Fighting Tempation...And Losing Ch. 05

Chapter 5 - Michael & Faith

"Well, today we meet Michael & Faith at the cabin," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as he prepared to leave the house to go to the church for morning services. "I should be back in a couple of hours and we'll leave directly. Do you mind getting our stuff together?"

"Oh course not," Rosaria O'Shaunessey replied. "Have you figured out how you're going to deal with this?"

"Not really. It all depends on Holly. I think Michael will do anything to get beyond this," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said.

"I hope you're right," Rosaria said. "I really like the two of them and would hate to see them unhappy."

"I'm sure we'll figure something out," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said, pulling her to him and kissing her passionately. "We always do."



"I'm ready," Faith O'Reilly said as The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly walked in the door. "It's supposed to be a beautiful weekend. I can't believe that we've been invited up to The Cabin."

"Why not?" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly asked. "Just because we haven't been before?"

"Well, I've heard so much about it," Faith O'Reilly said. "According to some of the women it has quite an interesting reputation. I'm just happy we're going."

"Well, it isn't exactly accidental," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly confessed. "I talked with Sheamus and it was his idea."

"Something is bothering you, Michael," Faith said. "I can tell. This isn't like you. Please talk to me, tell me what's going on."

"I've been having some problems, Faith," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly replied. "I'm not sure why and I don't know what to do, so I asked Sheamus for help. He suggested that we join them for a couple of nights at the cabin so that we can all try to figure it out."

"What problems, Michael?" Faith asked, a concerned look on her face.

"It's about me," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "I've become obsessed about something and it is distracting me from everything, especially the church."

"Michael!" Faith said. "What is it? Is it another woman?" she asked fearfully.

"Lord, no," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said with a laugh. "My obsession is you. I think of you all the time, can't get you out of my head for a moment."

"Why is that bad?" Faith asked, a puzzled look on her face. "I think of you all of the time, too, but that makes me happy."

"Because when I think of you, it's mostly sexual," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly admitted. "I'm sorry, but it's how I feel. I didn't know how to tell you, what to tell you. I just can't stop thinking of you and me and sexual situations."

"Oh, my," Faith said, her mouth hanging open. "I had no idea."

"But what makes it hard for me," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly continued, "is that I don't feel as though you feel the same way or that you welcome that kind of attention."

"But Michael, I've never refused you, anything, and I never would," Faith protested. "I love you."

"But you never initiate anything, Faith," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "It's always me. You never complain, you always participate fully, it's just that I don't feel as though anything would ever happen if I didn't start things and that just makes me think that you don't feel the same way."

"But Michael, I love you, and sex with you," Faith said. "I've never wanted to act in a way that would make you ashamed of me, think poorly of me. If I acted as slutty as I sometimes feel towards you, I worry what you'll think of me."

"Faith, I never knew!" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly cried out, almost swerving the car from the road. "You've never acted overly enthusiastic about any of it, more just accepting, so I didn't realize."

"And you told Sheamus about this?" Faith asked, her cheeks flaming. "What must he think of me now! He must think that I'm some sort of a frigid woman."

"Now, that's not fair, Faith," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "Sheamus is my spiritual superior as well as a friend whom I trust. He, too, married outside of the Catholic church so that he could be with the woman he loved. I figured he would understand, as well as the fact that the marriage counseling service that he and Rosaria offer is extremely popular and is always fully subscribed. Besides, I also told him that you've never said no, to anything."

"I'm going to feel totally embarrassed," Faith said.

"There won't be any need," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "As soon as I explain that we talked and cleared the air, everything will be all right and we can have a nice couple of days in the sun and swimming in the lake."

"What sort of fantasies have you had about me?" Faith asked after several minutes. "Can you tell me?"

"I'm embarrassed that you'll think me perverted," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "I don't want to think of you in anything less than pure terms."

"Michael, I won't be angry with you, but I would like to know what kind of fantasies you have about me. Maybe they'll interest me and we can do something about them," Faith suggested with a smile.

"You are simply the best, you know," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said with a laugh. "And you're right, why should I have to hide my feelings from you?"

"So tell me," Faith insisted. "Now you've got me interested."

"Well, it's mostly thinking of your pussy, wanting to have my face in it all the time. And also always thinking of you sucking my cock," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly admitted. "Things like that. Only it's all the time. Even right after we do these things."

"Well, Michael, I certainly love the idea of you always having your face between my legs," Faith laughed out loud. "I can't think of anything nicer. And as for me sucking your cock, I'm always ready to do that, just ask. I love the taste of you and it's wonderful the way you contort when you cum. In fact, I can't think of anything connected with your cock that I object to," she added.

"Even..." The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly began.

"Yes, even when you have the urge to stuff that big cock of yours up my ass," Faith interrupted with a laugh, knowing what he was going to say. "At first I found it gross, uncomfortable, but now it's every bit as nice as having it anywhere else."

"I never knew," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly admitted, shaking his head. "You never said anything, never acted enthusiastic, never initiated anything. I thought you were only putting up with me, being the dutiful wife."

"I am that, very much so, but I also love being your dutiful wife," Faith said. "If this is all that's been bothering you, there is no problem. If you want me to act a bit more outwardly how I feel inside, I can do that, but I never wanted you to think of me as a cheap woman."

"I know you're not cheap," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "I never meant to imply that you should or would act that way."

"So is there anything else?" Faith asked. "Might as well get all of this out of the way now."

"Well, sometimes, more lately, I've fantasized about you having sex, but with other people," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly admitted.

"Michael!" Faith exclaimed, looking at him with her mouth hanging open. "Are you serious?"

"I'm sorry, but it's been one of the recurring fantasies that have run through my head," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "I don't know why, but I constantly see you with other people, enjoying yourself."

"Michael, I don't know what to say," Faith replied, stunned. "I've never even considered being with anyone else. I'm married to you."

"I know," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "I didn't mean to say that that's the way you think, but I picture you with other people. And it excites me in ways that I don't think are necessarily proper."

"I'm speechless," Faith said, sitting back in the seat. "What exactly do you picture?" she asked softly.

"Everything," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly admitted. "Everything we do, but you doing it with other people, men and women."

"You picture me with other women?" Faith asked. "I've never even imagined such a thing. Where did you get these ideas?"

"I don't know, they just started appearing in my head," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "That's why I finally contacted Sheamus, I just didn't know what to do and I didn't want to hurt or offend you."

"Well, I'm not hurt or offended, just very surprised, not sure how to react," Faith said.

"Well, we're here," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, turning the car onto a long drive that led to the sprawling log cabin by the lake.

"This is beautiful," Faith observed. "I had no idea."

"I'm sorry about this, Faith," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said as he parked the car.

"Don't worry about it," she said, patting him on the leg as they got out of the car. "I'm sure everything will be just fine."

"Michael, Faith," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey called as he came out the door to greet them, Rosaria right behind him. "I'm so glad you could join us."

"Hello, Sheamus, Rosaria," Faith said, giving each of them a hug and a kiss. "It's been so long."

"Too long!" Rosaria said with a laugh, taking Faith's bag with one hand and her arm with the other. "And your timing is perfect. We were about to take a tray of cocktails down to the hot tub. Now you can join us."

Ignoring their protests, Rosaria showed them to their room told them that they'd meet them at the hot tub in 10 minutes, to give them time to settle in and change.

"These are the camp uniforms," Rosaria said with a laugh, opening a closet and showing them the two housecoats hanging there before leaving them.

"Well, let's join them, shall we?" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, opening his bag and looking for his bathing suit.

"I love you, Michael," Faith said suddenly, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tight. "Completely."

"I love you, too, Faith," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, kissing her tenderly. "And I'm sorry if you're disappointed in me."

"I'm not," Faith assured him. "In a way it's nice to know that you spend so much time thinking about me, on the other hand, it's strange the things you think."

"You look great in that suit," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said as Faith pulled on her one-piece suit, cut very high at the thighs so that there was just a bit of material connecting the top and bottom. Her perfect 34C breasts filled the top part nicely, with the sides cut away enough to show a large bit of the swell at the sides of her breasts.

"Here you go, your uniform," Faith said, handing him one of the housecoats as she put the other on. "Mmm, these are comfortable," she said, feeling the soft silk as it caressed her body down to mid-thigh.

Hand in hand they walked out the back and saw Sheamus and Rosaria standing next to the hot tub.

"Oh, my!" Faith said as she saw Sheamus and Rosaria drop their housecoats before getting into the hot tub.

"I didn't realize," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said as he watched Rosaria's nude body disappear into the hot tub, his cock giving a lurch as he saw how incredibly beautiful she was.

"I won't go in nude, Michael," Faith said sotto voce as they approached the hot tub.

"I'm sure it's not required," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, a smile on his face as they arrived at the hot tub.

"This place is incredible, Sheamus" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "I had no idea the diocese had this."

"It's a well-kept secret," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey replied. "It's supposed to be a spiritual retreat for me as head of the diocese, but I hate not sharing it, so from time to time we invite others to join us. I'm glad the two of you made it."

"The water is marvelous," Rosaria said. "Grab a cocktail and join us."

"I'll get them" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, kneeling down to pour a couple of drinks from the pitcher.

"Oh, what a beautiful bathing suit," Rosaria exclaimed as Faith dropped her housecoat to the ground. "That looks fabulous on you," she added. "We hope you don't mind, but the suit is optional here and we didn't bother to wear one."

"Oh, I didn't realize," Faith said as she started to step into the hot tub. "Is it okay that I wear it?"

"Only if you insist," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey answered with a laugh.

"Well, maybe for now," Faith replied with a smile as she sank into the water. "This is wonderful," she said as she sat back and felt the hot water swirling around her body.

"I just love this place," Rosaria said as The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly stepped into the hot tub and handed Faith a cocktail before sitting down next to her. "There are no neighbors for miles and we have total privacy. It's just us and nature and it is incredibly relaxing. But we're so busy with the church and the diocese that we don't get to come up here nearly enough."

"This is so nice," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said, taking a big swallow of his drink and sitting back.

"We also have some food prepared," Rosaria said. "Did you get to eat before you came up?"

"No, not really," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "Time was short."

"Well, just say the word and we can have it right here," Rosaria said.

"This does feel good," Faith said, draining her drink. "I think I really need this."

"Then I'm doubly glad you came," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said.

"I think we should get the food," Rosaria said. "These drinks will go straight to our heads without food in this hot tub. Give me a hand, Faith?" she asked, standing up, her olive breasts with their dark berry nipples glistening in the sunlight as the water cascaded off of them.

"Uh, sure," Faith said, standing up as Rosaria stepped out of the tub, her back to everyone as she bent over and picked up her housecoat, giving everyone a very clear and unobstructed view of her naked ass and pussy before standing up and putting the housecoat on.

"Two incredibly beautiful women," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said as they walked away. "You're a lucky man, Michael."

"I think I'd say the same about you," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "She's amazing."

"Oh, I know how lucky I am, believe me," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "I hope the lack of suits on our part was not wrong. We didn't even give it a thought. We never do here."

"No, it's fine," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly said. "Just unexpected."

"So, did you two get a chance to talk about what was bothering you?" Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey asked.

"Yes, but only on the way here," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly replied. "According to Faith, it's all been a lack of understanding on my part. She says she didn't act the way she felt at times because she didn't want me thinking poorly of her for having such earthy desires."

"Sounds like communication was all that you needed," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "And did she feel that way about all of what was bothering you?"

"Well, that I can't say," The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly replied slowly. "She didn't really say, just that she was surprised."

"Well, I'd say that's a positive thing then," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said. "She didn't get upset or angry, so that can only be taken positively."

"What do you mean?" The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly asked. "That she's interested in things of that sort?"

"Not necessarily, but it is possible," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey answered. "If she had some deep-seated antipathy to such an idea, she would have exploded, gotten angry. The fact that she didn't leaves all possibilities in play."



"I mean it, Faith, I think that suit is just spectacular on you," Rosaria said as they entered the cabin.

"I could say the same about yours," Faith said, a smile on her face.

"That's my Portuguese heritage," Rosaria laughed. "I get away with it easier being darker."

"Well, I think you're very beautiful," Faith said.

"Why, thank you," Rosaria said. "Coming from a beautiful woman like yourself, that's a real compliment. Sheamus told me about his talk with Michael," she suddenly said out of the blue. "I hope you don't mind."

"N-no," Faith said. "Michael told me that the two of you have a very successful counseling service at the church. I'm sure it's for the best."

"We enjoy helping people be more comfortable with themselves," Rosaria said. "Did you and Michael talk about what has been bothering him?" she asked.

"Yes, but only just on the way here," Faith said. " We didn't really get too far into it."

"How did you feel about what he had to say?" Rosaria asked, leaning back against the counter, her arms folded beneath her breasts.

"Well, I was surprised that he is so preoccupied with thinking of me, that it's distracting to him," Faith said. "And a bit disappointed that he didn't realize that I think of him the same way, just as often."

"That's nice," Rosaria said. "It's always easier when two people feel the same about these things. And his other fantasies?" she asked.

"That part shocked me," Faith admitted. "I'd never even thought of anything like that."

"And now that you've been forced to think about it, how does it make you feel?" Rosaria asked.

"Well, uncomfortable," Faith admitted. "I love Michael and nobody else. I don't ever think about being with anyone else. The only thing I want is to make him as happy as possible."

"Just the way it's supposed to be," Rosaria said with a smile. "If you do everything with that love, that determination that it's always to make him happy, you can do no wrong."

"But to be with someone else," Faith said, shaking her head.

"If it would be what would make him happy, would you hesitate?" Rosaria asked.

"I'd do anything to make him happy," Faith declared. "I just don't see how me having sex with other people could possibly make him happy."

"Many people take great pleasure in seeing their loved one appreciated, worshiped, loved by others. In some ways it's a validation of their feelings, their taste. In other ways it can be the extreme expression of total love, to allow the person you love the most to be pleasured in ways that you cannot, with your approval and encouragement. If your love is true and total and everything is done from that place of true and total love, you can do no wrong. But communication is the key. Total openness."

"Do you and Sheamus have such a relationship?" Faith asked softly.

"Yes, we do," Rosaria replied. "We have the deepest and truest love imaginable. The only thing either of us lives for besides honoring the Lord is each other. Sheamus' happiness is my only concern after my love for God."

"Wow, that is beautiful," Faith said wistfully. "I'd like to think that Michael & I have that kind of love."

"Perhaps you do, you just haven't had the opportunity to discover it completely yet," Rosaria suggested.

"Here, grab that stack of towels and I'll get this platter of sandwiches and the other pitcher of drinks," Rosaria said.



"Those look great," Monsignor Sheamus O'Shaunessey said when they arrived with the food. "I am really hungry."

"Well, eat up," Rosaria said, going around and filling each of their glasses, her housecoat hanging open, not hiding anything for all practical purposes.

Both Faith and The Right Reverend Michael O'Reilly were unable to tear their eyes from Rosaria as she sat down on the edge of the hot tub, her knees just comfortably apart enough that her clit sticking out from between her naked pussy lips was clearly visible.

The pile of sandwiches quickly disappeared and twice more Rosaria moved around filling their glasses, her housecoat now forgotten and her nudity not nearly so distracting.

"Oh, my head is starting to spin," Faith said, leaning back.