The Rev. and Mrs. McGinnis Ch. 03

"Use you how?" Sam said through a strained breath. His cock was pointing straight up now, her slickened fingers teasing him deliciously. He had never thought of his wife in such a lewd, erotic way, but it was certainly having an effect. He needed to know more.

"However he wants," she said languidly, her mind starting to drift into her fantasy, "I want to be his slut...I want to be his whore."

"Oh my God..." Sam hissed through gritted teeth. Cathy smiled.

"I want him to take his pleasure from me however he wants...wherever he wants...and I want him to know I'm happy to accommodate...and to receive."

Sam groaned again. Cathy had yet to fully envelope his straining cock with her hand. She wanted to tease him, to prime him for the main event, and his labored breathing and beet-red tip told her it was working.

Sam wasn't the only one enjoying the story though; Cathy's pussy had become delightfully moist as she confessed her secret desires to her husband. But what got her even wetter was knowing what she didn't tell Sam: she mentioned not a single thing about the other man in her fantasy; the one fucking her sopping pussy from behind while Sam used her mouth. She didn't tell him about Roger.

"What about you, sweetie?" She said, desperate to change the subject away from Roger's mental intrusion, "what do you secretly want?"

"I...I don't know..." he stammered as her pressure on his cock increased, making the teasing even more torturous.

"No?" Cathy didn't know if he was lying, telling the truth, or just overwhelmed by the situation, but she had some thoughts on where to steer things. "You know...I noticed you've been coming home later than usual when you have a meeting at church lately...any reason for that?"

"Have I? I guess it's...we all get to talking, and..." Sam's eyes drifted shut as Cathy began to stroke the firm underside of his cock with two slippery fingers.

"Mmhmm," she cooed, smirking at his discomfort, "I know what you're up to...all you boys vying for the attention of one pretty girl..."

"I don't know what...what you're..."

"I bet you keep hoping everyone else will leave, don't you? That one night it'll be just you and her...you and...Ginny." Cathy cupped Sam's balls firmly as she said the young youth pastor's name. Sam moaned. Cathy smiled.

"No, it's not like that...oh, God..."

"She's a beautiful girl," Cathy said, drifting her hand slowly up to Sam's aching shaft, "I can't say I blame you..." Her fingers closed lightly around him and slowly, tantalizingly began to slide up and down. "I bet she's got an amazing body underneath those modest clothes she wears, don't you?"

"I don't...oh, Lord..."

"I bet her tits are nice and perky...just like her ass..." Sam began to twitch and wriggle slightly as her stroking continued, "...and those lips...don't you just wish you knew what those lips were capable of?"

"I can't...I'm not supposed to..." Sam gasped as his wife tortured him with pleasure. The truth was he had thought about those things--all of them. He tried his best to keep his thoughts pure, but Ginny couldn't help but slip in there. His wife had him dead to rights--he did enjoy staying late to talk to Ginny. Her smile was infectious, and her energy was contagious. And it was true that on the drives home sometimes he'd wonder. Sometimes...he'd wonder.

"It's ok, sweetie, that's what fantasies are for," Cathy smiled and kissed his neck just below his ear as she slowly stroked him. "Tell me. Tell me what you want to do to our youth pastor."

"I want...I want..." Sam couldn't get the words out, either through nervousness or sheer arousal impeding his speech function, so Cathy decided to help.

"I bet you want her alone with you up in your office, don't you?" she floated on hot breath into his ear.

"Hng..." a low grunt was all he could muster.

"I bet you want to sit in your big chair while Ginny gets on her knees in front of you, don't you?

Another grunt and gasp was the best he could do. Cathy's stroking increased in speed and pressure.

"I bet you want her to take your big, thick cock between her wet lips and suck it, don't you?" Her stroking continued its maddening pace and Sam's chest sucked and heaved as she drove his ship "Is that it, sweetie? Do you want our youth pastor Ginny to suck your big cock?"

Sam shuddered at the thought, the image racing across his mind. Like an eruption from inside his chest a sound shot up out of his throat--one word, long and loud: "YES!"

"Oh yeah, I know you do, baby," Cathy dripped through a cheshire grin, her hand slipping up and down her husband's turgid member, "I bet it's been so long since she's sucked a cock--I bet she doesn't suck cock for her husband. I bet she'd go crazy on your perfect cock. I bet she'd even take it into her throat--is that what you want?"

"Uh-huh," Sam lurched out of his throat. He did wonder. What did Ginny do behind closed doors? Did she suck her husband's cock? What would it be like if she sucked his? Oh God, what would it be like?

"Oh yeah," Cathy continued, stroking him long, stroking him good, "and when you're nice and hard I bet you'd push her naked body back onto your desk, wouldn't you? And then I know you'd taste her sweet, perfect pussy, wouldn't you? Because you're a good boy, aren't you?"

Only a nod between gasps this time as Cathy sent shockwaves of pleasure through Sam's body with each slick stroke.

"Yeah, you would," Cathy smiled at her husband's delicious admission, "I bet she'd be so wet for you, honey...I bet she'd taste so sweet..." She was turning herself on now as she fabricated this impossible scenario. "And then I bet she'd beg for your big cock--she'd beg you for it, and you'd give it to her, wouldn't you, baby? RIght there on the desk you'd push all the way into her--all the way into Ginny's sweet, sweet pussy."

"Oh my GOD," Sam gasped as his wife expertly pleasured his mind and his body simultaneously. He felt so awful, so wrong, picturing the new, young youth pastor splayed out on his desk, writhing and moaning as he fed her body his hard cock, but it's like Cathy said--it was just fantasy. A fantasy he was sharing with his wife. It felt wrong, but oh so right.

"And then you'd fuck her, wouldn't you? You'd fuck her hard, you'd fuck her good....you'd fuck her better than her husband," Cathy's whispers grew more and more sultry as her slippery fist moved faster and faster. "That girl would be so wet for you, and you'd give her everything she wanted. Would she cum for you? Would you make sure that tight pussy spasmed and squeezed on your big cock, honey?"

"Y--yes, oh god, yes!" Sam was racing toward the edge, his breath coming heavy and fast. Cathy's hand was like lightning on his cock, summoning the white hot boil in his loins to the surface.

"And what about you, baby? Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna give Ginny your hot, sweet cum?"

"Uh-huh," he gasped, "uh-huh!"

"Where are you gonna give it to her, baby? Are you gonna cum in her sweet pussy? Or maybe on her perfect tits? Or maybe.." Cathy bit Sam's earlobe as she went in for the kill, "...maybe our sweet youth pastor Ginny wants you to cum all over her face!"

"Oh Jesus!" Sam shouted as the image sped through his body like a bolt of lightning

"Yeah, that's it--on her knees, those big eyes looking up at you, and that's when she says 'do it, Sam, cum for me--cum all over my face!'"

White light exploded behind Sam's eyes, and his whole body tensed and spasmed. Cathy cooed into his ear but kept her deliberate stroking pace as she felt his cock flex hard in her hands, his balls jump, and then the first thick, white rope leapt excitedly from his tip.

"Oh yes, baby, that's it!" Cathy couldn't stop smiling as her husband moaned and wailed. Cathy continued to milk his throbbing member, and he poured and sprayed his hot cum up out of his cock, splattering on his naked body and dripping down her stroking, loving hand. She loved it when he orgasmed. She loved MAKING him orgasm.

Cathy slowed her stroking as Sam started to return to earth.

"Oh my God, babe, Oh my God," he started laughing through deep breaths, overwhelmed by the pure sensory overload.

"That was a good one, wasn't it, sweetie?" She cooed, kissing him gently on the neck.

"I'll say," he chuckled again before letting out one final, big exhale signaling his completion.

"Let me get you a towel," she said with a kiss, then slinked to her feet. Before she turned away, she made sure Sam saw her raise her cum-covered hand up to her mouth and lick at his thick juice like an ice cream cone. Sam's cock bounced with a thick throb. She winked and reached down for a towel to clean him up.

Even in her big t-shirt she looked so sexy to him. He could see her hard nipples forcing their way through the fabric, and sighed at the heart shape her ass formed when she bent down to retrieve the towel.

Sam admired her as she lovingly wiped his cum off his body; he couldn't believe this was his wife. He couldn't believe the pleasure she'd been bringing him lately, the pleasure they'd been bringing each other, or that they were sharing such new amazing experiences this deep into their marriage. He couldn't believe how freely she dictated a fantasy involving someone they both knew. A fantasy that ended with him spraying cum all over the new youth pastor's face. A fantasy he couldn't admit he didn't have. Suddenly a thought came to him

"That was amazing, Cath," he said as she finished him up, "but I want you to know...I've never...I mean I WOULD never..."

Even after all they had just experienced, saying the words felt awkward and difficult.

"I know, Sam," she said with a smile--she knew exactly what he was getting at, "that's why it's a fantasy. It's all safe. It's all pretend. It's all ok."

What a woman.

"I love you," Sam said with a big, bewildered smile.

"I love you too," she said, cuddling next to him to kiss him. THey held each other there for a moment in silence, until curiosity got the better of Sam.

"That fantasy of yours was pretty sexy," he said, curling her long brown hair in his fingers.

"Mmm, not as sexy as yours," she said with a cute chuckle.

"Who was the guy?" he nervously inquired,

"The guy?"

"The guy in your fantasy...the guy using you?"

Cathy pushed herself up onto her elbow and looked at her husband with her smokey eyes. A sultry smirk pulled at her lips. He was so cute. "Just a fantasy." She leaned in and kissed him. "I'm gonna go clean up."

She padded off to the bathroom, dropping the soiled towel in the hamper on the way. Looking back at Sam, he was already starting to drift off to sleep.

It was all just a fantasy, she thought as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Nipples hard, pussy soaked, she thought back to her daydream of being used like a slut by her husband...by Roger...by both of them.

Her hand dipped down into her underwear, finding her throbbing clit almost immediately.

Bracing herself on the bathroom sink she began to touch herself, lighting her body up with shockwaves of pleasure

She was so wet, but tonight it wasn't just the fantasy that drenched her, it was sharing it with Sam, seeing him throb and ache as she told him.

It was the thought of Sam sitting in his church office chair getting a sloppy blowjob from Ginny the twenty-something youth pastor.

It was the thought of him pushing his thick, perfect cock into her tight, young pussy, fucking her right there on the desk. Cathy shuddered at the thought of how tight Ginny must be.

It was the thought of Ginny on her knees, mouth open, happily accepting volley after volley of Sam's hot cum onto her pretty face. Cathy wondered if anyone had ever cum on Ginny's face, if her husband Todd did it. How often did she let her husband cum on her face? Did she like it? Did she beg for it?

But most of all it was the way Sam's cock lurched and throbbed in her hand as she painted the lewd picture to him. She knew he would never dare do something untoward with Ginny for real, but the way he pulsed, the way he throbbed, he clearly had thought about it.

Facials weren't something she and Sam had ever tried, but based on how hard he got in her hands, and how intensely he came at the mention of it, how much thick cum he spurted into the air, it might be something they would need to explore.

Cathy thought about the last guy to cum on her face--the only guy, the only time--and her body shivered. She thought about Sam fucking Ginny. About him cumming on Ginny's face. She thought about being used by Sam. By Roger. She thought about how fucking hard Sam pulsed when he shot off. When he shot off for HER. ALL for her.

Cathy gripped the sink hard, hung her mouth open in a silent scream, eyes scrunched shut, and felt her body contort and spasm as she came.

All just a fantasy. All just a fantasy.

Cathy regained her composure, leaned over and started up the shower.

As the warm water cascaded over her messy body, she couldn't help but wonder what other fantasies Sam would be willing to share with her...and if she'd ever be ready to share the full truth about hers.