"Amen."
As I stepped back from the pulpit, I said, "You may be dismissed to worship or to leave. May the God of peace shine upon you this week." I walked off the platform, to my office. I was taking off my lapel microphone when my lovely wife swept in. Without saying a word she grabbed my belt on the left side of my waist and pulled me toward her as she turned me around. Her hand went to the back of my head as she pulled my mouth to hers. The passion of her embrace was surpassed only by the warmth of her kiss.
I felt the tip of her tongue sneak through my lips. I opened my mouth to taste the sacred wine that still wet her tongue. Her taste was delicious, and I explored her body upwards from her waist where my hands had drifted. I felt the curves and softness of her until I found her breasts. I softly squeezed her breast with my fingers, and rolled her nipple between my forefinger and thumb each time I ran my hand across her chest.
Jessica broke the kiss, and put her cheek to my cheek and whispered, "I want you... I'll be waiting at home." She turned and slipped silently out of the room. I prayed to myself, "God, I have to get home." I stepped into the narthex to greet those remaining. Tonight, Randall the maintenance man was locking up, so I was going to leave early.
I pulled into the driveway realizing that I didn't remember the any of the 5-mile trip to the apartment. My mind was wandering onto the dark purple, push-up, demi-bra that Jessica was wearing that night. The lace felt so good as I pressed my hand to her breast. I relived it a hundred times on the way home. My penis was so hard and erect that it was rubbing on the steering wheel and I had a ½ inch wet spot on the front of my pants. Anticipation... how delicious!
The door of our ground floor level apartment opened as I stepped in front of it. She's been awaiting my arrival. I walked into the living room where the ground floor, bay window blind was pulled open for all the world could see inside. I was greeted with a kiss of passion. Her tongue slithered inside my mouth as she held my cheeks in her hands. She looked in my eyes and with a sulk she said, "You're tense... I can help you."
Jessica slid her face down my chest and stomach to the belt of my pants. I'd thrown off my suit coat already, and kneeling, she opened my pants and slid them to my ankles. My underwear followed. She looked up at me in the eye as she slid her pursed lips over the head of my penis. The tension that she kept in her lips was fantastic as she pulled on the head with a tremendous force. Her tongue swirled over and over the very tip, and my knees nearly buckled from the sensation.
Just as I reached the point that I couldn't take her ministrations to the head of my cock, Jessica pressed her lips up the shaft as she swallowed me. I could feel the muscles in her throat tighten on the head as she buried me deep in her mouth. I just whispered, "Thank you Lord Jesus. Oh, God I love you Jessica. You are so good..."
When my shaft was fully in her mouth and throat, she slid her tongue back and forth under the shaft as if she was milking it...and she was. I was on the threshold of explosion when she suddenly pulled completely off me and looked into my eyes from her knees. She coyly said, "You want some behind?"