Wendy had always been hot. Small and petite with an angelic face, she possessed all the qualities that make guys drool. Her skin was flawless and her body had all the right curves. Even her voice had that rare - innocent but sexual quality that could put a lump in your jeans just by listening to her talk. I often found myself daydreaming about her, imagining how good she would be in bed.
Over the years we grew very close, best friends, often going out to the local nightclubs together. We would dance, have a few drinks and talk about our everyday problems. She loved too slow dance and after a few beers would start rubbing her hips seductively against me all along knowing it was driving me crazy. Then she would giggle almost wickedly and demurely rest her head on my shoulder and that was as far as it went. But as always happens circumstances changed, we both eventually married and moved away, losing track of each other in the everyday insanity of normal life.
I couldn’t complain though marriage was great and I loved my beautiful blond wife. Betty was prim and proper. She dressed in immaculate style, professional yet feminine and she always wore high heels accentuating her perfect long legs. She kept the house the same way, spotless and well decorated. She was even a great cook and often created gourmet meals fit for a king.
Every week she attended church and would come home telling me how great the sermon was. She forever tried getting me to attend but it wasn’t my thing. I would just wink at her and say someday honey, and Betty would smile and let it go. Then one evening she asked if I wanted to attend a midweek meeting with her at the church and I offered my usual response. Giving what almost seemed a big sigh of relief, Betty quipped ok! And quickly raced out the door. About fifteen minutes later her sister called. There had been an accident and Betty’s mother was in the hospital. I immediately jumped in my car and drove to the old church outside of town.
Something didn’t seem quite right and I decided to approach the building cautiously. The parking lot was dark and only three cars were there, Betty’s and two more. The church itself was dimly lit, and with a full moon overhead it held an eerie almost sinister appeal in the still of the quiet night. I knew it was probably my imagination that more than likely it was just a small financial meeting or something that only required certain members to be there. Nonetheless I approached stealthily just in case.
The huge double doors were cracked open about three inches and edging my way to the opening I peered curiously inside.
BAROOOOM
!!! My mind instantly
exploded
into a million confused fragments! I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. A gut wrenching sickness came over me as I silently observed the scene unfold.
Betty was on her back, resting on a hand-hewn bench that was just wide enough to lay on and waist high. On either end stood a dark skinned muscular man, each wearing a white robe. My wife’s delicate neck arched backward over one edge of the wooden alter, her long blond hair cascading in erotic fashion toward the planked floor. On the other end her high-heeled legs dangled over the edges revealing her clean-shaven mound. Betty’s firm breasts heaved with excitement as the eager admirers threw off their robes revealing their hard penises. A warped sense of satisfaction came over me. Neither one was as well endowed as I. That feeling passed quickly as a low unrecognizable chant emanated from the darkness on the far side of the erotic setting and the men moved to within touching distance of Betty.
My entire body was shaking. My mind was wrapped in a chaotic state of anger, horror, sorrow, and excitement all at the same time. I wanted to throw the door open and scream
