While his wife scooched up onto his lap, David asked with a desperate tone, “Donna? Why… why did you stop?”
Looking down at her husband, Donna giggled and replied, “Oh, Sweetheart… did you really think you would be getting off that easy?” A sly grin spread across the horny wife’s beautiful face as she undid the tuck of the towel between her breasts. “I have plans for you, my dear husband,” she whispered as she removed and dropped the towel behind her.
David’s eyes went wide as he gazed upon the naked beauty straddling his lap. Donna held her shoulders back, which proudly thrust her mouthwatering tits forward… her pink nipples hard enough to cut glass. Her freshly showered body bathed in the moonlight that illuminated the darkened bedroom, giving her milky white skin a haunting glow. The sweet scent of Donna’s lilac body wash filled his nostrils, enhancing his arousal. Over the twenty-three years of their marriage, he had seen his gorgeous wife nude too many times to count; however, this time, something about her seemed new and exciting.
While looking up at Donna, David could see an expression on his loving wife’s face he did not recognize. Her blue eyes conveyed what appeared as a longing… a lust… maybe it was hunger. It made the good pastor feel less of her husband and more like helpless prey. He found it be somewhat terrifying yet at the same time strangely exhilarating.
With her eyes holding David’s stare, Donna rose up and hovered just above his rigid manhood. Using her left hand, she positioned the spongy flared head at the tight entrance to her starving pussy. She then leaned forward and grabbed hold of the headboard with both hands. They simultaneously moaned as Donna lowered herself down, slowly and completely swallowing her husband’s cock with her saturated cunt.
As she rocked her hips back and forth, Donna leaned down lower towards David and pressed her lips to his. Little did her husband know that not long ago, her beautiful mouth greedily sucked on the ejaculating penis of a teenage boy. The same boy was dating his daughter and dined at his home earlier in the evening.
After passionately kissing David for a few seconds, Donna pulled back and whispered, “Okay, Preacher Miller… you better buckle up… cause you’re in for a wild ride.”
David watched in awe as Donna began riding his average-sized cock as if she owned it. Still speechless from her surprisingly brazen manner, he gazed up into the undersides of his wife’s jutting breasts that wobbled just inches from his face. He then reached up and grabbed hold of her swinging tits and pinched her rubbery nipples in the process.
The extra stimulation sent a jolt of electricity from Donna’s pencil eraser-shaped nubs straight down to her buzzing clit. “Oh Yesssss!!” she hissed as her hips went into overdrive, causing the headboard to begin tapping against the wall. “Ugh! Yes! Ugh! Yes!” Donna called out in rhythm each time she hit bottom.
As she quickly reached the summit, Donna’s hands tightened their grip on the headboard. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back as she took flight and called out, “Yes… Oh… Yesssss!!!”
While the euphoric waves spread throughout her convulsing body, an unintended thought crept into Donna’s mind. A vision of Jacob’s monster cock flashed in her head… intensifying the orgasm. She felt guilty, but it was no match for the incredible sensations lighting up her nerve endings. She couldn’t help but scream, “OOOHHHHH GAAAWWWWD….YEEESSSSSS!!!!”
David could only smile as he ignorantly assumed he was responsible for Donna’s thunderous outburst. Little did he know his loving wife’s thoughts were elsewhere. Her writhing body was with him in their marital bed, but her mind transported back to her SUV parked behind the deserted restaurant with her hands and mouth full of Jacob’s gigantic sex tool.
Moments later, Donna lay atop of David, softly moaning while catching her breath. Still coupled together, she could feel her husband’s rigid member twitch periodically inside her juicy quim.
David lay underneath Donna, still a bit confused and intrigued. In all their years of marriage, he had never witnessed his prim and proper wife so sexually wild and aggressive… so wanton. It was as if she was a different person… using him for her own personal pleasure. Even though she acted totally out of character, the conservative pastor had to admit… he kind of liked it.
Slowly Donna raised and sat up straight on David’s lap. While brushing her platinum blonde hair out of her radiant face, she smiled and commented, “Wow… I needed that!” She then let out a soft moan as she closed her eyes and rolled her hips… ever so gently stirring her honey pot.
David stared up at Donna. She looked so sensual and sexy while gyrating her sweat-covered body. Her creamy skin seemed to glisten in the pale moonlight. She appeared less a conservative mother and pastor’s wife and more like a lusty porn star. The sensations of her warm pussy clutching his aching cock caused him to groan. He then said, “Honey… I must say that was… incredible! But… ummmm… I didn’t finish.”
Donna stopped moving her hips and looked down towards David. She then leaned forward and supported herself by placing her hands on her husband’s shoulders. Staring into David’s eyes, she gave him a wicked smile and whispered, “Silly boy… you weren’t supposed to.” She then leaned closer and gave him a peck on the lips.
Seeing the confused expression on David’s face, Donna giggled as she sat back up straight. With a deep sigh, she added, “Don’t worry, sweet hubby of mine, you’ll get yours… eventually.” The horny wife then grabbed the headboard and resumed grinding her hips, stoking the flames of arousal again.
Donna bit her bottom lip and moaned, “MMMmmmmmm!!” She then once again looked down at David and said, “Sweetheart… I hope you’re comfortable… I have a feeling it’s gonna be a long night.”
Gazing up at his bewitching wife, David could see a lusty… almost evil gleam in Donna’s eyes. His throbbing member twitched as he whispered, “Oh Lord!!”
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On Sunday morning, Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell walked into church together, carrying their Bibles and holding hands. Robert was dressed in a standard gray suit and blue tie. Karen wore a knee-length Sunday dress with short sleeves, sensible heels, and a matching purse. Usually, Jacob would have been with them, but he came down with a stomach bug, so his parents thought it better if he stayed home to rest.
The Mitchells eventually parted ways as they mingled with other church members. After a few minutes of shaking hands and pre-service pleasantries, Karen noticed Scott across the sanctuary talking with a small group of young men around his age.
Karen eventually worked her way over to Scott and greeted him with a warm hug. After pulling back from her son-in-law, she asked, “Where’s Rachel? I wanted to speak with her about something before service began.”
Shanking his head, Scott replied, “She’s not here, Mom.”