Father Ryan was not a man who succumbed easily to primal urges, but Maureen, a young wife half his age, broke down the wall he had built around himself to avoid temptation.
It wasn't just that she was gorgeous. Plenty of women in his parish were as good looking or even better looking than her, but none of them looked at him, returned his stare, like she did.
She seemed as interested in him as he was in her.
He ignored the voice in his head telling him to stay away, to remember his vows, to remember she was married to someone else, that she was off limits, but instead sought her out. He felt compelled to know her better.
He tracked her down after Mass as she was about to get in her car.
She didn't seem surprised to see him, but then they had been staring at each other throughout Mass.
"Maureen."
"Yes, Father," she answered a smile across her face.
"I heard through the grapevine you play tennis. Is that true? I've been invited to play in a doubles match on Saturday and need a partner.
"I do play tennis. I also golf. I'd love to be your partner."
He asked her, "Do you play for fun or to win?"
She assured him, "I'm very competitive. Just ask my husband Calvin."
"Good. So am I. Then it's a date."
"It is."
For some reason he referring to their match as a date made her happy.
He told her the details. It was a tournament. She would be gone all day. It wouldn't be an issue with her husband. She would tell him their plans had changed. He would accept the change like he always did.
She was very excited about spending the day with Father.
And she hated to admit, since he was a priest and she was a happily married woman, sexually aroused.
Later that day her husband Calvin was the beneficiary of her arousal.
While he made love to her she imagined it was Father she was making love with.
After they had intercourse Calvin had gone down on her, lapping up the seed he had just deposited, the seed she fantasized Father depositing in her.
She liked him cleaning her of his seed and since he wasn't averse to doing it she had come to expect him to lick her after he climaxed in her. He was a very oral man with she thought a very talented tongue.
He gave her wonderful orgasms using his tongue. His penis was another story. He wasn't very big and didn't last very long. If it was his second climax of the night he lasted a minute or two longer, long enough for her or him to rub her clitoris and give her an orgasm.
Most of the time they just had intercourse and he went down on her afterwards.
She was the dominant one in their marriage and her dominance extended to the bedroom.
She initiated sex and directed their activities. He followed her direction knowing what he was doing to her was what she wanted, what made her feel the best, what caused her to become crazed, cause her body to stiffen, made her scream.
He had been a good student and she an equally good teacher. She had taught him everything he knew about pleasing a woman. She was his first and only serious girlfriend.
They cuddled afterwards. She liked to remind him he had cleaned her of semen. She sensed he felt conflicted as if it was wrong, that because he did it he might be attracted to men. She wanted him to feel conflicted because she saw it as leverage.
Their shared secret made him feel indebted to her because he would be so embarrassed if it got out. What he forgot is it was her idea to have him lick up the semen he spilled onto her body.
He didn't only lick it from her sex, but from her breasts after a titty fuck, the palm of her hand when she caught it as she jacked him off, or off of her body if he got overexcited and climaxed on her.
She also gave it back to him after she performed fellatio on him.
"Your breath smells of cum, but I don't mind. I like the taste of your seed, Calvin. You are such a good kisser."
She moaned and told him, "I'm going to want you to pleasure me again after those kisses."
"My pleasure," Calvin said, a response embraced by a certain fast food restaurant decades later.
He skillfully worked his way down Maureen's body. He was as good at sucking, kissing, and licking her breasts as he was at eating her pussy.
He settled between her legs and pressed his mouth to her sex.
He began slowly licking her, running his tongue and down the inside of her labia, kissing and licking her inner thighs, flicking and sucking her clitoris, inserting a finger into her vagina and slowly fucking her with it.
They were both very relaxed. He was in no rush to get her off. He rather enjoyed the slow buildup taking her what she described as up the mountain.
She ran her fingers through his hair.
"After church I ran into Father. He said he heard I played tennis. I told him I did and that I also golfed. He asked me if I was interested in being his partner on Saturday."
"I told him I would love to be his partner. I thought we were playing another couple, but we're playing in a tournament. I'll be gone all day. I feel really honored he asked me. He said he's very competitive. I told him I am also."
Calvin's tongue was making her wet, but sharing her interaction with Father was adding to her arousal.
"Hmmm, that's it Calvin. Take your finger out and fuck me with your tongue. That feels so nice."
She grabbed his head and moved it at the speed she wanted, then let go. Calvin maintained the pace moving his head back and forth as if he was thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. He wasn't fucking her with his cock but his tongue.
She thought, "His tongue feels so much better than his penis."
"Would you put my rackets, balls, shoes, and clothes in the car tonight? I'm going to practice after work the next couple of days. You're such a sweetie. I don't want to disappoint him and be the weak link on our team."
"He was looking at me a lot during Mass. I thought he had something he wanted to discuss with me, but I had no idea he was going to ask me to be his tennis partner. I think it's a real honor."
"Saturdays you're normally really busy with the yard, cars, and the house. You won't even know I'm gone. You'll probably be more productive without me being in the way."
She was talked out and focused on her impending orgasm. She had gone from being passive to aggressively thrusting her hips, fucking Calvin's tongue. She grabbed a handful of his hair.
"Fuck me Calvin. Faster. That's it. So good."
Her body stiffened. She groaned for a good minute, loud enough to be heard throughout the house.
He slowed down then stopped knowing she was too overstimulated.
Their lovemaking had been very intense for him. He loved her aggressiveness and direction.
"That was really intense," she told him afterwards.
It was when he got on his knees that she noticed he had climaxed.
"I see it was intense for you too."
While she was always happy when he had hands free climaxes he was always a bit embarrassed when he had them.
He nodded that it had.
They got off of the bed. He gathered the towels. He grabbed a washcloth and cleaned the semen off of his body.
She headed to the shower and he headed to the kitchen to get dinner started.
She joined him in the kitchen. She had on her nightgown and robe.
After dinner the two of them put her tennis bag together. He then put her bag in her car.
She went to a tennis court Monday and Tuesday night and practiced her serve and hit balls against a wall. She felt like she would be ready on Saturday.
Calvin had dinner ready for her when she got home. She said she was going to take a quick shower.
The phone rang while she was in the shower.
Calvin answered the phone.
It was Father wanting to talk to Maureen.
"She's in the shower Father. She was out hitting balls and practicing her serve."
"Great. That's the reason I called. How long do you think before she gets out of the shower?"
"Ten to fifteen minutes Father. Should I have her call you?"
"No, I'll call back. I'm really excited about Saturday. I think we have a good chance of winning."
"She is too. It's all she talks about."
"Great. So what will you do on Saturday while your wife spends it with me?"
Father's seemingly innocent question had the same effect on Calvin as did Maureen's comments on Sunday. Not as extreme, but they did make his genitals tingle.
He answered, "I'll have plenty to do. Saturdays are a busy day for me catching up on what I didn't get done during the week."
"Maureen keeps you busy."
"She does, but I don't mind."
"So you won't mind if Maureen and I make it a habit to spend Saturday together?"
"I won't mind Father," he said reminding himself he was talking to a priest and to not read into his question, but his body reacting just the opposite.
"Great. I knew you would be supportive. I've had to find new partners when the husband makes it too difficult. It's rare but has happened. Most of the time the husbands are like you, extremely supportive of what their wife and I are doing."
Calvin said, "Surely they understand your schedule isn't as flexible as theirs."
"Exactly. It's not like we were together all the time, just a few evenings and most Saturdays every week."
"I won't be one of those difficult husbands. Maureen would kill me if I was," he added hoping to interject some humor into the discussion.
Father thought his comment funny and laughed, "I don't know if she would kill you but she would definitely give you a piece of her mind."
Maureen walked into the kitchen. She had a towel wrapped around her still damp hair. She had on a nightgown and thin robe.
"Who are you talking to?" Maureen asked.
He answered, "Father Ryan."
He spoke into the phone, "Father, Maureen's out of the shower now. I'll hand her the phone now. Was nice talking to you. Feel free to call anytime you want to talk to her."
