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The good Reverend Gibson wasn't as contented as Joan but he made up for it with the conscience-comfort he gleaned from his newfound fidelity to his marriage vows. And his 'little mouse of a wife', as Joan had characterized her when he strayed from the marital bed with that buxom beauty, was turning out to be something else.
Rachael Gibson didn't know what had got into her husband since about three months ago but, whatever it was, she was happy about it. Fourteen years ago she'd been an innocent, seventeen year old virgin when she married Bill. Sherry had arrived nine months later.
She had accepted her role as wife and mother and had regularly submitted to her husband's sexual demands, which, fortunately she thought, became less frequent after the first year of marriage. Of course she was unaware of the fact that the lessening of Bill's demands coincided with his discovery that there were members of his congregation who would provide variety in the satisfaction of his considerable libido.
The sex act had been a problem for his ingenuous bride. Painful at first, after a few times she found that she had to fight sinful and improper thoughts and desires. Her function, she believed, was to provide a vessel for her husband to release his base, manly needs and a good, Christian woman would not have such base needs, herself. Before marriage she had discovered masturbation and had done it occasionally. Lately, although it left her with a feeling of intense guilt, she'd begun to masturbate often when she was alone as was frequently the case. God had made her like she was and surely he would forgive her, she'd rationalized.
Three months ago Bill had given her license to reveal her sinful nature. "Do you enjoy this, Rachael?" he'd asked right after she'd felt his huge hardness buck and spit inside her. "Did you cum?"
"Yes Bill... I enjoy satisfying you."
At that moment her husband felt a guilt that matched what he'd felt when his daughter had dropped the video bombshell on him. For fourteen years he'd ignored his wife's needs. Reaching down between their still coupled bodies he'd began to titillate her hard, swollen clit.
Things progressed rapidly from that moment on. Bill wandered from the marital bed only vicariously. Rachael became the substitute for women and girls he still lusted after. At first she had been reluctant but soon she was a willing and increasingly skillful participant in their lewd scenarios. She was sometimes a sex-hungry, ignored housewife, a role she could play from personal experience. At other times she was a reluctant virgin, often a very young one, and occasionally her husband was a rapist. She also did a very good impersonation of a prostitute. Her vocabulary was significantly expanded now and she discovered, among other things, that the words of sex enhanced her sinful pleasure. She had become a mature sextoy.
Rachael turned the sign to say that Reverend Gibson is OUT, entered his office and locked the door. Then she loosened her hair so that it hung in two pigtails and removed her coat.
Reverend Gibson was seated on the open futon. Playing games with his wife in this location added an extra fillip of eroticism with the memories of his many illicit liaisons right here. He looked appreciatively at the woman who, a this moment did not look like a woman, or at least not like a thirty something mother of a thirteen year old.
Eyes demurely downcast, Rachael drew back her shoulders to better show off her recently acquired DD bosom. Then, timidly, she looked at the man sitting on the futon.
"Mom said I was supposed to come see you, Reverend Gibson?"
"Come over here, Rachael." Damn. She almost looked like a little girl with the tight sweater and short skirt, standing with her hands clenched at her sides. Except for those lovely, big tits. Bill was glad that his wife had agreed to the enhancement of her modest though large nippled breasts. "Yes, my dear. She asked me to talk to you about the games you're playing with your Uncle Ben."
"Uh... what games. Sir?" The make-believe youngster looked shyly down at her feet.
"I'm sure you know what I mean, Rachael. But before I try to help you, you have to be honest with me and tell me what you and he do."
"Uh, I? Like? We just kinda play, Sir?"
"Tell me... show me how you play, Rachael."
"Well, I dunno, Reverend? Like, he's my uncle so we play family stuff?"
"I'm your minister, Rachael, so you can play that with me. Too."
"Uh, like, I sit on his lap, Sir?"
"Then come sit on my lap, Rachael." Acting very timid and unsure of herself, Rachael sat on Bill's lap. Wasting no time on preliminaries, Bill slid one hand up under her short skirt and the other under her sweater to cup one of her big, unbrassiered, and silicone-enhanced breasts. "My, Rachael. You're getting to be a big girl aren't you?"
"Mmm hmm... Uncle Ben says that, too. Do you have a little niece that you play with, Reverend Gibson?"
"No my dear. But maybe you can be my niece for today." The minister's hand squeezed the big, firm breast globe and he felt the nipple pop to instant erection. His other hand moved higher on her easily parting thighs to the moist softness between them.
"Should I? Like? Do you want me to play with myself, Sir?"
"Yes, Rachael. Just like with your Uncle Ben."
Rachael wriggled out of her short skirt and peeled off her sweater so that she was naked on her make-believe uncle's lap. She leaned back and her hand snaked down between her thighs. Her pussy was fat and clean-shaven. The sight of the shapely female with big, firm breasts and a hairless, little girl pussy was intensely erotic. Rachael's fingers moved with the skill developed during years of unsated desire and, play-acting or not, her cheeks flushed and her breathing became laboured.
Bill played with his wife's marvelous mammaries as her naked bottom squirmed on his lap and her fingers sluiced between her fat, swollen labia. "I think you're going to cum, little girl," he said softly, his voice husky with growing lust.
"Yes! Oh yes Reverend Gibson. Yes!! I'm cumming!" And Rachael's lush buttocks flexed and wriggled as she gasped and panted through orgasm.
"Is that all you do, little girl?"
"Nah... no. Uncle Ben... he... like... he does something too. He takes off his pants."
The horny reverend slipped his pants down and Rachael twisted around so that she was straddling his hips, his huge erection sticking way up between her widespread thighs.
"Golly, Reverend Gibson? You sure have a big cock!" She'd sensed that he liked being told that he had a big cock but, faithful wife that she was she didn't realize that it was of exceptional size.
"And you have lovely, big breasts, Rachael. What else does your uncle do?"
"He fucks me, Reverend Gibson. Are you going to put your big cock in my fat, little-girl cunt and fuck me like he does?"
"Would you like that, little girl?"
"Oh yes, Reverend Gibson. I'd like that a lot." Rachael grasped her husband's long, thick tool and raised her hips, positioning her fat, clean-shaven pussy directly above the plum-sized knob. "Fucking is fun."
The minister laid back on the futon, his gaze fixed on the fat-lipped slit of his wife's wetly glistening cuntlips. He'd been surprised at how readily the seemingly prudish woman had picked up on his tentative suggestion a few months ago that they have these pretend sessions. She had not only agreed to all of his prurient propositions, she had added her own extras, especially the words she used. And right now she looked the part she was playing, a young, oversexed nymphet with pigtails, big breasts and a hairless pussy. Almost as good as the real thing, he thought.
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