"Okay," Annette said. "Did you tell him to come clean?" she asked.
"I told him that he needed to, but left the rest up to him," Dan replied.
"I guess he decided to do it tonight," she said.
"Apparently," Dan said.
"It's just...vanilla sex is just not enough for me. I need it...in other ways," she said.
Dan could only imagine what she meant. While she was talking, he was trying not to admire her breasts. But he was finding himself immensely attracted to Annette. He could feel his cock getting hard again. He was dressed casual as well and his jeans weren't leaving him a lot of room for his cock to grow.
"I guess that's why I reached out to the other guy. I just...needed..." Annette trailed off. Her eyes were glued to Dan's crotch. Dan saw it and tried to subtly adjust.
"Pastor..." Annette said slowly. "Can I ask you a question?"
At this point, Dan was scared to say yes, but he was a pastor and pastors really couldn't say no. "Sure," he said.
Annette paused for a moment. It was an uncomfortable silence. Finally, she asked, "Do you have an erection right now?"
There was absolutely no mistaking it. Dan's cock was almost at full mast. His jeans were uncomfortably tight.
"Annette...umm..." Dan stumbled for his words. "I don't think that's appropriate," he said.
"What's not appropriate is that thing in your pants," Annette said. At this point, Dan knew where this might head. He knew it, but it's like he couldn't stop himself. He felt two things inside of him battling it out for control. For one, he loved his wife. The sex was great. He had no complaints. But also, he sometimes craved something different. He also instinctively knew that if this went any further that he was risking his career. Again, it felt like something took over.
"Pastor, I have an idea," Annette said. Dan knew he had lost control. One thing he learned in his training for counseling sessions is to maintain control of every session. But there was no stopping this. Dan was almost to the point of stuttering. His cock could not get any harder in his jeans and he felt like his mind was no longer in control of his actions. Annette leaned in and got on her knees. "Why don't we help each other?" she asked.
Dan instinctively stood up. Annette reached for the button on the waist of his jeans. He could see straight down Annette's blouse at this point and was enjoying what he saw. Annette unbuttoned his pants. She slowly unzipped his zipper. The relief that he felt when his cock was freed from it's denim prison was amazing. Again, Dan was not huge. He was just above average, but he was big enough that his cock was in some pain until she released it. Annette rubbed his cock over his underwear. Dan put his head back and groaned. "You like that, don't you?" she asked.
Dan could barely talk, but managed to mutter, "Yes." She continued to rub his cock over his underwear with one hand while she reached for the waistband with her other hand. She slowly removed her hand from his crotch to grab both sides of his underwear to pull them down. Dan's cock bounced up, completely freed now. He could see the lust in Annette's eyes as she looked at it. He may have been just above average, but Annette was looking at his cock like he was John fucking Holmes.
She wasted no time. Her mouth engulfed his cock and began to suck it. Dan was so worked up, he thought he might explode right then and there, but Annette knew what she was doing. She began to slowly swallow more and more with each gulp until she had his whole cock buried down her throat. He could feel her work her throat muscles like fingers and her throat teased the head of his dick.
Suddenly she stopped. She stood up and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. Dan just stood there in awe. She took off her blouse revealing a skimpy, lacy bra. She reached in and kissed him. After a sloppy kiss, she shimmied off her jeans and bra and then her panties. Annette stood in front of him completely naked. She grabbed Dan by the shoulders and turned him around and she sat down on his chair. Realizing that Dan was still in shock, she spread her legs and said, "Lick my pussy." Dan, as if in a trance, knelt down and pulled her crotch toward him by lifting her thighs. She smelled wonderful. She had a musky scent that was still clean and she was completely shaven. Dan began to lick her pussy and Annette began to moan. At first, Dan focused on her actual vagina getting his tongue as deep inside of her as he could. Slowly, he began to tease her clit. After about five minutes, he felt a small increase in her wetness and she moaned and released her first orgasm.
After that, he continued to lick her and he inserted one and then two fingers inside of her. He began to finger her, slowly at first and then harder and harder, occasionally stopping to do what his wife called "spirit fingers," the "come here" motion. She began to writhe and buck like a horse that couldn't stand its rider. He wondered briefly if he might be able to get three fingers or more inside of her, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted when Annette bucked harder than she had before. Finally, she froze. As she held herself there, a stream of fluid shot out of her. Dan had never been with a squirter before, but she was definitely squirting. "Oh my God," she muttered. "Stick your cock in me."
Dan was fully out of control at this point. He quickly stood up and lined up his cock and plunged it inside of her. He slid right in with no problem. Annette was super wet. He pumped her slowly and began to build up a tempo. As he began to increase his speed, reality began to set in. He was a pastor. He was married. He was inside his church. He was inside his office. And he was fucking a church member. This was not right. But he couldn't stop and he lost control again and told himself that he wouldn't stop. He increased his speed. The sound of his pelvis crashing into hers was turning him on more and more and he began to feel his balls aching for release. Almost as if she knew, Annette said, "Come inside me, you motherfucker." That was all the encouragement Dan needed. With a couple more thrusts, he almost felt like his soul left his body. He felt his eyes roll back in his head as wave after wave of pleasure swept over him. He grabbed Annette's hips and held on while he filled her up. Dan completely lost track of time. He couldn't tell if he came for ten seconds or ten minutes. He saw colors and rainbows and almost felt like he was floating above his body as he filled her pussy full of cum. Finally, the waves began to subside. "Oh my God," he heard Annette say. "What?" he said.
"I've never seen someone cum like that before. Are you okay?" she asked. Dan pulled out of her and slumped to the ground. "Yes," he said. "I think so." Dan was suddenly very thirsty. "Pastor, did that just happen?" Annette said.
"Yes," Dan said, trying to catch his breath. "And it can never happen again."
"Oh my God," she said. "You're my pastor," she muttered as if suddenly realizing what had happened. "I have to go," she said. She began to get dressed. Dan just sat there as if in a daze. "I'll let myself out," she said.
"Hey," he said. "Let's talk about this later."
"Okay," she said. "Later." She grabbed her purse and quickly left.
Dan must have sat there stunned for a long time. Finally, his private phone rang. It was his wife. He had been gone for over two hours. He answered the phone and assured her everything was okay. He would be home shortly. As if suddenly coming back to himself, he called Carl. Dan reassured him as well that he and Annette had a long talk. Carl confirmed that Annette had come home and went straight to bed. Carl said he was going to sleep in the spare bedroom that night. After that, he called Henry back and told him everything was under control. Dan dressed and drove home in stunned silence. What the hell had just happened to him? A week ago, he would have never dreamed that cheating on his wife was a remote possibility. Now...he was so tired, he didn't know what to think. And what about his orgasm? In all his life, he had never had an orgasm that strong. Dan wasn't sure he had anything left inside of his balls.
When Dan got home, his wife and kids were already asleep. He grabbed a shower, something he rarely did in the evening, and crawled in the bed beside his wife. He would figure this out in the morning.
