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Cassandra Garrison lay back on the bed. Her legs were spread, her nightgown pulled up to her waist. Her husband, the Reverend Dwight Garrison's unsightly bulging flab pressed into her abdomen, thrusting madly into his wife's vagina. What the Reverend didn't see was his wife's eyes. If he had bothered to look at her in the darkness, he would have seen tears gathering there --- the tears of unfulfillment. As usual, he was out of touch with her needs, her desires. Though he was an esteemed member of the community, his wife usually came last on his priority list. She was merely a child-bearer, caretaker, cook and wife. And, in the evening a submissive and convenient receptacle for his passions.
Mrs Cassandra Garrison was a beauty. She had been a cheerleader in high school, she kept in shape, took care of her appearance. She had long dark hair, and many people thought she looked like Catherine Zeta Jones. Her breasts were soft and full, and she cared for her legs by taking an evening run.
She remembered the married woman who came to the church for counseling. The woman was having an affair with a young man in her nieghborhood. She knew what she must tell the woman, that it was God's plan to keep her passions for marriage. Like any good pastor's wife, she did her duty. However, Mrs. Garrison was intrigued by the girls descriptions of her passionate meetings with her lover. The graphic descriptions of preparing herself for afternoon trysts with her lover had aroused Cassandra. She could picture a young, handsome man tenderly entering the woman's marriage bed, bringing fullfillment to an empty woman's heart. While she had counseled the woman to end the relationship, her heart had wondered, "Why was it so wrong? The husband had not appreciated or fulfilled his wife, and no one was getting hurt. Wasn't it healthy to have the woman satisfy her normal and healthy needs in a discreet manner?"
Her husband was still laboring above her, his small penis barely reaching the entrance of her vagina with clumsy thrusts -- how could he fulfill her when his flabby belly prevented him from entering her easily. He always preached about carnal and earthly desires, but never failed to fulfill his appetites in gluttony at the dinner table. She closed her eyes and tried to shut out the feelings she was having. Please hurry. Her husband groaned " Ahhhhh... Cassandra... Thank you Jesus!!" The tears ran down her cheeks. She knew she would never feel more, never feel love. Fantasies and dreams she harbored of a passionate love would never be fulfilled. It was that fact that saddened her.
Moments later, her husband had rolled over and was breathing loudly. She listened in the darkness. She tried to be thankful. She was blessed with a handsome son and beautiful daughter. She wanted that to be enough. Somehow, it wasn't. She needed more. She longed for a return of love and passion to her life. To be touched, caressed, whispered to in a heartfelt way.
Thankfully, Cassandra soon fell asleep. But her sleep was soon plagued by one of her husband's more vitriolic sermons. She was sitting in her Sunday's silk suit, prim and neat, so tired and hoping the sermon would be over soon. It was just a dream, but it felt so real. A thin, glistening line of sweat appeared on the border of her lace encased bosom, her white skin glistening as a small beam of morning sun awakened her....
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