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.
"As I said she is coming here tonight and will be here shortly. She does not know you are here and I will not let her know either. I have arranged for you to hide in a room off here. You will be able to see and hear everything. It is a little cruder than the arrangement Charles had for you, but this time I hope you will see different results."
Peter said nothing. He was amazed at what was transpiring. He looked to Father Ambrose for some help, sensing Peter's confusion, the good Father continued.
"You see, it is my intention that she confesses to me again, and I will ask her some more questions about her feelings for you and the sinful acts she has committed. I will also, depending on her mood, maybe ask her to carry out some religious acts, such as to pray and to worship."
"Yes, Father, this would I suppose be the best way forward..." Peter replied, genuinely confused and a little concerned. The last time he was forced to secretly watch his wife, she ended up taking a giant black cock down her throat and ass. He was not sure he wanted to go thought that again. But Father Ambrose was a priest...
Sensing that Peter was not too convinced, Father Ambrose spent the next few minutes explaining how his non-conventional methods had been a success, both in the spheres of marriage guidance and in some more public arenas such as drug rehabilitation. Father Ambrose correctly sensed that with regards to the drug rehabilitation work, since it had been widely publicised in the media this should provide a degree of comfort for Peter.
"And of course, if you are ever feeling uncomfortable with my methods, you can just walk in and confront us. Unlike in Charles's apartment, you will not be locked in.
Peter agreed, he was in a church, with a good and famous priest who was famous for his methods of rehabilitation. What could go wrong?
With that Father Ambrose showed him to his room. It was more of closet than a room, big enough only for a chair. On the door there was a grilled window which allowed Peter to see everything. Father Ambrose explained that it would be almost impossible for Jane to know someone was in there since he had placed a bright lamp nearby. This would have the effect of making it harder for Jane to see beyond the light but at the same time not impair Peter's vision. The priest had thought of everything.
And with that, Father Ambrose left Peter seated in the closet and went to collect Jane.
Jane had been waiting a couple of minutes for Father Ambrose in the church. As instructed, she was dressed as instructed. She wore a little pink dress, which barely covered her bottom and showed off her tits magnificently, along with white stockings, garters and g-string. Of course she did not wear a bra, she never did now. It was the same outfit she had worn the day she was gangbanged by Charles and his friends. Over the outfit she wore a small tight grey coat which was closed with a belt. It did nothing to hide her gorgeous figure since her massive tits were still proudly thrusting out they were so big, and most of her stocking clad legs were on display. She was holding a large purse in which contained the items she had been ordered to purchase.
As she waited, she felt uncomfortable since she was constantly being starred at by the two thuggish black men who were still in the main body of the church. They blatantly eyed up her slutty body, making no attempt to disguise their animalistic looks.
Jane had that familiar feeling of arousal whenever she was around such thugs. She could not help it. However, her own wicked thoughts were interrupted by the emergence of Father Ambrose. He was as good looking, and as big as his numerous appearances on TV had suggested.
Confidently he walked over to her.
"Jane, I am so glad you could make it", he said, towering over her. Jane felt that he was undressing her, just like the two cleaners had done earlier. Indeed, Father Ambrose unashamedly eyed up the delicious bitch. He of course had some doubts as to whether she would turn up or not, he could not be 100% sure; but thankfully, here she was and as lovely as he had remembered.
"This way, my child, we will take this into my private quarters."
