Fantasy Files - The Pastor's Wife

This is one of the intimate experiences drawn from the secret corners of our minds when husband and wife merge our desires and share the rush of pleasure that must remain a well-kept secret between us. Entrusting our fantasies to each other sets our minds and bodies free to explore pleasures that would otherwise be forbidden.

No sooner had Mike started the car and begun to back out of their parking place, Kathleen mused quietly to him in that tone that signaled something erotic was simmering just beneath the surface. "That was an interesting dress Julia was wearing this morning."

Mike smiled and silently nodded as he calculated what response he was willing to risk. Julia was their Pastor's wife. As they pulled out of the church parking lot following the Sunday service, images of that dress still flickered in his mind's eye. That is, images of that dress AND what was veiled behind it. His smile and his pause gave room for Katheen to fill the silence.

"Maybe it was just me. She seemed so aglow this morning in that dress..." Before the silence allowed enough time for Mike to reply, Kathleen added, "...aglow in an almost edgy way."

Mike kept his eyes on the road as he echoed, "Yes, in an edgy sort of way. I agree." He felt the tittillating edge of their words and their subject. Then, after letting the vibe linger in the air, he breathed further life into the moment. "Makes me wonder if she has an idea."

Kathleen smiled, slithering her hand to his shoulder, and asked, "Has an idea about what, sweetie?"

Mike felt Kathleen's finger tracing a soft circle along his shoulder as his mind was tracing the mental images he had stored up of those soft curves of Julia's body under that dress. He felt his heartbeat quicken. He tried to not stammer as he floated his words aloud as if he had to whisper to avoid others hearing what he said. "Has any idea that... there are... some, um, eyes discreetly admiring the view."

As he maintained his composure well enough to continue the drive home, Kathleen giggled and echoed, "Yes, the view." As she spoke those words, she oh so slightly ran her free hand along the modest v-neck dip along the collar of her sweater. Like a swinging pendulum, her hand brushed back and forth making several passes along that neckline as she murmured, "... and you like that view, don't you sweetie." With each pass of her hand, she nudged the collar lower.

Mike's eyes darted back and forth between the road and that sweet view dancing next to him. Kathleen felt the pleasure of his eyes, and from the touch of her own soft fingers plying softly across her sweet, pale flesh. Her full, 38c breastflesh was easily excitable and always marked by the undeniable evidence of the impossible to hide swelling of her large pink nipples. In the sweater she was wearing the upper edge of those nipples were safely veiled; veiled until that pendulum sway of her hand nudged the collar lower and lower with each pass.

"It makes one wonder . . ." Kathleen said as her voice tailed away, leaving the balance of her thought unspoken.

Mike nudged the thought forward. "Yes, makes one wonder if perhaps there is more to that sweet view than, well, just a sweet view."

Kathleen cooed as she felt a light wisp of air kiss the upper crest of her nipple as it slipped into view for an instant. "More than a sweet view," she echoed.

By the time they arrived home and pulled into the garage, the two of them had found a seamless connection in their arousals. Mike was able to blend the visions of Kathleen's body exposed with his cravings to see more of Julia's body. Kathleen discovered a moist zone of desire fueled by her desire for Mike and the latent, bisexual cravings kept secret from all except Mike.

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BREAKFAST TWO DAYS LATER . . .

As they sat at the table sipping their morning coffee before Mike prepared to make his was to the office complex of the business they owned, Kathleen made a passing comment.

"Julia is going to stop by this morning. We are supposed to look over the budget for the Christmas program."

"Ho-ho-ho," Mike puffed with a smile. "You girls have fun with that one."

Kathleen quickly replied, "Well, I did think we could have fun, but not exactly budget fun."

Mike was curious. "What type of fun then?"

Kathleen slid her hand to Mike's thigh as she looked into his eyes. Mike saw that smoldering heat of passion flickering in her brown eyes as she politely asked, "Do you think you would have time to video Skype with me later this morning? I mean, in private?"

Mike loved those last two words. IN. PRIVATE. That was their code for some fantasy fun time they would sometimes schedule together. His mind raced through the morning agenda and knew he could easily blow off all commitments. "Just tell me what time, baby."

"About 9:30," she said.

"Okay." Mike tapped out a note on his schedule to make sure he did not forget. Like he could actually forget this.

"And Mike, she is supposed to be here at about 8:30. I might be in a slightly deceptive and manipulative mood when she arrives."

"Deceptive and manipulative mood?"

"Yes. But I don't want to tell you too much lest I both ruin the fun of the surprise and give you too much to think about." She smiled to affirm him and added, "Just be your loving, horny self and let me see what I can do. Don't assume anything. Just be you and respond normally as if you think I am the only one home and we are having some private time together."

He loved the sound of that, even though he really wanted to know more. But Mike knew his wife all too well. She loved opportunities to create edgy experiences that pushed the limits of their pleasures. She never seemed to lack for creativity. And she also never failed to deliver a rush that pushed him over the edge.

For Mike, the morning seemed to be stuck in time, each minute taking an hour to pass. He began to fear that the erection his anticipation had stimulated might be cause for concern. He knew he could only handle the discomfort of his thick dick unfurled in his jeans for so long.

For Kathleen, she mentally rehearsed what she thought would be the perfect plan, dependent only on her being convincing enough to Julia and finding that crack of vulnerability in Julia that she was certain she could not only locate, but exploit.

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8:28 am

The knock at the door was startling. While deep in thought with all sorts of hopeful, erotic visions and fantasies, a knock on the door was instantly an instrusion of reality. But the real shock was who awaited on the other side of that door as it opened.

"Brian?"

"Suprised to see me?" Brian innocently laughed. He was Julia's husband. Their pastor.

Mike tried to flush the shocking expression from his face. "Brian. Of course ... glad to see you ... yeah sure, a little bit surprised. What are you doing here? I mean, I'm sorry, come on in buddy." Mike waved Brian into his office suite. His mind now racing. Too many loose ends and unconnected liabilities. In that moment Mike felt as if Brian had mind-reading, super-spiritual powers and could somehow discern the filthy fantasies of Mike's mind.

"I hope I am not interuppting anything important," Brian said as moved to sit in one of the plush armchairs across from Mike's desk.

"No, not at all," Mike said (as he thought to himself, "well except for the bad timing of me looking forward to something filthy and fun about to happen with your wife).

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8:36 am

The doorbell beckoned Kathleen. She took a deep breath, smiled, and brushed her hands down her button up sweater as if she were working out the wrinkles. Her sweater hung low enough to make the sheer leggings a modest addition, even though they were the "sexy" ones that Mike loved to see her wearing. It was showtime.

"Good morning, Julia!" Kathleen chirpped as she opened the door and leaned in to hug Julia and give her a warm, welcoming kiss on the cheek. "Come on in. I've got a fresh, warm cup of hot cocoa with your name on it."

With her charm and knack for hospitality, Kathleen helped Julia immediately settle in. Julia had been in Mike & Kathleen's home too many times to count. It felt warm and inviting and safe to her. Julia also was close friends with Kathleen and always felt at ease around her.

After a brief chat catching up on their families, Kathleen invited Julia into their home office so that she could access some of the financial files on the computer which they would need for their discussion.

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...meanwhile, at the Office...

As Brian got to the point of his visit and shared with Mike his concern about the church finances, Mike felt the increasing intensity of the tic-toc of the clock. It was almost 9:15am.

Outwardly, Mike tried to reassure Brian that all was well. This year was following the pattern of giving like the many years previous, with the final two months of year-end giving yet to arrive. "November and December are always big giving months, Brian, for those who give for tax write-offs as well as others who are just waiting to see what our needs are. Trust me. All will be fine." (He felt his inner voice secretly muttering, "and Brian, I need you to leave so I can Skype with my wife to get some relief from this hardon ... and, oh, by the way, did I mention she is cooking up something naughty with your wife, Julia?" No, that inner voice would remain secret, even though he still was a bit worried about those mind-reading powers Brian might possess.)

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... and back at the home office ...

Kathleen had Julia pull up a chair to her side. They both were able to view the computer screen as Kathleen scrolled through a few items she thought were important to note. She watched the clock displayed in the corner of the computer screen. . . 9:15 AM

Kathleen then shifted gears from talk of the budget planning. She was calculated and strategic. "Julia, can I tell you something I have never told anyone before?"

Julia was a trusted voice for Kathleen, only two years older, and definitely a keeper of secrets. "Of course."

"I don't know how to get into this except to just jump in, okay?"

Julia nodded, "Okay."

"You know how I have told you about our special Skype chats?"

Julia nodded, "Yes, between you and Mike."

"Right. And how sometimes we play out fantasies that appeal to my past experiences with, um, girls." Kathleen tried to put up an image that projected shy and shameful confession. As she turned her face away from Julia, she glanced at the computer clock . . . 9:17 AM.

Julia nodded silently.

Kathleen added, "You are so amazing. You know I trust you. And I would never want anyone to ever know about this; not even Brian."

"I understand, Kathleen. Your secrets are safe with me. This is not something Brian needs to know about."

Kathleen smiled and continued . . .

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9:28 AM - At the office

"Thanks for the reassurance, Mike."

Mike couldn't help but feel the urgency of that clock craving his attention like the call of sirens. "No problem, Brian. Let's talk about this more at lunch when you have time. I really do need to jump on a conference call." (Mike knew that was a half-truth, but no harm done. He knew he could not provide full disclosure and blurt out how his dick was aching to find out what Kathleen had cooked up with Julia!)

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9:30 AM . . .

With her heart dripping with compassion, Julia asked, "How does that make you feel, Kathleen?"

"Honestly, Julia, it is confusing."

"Confusing?"

"Yes."

"How so?"

"It's like, well, the collision of two opposites. One idea so different from the other, yet somehow finding space to coexist." Kathleen gave a shudder of her shoulders and whimpered, "I am sorry, it is so hard to explain."

Then, as the awkward silence hung in the air, the computer screen sounded out a notification of an incoming Skype call. Julia froze. Kathleen looked at the computer and then back at Julia . . . and silently mouthed: "it's H - I - M."

Julia shook her head and scooted backwards as if trying to avoid detection.

Mike sat patiently, his office door locked, as the Skype call awaited Kathleen's acceptance.

Kathleen held her palms silently to the ceiling and in a whisper towards Julia muttered, "I have to." And with that, she answered the call.

At the vision of her on his screen, Mike lovingly greeted her with a "Hello baby. You surviving your morning?" He was doing his best to temper his hopes and just play things in the moment. He purposefully did not say anything about Julia. He decided to play this like the many other Skype calls they shared.

"Surviving? Um, yes, you could put it that way." Kathleen appeared to force a smile. Julia cringed at her side, just out of camera's range. "How about you? Are you surviving?"

Mike smiled. "Well, I have to admit, it's been hard since I left you in a rush this morning."

Kathleen blushed, "hard?"

"Very. Are you alone?"

Julia's eyes lit up in a panic and she waved her arms frantically trying to signal Kathleen to keep Julia's presence a secret from Mike.

That was the moment that Kathleen's heart felt the rush of accomplishment. She knew - IN THAT MOMENT - that she had Julia right where Kathleen wanted her ... right where Mike wanted her. She crafted her reply carefully.

"Alone? Me? Why, what did you have in mind?"

Mike smiled. He recognized that tone, the vibe of her cadence.

"Well, maybe you want to close your eyes, sit back, and let me tell you a little, fantasy story? You in the mood for some naughty fun?"

Julia blushed further. Kathleen's confession moments ago was now launched into orbit right in front of her. There was no escape as she wriggled to the side, trapped in a position to hear and see what was unfolding.

"When I left this morning, remember how I told you how much I love those leggings on you . . . and how hot that sweater makes you look?"

Kathleen blushed. "Um hmm . . . "

"Well here is a crazy detour for you. Ready?"

Kathleen quivered, confident that she and Mike were now in sync. "I, think so." Kathleen glanced over at Julia crouched off camera and did her best to reflect towards her a sense of surprise and resignation to Mike's question and direction.

"That top button, go ahead, pop it free."

Kathleen lifted her fingers to the top of six buttons on her sweater, and delicately pushed it throught the buttonhole and free. She did not look at Julia as she freed the button, but she felt the heat of Julia's attention... Julia's silent acceptance of the moment.

"Good. Now before you return your hand to the next button, I want you to try a little transformation magic. See those fingers? Show them to me." Kathleen lifted her hand so Mike could see her fingers on camera.

"With the power of fantasy and desire, I extend to you the transforming magic that turns those fingers into . . .

He paused for effect . . .

". . . Into the fingers of . . . Julia."

Kathleen flinched. Julia's hand covered her own mouth to smother her gasp.

"Good," Mike said. "Now. Julia. Extend those fingers towards Kathleen."

The way Mike spoke, Julia felt as if he were actually speaking directly to her as she sat dazed and confused off camera. She was desperately trying to process what was happening. Kathleen's confession moments earlier had been revealing, but now THIS. This was shockingly revealing and somehow piercing her outer defenses.

Kathleen felt a rush at the suggestions Mike began to send her way. "That's right Julia, reach down and free the next button. Let sweet Kathleen feel the sensual touch of your fingertips as you do."

Kathleen whimpered as she imagined her own fingertips to be Julia's, seductively gliding down towards that button. Julia squirmed. Julia sat shocked and stunned and silent and . . . . sat there. She did NOT try to escape. She sat there. She listened. And then, against her own core values and conscience, she lifted her head and looked.

"You like that soft feel of Julia's touch, don't you baby?"

Kathleen was giving herself away to Mike now, less and less concerned with keeping Julia safely at her side. "Mmmm, yes baby. . . Julia's touch."

"Kathleen, go ahead, whisper to her. Tell her; 'MORE PLEASE.'"

Kathleen felt the surge of desire ripple through her body as she leaned further back in her chair, making sure her body was still centered in Mike's view. "Julia. Please. MORE."

Kathleen left her own hand suspended, delaying the action she begged for. Julia saw that delay. Julia's mind felt dazed. Julia's heart was racing.

Kathleen groaned with a plaintive, plead, "Pleeeeease Julia, more."

Julia watched as Kathleen's slender fingers trembled and reached for that third button . . . freeing it . . . and the sound of Mike's zipper in the background.

"Oh yes, Julia, that's the way to help my sweet Kathleen feel better." Mike's voice was so different than what Julia normally recognized in him. The lust was dripping. Julia could see Kathleen, leaning back in the chair, the first three of six buttons now open and her sweater parting enough to reveal her amazing cleavage between those amazing breasts.

Then, in chorus reflecting how in sync both Kathleen and Mike were in that moment, the spoke at the same time . . . "More Julia."

This time, Kathleen's hand did not move. This time, she remained leaning back, eyes closed, sweater pulled halfway open, and her creamy white breast flesh begging for more.

Julia fought. She fought hard. But, she fought in vain.

Mike's eyes first saw it, even before Kathleen's flesh felt it. The outline of Julia's fingers appeared on camera . . . reaching . . . delicately fingering . . . that fourth button. Mike groaned. Kathleen purred. Julia quivered.

As the fabric parted further, Julia realized that Kathleen was braless. Kathleen sat there, leaning back in the chair, Mike drinking in the view, as only those last two lower buttons fastened what remained of her sweater covering.

"Tell her baby, tell her what you want." Mike's urging was so real now.

Kathleen moaned, "Please Julia, set me free."

Julia shuddered. She could not ... yet, she felt so compelled in that moment. Mike watched as Julia's fingered the last two buttons free and smoothed Kathleen's sweater to the sides . . . baring her full breasts in full view.

Mike took it from there. "Julia. Please, give my wife's swollen, sensative, sweet, pink nipples a little kiss for me." Kathleen swiveled in the chair and felt that first nervous brush of Julia's lips across her nipple. Mike watched the amazing view of Julia's mouth showing such loving attention to his own wife's breast.

Suddenly, to Mike's surprise, the connection was lost. The call was disconnected.

He would have to wait to hear from his sweet wifey the details of what unfolded. That tale is for another time.