(Part 5)
The Encounter
Lisa
I was a bit apprehensive telling Dan I wanted to fuck Father John again...with his collar on no less...afraid that might be going a bit too far. When he pulled me close for a deep kiss, I knew he approved and our fantasies could go even further.
Awakening before Dan as the early morning sunlight poured into our room, I smiled when I felt the warm length of his morning wood pressing against my thigh. My own breathing became ragged even as his remained steady and, without waking him, I turned and wrapped my hand around his hard dick.
It just seemed the right thing to do, so I gently began stroking him. His cock hardened even more in my hand while his eyes remained closed. He moaned softly when the first drops of his precum seeped over my fingers. I leaned down and licked the head of his dick, the salty taste of his precum covering my tongue.
"Don't stop," he groaned, "that feels so good...please...don't stop.
There was no way I could deny him anything after the night before and I didn't want to in any case. I smiled at him and let my mouth drop down around his cock. After but a few moments, I felt his body tense, his hands grasped the sheets and he began to flail wildly.
"OH GOD...YES...YES...I'M CUM...CUMMING...YES!" my husband shrieked and shot several strings of warm salty semen into my mouth and down my throat.
I savored every drop as we cuddled after his orgasm. After a few moments, he began twirling my nipples between his fingers. One hand crawled down over my belly until a finger found the wet folds of my cunt. His finger gently massaged my throbbing clit until it was my turn to moan an orgasm.
After we showered and had some breakfast, we went for an invigorating hike around the lovely green countryside. We returned in time for lunch and Carol sat down to join us as we ate.
"It's a pity that Father John was called away," Carol said as we sat down, "but these things happen all the time in his business."
"I hope it is nothing serious," Dan said, "and what about the wedding and confessions and inductions?"
"Fortunately, he was able to contact another family member who can officiate at the wedding and conduct the induction. The confessions will just have to wait for another time."
"Another priest?" I asked.
"Actually a Lutheran bishop and his wife, a bit of luck really. They are able to drive up from the city but will have to return later this evening for services tomorrow morning at his church."
I tensed a little as she talked, quickly looked at Dan then turned back to Carol.
"May I ask who they are? After all this induction is a pretty...uh...intimate...affair." I said softly.
"Oh of course, my dear, but there is no need for concern. Bishop Grovener is a lifelong member of the family and quite a caring and, if I may say so myself, rather the loving man."
"And his wife?"
"Judith is an elegant and loving woman as well," Carol continued as she sipped her tea, "Richard married her from outside the family but made sure she was properly inducted before their engagement was announced. I believe that was thirty years ago or so now. A pity they could never have any children of their own."
I looked at my husband. Dan looked terrified. We were talking about my aunt and uncle. They were so respected by everyone. I know we were a long way from the city but I just couldn't believe it.
"If you don't mind, Carol, we need to go rest and freshen up a bit," I practically shouted and pulled Dan with me to walk quickly to our room.
"What are we going to do? We can't be found here by Uncle Richard and Aunt Judith!"
My first thought was that we would have to leave. Then I realized that it was impossible. We were stuck. Whatever could we say? What would they say?
It took us a few minutes to calm down and gather our thoughts. It was surprising how, once we accepted the inevitability of the situation, we became calmer and started to look at the positives. After all, if they were here, they knew what the family was all about and clearly participated for at least the last thirty years or so.
Judith looked very much like my mother. She was quite plump and very attractive. When Dan and I had discussed our fantasies and fetishes he had told me that he fancied my mother so I guessed he might like my aunt as well.
Judith was my mother's younger sister by two years. After she married Richard, we didn't really have very much contact, seeing them only infrequently over the years.
"Perhaps you should tell Aunt Judith what you would like to do to her...like you want to do with my mother. They look very much the same you know." I giggled after a few minutes.
He didn't laugh. I realized that he thought I was being serious. My mind did a somersault. Perhaps, I was being serious.
Instead of answering directly, he sort of panted and looked at me questioningly.
"Will we all be in the family with her...with them both?"
I knew then that he really did have designs on my aunt. Instead of rejecting the notion outright, I simply wondered that maybe it would be the same with my uncle. I wondered if he fancied me in the way I always fantasized about my own father. He was a seventy year old man, but very fit.
The words and actions of the last twenty four hours had changed our attitude completely. Fantasy was becoming reality. We talked more about the possibilities and Dan put it into perspective.
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If your aunt and uncle have been coming here for years, Lisa, they must like the idea of the family and apparently he introduced her to everything some years ago."
I could understand the way he was thinking. Basically we had fantasized about these sort of things for a very long time. Perhaps they had similar fantasies. Now if we joined my aunt and uncle in the family, the main difference was the fantasy would become reality.
After a few more minutes discussing the possibilities, we decided it was best to face the situation directly. Just then Carol called to ask if everything was alright. We told her about our problem.
"Your aunt and uncle just arrived. Perhaps it would be better if you came down now and greeted them yourselves. I won't interfere. You can take them into the small lounge. It is very quiet and you can make your explanations uninterrupted."
I felt frightened again, but knew we had to face it.
When we got there, my aunt and uncle were waiting in the foyer. The look of shock on their faces was a picture. I felt helpless. Dan was so solid.
"Let's go into the small lounge and talk," he said quietly.
