Audrey was a beautiful young woman. Some people said that she was far too beautiful to be a minister's wife, but that's not fair. Why shouldn't a minister have a beautiful wife. The trouble is that everybody doesn't obey that commandment that says "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife."
Audrey had been married to the Rev. Peter Brown for five years. They were both in their early thirties and had met when they were students at the same university. Peter had become Minister of an active church in a small town and they lived in the manse. Audrey had intended to have a career in the business world, but church congregations don't seem to like their Minister's wife to be working in the secular world.
The congregation had spent some time seeking a good organist and at last they found an excellent prospect in the person of David Peat. Although David wasn't the most dedicated churchman, he was an excellent musician. He played the church organ with a flair and his personality suggested that he would also be a great choir director.
Soon after he was appointed he bought a small house just down the street from the manse and arranged to provide private tuition on the piano at his house as well as voice training.
When he had settled in to his new work and his home Peter suggested that it would be appropriate to invite hum over to the manse for dinner one evening. Audrey agreed and a date was agreed upon. The dinner was a great success. David was a handsome man in his forties. He took good care of his body and Audrey had seem him jogging by the manse regularly in the early mornings. He had a friendly outgoing personality and made friends easily. The conversation over dinner ranged over a number of interesting topics.
As Audrey was pouring coffee at the end of dinner the phone rang. It was one of the member's of Peter's congregation calling from the hospital to say that his wife was dying, and asking Peter to come and pray with them. Peter, of course, left for the hospital without delay.
When they had finished their coffee David offered to help Audrey with the dishes.
"You don't have to do that!" she said. "Guests don't wash the dishes after dinner. Let's sit and relax for a while."
"But I'd like to help you with the dishes, Audrey. And I don't want you to think of me as guest, rather as a neighbor and a friend. Come on," he concluded as he picked up some of the dishes off the dining table and headed for the kitchen.
As she was washing the dishes and he was drying he suddenly said, "Has anyone told you, Audrey, that you are a very beautiful woman?"
She could feel herself blushing as she replied, "Not in blunt terms like that."
"Well I'm telling you," he said. "You're beautiful and you're sexy!"
"David!" she exclaimed, so startled by what he had said that she dropped a cup which shattered on the floor.
He took no notice of the broken cup. He continued, "There's absolutely no question about your beauty. It's breathtaking. And I'm sure I'm right about you being sexy too. You see I watch you very carefully every Sunday."
She had now stopped washing dishes and stood staring at him. "What are you talking about?" she asked.
"Well you see, one of the drawbacks of being a church organist is that you are supposed to listen to a sermon every Sunday. And I don't like sermons. So I sit on that little seat beside the organ and look out at the congregation trying to find something to take my mind off the sermon. Don't tell you husband that, though."
She laughed. "Of course I won't tell him. T be quite honest my mind wonders a lot during the sermons. And please don't you tell that to my husband either."
He laughed with her. Then he went on, "Now I don't have to worry about the sermon any more. I find that all I want to do during those twenty minutes every Sunday is to look at you and feast my eyes on your beauty. You have the most dazzlingly beautiful blue eyes set in the most beautifully crafted face, and although it's not always easy to see them from where I'm sitting, you have gorgeous legs. . ."
"David," she interrupted, her cheeks now burning.
"Don't interrupt," he said. "You haven't heard the best part. As I sit there and let your husband drone on with his sermon, I have this vision - this fantasy if you like - of undressing you and making passionate love to you. And the reason I think you're sexy is because in my fantasy you always respond with such passion. I haven't hear a word of the sermon for a month now."
"I think you'd better go home now, David, before you make matters worse." She knew she was still blushing, and although she was horrified at what he had said, she couldn't help a stirring down there between her legs and she knew she had to get him out of the house.
"OK Audrey, I'm going. I won't say any more tonight. I just thought it was fair to let you know what I'm thinking. So if you see me looking at you during the sermon next Sunday, you'll know that I'm mentally undressing you." He grinned with a charming boyish grin.
"Good night, David," she said as she held the front door open for him.
"Good night, Audrey." He put an arm behind her and kissed her full on the lips before she could pull away. "Thank you for a lovely evening." Next Sunday as Peter began his sermon Audrey looked over at the organist. He was looking right at her and smiling. As her eye caught his he winked. She turned her head away quickly as she felt the blush rising on her cheeks. She looked up at the pulpit where her husband was propounding God's word in a solemn voice. She hadn't heard a word he said, and even when she tried to listen she couldn't concentrate and couldn't get the drift of what he was saying. Her eyes slid back to David sitting beside the organ. He was still looking at her and smiling and she knew that he was mentally undressing her.
This was ridiculous. Here she was in God's house. Her husband whom she loved was standing there in the pulpit, and this handsome man was mentally undressing her and fondling her body. The ridiculous thing was that the realization of what he was doing was making her terribly horny. She could feel herself getting damp between the legs as she thought about what Davis was doing. And she couldn't help herself.
Next morning the phone rang. Peter had gone over to the church so Audrey answered, "Good morning, the Methodist manse."
"Good morning you lovely creature. Would you come over for coffee about ten o'clock?" The rich baritone voice of David was unmistakable.
"David, this is crazy. It's not right. I'm a married woman. Please stop."
"You may be married, darling, but that doesn't stop me lusting after you. There's all kinds of stories in the Bible about men lusting after other men's wives. Remember David and Bathsheba? By the way, did you realize I was undressing you during the sermon yesterday?"
"David, you've got to stop this!"
"Actually, I did more than undress you. The sermon was long enough for me caress your lovely breasts and feel the wetness of your pussy. As a matter of fact I was so caught up in what I was doing that I didn't hear the sermon end and I almost missed my cue for the next hymn!"
"David!"
"Listen, Audrey, if you're not here by ten o'clock, I'll come right down there and ravish you in your own house, even if Peter's there. I mean it. See you over here at ten!" He hung up.
Audrey stood looking out of the kitchen window. "Oh my God! What am I going to do?" she thought. "I don't want him coming down here. Peter will probably be back soon after ten."
At ten o'clock she wrote a note and left it on the kitchen table - "Peter, I've gone out for a while. Won't be long. Love, Audrey." With a trembling sensation pervading her whole body she walked up the street and rang the bell of David's house. "Come in, my dear, come!" he greeted her. "And don't look so scared. I'm not going to rape you, you know. My bark's much worse than my bite. I say a lot of things for effect, but I promise you I won't rape you against your will. Mind you, if you decide you want me to do all those things about which I fantasize, you won't have to ask me twice. No, I just asked you over for coffee because I want to talk to you about your voice."
"My voice!" Audrey couldn't believe what she had heard.
"Yes, darling, your voice. Now, let me poor you some coffee. Do you mind sitting at the kitchen table?"
"Of course not. But what's this about my voice?"
"Well, as you know, I'm responsible for the church choir, and Peter wants me to recruit new members. I also do voice training here on an individual fee basis, not just for choir members but for anyone who has the potential to be able to sing well. From your lovely speaking voice I have a feeling that you ought to be an excellent singer. I detect a latent pure contralto voice. Have you ever sung in public?"
"Only in church as a member of the congregation." Audrey was surprised at the topic of conversation. "I don't think I'm good enough for the choir."
"Perhaps you would allow me to be the judge of that, my dear. Would you sing something for me?"
"What here? Now?"
"When we've finished our coffee we'll go through to the front room. There's a piano there so that I can accompany you."
They went into the front room and David sat down at the piano and began to strum on the keys. He handed her a hymn book, music edition. "Let's try this one - My faith looks up to thee. I'll play it through once and then you join in and sing the first verse with me."
She did as he asked, but felt very self-conscious about it.
"That's great," he said, "but you're still a little nervous about it. Just relax, Audrey, and we'll run through it once more."
"Wonderful!" he said as he closed the piano. "I knew you had potential. Let's go over and sit on the couch and talk about this. I'd like to have you in the church choir, Audrey. But before you're ready for that I'd like to give you a course in voice training. That means you would come over here twice a week for an hour each time as I help you to develop your voice. I normally charge a fee for that, but as this will benefit the church I'll waive the fee in your case. What do you say?"
"Well, I think I'd like to, but I think I'd better talk it over with Peter first."
