The next few days were a nightmare for Lena. She went down under the bridge when she got a chance to see if Damon was there. When she saw him, she was in tears. She told him about the slip-up she had made after they had sex at the cabin the last time. Damon questioned her and thought that maybe she was just a little too jumpy. He suggested that they let things cool down for a few days. He told her to just try to concentrate on what she would have normally done before they met.
She was still very nervous. That evening, she made dinner and served her husband as usual. She was uncommonly quiet and he again asked her if she felt okay. She told him that maybe it was her impending period. In fact, she had never had any problems with her period. After hearing some of the church women talk, she counted herself blessed that she didn't have some of the common problems that women experienced. Neil would not even know when she was on her period. It was not like he wanted sex every night. 'Ha', she thought, he barely wanted sex at all.
This was the first time that she had even mentioned her menstrual cycle to him. He was even a little flustered hearing her talk about it. Gradually, she came to realize that Neil was a little suspicious about her nervous behavior. He wondered out loud if she might be pregnant. She told him that it wasn't possible since she was already on her period. He certainly didn't check the garbage. In those days, women wore sanitary pads and belts to absorb the flow. They usually wrapped the napkin in toilet paper and put it in the trash. Lena was careful to keep hers covered until she could burn the trash every morning.
When another week passed, she was still jumpy and worried. Finally, he realized that something was wrong with his wife. One evening, he asked her what was really the matter. She improvised and told him that she had been thinking about sex and he had not appeared to want to have sex with her. It was a ploy, but she had to come up with something. He thought about this for a while and went off into the spare bedroom which doubled as his study.
That made it even worse. He felt intimidated. Women just didn't initiate sex in the 1950s. Especially in 'Christian' homes. For a woman to want sex was equating her with the harlots in the Bible. Neil was taught that the man was head of the home and women were to serve their husbands. It was understood by many that sex was for the man to enjoy and the woman just provided it for him. For his wife to be talking about sex, openly, it was beyond his reasoning. He didn't bother to bring the topic up when they went to bed and certainly didn't approach her for sex.
That just solidified Lena's desire to be with Damon. The next day, Neil was out ministering to the community while Lena was catching up on the bookwork for the church. Not long after he left, she went on her walk to the bridge hoping Damon would be there to help with her problem. Indeed, he was. Lena pulled off her panties and Damon picked her up with his strong arms and sat her on his beautiful black cock. She could not believe that with his damaged leg he could be strong enough to accomplish this. He bounced her up and down on his cock making sure not to penetrated her enough to make her scream. She came on his cock but managed to stifle her moans.
It was a quickie because she didn't know when Neil would be back. In her haste, she forgot to put her panties back on. As she scurried up the creek bank, Damon noticed her panties and picked them up. He would return them the next time they met or even better, keep them for a souvenir. She was halfway home when she realized that his cum, which he shot on her stomach, was dripping down the front of her legs.
Then the inevitable happened. She saw Neil's car turn into the driveway. She walked on unsteadily. When she got near him, he asked her what she had been doing.
"Just went on a walk."
"Down by the creek? That could be dangerous with snakes and such. Why don't you walk to the church and back."
"Really, Neil." She spat out. "You have to tell me where I can and can't walk?"
Neil was surprised at her outburst. He had never seen this side of her. It was like he had lit the fuse of the firecracker. He looked at her harder. She could feel Damon's cum running down the front of her body. She hoped he didn't notice it dripping off her legs.
"Lena. What on earth has been wrong with you? You have been acting strangely lately."
That was it. Everything was about her actions. No mention of him rebuffing her sexual advances. She was over the top now. She would regret it later but it came out in a flourish. If she hadn't been so angry at his insensitivity, she might have been able to stifle her outburst.
"I'll tell you what, Neil. I have been unfaithful to you. That's what. I brought up the subject of sex with you and you wouldn't even have a conversation about it. This is not how married people should act. The fact that I desire sex is not a sin. Maybe being unfaithful is but you are not innocent in this either."
"Lena. I don't understand. You have been unfaithful? How? With whom?"
"Look, Neil, I accidentally found someone who desires me and thinks I am pretty and sexy. You just rub up against me with no foreplay. Yes, that's right. I know about foreplay. You hop on and hop off like it is just a bodily function. You don't care if you please me or not. So, there it is. I have cheated on you."
Neil was flabbergasted. It didn't register on him at all. What was she talking about. He was a man of the cloth. Head of the household. Wives didn't cheat on their husbands in Christian homes. He had to wrap his head around this. He still couldn't fathom it even though she confessed to him. He was searching for a response.
"Lena. Where is this coming from?"
"Really, Neil. You are that naïve? Women have needs also. Don't think we are just there to cook and clean and be submissive all the time."
"I can't believe this, Lena. We have the perfect life. Serving the Lord. Did that register on you when you were, uh, uh, unfaithful? And with whom were you unfaithful?"
"It hardly matters now, Neil. You have all the grounds you need to divorce me. I am going to pack a bag and you are going to take me to my parents' house. I am going to talk to my mother. I guess I will have to listen to her condemnation also. I know you can't accept what I have done. I can hardly accept it myself. But I will tell you this. I have had pleasurable sex with someone and never with you. Make of that what you will."
Neil didn't know what to do. Lena packed a bag like she said she would. They drove silently all the way to her parents' home. Nearing the destination, Neil mustered up the courage to speak.
"What are you going to tell your parents?"
