The three of them got dressed and finished up with daily tasks. Later that night my wife received a call from one the church deacons. He told her that he had a very important matter that he needed to bring to her attention. My wife agreed to meet with him in the church office the next morning.
The next day my wife went to see Mr. Jacobs the deacon who had called the previous evening. He was an older tall slender black man. Doris was unsure of how old he was. He was sitting at his desk when my wife walked in. He stood and shook her hand, please have a seat he said. Mr. Jacobs was looking intensely at the computer screen.
"Well Miss Doris, it seems we, or better yet you may have a problem." Jacobs said as he turned the computer monitor around so my wife could view the screen.
Her mouth fell open and she was lost for words. On the screen was an image of her in the church sanctuary between pastor Byron and Kelly. Mr. Jacobs began to explain that the previous week the church had installed a system of surveillance cameras. Unfortunately, the church had experienced some break-ins lately. Deacon Jacobs was, at this moment the only one with access to view the images on the cameras. He also clarified that Kelly and Byron were both, unaware of the cameras. Doris was thankful for him bringing this to her attention and was scared those images or video might get out. Mr. Jacobs understood her concern.
"How can we make sure this doesn't get out?" my wife asked. Mr. Jacobs returned the monitor to its original position. The deacon stood up from behind his desk and at that moment my wife noticed the outline of a huge cock in the older black man's slacks. "I can't make any guarantees but maybe we can work something out," he said sitting on the edge of the desk.
Mr. Jacobs made no attempt to hide is semi erect cock. My wife is a smart woman. She took Mr. Jacobs' hand and guided him back to his chair. She reached down grasping his cock. "How about deleting those videos?" she asked gripping his cock more firmly. She knelt down between his legs. She began to undo his belt buckle. "Delete the footage Mr. Jacobs you won't regret it" she told him licking her lips and giving him the most seductive look, she could muster. Taking the mouse from his hands she manipulated the mouse finally deleting all the videos and images she could find. Keeping her word, she turned attention to the older black man. It took a few seconds to free his cock from the confines of his slacks. Doris was impressed at the size of the cock that was now in her hands. She looked at Mr. Jacobs as she licked the tip of the ebony shaft.
"Will this be incentive enough to keep those videos from resurfacing?" she asked.
My wife ran her tongue around the head of his dick, licking his cock up and down. For some reason she wanted this to be the best blow job she had ever given. His cock was the largest she had ever encountered. She made sure to cover it with saliva, kissing, licking and stroking before taking much of his cock into her mouth. She heard the old man moan when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. My wife did the best she could to relax her jaws allowing more of his manhood into her throat.
"Oh Miss Doris," he moaned, " it has been a long time."
"Cum for me; I want you to cum." my wife pleaded between bobbing on his cock.
She could feel him tense up. Securing her mouth around his phallus she prepared herself just as he exploded in her mouth. She gagged but kept her lips wrapped around his cock. Doris swallowed as much as she could jet after jet, giving the deacon his best blow job ever. In the back of her mind, she knew this wasn't going to be the last time. She continued to suckle and caress the deacon's manhood even after his climax had resided.
Over the next several days activity was normal at the church. The volunteers and staff were busy dealing with the weather-related issues. More heavy snow had accumulated throughout the day and Doris was nervous about driving home. When pastor Byron heard of her predicament, he quickly offered to drive her home. At the end of the day the two of them made their way to the church van. Pastor Bryon was a gentleman and walked her to the church van and assisted her up into the passenger seat. He didn't miss the opportunity to grab her ass in the process.
At our home Byron parked the church van at the curb and once again assisted my wife. He held her tight to his body as they walked their way to the front door. Doris thanked him for making sure she got home safe. The pastor said she was more than welcome and informed my wife he had no plans for the remainder of the day and suggested he go inside with her. My wife didn't want to be rude so she obliged. Like a good host she took his coat and offered to make him some coffee. As my wife began to prepare the coffee Byron moved behind her wrapping his arms around her. He leaned down and kissed her ear and whispered he had a better idea than coffee.
Doris turned away and attempted to remind him that she was married. Byron being the man he was could easily read the signs that her body was responding otherwise. Once again, he moved close to her, pulling her to him. Slowly Byron leaned down looking my wife in the eyes. Doris could feel her resistance fading. Again, Doris explained to the black pastor that this wasn't right and that she was married.
"So?" Byron said before kissing my wife. Their soft kiss quickly turned passionate. She could feel his bulge growing between them. Bryon kissed her neck, then her ear. Pulling her hair Byron ordered my wife to suck his cock. Her only response was a moan. Without thinking my wife began to unbutton Byron's shirt followed by his slacks. The pastor placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed Doris to her knees. He wasn't forceful, she willingly dropped into position. She removed his semi erect cock and stroked it.
"I really shouldn't be doing this," my wife stated as she admired Byron's black cock, "I am happily married." Byron cut her off.
"Maybe so, but I know your husband can't please you like I can."
She continued to stoke his ebony shaft watching as the foreskin covered and uncovered the bulbous head. Doris was truly amazed by his size as she used both hands to manipulate Byron's cock. Gradually my wife opened her mouth and took only the tip of his cock into her mouth.
"That's it, suck my black cock, take some more." the black pastor urged the white wife.
Pulling the foreskin back my wife took more of his cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed a few times before she again admired the cock in her hands. It was covered with thick veins, her hand could not completely close around it. Doris licked underneath, then resumed sucking the pastor's cock. She continued to use both hands as her mouth coated his ebony shaft. Byron stood observing the conservative white wife he'd recently conquered. He enjoyed converting white women to the joys of interracial sex, especially pretty white wives.
