Preacher's wifey perspective
She was surprised to see 3 big black men and a very large black woman sitting on the front row of her hubby's otherwise very white church. If she had to guess, the woman was about 50, tall, and large, easily over 400 pounds. In her opinion a big woman like that should have worn a skirt that was at was longer than mid-thigh and a top that better covered up her oversized boobs.
She was very shocked that she noticed, but it didn't look like any of the guys had on underwear and it seemed that what they said about black men was true, because each of them had something thick hanging down the legs of their jeans. As a good pastor's wife she went over and welcomed each one. She was surprised to hear that her hubby had invited them, since he hadn't mentioned it to her. She was more surprised when she felt a tingle of excitement in her clit as she shook hands with Irv, Sly and especially Big Mike. There was a wicked glint in his eye as he looked her directly in the eyes and emphasized the name, "Big" Mike.
Her knees were a little weak as she walked to her pew to sit down...and what was wrong with her, she could feel a wet spot in her panties. She cursed her hubby under her breath. Usually, he was horny almost every Saturday night or Sunday morning...and even though his cock no longer got hard, he sure did know how to use his tongue and lips on her needy pussy. But for some reason he hadn't made any attempt to get between her thick thighs this week and now here she was on Sunday morning, in church and so horny that the handshake of a strange black man, with very large hands had made her clit get hard and rub against her scratchy granny panties and made her wet her pants with desire. Her hubby better be ready to do some serious pussy eating after church.
She watched as her hubby came in and greeted the new folks. She wondered what Big Mike had said that made her hubby's face flush a bright red. In her horny mind, she imagined him saying something like, "I want to fuck your wife", but of course he wouldn't have said that to a preacher in church.
She tried to concentrate on the service, but she found herself, squirming in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her arms so that they rubbed over her hard, swollen, nipples. She thought she noticed her hubby glancing over at the black folks in the front row, a bit more than he should have. When he was sitting down as someone did announcements, it seemed like he was staring and licking his lips and she wondered if the big woman with the short skirt was flashing him.
As he stood to preach, she lowered her hand to her lap and pressed it against her swollen clit. Was it her imagination, or did he preach a particularly short sermon this morning. Maybe he was as horny as she was and just wanted to get home and devour her wet, aroused pussy.
In any case, almost as soon as the service was over, she thanked the new folks for coming, not minding that Big Mike seemed to hold on to her hand extra long. She was in front of him long enough to know that he seemed to enjoy her large, chubby white body because that thing down his leg was hard enough that it was pushing against his jeans. Again, she felt her pussy getting even wetter. She quickly excused herself and on wobbly legs, headed next door to the parsonage. She hoped hubby didn't take too long with his goodbyes, because she desperately needed his talented tongue between her pussy lips.
She always waited for her hubby to make the first move but this time she was desperate. She went back to the bedroom and quickly stripped off all her clothes. She had been taught that only sluts played with themselves, so she only rubbed her hand over her swollen clit one time, as she slid on a short, thin night shirt. God, where was her husband? She figured he had to be coming soon, so she sat her big, fat ass up on the dining room table, laid back, spread her legs and allowed the cool area to flow over her wet, hairy, mature pussy as her lip opened wide.