The Pastors Wife Part Three: The Pastor
Chapter one
David was in shock. He had known something had been happening with his wife, but he did not realize that she had been having an affair. David returned early to surprise Lucy, only to find his wife not home. David called her cell phone, but she did not answer. David had not told his wife that when he gave her the cheap phone, it had an app that had the location of her phone, wherever it might be. All he had to do was activate it.
He trailed her to the hotel and immediately spotted the Deacon's car. He waited most of the night, afraid to go into the hotel and find what he knew he would find. Early that morning, a few minutes after sun-up, he watched as his wife climbed into Ayden's old station wagon and the pair of what he knew were lovers, drove off.
David could not go home. He could not face his wife, his beautiful Lucy. At that moment, when he witnessed her leave the hotel and climb into his car, she knew that part of the reason she had done this was because of him. It was because he had been neglecting her for far too long. The guilt almost destroyed him. He felt as if he was going to do something bad. That he needed to do something bad. David climbed into his ten-year-old car and drove around. His mind was racing, he could not decide what to do.
He drove by the chapel, knowing that she was probably home, fast asleep. He could not face her, not yet. Instead, he intended to destroy Ayden Lawsiter. His wife's health had been bad in the past couple of years, but he knew that recently it had greatly improved. He even saw her in the church the last Sunday he had given a sermon and she looked well.
David drove straight to his house. He had finally decided what he must do. He planned to confront the deacon in front of his wife. He parked where he lived in an older suburb, his car in front of his deacon's home. His lawn was always neat and trimmed and the house had been recently painted and looked better than most in the neighborhood. The day was clear, the sun shining belying the Pastor's morose mood.
Usually, Ayden's old wagon was parked in the driveway, so he was surprised he did not see it. He thought to himself,
did they go to fuck somewhere else. Were they still fucking
? It made him even angrier. He felt crazy, enraged was the word, and he had never felt like this before. He knocked on the door and then waited for Ayden or his wife Amie to come to the door. After half a minute, Amie answered the door, "Oh, Pastor, how can I help you? Ayden went to run some errands. He was up all night working on something for his regular job."
Amie had looked gaunt as she had gone through chemo and radiation therapy. But looking at her now, he was surprised at how good she appeared. Ayden, her husband, was in his late forties, but Amie was a decade younger. Ayden had always thought she was attractive, light-skinned, and a beautiful face. But, at that very moment, he thought of her in a very crazy and inappropriate way. Tall, at five feet eleven inches, she could have been a model when she was younger, had she wanted to. But, she had worked as a nurse. She considered it her calling until she had become sick, just over two years ago. Her long blonde hair was gone, and she wore a scarf to hide her baldness. But, she was still attractive, her stark green eyes looked at him as she answered the door. She used to be a bit overweight, but she had lost weight and was now more attractive than he realized. Her beauty, her simple attractiveness fired his lust. David had not realized that anger could cause him to be aroused.
David pushed his way into the deacon's house. He shoved the still slightly weak woman back into her living room. "Pastor..., David, what are you doing." David was quite familiar with the layout of their house, so without a word, he pushed her down the hallway behind the bedroom, away from the living room. "Pastor, what are you doing!?"
David finally decided it was time to speak, "Your husband is fucking my wife, don't you think it is only fair that we fuck!?"
"David, please. You..., you are acting crazy. David..., please..." Amie was wearing a thin shirt and a plain white bra underneath. Amie had always been attracted to the pastor, but she was a married woman. She wore plain brown shorts, standard white underwear underneath, and sandals. He pushed her through the entry to her bedroom, the door already open. "David, this is not like you. What the hell are you doing?" Amie had not had sex with her husband in over a year and a half. With the chemo, she had not been able to get aroused, let alone wet. She felt a wetness between her legs for the first time, in a long time.
David pushed her into the room and then shoved her roughly back onto the couple's queen-sized bed. He began to pull off his shirt and then said, "I know you like that black dick of your husband's, how about some white dick, Amie." David could not believe his own words, but he was not in the mood to make love to a woman. This was revenge. He was going to have sex with this woman if he had to force her.
She attempted to turn and move away, but he grabbed her ankle and yanked her toward him. Amie, now lying on her belly across the bed, hanging halfway off the bed, the weakened woman cried aloud, "No, David, don't." He pulled her to him, grasped her shorts from behind at the waist, pulled them down, and off. He let her loose for a moment on purpose so she could crawl partway up the bed. David then grabbed her again, pulling her flat. "D-David, what..., what you going to do? Shit, no, David, Please. I..., I am not ready for this. Please, let me get ready."
David ignored her pleas. He was crazy at this point. David had always been strong, so he pulled her underwear off of her. In a completely wild mood, he let her crawl away towards the top of the bed, but immediately behind her, pulled her by her hips to her knees. He was so strong he held her in place with one hand while he unbuckled his pants, pulled them down, and freed his dick. Still holding her, he managed to get them pulled off with his underwear. Still screaming he placed his rigid dick at her opening. "No, please. Don't do this!" But, inside, she could feel that she wanted it. He might be crazy, but she wanted his cock. She knew it was wrong, so she tried one last time. She pleaded with the Pastor, "David, please, don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me."
Somehow those words managed to get through to him. David fell back onto the bed, lying next to her. He could feel his dick at full attention. Despite his desire for sex, he now felt guilty about what he had been doing. His anger was still there, but it had subsided. "Sorry, I will leave now. I..., I got carried away, Amie. But, it is true, your husband has been having an affair with my wife. How long, how often, I do not know."
Amie didn't understand what was happening; she was wet. It had been a long time since she felt wetness between her legs. Her husband had not had sex with her in a very long time. With the chemo, she had not been able to become aroused at all, but right now she could feel her loins wanting sex. Still frightened, but wanting to know, she rolled onto her back and said, "David, how do you know this?"
He answered her question, "I followed her to a hotel. I spent the night in the parking lot while they were inside. I watched them exit the hotel and climb into your wagon."
Amie went up on one elbow and looked down at him. Without a word, she pulled off her blouse and then sat up and unhooked her bra. "If we are going to do this, let's do it." Suddenly Amie decided at least with the Pastor she would have sex. She needed the intimate contact desperately. She suddenly wanted this angry man to fuck her.
David smiled to himself. "So now you want me to..., to have sex with you."
