The Ultimate Marital Sin

I'm a Church of England vicar's wife. Though I'm married to a priest I'm every bit as interested in sex as any other woman in her mid thirties is. But in my role I've always got to be the so innocent respectable wife. Unlike other young women I can't wear my skirts as high up my thighs as I'd like, or wear tight curve clinging tops that show off my tits. I wear respectable one piece swimsuits on holiday, never bikinis, though even then I can tell men can't keep their lustful eyes off me. When I hear smutty jokes I've got to pretend I don't understand, even though thankfully I get well shagged by my husband two or three times a week.

I was a virgin when we married and my vicar husband was my only ever boyfriend. Before that I was always the goody good girl. Apart from masturbation the only pre-marital sex I'd had was when I was eighteen, nearly nineteen, when like all my girl friends at school I'd hand jobbed boys. I'd opened my blouse for them, lifted my school uniform skirt, let them pull down my white cotton knickers for their groping hands and pumped their excited young cocks till they jerked their load. Neither my parents nor my husband ever knew about that. Having a naughty secret like that gave me a thrill. Over time a deep down longing for more of the same built up in me.

Added to all that, through my husbands pastoral work I got involved with counselling a wife caught up in a soap opera of a marriage meltdown. I heard all about the other women (and the other men), the adultery and fornication, the porn, the sex parties, the strippers and the prostitutes. After all that, instead of being thankful I was happily married, I felt I hadn't ever lived.

Then I met Adrian.

He was in his thirties like me, good looking and muscular. He was single though someone said he'd been engaged but the girl had broken it off. He'd started attending our church mainly because of his interest in choral music. We needed choir members and my husband asked Adrian if he'd to join. I sing in the church choir too and I realised from the start that Adrian's interest in me was more than just musical.

On Sundays at church I could all but feel Adrian's eyes on me slowly removing my clothes and underwear and seeing me nude. I should have been shocked but I secretly loved it. Sometimes on Sundays when I wasn't singing in the choir but sitting in a pew Adrian would be up in the front of the church with the choir. I could then feel his eyes on my legs and feel his willpower trying to ease my respectable skirt up my nylon clad thighs and force my knees apart. Making it look accidental I would cross and uncross my legs so my skirt rose up my thighs. If I was feeling really randy I'd spread my legs so he could see up my skirt. He would only catch a glimpse of my, usually white, panties through my tights. Even having that naughty little secret between us got my heart pounding and my pussy tingling!

I hadn't masturbated much since we'd married. But after I sensed Adrian's interest in me I started regularly pleasuring myself again. When my husband was away I'd be naked on our bed with my legs as wide as I could get them and my fingers working away at my pussy. As I masturbated, in my mind I'd be wrestling naked with Adrian, he'd have his cock up me or he'd be doing things with his fingers, lips and tongue between my legs that I'd never dared ask my husband to do. As I kicked out and folded up my legs in my orgasm it would be Adrian's naked body I'd be trying to wrap my legs over.

I couldn't go on like that, just fantasising about Adrian. Then finally it happened.

It was at church one Sunday morning. After the service we were all standing around chatting. Adrian was there talking to some of the other choristers, some of them women younger than me. I had to do something. I went quickly to the ladies' toilet and took my panties off. They were pastel blue with a pattern of little blue flowers and, for me, rather brief. They were slightly yellow stained where my vagina had been, and best of all one of my dark pubic hairs was caught in the stitching. I rolled my panties into a tight little ball in my hand. Then I chose my moment carefully. The church was emptying, and as I was passing Adrian on my way out I pressed my panties into his hand!

I was in turmoil all afternoon but managed not to let it show. That evening I was back in church, singing in the choir, just inches from Adrian. After the service I saw my husband go to the vestry with some poor soul who needed counselling. In our cavernous old church building it wasn't difficult to find a corner where Adrian and I wouldn't be overheard.

"Why did you give me your knickers this morning?" Adrian asked. I would have thought it was obvious.

"Because I want you to undress me and fuck me," I replied, hardly believing such words were coming out of my mouth. "I've noticed how you look at me in church. I know you want me. What will you do with my panties?"

Adrian grinned.

"Let me show you," Adrian said. He got his phone out of his pocket. A moment later I was watching a video clip and I could hardly believe what I was seeing.

The video showed a man from the waist down. He appeared to be naked except for a pair of women's panties -- my panties! They were brief enough on me, but stretched over his massive erect penis they looked minute. The thin cloth taut over his body showed the outline of his shaft, his big mushroom head and the base ridge where it met his shaft, with his balls and thick dark pubic hair showing at the side. He adjusted my panties and a couple of inches of his erect penis stuck up above the top hem. He pulled my panties down round his thighs below his big hairy balls. His erect penis arched up a good eight inches, bigger than my husband's.

I watched spellbound as he took my panties off so he was completely naked. He hung my panties on his hard up penis and fingers his shaft, he wiped my panties over his shaft, his balls, between his spread legs, and lightly brushed them over the big purplish head of his penis. Then, dangling my panties in front of his penis head just brushing its big round head, he masturbated. I hadn't watched a man masturbate since one of my boys at school had wanked himself over my belly when I asked him to show me how a boy does it. I suspect my husband masturbates but he's never let me watch.

Adrian took ages, stroking and tugging his shaft, switching between his whole fist and just his thumb and forefinger in a ring round his cock. A couple of times the way his muscles tightened and he thrust his hips I thought he was going to come, but he eased off and held back. Then finally his pumping hand went frantic and his spurts of semen splashed over my panties.

"Oh my god!" Was all I could think of saying. .

"I've posted that video on a porn web site," Adrian said with a lewd grin "lots of men think your knickers are really sexy."

I'd heard all about such web sites while helping with that marriage melt down. But more was to come. Adrian continued:

"And I'm wearing your panties now."

Fortunately in our corner of the church we were also largely out of sight and no one could see my face, or what Adrian did next. After a quick look around he unzipped his trousers. They opened far enough to show me his penis bulging under the panties I'd given him that morning, with its big round head peeping over the top hem. Adrian had a panty fetish. That's the moment I realised I was in at the deep end with Adrian.

My excitement and lust blazed! It wasn't the time for the good hard nude fuck I wanted with him, but I had to do something. Memories of my times wanking boys flooded my mind. Almost without thinking I said:

"Do you want a hand job?"

To make my point I reached down, formed my hand into a ring and bobbed it up and down at the angle and length of a boy's erect penis to show I knew how to treat a boy. My heart was pounding - even though it was only a quickie wank, I'd dared to offer sex to Adrian! The church was emptying and no one saw us slip through a side door. A moment later we were in a store room with the door locked behind us with my church key in the keyhole.

Adrian's hands were instantly all over me, on my breasts through my blouse, under my skirt feeling my thighs and down inside my panties feeling my bottom and cunt. It was summer, my legs were bare and I wasn't wearing tights. I wanted to get nude for him but I knew there wasn't time. I just undid the clasp of my skirt and let it drop. I was in simple white cotton panties, much like the white knickers I wore in my schoolgirl days. I pulled them down round my thighs like I'd done for the boys and spread my legs as far as my panties stretched round my thighs would allow. Adrian's hand was instantly cupped over my naked cunt with his exploring fingers stroking my labia. The pleasure and erotic excitement were exquisite!

He unzipped his trousers and pulled them down. My pale blue panties bulged in a huge cone over his big erect penis. I stroked his penis and balls through the thin cloth, then I pulled the panties down below his balls. His penis bounced out and quivered stiffly in front of him, sticking up high. In the flesh his penis looked even bigger than in the video.

We didn't have much time so I gave his balls and penis a quick fondle. Even that got him grunting and gasping and his hard up cock twitching. His thick bush of pubic hair felt so manly. Then, like I'd done all those years ago I snuggled up against him so my breasts were pressed against his arm and my cunt was against his thigh and then I wanked him.

I hadn't forgotten the skills the boys had liked so much. I wrapped my hand loosely round his shaft and rhythmically stroked and tugged his penis up and down, pulling his foreskin, with my hand riding right up over its big soft head. With each stroke I made sure my thumb and forefinger in a ring round his shaft caught that sensitive part underneath his cock head.

Adrian fondled my breasts through my blouse and caressed my naked thighs and bottom while I pleasured him. After several minutes of me stroking and tugging his cock, just like the boys had done he grunted noisily, his penis suddenly hardened in my hand, he shoved his hips forward, and dug his fingertips into my bottom to pull me against him. Then his whole body shook and his penis pulsed in my hand as his creamy semen spurted. His penis became limp but remained partly erect as I gently fingered his balls, sticking straight out horizontally and dripping semen as it swung. I'd done it!

"Was that good?" I asked, then feeling my daring rising, in as sultry a voice as I could manage "It'll be even better when you're fucking me."

Adrian grinned and fondled my cunt before we very quickly got our clothes back together. When we went back into the church a few people were still talking, including my husband still counselling someone. I don't think anyone even noticed we'd gone, and if anyone had commented on Adrian and me being gone together I had a lie up my sleeve. I was leaving the goody good respectable wife behind me fast.

I said it was like hand jobbing boys years ago, but it was also so different and so much more exciting. Adrian's penis was much more massive than any boy I'd wanked, Adrian's hands on my naked body were so exciting, and having a guilty little sex secret with a man other than my husband was so thrilling.

Afterwards I looked at the web site where Adrian had told me he'd posted the video of him masturbating over my panties. I watched him again and again and got more and more excited till I just had to masturbate myself. I was in that website for ages, seeing some of the other filthy things men and women did, things that in my sheltered life I could hardly believe. Now I wanted some of that too, and it wasn't long coming!

It was the following Thursday evening. I was at choir practice in the church building. There were about a dozen of us together, and Adrian was there. He was standing next to me in the back row as we were singing, all of us looking at a wall screen showing the words. I was in jeans which were a bit tighter over my bottom than I usually wear. Suddenly I felt Adrian's hand on my bottom, fondling me. I quickly glanced at him, gave him a little wink, snuggled a little closer to him and spread my legs a little wider. As we sang I felt Adrian's fingertips running slowly along the hem of my panties through my jeans, tickling me up and down the valley between my bum cheeks and underneath me between my legs.

When choir finished I stayed to lock up. Adrian made some convincing excuse to stay while everyone else left. Naturally no one expected the vicar's respectable wife to be up to anything she shouldn't be.

As soon as the church was empty we undressed each other, removing a garment from each other in turn. I was in jeans with a loose woolly top and a black satin bra and panties. I loved the way Adrian played with me as he removed my underwear! I told him how I like my husband to stroke my nipples through the material of my bra cups, and for him to stroke my vagina slit with his fingertips through my thin satin panties. Adrian did just that. My nipples were hard up and so sensitive with arousal and my panties were wet with juice by the time Adrian took my bra and panties off me. Perhaps I'm even more kinky than I thought.

Adrian was wearing grey briefs this time, not my panties, but they were almost as skimpy as mine and bulged just as much. When I'd got his briefs off and he was naked I did something else I'd never done with my husband, but which I'd seen women do to men in that filthy website. I kissed Adrian down his so masculine hairy front, letting his erect penis slide between my breasts. Then, squatting in front of him I licked him all over his balls then took the head of his penis between my lips and rolled my tongue over it.

I slid my lips up and down his shaft a few times, as if I was wanking him with my lips. His meaty grunts, the way he gripped me and the way he seemed like he was trying to shove his penis as far down my throat as he could for more told me I'd hit the right spot! I decided I'd certainly try that again, but the tingling in my aroused pussy was intense and I wanted his cock there, not in my mouth.

I didn't fancy sex on the hard stone floor of the church. In my masturbation fantasies about Adrian I'd imagined myself kneeling wide legged on a cushioned church pew with Adrian standing behind me fingering me between my legs from behind till I climaxed then giving it to me from behind with his cock. That's what I'd thought he'd do. But Adrian had had his fantasies too.

Our church is a typical English church built mostly in the Middle Ages. It's got a row of stone pillars along each aisle, each pillar rising from a little square stone platform base a couple of inches high and extending a few inches out from the pillar. As Adrian led me by the hand toward one of the pillars I knew exactly how he'd been fucking me in his fantasies.

I stood on one of the little stone platforms with my back against the pillar. I spread my legs as wide as I could. Adrian stood in front of me facing me the big soft head of his penis prodded me at just the right height, between my navel and my cunt. The stone pillar was hard and cold against my bare back so he got me one of the kneeler cushions to put between the pillar and the small of my back. That made it comfortable, and also had the effect of causing me to arch my back, thrusting my hips forward and swinging my breasts up and out.

Then Adrian started. He had a long play with my cunt, and it was obvious he knew just how to finger pleasure a woman. While he fingered my pussy he kissed me all over my breasts, then down my naked front. As his kisses worked their way toward my cunt I was getting more and more excited.

Then he did something my husband's never done. Standing like that with my legs so wide my vagina must have been gaping. He squatted down in front of me, kissed me on my cunt and licked his tongue along my vagina lips, darting his tongue into my vagina to tease my clit. The feeling of his tongue on my labia and darting into my vagina to my clit was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. My whimpers must have told him I could take any amount of that!

Being already excited from his fingers I climaxed! It wasn't an explosive, breast bouncing, leg kicking orgasm like I get in sex or masturbation, but a slow rippling throb of sex pleasure that welled up from my cunt and filled my whole body. I involuntarily thrust my hips forward to shove my cunt against Adrian's face as I came and the cushion fell away from behind me.

I was standing there with my legs wide and with my vagina still throbbing. I spread my legs even wider. I didn't care whether the cushion was there or not. All I wanted was Adrian's cock up me! He stood right in front of me and held me by my waist, just above the curves of my hips, with his penis head against my belly. With a smooth thrust of his hips he slid his penis into me so far I felt his pubic hair against my mound. It felt so big inside me, perhaps because his cock was massive, but also because I was so conscious that for the first time in my life another man's penis was in me and I was committing the ultimate marital sin.

Then Adrian fucked me, holding me by my waist as he thrust. His belly rubbed against mine and his hairy chest brushed rhythmically against my aroused nipples. He pumped me methodically for ages, grunting, and saying things like "Wanna fill you, slut," and "take this you whore!" I'd never been called a slut or a whore before and I rather liked it! When Adrian came he gripped me really hard, shoved his belly hard against me pushing me back against the pillar, and he grunted noisily as I felt his penis pulse and spurt inside me.

He held me against his naked body for a while then stepped back from me with his penis still half up with a strand of semen dangling from it. I was still standing there wide legged with my back against the pillar and I felt Adrian's semen trickling down the insides of my thighs. His cock hadn't given me a climax, but far more delicious than that I felt a deep erotic thrill at having done something really naughty!

Adrian and I had a summer of hot, steamy secret love after that, mainly in the church building. He shagged me in positions I'd never dared ask my husband to have me in, including from behind with me kneeling on a pew with my knees wide. I wanked him, he took me to orgasm with his tongue in my vagina, I sucked his penis till he came in my mouth, and lots more.

But it all came to a messy end. A girl in our church youth club got pregnant. The way she flaunted her ample wares in tight skimpy tops and skirts miles up her thighs I thought she was asking for it, but of course I didn't say. The culprit was Adrian. Then it all came out: Adrian's sex romps with her and with other girls in the youth club, his nude photographs of her and the others, and his collection of girls' knickers. Fortunately everyone involved had been over eighteen or there really would have been trouble. Adrian vanished after that and I don't know where he is now.

Since I'd been close to Adrian in the church choir someone asked me if I'd suspected anything. But by then I'd learned to be a good liar. I said I would never have guessed, and pretended to be as horrified as everyone else. After all I'm the vicar's so respectable wife who doesn't wear skirts high up her thighs or tight curve clinging tops that show off her tits, who doesn't wear bikinis, and who's so naive she doesn't even understand smutty jokes. No one would ever imagine someone like me would know about anything like that, would they!