Saturdays developed into their own thing. It worked out perfectly for me. We had a family dinner one night. Everybody was over. Both sets of grandparents and siblings. My parents mentioned that as the kids had gotten a little older, they felt like they weren't seeing them enough. The kids had youth sports, right then it was basketball, on Saturdays and so that day was tied up.
The grandparents proposed that they could take them to practice and games and keep the kids for the day and just take them to church with them on Sunday morning and bring them home afterwards. They would alternate so everyone felt treated fairly and the kids loved spending time with their grandparents.
They also suggested it would give my husband more time to prepare his messages for Sunday.
We agreed, but they didn't realize that I already had ideas for Saturday plans.
The first Saturday came and my parents picked all the kids up first thing in the morning. My husband was already wearing his panties and a training bra under his clothes, but that was standard fare by then. I had thrown all of his male underwear away and panties and bra sets were all he had. He had tried to rebel once or twice, but the constant threat of losing the kids, his church his pastorate and his place in his family kept him in line.
He would do anything to keep those, especially the pastorate and our kids. They were my hole cards.
He was dressed, as was I.
I wore a pair of shiny black heeled boots that came to mid-thigh and a long black pea coat. My dark hair was smooth was feel in waves down past my shoulders. That was it. Nothing else.
He wore his panties and training bra, a Michigan hoodie and a pair of jeans.
He had no idea where we were going or what we were doing. He looked defeated even as we left the house. He had not been allowed to make love to me since the day he had various men of the church rape me anally. I had allowed him to be humiliated by me as he worshipped me and to watch as I fucked various men in front of him.
The only place he saw me have sex, however, was the place that meant the most to him; the altar at the church. He had watched me have sex there several times now, always as he practiced his sermon for the next day while wearing his panties, and more recently, his bra.
We walked in the church and I told him to get into his preaching clothes. He knew exactly what to do. He took off his shirt and folded it perfectly, lying it on the front pew. Then he sat and took off his shoes and socks, placing them neatly beside the hoodie. Then, he stood and unfastened his pants, dropping them to reveal his prettiest pink thong.
Danae had picked these out, and he wore them in honor of her, since she was to be here today. He didn't know that. Nobody did but her and me. Her and I had become friendly over the past couple of months. AS our friendship had developed, she had taken me under her wing. She had introduced me to several room at her club, as well as several people, male, female and others somewhere in-between and I had begun to have more self-confidence and was much more experienced than I had been.
My husband knew nothing of this. I always just gave him a list of things I wanted done and told him I was going to find someone to fuck. He whimpered and balked at first, but with all that had happened, my hold on him was even stronger than it had been.
He knew now when I put on my strap on that he was getting fucked in the ass. He knew when I dressed a certain way, I was going out to look for men. He did not know, however, that I had been seeing Danae. He didn't know how many men I had fucked. He had no idea how many women I had been with. I had been with transsexuals, crossdressers, and several other fetishes.
I had told him to call a men's meeting, or a deacons and elders meeting to discuss who was going to replace Jim, the deacon who had left the church because of me. He had no idea what was in store for that afternoon.
I walked into the sanctuary with Danae. She was taller than me, with long wavy blonde hair held together in back by a leather clip that looked to be straight out of the 70's. She wore a white, sheer gown that did little to hide her perfect body; large, pendulous breasts perfectly curved waist and a nicely tones ass. She had stirrup type nipple rings on her nipples and wore white heels that were at least 4 inches.
I had my dark hair straight, smooth and hanging straight down to the middle of my back. My coat and my boots were still the only clothing I had on.
I stepped past the doors into the sanctuary and called for my husband. I was sure he hoped I wasn't going to show up but there had never been a possibility of that.
"In the office" he said, nervously.
"Come out here. All of you. Please." I said. I said please but my tone in no way implied a suggestion and since I had fucked most of these men, they were willing to tolerate almost anything to keep their wives from fining out. My one misstep had been Jim. He had told his wife what had happened. She forgave him and they left the church.
They all started to file out. The first was Rob. He even beat my husband out. He was second and as each of them took their spot on the platform they stopped with their mouth agape and speechless as they stared.
When they were all out, I looked them over.
"You know what to do" I said to my husband as I started a slow, seductive walk towards the front of the church. I had gotten much better at a sexy walk since hanging around Danae. It was one of the many things she taught me.
"No" he whimpered.
"God, I love to hear you sound like that. Now, take off your clothes and stand there in your bra and panties and preach while I fuck!" I said with as much venom as I could muster.
Danae walked directly behind me and right as I got to the base of the altar, I stopped. She took the shoulders of my coat and lifted as I stepped out of it. I saw most of their eyes light up, but Rob was in shock.
