Chapter 5
Yes, I am a Baptist preachers wife. Yes, he is the pastor of a small church in Northeastern Maryland. Yes, I have cheated on him. I cheated with one of the deacons of the church and to get back at me he had all the deacons gang rape me on the altar of the church. The real problem is, I liked it too much.
Since then, I started an affair with that same deacon. I have picked up a stranger in a diner and taken him back to my hotel room and had unprotected sex and made him cum inside me.
My husband and I have not had sex since that day, but we are still together. He is too good a father and a provider.
The kids are in school except for the baby, who is at his mother's. He took a day off at my request and we were going shopping.
We got to the mall at about ten in the morning, after a pleasant breakfast.
I had told him I needed some new clothes. I only had a couple of really sexy bras and most of my panties were basic. I had told him I needed to look good for Calvin and the rest of the guys at church and anybody else I might meet. I had made it clear that I was enjoying my new found freedom and I wasn't about to give it up.
He was humoring me, I know. He wasn't about to take to this permanently. He was waiting for me to do something that would give him an out. But, the more I thought the more I realized that I held all the cards.
He was dressed in jeans and a Michigan sweatshirt and I was wearing a black knee length dress that would have been perfectly appropriate for church as the preachers wife if I had a bra on and didn't have three buttons opened to reveal a generous view of my breasts.
I made eye contact with every man I saw, hoping to catch them staring, but it wasn't really happening. So, when we were coming up to a group of people walking, I reached down and with exaggerated motion I unbuttoned one more button, letting my lapels fall open more and revealing an almost obscene view of my breasts.
They noticed, and I smiled. My husband winced, so I began to walk to make them bounce more, making him work to keep up with me. I was now getting the stares that I wanted and it was driving him crazy.
"Do you have to do that?" he asked with disdain dripping from his voice.
"You like it" I said playfully, showing oblivion to his pain as I pulled one side open revealing a full breast to him and another man walking by.
I smiled at him as our eyes met and I covered back up.
We walked in silence until we came to Victoria's Secret. This was the first of several destinations I had in mind today.
"I'll wait out here." He said.
"No, you have to come in. You have to like what I buy." I said with a smile.
So, we looked around, picking out several pairs of panties that were sexy, feminine and more than anything, slutty. We took the collection to a clerk.
"Can my husband try these on?" I asked as a shocked look spread across his face.
"She's kidding. Not funny, dear." He said
"No, you need to try them on. We have to get you some new clothes."
She smiled and said "Right this way, sir." And led him toward the fitting rooms. I pushed him from behind.
"Try on every pair" I said as he entered the dressing room. I looked to her and said "He's new to this. Actually, I am too."
"I see this more than you think" she said. "Do you want some pointers?"
"Sure." I smiled mischievously.
She pulled back the curtain, just a little, and motioned me in. and she followed me in, pulling the curtain behind us. My husband tried to cover up quickly because he had his pants off but had not actually begun to try them on yet.
"Here she said picking up a pair of blue floral boy shorts. "Try these first" as she handed them to him. He pulled his hand back as if he had touched something hot.
"Come on homey, you have to get used to this. This is all you are going to wear" I scolded him.
Before I could go further, he started to interrupt and dropped the panties and was reaching for his pants. But I smacked his hand, making him drop the pants and before I could say anything else, she said "Now, pick them up and put them on. How will you know if they fit, sweetie?"
"Do it!" I added gruffly.
He did as told and the size was perfect. I handed her his briefs and said "Toss these, if you don't mind. He won't be needing them anymore."
She smiled as she took them. Between the two of us, we made him try on every pair with both of us taking time to adjust and smooth each piece of fabric, commenting on how pretty they looked. We noted some didn't hold his penis well and one of us would push it inside.
"Honey, does his cock work? He hasn't had an erection yet?" she smiled at me.
"It did the last time I checked, but that was a couple of weeks ago. I haven't touched it or really seen it since." I said looking in her eyes.
"Well, a girl needs to keep track of these things." She said playfully as she turned me toward him. She began to unbutton the next buttons on my dress, letting my breasts become completely exposed. She rubbed her fingertips along the curve of them and began to kiss my neck lightly.
"Touch yourself" she said to him. "Make yourself hard" she said as she began to kiss my neck up and down the arch while gently brushing the edges of my breast. I had never been touched by a woman. Our church taught that homosexuality was a sin. But at the moment, I didn't care. She was exquisite.
"Do it, honey" I said sweetly. "Get it hard for me."
I leaned my head back into hers and she began to touch my earlobe with her tongue as her fingertips traced the outline of my breast.
"Come on, sweetie" she said, "Can't you get that hard with two attractive ladies right here in front of you? You would love us both to touch you, wouldn't you?"
"He's a Baptist preacher. He has never touched a woman besides me. He thinks it's sin. He thinks everything is sin." I said, jeeringly.
"OH, honey. We should show him sin." She said as she lifted my skirt to find no panties and immediately began to touch me. Looking at my husbands still flaccid penis, she said "Sweetie, it still isn't hard. Are you sure it works. I think he might be gay. What would that do to him if he were gay?" she asked me.
"Honey, have you been gay this whole time? Is that why you wanted to watch me with everyone?" I began to tease him in mocking whispers.
"You have beautiful breasts" she said as she began to kiss them.
"I have never had a woman kiss them>"I whispered breathlessly.
She lowered herself until her lips were near my vagina.
"Has a woman ever kissed you here?" she asked.
"No" came out so inaudible I almost didn't know I had spoken. She immediately began to touch me with her tongue. The shock to my system was intense and immediate. I shuddered as she explored me.
"Look" she said as she reached and grabbed his still flaccid penis, "He still isn't hard. You're going to have to get him a man because he definitely doesn't like girls."
My husband backed away pushing her hand away from his penis.
"I'll leave you two to make your decisions on the panties. Personally, I like the boy shorts." And looking to my husband, she offered "That's a cute little cock you have sweetie. Not sure you are going to have much use for it in the future though.
Seems like she has found her place. Keep it up, gorgeous." She said to me as she left.
This was a new dynamic. I looked at my husband standing there emasculated in pretty panties and I told him to put his pants on and get dressed. She knew we had them. He obediently did as he was told and we left the dressing room.
He didn't say a word, just following slightly behind and beside me with his head lowered and his eyes darting around looking for a telltale sign that people could tell.
At the register she was waiting and she rang us up and with our receipt she offered a note with an address and a phone number on it.
"You might want to go here, sweetie. They have a lot of things for him to wear. Maybe you too." She said.
"Thanks." I was unsure what I was expecting but I knew I was as excited then as I had ever been.
We left the store and he was following me obediently and I told him to call Calvin and have him meet me at the church. He looked at the floor and without a word pulled out his phone and dialed the deacon.
He spoke for a minute and looked at me, "He wants to know when." He said.
"Tell him I'll be there in about an hour. "I said.
On the way to the church, I told my husband he was staying at the church while I met with Calvin. He would watch. He never lifted his eyes to meet mine. When I told him he would watch in his new panties, he began to object, but a little coaxing got him back in line.
He never again lifted his eyes or looked at me. He never spoke either.
As a matter of fact, he never spoke at the church when I told him to undress except for the panties and sit in the pastors chair behind the lectern and wait for Calvin. He never spoke as I disrobed and sat on the steps to the altar.
I saw Calvin's truck pull in and I became more excited.
He strode into church with a stride that was confident and excited, but that was gone when he came in the church.
He stopped in his tracks as he entered.
"What the..." he began
"Lock the door." I said.
"I don't know what's going on here but I..." he began and again I stopped him mid sentence.
Instructively I said "Lock the door and come here. He is going to watch us. He seemed to like it before, so we are giving him what he wants. He couldn't get hard earlier today when I tried to make him hard. Maybe this will work."
I began to touch my breasts, much as the clerk in the store had, trying with every fiber of my being to be sexy for this man. I traced the outline of my breasts, pausing at the tip of the nipples.
