Warning: This story contains depictions of taboo subjects, sexual acts and difficult sexual adult situations that some people may find offensive. If you are offended by such things, please do not read. This is a story of fiction and is meant for adult (+18) sexual entertainment and enjoyment only. I do not condone, encourage nor approve of such sexual acts. The scenes depicted in this story are entirely fantasy, all characters are +18 and do not relate to any people or events in real life.
Writer's note: It may be of benefit if you please read Chapter 1 & 2 of "Church Fete" prior to reading this story.
Chapter 3 -- Robert's Rapture
The Reverend Robert Kenyon was a 30yr old minister at the local village and his parish was prospering, his church usually quite full, on Sundays. Robert was keen on fostering a community spirit and so he and his wife Susan would often be involved with village events.
When the Church roof began to leak, it was Robert that was the instigator of starting a 'Church Roof fund' and arranged several local events to raise money. It had been a long 18 months but now the fund was so close to reaching its target. It had been during this time, Robert had been so busy with organising such events that he hardly noticed his wife or the change that had befallen her.
Susan was to all outside views -- a quiet and shy woman. She was demure and modest, and her relationship with her husband was very prim and proper. They had been childhood sweethearts, having met at church during Sunday school. Neither had really had much experience of sex outside of their own marriage and so it would be true to say that they were very inexperienced.
That had all changed of course, once Susan had been introduced to Mr and Mrs Johnson and had eventually embraced their hedonistic lifestyle. It was a lifestyle that Susan now enjoyed immensely and she was keen for her husband Robert to at least understand a bit more about her needs and desires.
But since the birth of their child, Robert had not come near her. Her child was 1 year old now, and Susan was long past the soreness that came with childbirth. Her pussy now craved to be filled once more, but Robert it seemed had different priorities, and Susan remained deeply sexually frustrated.
Robert busied himself organising raffles and fund-raising events in a desperate attempt to raise the money that the church had been quoted for a repair of the roof. In truth, Robert was a little frustrated and angry that the bishop had refused to contribute any church money to the fund -- the bishop stating that it would be better for the community if they raised the money, before then adding that he doubted the community would be bothered.
Desperate to prove the bishop wrong, Robert had been tireless in his efforts and as such the fund amount had grown gradually until now it was almost 90% of the total. Then, after a chat with one of the local policemen -- Robert was advised not to keep such a large amount of money in the Church vestry.
It was for this reason, that Robert had set off on his bicycle on a warm summer day and headed toward the main town nearby, where the bank was located. But half-way along, Robert became very thirsty and so stopped off at the nearby Church where his friend preached. Robert placed his bike against the wall, but thought nothing of leaving the bag full of money in the front basket, felling it would be quite safe.
However, it was as he was walking up to the Vestry that he heard a noise. Next to the church was a small embankment that led down to a river. It was not an area that people would pass by or happen across -- it was quite a private area. But the noise he had heard alerted him, it was a high-pitched squeal and Robert knew he needed to investigate.
But as he peered over the embankment, the vision that reached his eyes took his breath away. It was a young couple, perhaps about 21 or 22 and they were fornicating. He was about to call out when a strange feeling came upon him. They are only doing as God intended, he told himself. But as he watched, Robert realised to his shame that he was feeling a stirring in his loins.
Sexual matters in his own bed had been a little strained recently, ever since Susan had told him she was pregnant. At first, they refrained from sex so as not to damage the baby -- as Robert genuinely believed could happen. But then, after childbirth and his wife Susan had begun to exhibit rather strange tendencies. Some of the requests she made had disgusted Robert somewhat, and he had refused to indulge in them. As a result it had now been almost a year since he had had sex with his wife, or any form of sexual release.
But as he lay there on the embankment now, watching -- seeing the young girl's bare breasts heaving up and down as the young man plowed his member into her -- Robert realised that his own penis was becoming hard. At first Robert was mortified, a wave of shame and guilt washed over him. He should not be inviting such filth into his mind, he told himself.
But the primal desire in him began to grow, and so nervously he glanced around to check if he could see anyone else around. There was no one around and very little noise, save the grunting of the rutting couple that Robert was observing. A deep and lustful desire consumed him, and he shifted awkwardly feeling his penis engorge.
Robert gave a moment's thought. Masturbation was not a sin he told himself and if he masturbated whilst watching a perfectly normal act of sex -- then surely that was not a sin either. Convinced that he was reasonably comfortable with what he was about to do and satisfied that there was no one nearby, he dropped his hand and reached up into his cassock. Grabbing his penis, Robert began to rub it slowly as the young couple continued to fornicate. Then Robert at last got a glimpse of the face of the young girl and realised that it was a girl called Debbie -- who was one of his parishioners.
For some reason this seemed to excite Robert all the more, and the rubbing on his penis became quite vigorous. As Robert's breathing became laboured, he realised that the inevitable was about to happen and barely managed to grab a tissue before ejaculating over his hand. Robert cursed inwardly, hoping none of the dirty fluid had got onto his clothes. Quickly he wiped himself down and then slowly and quietly slid away.
Robert's woes were not over however, as upon returning to his bicycle -- he quickly realised that the bag with the money had gone. At first, he hoped perhaps his friend would have found it and taken it into the church for safe keeping. Robert was about to head to the vestry when his phone rang.
Taking out the phone Robert looked at it, a little bemused -- it was a text message from an 'Unknown' number and Robert very rarely got those sorts of texts. The content of the text, however, is what really worried Robert.
"I saw you jerking off while watching that couple fuck -- and I have a video of it. I have taken the money and that will be your punishment. If you go to the police -- this video will be sent to the Bishop, and to all your parishioners. Do not tell anyone about this, and do not make ANY attempt to get the money back or you will regret it."
Robert's face went white with horror and realisation. How could he have been so stupid, so irresponsible and why had he given in so easily to the pleasures of the flesh? Reluctantly, Robert opened the video and sure enough it was clear -- in the background the couple could be seen fornicating and, in the foreground, it was clear that Robert was masturbating.
Again, Robert glanced around -- perhaps hoping to see someone that might be able to explain this. But the sad truth began to dawn on him, the money was gone, and he had no hope of getting it back.
Cursing and lamenting his foolishness, Robert rode his bicycle back to his church, parked his bike and then immediately went to the altar to pray and to seek forgiveness. A part of him hoped God would listen and forgive him for his weakness. Tears began to roll down his face as he prayed, and so he was unaware of his wife as she strode up toward him.
"Robert. Whatever is the matter dearest?" asked Susan genuinely concerned.
When Robert didn't answer immediately, Susan knelt down beside him, throwing her arm over his shoulder in a comforting and reassuring gesture.
"It's OK Robert. You can tell me. Whatever is it that's upset you?" she asked once more.
Robert sniffed briefly, before turning to face his wife. His mind whirled, wrestling with the thought of what he should tell his wife. He could lie of course, and just say that the money was taken while he sought a drink of water in the Church vestry. But he could not condone that -- lying to his own wife. Robert girded himself, as unpleasant as it was going to be -- Susan deserved to be told the truth.
"Oh Susan, Susan I've been ... I've been so stupid." He began slowly, gauging her face for the reaction.
Susan went to speak when Robert stopped her. "The money ... I ... I was taking it to the bank, but I lost ... someone stole it." added Robert.
"Stole? But I don't ..." replied Susan, sounding somewhat confused.
"I ... I stopped to ... to get a drink. I left the bike and ... but then I heard a scream." Offered Robert, tenuously trying to think of how his wife would react to his confession of public masturbation.
