Amie 1

This is another story in the Accepting wife world. It takes place after Accepting Wife part(s) six, and the Pastor's Wife three. Enjoy.

Amie

Prologue:

Amie was lying in her bed, thinking about the past couple of weeks. Since her encounter with Pastor David, all she could think about was how at first she was frightened of him. But, then, she became aroused and part of it was her fear and his anger. She kept analyzing herself and wondered why the anger excited her.

Amie's husband, Ayden Lawsitter, was out of town for his regular job for a few days. Amie was hoping that the Pastor would have called her, or talked to her after last Sunday's sermon. But he had immediately headed away from his usual spot at the front of the church and did not greet the parishioners.

She wondered but realized that maybe Pastor David had probably had second thoughts about what had happened. The problem was, now she was very aroused. All the time. She needed sex and her husband was no longer interested. Pastor David was no longer interested, so she was not sure what she wanted to do.

Chapter 1:

The mall was almost empty when she sat down at the food court. Amie ordered a slice of Pizza and was nursing a diet Coke. Amie had always been shy, but people-watching had always been a hobby of hers. She had been sitting for about a half hour when the mall began to fill with people. She watched the woman with her two kids, do her best to herd them, with varying degrees of success. Another woman walked by, three or four sets of eyes, of younger men, following the statuesque beauty.

Suddenly there was a man standing in front of her. She thought it was not intentional so she tried to look around him. He leaned over and looked at her, "Sorry, I just noticed a pretty woman sitting all by herself and thought that maybe she might want some company."

Startled, she turned her focus to the man, "Oh..., sorry. I thought..., I mean..., never mind what I thought."

"Well then?" He replied.

"Uhm, well then what?"

What she was in front of her was a gorgeous black man. Tall, built like a tank, his head shaven, his smile gorgeous. "Well, do you want some company?"

"Oh..., sure, I guess."

"Sure, or I guess? Which is it?"

Amie laughed, "Have a seat, sir. My name is Amie by the way."

"Well, pretty lady, my name is Robert. But, most people call me Junior. Whatever you would like. What I want to know is why such a pretty woman as yourself is sitting here in the food court all by yourself?" Junior sat down, a bit smile on his face. "You don't recognize me, do you?"

"You are a bit familiar, but sorry, I can't place you."

"Well, honestly I know your husband. We have spoken a few times. I am a member of the same small church you go to."

"Oh..., yes. Now I remember you. Yes, I have seen you at the church."

"Well, where is the Deacon?"

"Oh, he is out of town for a while. Not for the church, for his regular job."

There was a sadness on her face that Junior immediately recognized. He could guess why, her husband he knew was having an affair with the Pastor's wife. The truth was, that he had been with her a couple of times himself. She happened to be wild in bed, and Junior enjoyed their encounters. "Is there something going on? You seem just a little sad."

Amie is all, at five feet eleven inches. Had she wanted to, she could have been a model when she was younger. Her long blonde hair was gone, and she wore a hat to hide her recently growing short hair. But, she was still attractive, her stark green eyes looked at him, and her full lips, perfect nose, and round cheeks made her a true beauty.

"Why would you say that? Why would you say that I am sad?"

"Oh, maybe I am wrong. But, Amie, you are very pretty, and sorry, if I am being forward, but can I take you to lunch. Would you like some company?"

Shy Amie looked down at her hands in her lap. She then looked up, having a difficult time making eye contact with this very attractive man. "First of all I am just now growing my hair back, so I can't be all that attractive." She then suddenly realized that his man was flirting with her. "You do understand that I am married?"

"I do, pretty lady. I was just offering to take you to lunch. That's all. Well, for now." A bit grin crossed his face as he spoke to her. "It's just lunch."

"I am at a food court. I am already eating."

"Amie, I meant a real lunch."

"Okay, where did you plan on taking me to lunch?"

"Well, before we decide that, please, can you tell me what is bothering you? You never know, just talking to a stranger might help."

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it. It is probably nothing you can help with anyway. So..., where were you planning on taking me to lunch?"

"Okay, before I let you change the subject, I want you to know that I can tell you I know something about your husband. I bet that this is what has you sad..., or upset."

Amie could not believe what he had just said. Did he truly know, did he know that her husband was cheating on her? Did it matter, she had cheated on him. "Junior..., I think I like Robert better. Anyway, what do you know?"

"That your husband, the pillar of the community, a deacon in the church, has been cheating on you. Not only that, but he has been cheating with the Pastor's wife." Amie could not believe he knew about her husband's affair, and an incredulous look crossed his face. "Oh, don't look so shocked. I think you already knew he was cheating on you."

Amie blushed and answered, "Yes, I know about it, but how do you?"

"It doesn't matter. But, there is something else you are not telling me. Anyway, let me take you to lunch. I know this very special place, and I think you will enjoy it."

She still continued to demure, but Junior managed to talk her into going to lunch. "I have my car here," she said as they started to leave. "I'll bring you back to get your vehicle, don't worry."

Chapter 2:

Junior drove her to a nice house, in a very nice suburban neighborhood. "Robert, this does not look like any restaurant I have ever seen. It looks like a house to me."

The handsome black man walked around the car and opened her door. "I promise, this place serves an amazing lunch. This is my father's house. I texted him we were coming and he is making us lunch." They were walking toward the front door, "I promise, this man is one of the best cooks you will ever meet."

"Okay, fine, show me to this spread."

They walked up to the front door and rang the bell. After a couple of minutes, Robert Senior answered the door, "Oh, so this is your lovely lunch date. Amie is it?"

"Yes, Amie." He escorted them into his living room as she continued, "You are quite beautiful, Junior was right."

"God, you look like his older brother, not his father. Are you sure you are his dad?"

"Oh, thank you for that. Anyway, come here and let's sit down to eat. I am sure my son told you that I am a good cook. You will see." They entered his spacious living room. The seventy-inch TV was positioned on the far wall next to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. In front of it, centered in the living room, was his large couch. An end table with a lamp stood to the left, and at a ninety-degree angle to the couch was a smaller couch, or love seat, with its end facing the hallway. On the wall opposite the TV and next to the hallway, there was a shelf adorned with knick-knacks, pictures, and a single shelf of books, with a scenic painting hanging above it. The kitchen and dining room entrance was perpendicular to the wall, and a desk with a computer on it was to the left of the entrance.

It was this they entered, the small dining room, a sumptuous lunch laid before them. The smell of a beef stew or soup, a bowl of salad, toasted bread with bacon, ham, and turkey on a plate along with various cheeses on another plate. He had also made some fries, the amazing smell wafting off of the plate. It was Junior who said, "Jesus, Dad. Did you make enough food?"

Robert smiled, his only answer was to motion for them to sit down. During that lunch, they talked, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company. Amie hadn't had this much fun in a long while and really enjoyed her time with these two handsome black men. Amie had been married to Ayden, a black man, for many years. Initially, she truly loved him, but the affection had faded long before she became ill.

These thoughts brought melancholy to her mind and a look of sadness. Robert Senior asked, "Why the sudden quiet, Amie?"

Amie shook her head, "Oh, it's nothing. Just some thoughts I should try to let go of. Nothing important."

Junior then said, "With that look on your face, and your sudden quietness, it must mean something. Come on," he waved his hand indicating himself and his father, "You can tell us. Consider us your sounding boards."

"Why are you so curious about what is bothering me, Robert. Okay, now I see why they call you Junior. Anyway, why do you care?"

It was Senior who responded, "Maybe, lovely lady, my son is just trying to get in your pants."

She looked at Robert, "First of all, you have to be kidding. Who wants to..., well who would be attracted to me. I don't have much hair, I am still skinny. I mean..., I am not much. Much to look at."

Junior smiled at her. "Are you sad because your husband cheated..., is cheating on you? Is that it? Or, is there something more? I mean, that is probably enough to make you sad, but, I get the feeling there is more."

She looked at Junior, then she looked at Robert, "What would you say if I told you I had also cheated on my husband? I mean, what does that make me?"

Robert bobbing his head up and down said, "Revenge?"

"Kind of, yes. I guess it was."

He then asked, "Well, I guess I don't blame you then."

Junior then said, "You like black men, don't you? I mean your husband is a black man."

"Honestly, he was the first and only black man I was ever with. I was with only one other man before him."

"But, recently there has been another, right?"

Amie responded. "Let's not talk about that. I feel guilty."

Senior interjected, "Come on. You feel guilty because you enjoyed it. You feel guilty because you want more. Has he contacted you since the..., incident?" He had a smile on his face as he said the incident.

She did not immediately answer, but hesitated, "No..., he has not."

"That is why you are upset, you were..., you are hoping for more, aren't you? It's okay, Amie. We understand."

Junior then said, "What would you say if told you we were part of..." He looked at his father, "What would you call it, Dad?"

"It's not that complicated." Turning and looking at Amie he said, "We are part of a sex group. A bunch of men and women who have sex with each other."

Amie turned and looked at Junior, "But you go to church. You are a religious man."

Junior chuckled, "One can believe in God, and still want to have lots of sex. You are simply feeling guilty..., and probably for no reason. Try to relax, Amie. What I want to know is who was able to seduce you, or did you seduce someone?" He winked at her as he said this.

"No, he practically raped me! I mean..., he was so angry. I think..., I think he came there to confront my husband who was not there. When he saw me he lost control. I mean he was like an animal. But then he changed... This is hard to explain."

"If he practically raped you, then why are you feeling guilty?"

"Well, because I gave in. I mean, after he calmed down I invited him to... Well, you know."

"...and you enjoyed it," Junior said. "You liked it so now you feel guilty. This is the problem with too much religion. It keeps people from enjoying the simple things in life. Because of your description, I know who it was. The Pastor himself came to your house, didn't he?"

"Oh, Jesus, you can't tell anyone about that. I mean..."

"I'll make a bargain with you. Come with me, and no one will ever know about your..., indiscretion. No one will know that you fucked the Pastor."

"Do you have to put it like that? God, it sounds horrible when you put it that way. What do you mean,

come with you

?"

Junior stood up and reached out his hand. Amie could guess what he wanted. "Uhm, Junior, I don't know what kind of woman you think I am, but..."

Still standing next to Amie, he reached out his hand on her lap and grasped it, "Come with me, Amie. Come on."

Reluctantly she stood up. Did this man actually want to do what she thought he wanted to do? He pulled her out to the living room and then turned left down the hallway. He came to the first door on the left and opened it. It was a well-appointed room, the bottom end of a bed directly across from the opened door. Next to the bed on the right was a bedside table with a lamp. To the left, she could see sliding closet doors, and to the right a dresser and a desk. The room was a bit dusty as if it had not been used in a while. But she could see the spread on the bed was fresh, so she suspected the linens were also changed and clean.

"So, you suddenly think I am easy, is that it?"

"Cut it out, Amie. He came to you in anger..., did that turn you on. Did you get all wet when he started to force you? Come on, he got a bit rough with you and you liked it." He walked towards her and pushed her to the left side of the bed. He walked her all the way to the wall.

Amie was wearing a blouse that was anything but revealing. Loose fitting, hiding her figure, with buttons up the middle. Junior pushed her against the wall, one hand on the wall to her left, he had his other arm on her shoulder holding her in place. She looked at him, a look on her face that was a combination of fear, and lust, or so he thought. Junior leaned in and brought his face very close to hers,

"Are you frightened, Amie? Do you think I am going to take you?"

With shaky words, she replied, "I..., I don't know. Are you..., are you going to hurt me?"

Junior grinned at her, "When I slide my big cock into you it is going to hurt a little at first." Then in an angry voice, he said, "Take off your shirt! Now!"

Junior took a step back and watched as she quickly brought her hands up and began to unbutton her blouse. Junior, acting impatient said, "Quicker! Get that shirt off. I want to see your tits!" She then began to unbutton faster. As she finished with those buttons he reached up and pushed the short-sleeved blouse back and then off of her. He could see her plain bra, was hooked in the back so he said, "Turn around."

"Uhm, I...," he interrupted her.

"Turn around! Let me take that bra off." She obliged, his forcefulness making her become immediately wet. This man really could read her, she thought. After the bra was off he turned her around. Her tits were not large, but they were perfect in form, round with small and attractive nipples, and very small areolas, perhaps the size of a quarter. He admired her b-cup breasts and could not help but reach out and squeeze both nipples.

"Oh..., oh, my god, Junior."

In a calmer voice, he said, "Take off the rest of your clothes, and make it quick." She quickly undressed, and Junior did the same. She stood before him naked, and her juices began to run from the way he was looking at her. He pulled back the spread, then the linens. "Climb in, Amie. I think you need some play time."

Amie did not hesitate, for now, she was so excited, she wanted it. The bed was big, perhaps a California King. She slid onto the bed, "Move over, let me get in there next to you. She moved to the opposite side of the bed, and he lay back in the middle. Looking at her, he assumed she was wet. "Come here, Amie. Climb on top of me. Straddle me with that pussy of yours."

Slowly, nervously, she climbed onto him and straddle his cock. She had avoided looking at it, but as she got into position she realized he had an enormous one. She looked down at it, "My, God. You..., you are huge."

"That is why I have you start this way. You can take as much of my cock as you can handle. Take your time..."

"You think..., you think I really want this. That I want to..."

Again he interrupted her, "Yes, you do. Now take my pole and settle your pussy down on it."

"Junior..., I don't know, I don't know..."

"Now Amie! Take my cock and slide your pussy down on it. Fuck me now god dammit!"

Amie tentatively grasped his cock, but she had to rise up onto her feet before she could truly straddle his manhood. She then put just the tip of his cock at her opening and slid down on him. "Oh..., fuck, Junior. You..., you are so fucking big. Oh God..."

Junior then pulled her by her shoulders. He brought his mouth to hers as she settled down, about half of his cock inside her. Amie could not help herself. She kissed him passionately, now moving slowly up and down on him, taking more and more of his cock into her. She moaned into his mouth in rhythm to her motions, to her pumping up and down on him. Their mouths separated and she looked at him. "I..., I can't believe I am doing th-this. But..., fuck it feels good. I have..., I have almost all of you inside me."

Junior brought his mouth to hers. He pushed his tongue in between her lips, and sensually he probed her mouth, kissing her, stabbing her mouth with his tongue. She responded, wrapping her mouth around his tongue, she sucked it into her mouth, reciprocating his attention. He could feel her, she was squeezing his cock as she moved up and down on it. Once again their mouths separated and it was his turn to talk, "You are going to be our slut now, okay? You get that. We are going to fuck you a lot."

Still moving, not trying to stop, she said, "W-we? What do you mean we? I..."

He once again interjected, cutting off her words, "Get on your hands and knees, It's time to take some cock that way."

Amie looked at him nervously, "I don't know... What do you mean, we?"

Again he raised his voice, he knew that she was afraid of him but aroused by him. "Now! Get off." As she climbed off of him, he moved aside. She got into position on the bed, her head a foot from the headboard, on her hands and knees. With a smile on his face, he climbed behind her. Without another word, he grasped his cock, found her opening, and then pushed it into her.

His hands on her hips, Junior fucking she said, "Oh, God, Junior. You..., you are so big. So big. I have never felt anything like it. G-go slow. Oh, but you do feel good, Junior."

Junior looked down, his cock going in and out of her. He could not quite get the entire length of his cock in her, for he hit her cervix before he could completely enter her. "You..., you do have a nice pussy, baby. Such a nice pussy." As he looked down, he saw a streak of her cum on his dick. It turned him on and he began to move faster. "Fuck, you came, didn't you, Amie."

"I did, oh god I did. Junior, p-pull out. I am not on birth control. Please pull out before you cum."

Junior grunted and responded, "Okay, I..., I will. I am going to fuck you hard now. V-very hard, baby. Oh, God, cum for me again, Amie. Cum on my cock. Please cum on my cock or I am going to spray your insides."

"Ohhhh," she moaned and squeezed his dick. "Junior..., Junior, I..., I am cumming again. F-fuck yes, I am cumming. Oh y-yes, I am cumming. For you Junior..."

Just then the bedroom door opened and Robert Senior walked in, "Are you about done, I want my turn."

Junior still pumping, looked over at her father at the same time as Amie turned and looked at him, a strange look on her face. "Put a condom on and take over here, Dad. Come fuck her and I will fuck her after you finish." Before she could say anything, Junior pulled out while his father undressed and then quickly put on a condom.

She started to move and Junior said in his angry voice, "Hold still. Dad's turn, just hold still."