Mrs Potter has wild sexual fantasies in Church and then confesses her sins
Mrs Potter had a problem with alcohol. Ever since she was about 20 whenever she touched alcohol she would get overwhelming sexual urges that made her very very promiscuous and would do absolutely anything that would result in her having an orgasm.
When she and John got married they often used alcohol to improve their sex life and whenever they were in the mood for sex she would always have a glass or two of white wine. Even now at the age of almost 50 she continued to spice up her sex life with a glass of wine. Husband John loved it when she was in that sort of mood.
She was delighted when she became a grandmother for the first time and when her daughter asked her to arrange a lunchtime gathering for friends and family before the baby's Christening she was really excited. As most guests had travelled long distances the plan was they would all have a buffet lunch, go to the christening and then head off home.
The day started really well with a glorious sunny day and as guests arrived they went straight into the garden to enjoy the food and drink that Mrs Potter had prepared.
There was plenty of champagne but Mrs Potter made sure she stuck to the non-alcoholic one she had bought. John made sure he poured her a glass of the non-alcoholic bubbly. What she didn't notice was that one of the guests had put her glass of the real stuff down next to hers and then picked up the wrong one by mistake.
When it was time to head off to the church Mrs Potter picked up what she thought was her non-alcoholic glass of champagne and gulped it down in one go.
They soon arrived at the church and everyone took their places. Mrs Potter sat in a row with John and her son-in-laws parents, Roger and Fiona, and within a few minutes she got those wonderful sexual stirrings that she so enjoyed and immediately realised that she must have drunk the wrong champagne.
She crossed her legs knowing that Roger was watching her intently. She started swinging her leg causing her high heel shoe to swing from her toes. Although the service had started she paid no intention to it, her sexual feelings had taken over all her interests. She glanced sidewards and could see that Roger couldn't take his eyes off her legs. She wriggled in the seat causing her skirt to go higher and showing her stocking tops.
The higher her skirt rose the wetter she got between her legs. She crossed her arms and without anyone realising what she was doing she started playing with her nipples beneath her blouse. She looked up and saw that the priest conducting the christening was in his early thirties and started fantasising about him.
They are alone in the church and she is kneeling in front of him praying, but then she parts his full length gown, he is naked underneath. She reaches out for his cock and as she strokes it he starts getting an erection. He knows it is wrong, she knows it is wrong, but neither of them can stop themselves.
The priest puts his hands behind Mrs potter's head and pulls her towards him. She knows what he wants and is more than willing to do it for him. She opens her mouth and her lipstick coated lips clasp his hard cock between them. Mrs Potter reaches up and squeezes his balls and starts sucking his cock. The young priest can't stop himself and thrusts forward to meet her sucking lips. This is something he has never experienced before, although he was no stranger to masturbation, since he became a fully ordained priest he had trained himself to resist anything to do with sex.
But now he was out of control and Mrs Potter was not going to stop until he had emptied the contents of his balls deep inside her mouth.
Mrs Potter was suddenly brought out of her fantasy as the congregation started singing a hymn, but her thoughts and her eyes were on the young priest and now she was imagining his erect cock plunging deep inside her wet pussy as she leaned against the altar. The more she fantasised the wetter her pussy got. She just knew that she had to cum and cum very soon.
Somehow she managed to control herself until the service was over and everyone left and went their own ways. Mrs Potter and her husband returned home and she told her husband how she must have drunk the genuine champagne and needed to cum. They went indoors and she drank another glass of bubbly. She quickly managed to get her husband's clothes off him and leaned over the back of the sofa. She wanted her husband to fuck her from behind. As he eased his cock into her wet and welcoming pussy she imagined she was leaning against the altar and that it was the young priest's cock that was bringing her to a thundering orgasm.
Not content to cum once she managed to coax a second load of cum out of her husband which bought her to yet another thumping orgasm.
Later that night in bed Mrs Potter began to feel guilty about her sexual and disgusting fantasies she had in church.
Her husband got up and left for work and Mrs Potter, still feeling very guilty, decided she needed to go to confession.
She dressed and went off to church. She just had to seek forgiveness for her terrible actions.
She entered the confessional and the priest soon made himself known and asked her, 'How can I help you today?'
Mrs Potter replied, 'I have behaved inappropriately father.'
'You need to tell me more,' he replied.
Mrs Potter began to relate exactly what had happened in church the previous day. The priest listened intently, not only as a priest but also as a man and he found that the more she told him the more he found himself getting aroused.
Surprisingly, Mrs Potter found that the more detail she went into the more aroused she got. The more aroused she got the more details she went into. The priest asked her what form her arousal the previous day had taken.
She replied, 'Well my nipples got harder and as I crossed my arms I was able to squeeze my nipples without anyone noticing what I was doing.'
The priest then said, 'How good does it feel when your nipples get harder?'
'Oh, I love it,' she replied. 'It makes me damp down below, you know, my vagina starts getting wet.'
'Mmm, I see,' he said. 'When you're aroused do you always refer to that part of your body by that name?'
Mrs Potter was now getting quite embarrassed and pleased that the priest could not see her blushing. She was also getting more and more sexually aroused as she confided in the priest.
'Well actually, sometimes I call it my pussy and if I'm really aroused and feeling very naughty I call it my cunt.'
'And how aroused were you yesterday,' he asked.
'Oh I definitely thought of it as my cunt.' she confessed.
'And what about now?' he asked.
She very quietly answered, 'My cunt, I'm sorry.'
'There's no need to apologise, the priest replied. 'So you're feeling sexually aroused then?'
'Yes,' she replied.
'If you were at home by yourself what would you do about your sexual arousal?' he asked.