Sally and David were rocked by their first taste of cuckoldry. Both of them want to do it again, but they don't really know where to start. Luckily for them, the hot new priest is waiting to hear Sally's confession and he's dominant enough to tell everyone what to do.
Contains a submissive voyeur husband, first time anal sex and lots of material for future confessions.
This short story is roughly 4,700 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.
“Shall we turn the chairs to the walls?” He stood to move his seat so that we wouldn’t be looking at each other while he heard my confession.
I did the same with the chair on my side of his desk. We sat with him facing the bookshelf and me facing the window. Oh, the irony of me looking into the light as I plotted to drag him into the darkness.
“Bless me Father for I have sinned. It’s been three weeks since my last confession.”
He sat quietly and I didn’t know how to begin. “I’ve been having lustful thoughts, Father.”
“About someone other than your husband?”
“Yes, Father.” I paused as my pulse raced faster. “I’ve been with another man.”
The silence in the room stretched out between us and I started to think I’d made a mistake. He must have thought I was a harlot of the first degree. It was ridiculous to think that these antics would lead to his seduction.
“How many times?”
“Only once.” I turned to look over my shoulder and caught him staring at me. The heat in his eyes was a welcome surprise. I took a chance and got up, walking around the desk to kneel in front of him.
I put my hands on his knees and he put his hands on top.
“Do you repent of your sins?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I want to do it again.” I dared to look him in the eye and saw a hunger burning through his calm exterior. David was right. He did want me.
“Then you must stay away from this man. For the sake of your marriage.”
“But I don’t want him.” I moved my hand up to his thigh and felt his muscles tense beneath his trousers. “I want you.”
“Mrs Brennan, I don’t think this is appropriate.” He moved my hands away from his lap.
“David doesn’t mind, Father.” I slipped my hand out of his and made a grab for his crotch.
He tried to say something, but it faded into a groan of pleasure.
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Published July 4, 2012
by French Letters Press.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.