joining them. He had thought it would have been just the two of them having a preliminary chat on what was the best way forward. Now he was going to have to confront his wife! And more to the point, how had Father Ambrose got to meet his wife?
"Yes my son, Jane. You see after your confession, a day later, Jane came to church to confess she confessed her terrible sins to me." This was another lie, Jane had been into confession but it had been before Peter.
"Jane confessed? Does this mean she wants forgiveness, does this mean she wants to change? Is she sorry for what she has, done, the bitch..."
Father Ambrose put his hand to stop the stream of questions being fired at him.
"My son, I believe she is truly sorry for what she has done. She came to me for forgiveness and for guidance because she wants to save her marriage. She loves you Peter. She has only ever loved you. But..."
Again Father Ambrose stopped, allowing this "but.." to hang in the air a little, so Peter would know this would not all be plain sailing, that there was still some work to do.
"But what Father?"
"But I think she is still craves the kind of illicit and forbidden acts she has recently experienced; but it is our job to show her that there is an alternative way, that perhaps she and your marriage can be saved."
"And how are we supposed to do that, Father?"
"With my help, and with my strict guidance. It would appear that her, how should we call it, fetish for black men seems to be at the route of her problem and, as a black priest, I sense that she feels that I am best placed to help her, to help lead her down the righteous path of forgiveness and saviour.
"As such she has agreed to come here tonight, and to follow my strict instructions. I warned her that only complete obedience to the word of God can save her now. I have been in a similar situation before and only after the couple in question followed my orders to the letter was the young girl saved.
