Backsliding Ch. 02bybzzzman©
If I was expecting my beautiful, shy, innocent and demure church wife Sarah to have some kind of wild, sinful epiphany after our bout of love making, I was seriously mistaken. I'm not sure why I was disappointed when it didn't happen. I mean, I was from the same ultra-conservative church sect as she was and once upon a time I had been as brainwashed as she was now. But I have to admit, I was a little disappointed when things more or less returned to normal almost immediately. The very next morning she was on her way back to work at the church daycare and I was right back at my job at the Harley dealership.
At least things weren't quite as bad as before, however. We at least were speaking again and not just passing like strangers in the hallway. When I got home from work, she actually seemed genuinely concerned when she asked me how my day went. I wish I could say the same when I returned the courtesy, but I'd be lying. I still held a grudge against that church and, to be perfectly honest, it rankled my hide that she was still a member there and working at their daycare. So, when she would answer me over dinner and start in telling me all about her day at the daycare, I'd nod pleasantly and make small talk, but down deep, I still held some resentment toward the church that had ruined my life-long goals and had kicked me to the curb. I somehow resented Sarah for not understanding how I felt and being just as pissed as I, but I also realized it wasn't her fault
Things more or less continued as they had been over the course of the next month or so. Sarah would immerse herself in her work for the church, and I was immersing myself into as many new sinful pleasures as I could. On weekends I was riding my bike with the guys who hung out at the dealership and I was becoming a regular at the Broken Spoke, a biker bar on the outskirts of town. I'd ride over there after work and hang out with the guys. Friday was ladies night and Sarah had Youth Service, so it was a perfect night to step outside the lines and party it up. Despite the alcohol involved, I somehow managed to not cheat on my wife, but I'd be a fool if I said it was easy. The Spoke was always crowded with hot biker babes showing off their tats, piercings and leather and I often found myself aroused as hell. I'd always try to head home fairly early before the party really got to cranking or I let alcohol talk me into something I'd regret later. I knew Sarah's church service would end around nine and she would sometimes go out to eat with the members of her young adults Sunday school class, so I'd always shut down my partying and try to beat her home.
This particular Friday night, things weren't much different. I'd called home after work, as usual, and told Sarah that I'd be out with the boys and would see her when she got home from church. As usual, I went out to the bar, had a couple of beers and shot a couple of games of pool. After the second game, I was collecting the five bucks I'd bet Tommy on the game when he spoke up and grabbed the five back out of my hand.
"Hold on, dude. I'm going to need that five," he said, balling it up and stuffing it back in his jeans.
"Fuck that," I said, "that's my five bucks. I won it fair and square. It's not my fault that you play pool like a girl."
He just laughed, then said, "Hey, I tell you what. I'll give you this five bucks back, but you should go with me and Lizzie and spend it."
"Spend it where?" I asked.
"We're going to the Meat Market. It's a strip club over across the county line. Friday nights are always kickin' in there. Come on, dude, let's go. You'll fuckin' love it."
"Lizzie goes with you to titty bars?" I asked incredulously.
"Hell yeah she does. She loves it. I turned her on to it when we first started dating.
I had to admit that I was absolutely intrigued. Some of my favorite porn involved hot strippers and girl on girl action. I'd choked the chicken more than a few times to images and stories of strippers with their bad girl attitudes and those hot as hell tattoos and strategically placed piercings. But to agree to go to the strip club with Tommy and Lizzie was a little different than hanging out with my friends at a bar for a few hours after work or fantasizing on a computer screen. This was crossing a line I'd never crossed before and I was still hesitant. I shook my head no.
"Pussy," is all that Tommy said.
"Fuck you, Tommy," I retorted.
"You're a fuckin' pussy, Jimmy. What kind of red blooded male would turn down a chance to go look at tits and ass? "
"A married one," I retorted, growing angry.
"I'm married, but it ain't slowed me down any. I just introduced my old lady to the things I loved. Hell, she wasn't much more than a naïve little high school kid when we met. Do you think she knew anything about a strip club or even a biker bar for that matter? Fuck no! But I did and if she wanted to be with me, then she just had to learn to like the things I do," he pointed at his wife out on the dance floor. Lizzie was laughing hysterically, a beer in her hand, as she danced with her ass backed up to another woman. Tommy just looked at her and laughed as she looked at her husband and gave a wink. "She knows that shit turns me on. That's why she does it. Damn, just look at that!"
"Well, Lizzie isn't my Sarah. You'd never see her even on a dance floor, much less at a strip club," I replied.
"Damn, dude, what did you do, marry a nun?"
"Close," I replied as I finished up my beer and stood up to leave. "Damn close."
I was still aggravated when I pulled into the driveway at home. It was still well before midnight and Sarah's car wasn't in the garage yet. I don't know why I was so pissed. I knew how Tommy was and I don't know why I let him get to me. What he chose to do with his wife didn't have anything to do with me. But down deep I knew exactly why I was so aggravated. I envied Tommy and Lizzie for some reason.
I stomped into the house and went straight to the kitchen to grab a beer out of the fridge. I pulled off my boots, propped my feet on the coffee table, and picked up the remote. I heard Sarah come in, earlier than normal. By then I was well into a six pack and feeling a decent buzz. She came into the den and sat down by me on the couch. I expected her to say something about me drinking in the house, but she didn't.
"You're home early," I said.
"Yeah, I decided to just let the kids go out and eat without me. I wasn't hungry."
I chuckled. "I'm sure they're happy. Now that they've ditched Mother Hen, they can go parking somewhere and do the big nasty."
Sarah mocked anger and slapped me hard on the arm. "That's a terrible thing to say! You know my kids wouldn't do that sort of thing. They're solid in their walk with Jesus. "
"We were pretty solid in our walks, too, back in college, but that didn't stop us from ditching the dorm monitor and doing our own parking."
"James Edward! You know good and well we saved ourselves for marriage like we were supposed to!" Sarah chuckled herself at that, "But I have to admit, some of our 'petting' got pretty heavy at times."
I just laughed at my wife and took another drink of my Bud Light. I could tell she was in a pretty decent mood. I playfully handed her the bottle.
"Want some?" I asked, already knowing her reaction.
"Heck no! I don't know what you get out of drinking that nasty mess."
"How do you know it's nasty? You've never drank a beer in your life, or anything else for that matter," I teased.
"I just know," she said. She suddenly got a serious look on her face.
"What do you get out of drinking? It wasn't that long ago you preached hellfire and brimstone against the evils of alcohol, now you openly embrace it. I can't believe you've come so far."
It was my turn to get serious. "I know. Let's just say that there was a lot I didn't know back then and things are different now. I see the world from a different perspective. Besides, a little drink in moderation isn't bad. Even Jesus liked a little wine."
"You know as well as I do, Jim, that Jesus didn't drink alcoholic wine. We learned that in church years ago. It was unfermented wine."
I laughed at her innocence. "That would make it grape juice, dear, and the good book doesn't say a single thing about turning water into grape juice. Let's face it, wine is wine and it was flowing freely in the scriptures."
"But you still didn't answer my question. What do you get out of drinking?" This time she acted genuinely curious. I started to get hard.
"It's pretty cool, actually. It doesn't taste bad and it relaxes me. I don't drink to get drunk, but a good buzz is pretty cool. Kinda hard to explain, though."
"Do you have a buzz right now?" she asked. I was getting aroused just thinking about where this might be headed.
"Yeah, a little. Why?"
"Does it make you horny?"
I couldn't help but laugh out loud on that one. She was so innocent and so damn sexy at the same time. I reached up and pulled her hair free from the bun she customarily wore to church. I ran my fingers through her gorgeous red curly locks as they fell free across her shoulders and down her back. The new pastor at her church frowned on the women at church wearing their hair down. He called it "bedroom hair" and insisted that it enticed lust in men. At this particular moment, I was inclined to agree.
"Well, does it?" she asked. I was caught up in the moment and not really listening.
"Huh? I'm sorry," I sheepishly replied.
"I said, does the buzz make you horny?"
"Hell yeah, it makes me horny," I replied with a smile. "Why don't you drink one and find out?"
"There is no need for you to use profanity. I was just trying to have a polite conversation."
"Hell is hardly profanity. Neither is shit, damn, goddamn or motherfucker. Okay, so maybe motherfucker is profanity, but the rest isn't." I was toying with her and she knew it. I knew she was trying to be mad, but it wasn't working. "So, do you want to?"
"Want to what?" she asked.
"Want to get your own drunk on and find out how horny it makes you."
This time she seemed genuinely shocked. But I could also see something else behind those eyes. There was genuine curiosity. I swear I could see a quick flicker of mischief behind those baby blues and maybe even a slight hesitation as she actually gave it some thought.
"I most certainly do not want to drink a beer with you. I'm surprised you'd even ask such a ridiculous question. You know as well as I do that drinking is a sin."
"No, I don't know as well as you do that drinking is a sin. I thought we just had this conversation? But, for the record, I think there are worse things I could be doing than watching a movie and drinking a beer," I replied. I was thinking about what I'd be doing right now if I had taken Tommy and Lizzie up on their offer to go to the strip club with them earlier tonight. I almost mentioned it to Sarah, but that was a can of worms I didn't need to open.
"I guess you're right, there are things much worse than drinking that you could be doing. Did you know that Brother Johnson got caught running around with Sister Claire? At least you're here at home instead of doing stuff like that."
"Roger Johnson the drummer in the church band?" I asked.
"Yeah, and Claire Rodriguez from the choir. It's a huge scandal. Roger had to resign his position in the band. He repented and asked the church for forgiveness, but his wife left him. Claire just left the church. I saw her in Wal-Mart yesterday and she was wearing pants and had her hair trimmed. I guess it didn't take her long to backslide."
"Damn, what were they doing? How did they get caught?"
"Sis-, uh, Claire, was caught with her head in Brother Johnson's crotch in the pre-school classroom after choir practice Tuesday night. "
I couldn't help but laughing out loud on that one. "So Claire Rodriguez got caught blowing Roger in the church? Damn, but that's sweet. He should've kept Claire and run off with her. Susan Johnson is a shriveled up old bitch."
"James! You should be ashamed of yourself! That's a terrible thing to say," she admonished, then smiled, "even if it is true." This time she laughed out loud.
I leaned in and nuzzled her neck. She shuddered slightly, but didn't try to stop me. I put my hand on her stomach under her shirt and rubbed her belly. I could tell she was starting to like it, so I was a little surprised when she spoke up again.
"Would you ever do that to me?" she asked sheepishly.
"Eat you out in a Sunday school classroom? Damn right I would," I replied as I nibbled on her ear.
"Stop it! You know what I mean. Would you cheat on me with another woman?"
"That's a stupid question," I answered, pulling away slightly, "you already know I wouldn't." Then I thought of Tommy and Lizzie at the strip club. "It might be fun to see you with another woman, though." I chuckled to play it off.
"That's just sick!"
"Why is that sick? That's every man's deepest fantasy. Two women together is smoking hot!"
While she was trying to process my strange announcement, I began flipping through the channels. It was late on a Friday night and I knew "Skinnemax" would probably be playing some soft porn, maybe even with some girl-on-girl action. I wasn't disappointed.
Sarah had been looking intently at me during our conversation so she hadn't noticed when I flipped the channels. I had gotten lucky because a soft porn movie was just starting, one that I had seen before. I knew this one was subtle, but had some girl on girl action about half way through. Hell, it even had somewhat of a plot.
"Let's just change the subject, honey, and watch a movie together," I suggested. "Look, here's one just starting up. It's probably a chick-flick."
I knew she wanted to continue our conversation, but she didn't. Instead, she just switched her focus to the TV. I left her on the couch while I went into the kitchen and got a fresh beer from the fridge. When I came back to the den, she was already watching the movie intently. I sat quietly drinking my beer as we started to move into a cuddle position. I knew she was a sucker for cuddling and I didn't mind nudging her in that direction. As the move became more and more sexual in nature, I could feel myself starting to get aroused. I just hoped that Sarah would actually sit through the movie this time. Normally, when I tried to watch a movie with sexual situations, she would refuse to watch and storm out of the room. I fully expected her to do the same tonight, but I'd been drinking beer all evening and I wasn't feeling much pain. I figured what the fuck, why not take a chance and see what she would do.
I could see that she was getting into the movie. I put my arm around her and drew her closer. I opened up the top button on her blouse and pushed my hand inside. I absent-mindedly began drawing small, soft circles at the bottom of her throat, sometimes gently moving down to the top of her breasts. She just laid her head on my chest and let me continue. By now, the movie had already had several sex scenes, but the girl-on-girl action was coming up. I still expected her to jump up and leave the room as soon as it happened, but I wanted to sort of feel her out before it did happen.
"Well, how's the movie so far?" I asked as I took swig of my Coors Light.
"It's kind of dirty, don't you think? But it has a good story. I like it."
"You do?" I asked, absolutely dumbfounded. This was definitely not the response I expected.
"Yeah, I guess I do. Is that wrong? I know I'm not supposed to be watching this kind of stuff. Heck, I'm not supposed to be watching TV at all. Pastor says that it's a sin."
"I don't think it's wrong to watch a movie in the privacy of your own home, no matter what it's about," I countered.
"Well, yeah, I can see that, but movies like this incite lust."
"Are you feeling 'lustful' right now?" I asked.
She chuckled. "No, I'm feeling downright horny. You never told me that stuff like this could turn people on!"
I felt my dick start to get hard. I'd never once heard her talk like this before, much less use words like "horny" or mention being turned on.
"Well, I've discovered quite a few things since I got out of church," I replied. "Out of church" was church-speak for having left the faith or having "backslid".
"Like what?" she asked, this time seemingly genuinely curious.
"Well, I've learned that some of this stuff," I motioned toward the movie, "is kinda cool. There's some really cool stuff on the Internet, too. Stuff I'd never imagined."
"You mean pornography. I never thought you would get into that sort of thing. What kind of stuff have you discovered?" she asked. "Is it, uh, better than this?"
It was my turn to chuckle. "Yeah, it's much better than this. You should try it sometime."
"I might just do that," she whispered. I thought my dick was going to tear through my jeans.
She nuzzled up closer to me and continued to watch the movie. The girl-on-girl scene was starting to build up and I continued to rub her chest with my finger, moving under the top edge of her bra. She didn't shy away or ask me to stop like she usually did on church nights Tonight was definitely out of the norm and I was enjoying the hell out of it. She had opened up more tonight than she ever had before. I'd never seen her so open about trying forbidden pleasures or experimenting with sin.
As the lesbian sex scene played through, I still fully expected her to get up and run out of the room. She didn't move. If anything, she snuggled even closer. I noticed her breath was a little more labored and I could swear that I was feeling her heart beat faster as the blonde on TV seduced the brunette. I pushed my hand under her bra and tweaked her nipple. She moaned and arched her back slightly. I did it again. She moaned and pressed her tit more firmly into my hand.
I was already about to explode, but I was now a man on a mission. I wanted to corrupt my sweet, innocent wife. I wanted to hear her scream "fuck me!" at the top of her lungs. I wanted to feel her grab my cock and shove it in her pussy. I wanted her to be a wanton slut.
With her eyes still glued to the TV, I took my other hand and lifted her long wool skirt. I let my fingers play along her inner thigh as I glided softly toward her crotch. I touched the soft fabric of her granny panties and could feel her pubic hair underneath. I also felt something else- dampness. I don't know if it was me or the movie, but she was definitely wet. I didn't care what made her that way, I was just thankful for small miracles.
I rubbed her pussy through the outside of her panties. She began to squirm and moan softly. I knew she was now oblivious to anything but the pleasure raging through her body. Her own demon lusts had taken over and she didn't care who knew it. She turned her head and began kissing me on the neck. Her hand went to my jeans and squeezed my erect member through the fabric. My dick bucked in response. She started to tug on my jean buttons as I slipped my hand inside her panties. My middle finger brushed lightly against the upper folds of her womanhood and I could literally smell her sex before my finger ever found the wetness.
She leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue forcing itself through my closed lips. I opened my mouth and met her tongue half way. I could taste strawberries on her tongue.
"You taste like beer," she gasped when she broke the kiss. She surprised me when she said, "it tastes, uh, different. Not as bad as I would have thought."
"You want some?" I asked as I kissed her.
"Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you? You'd love to see me drinking and being a bad girl, huh?"
"Hell yeah, I would!"
She just chuckled and tugged on my pants. "Well, it's not happening, big boy. But we can take this to the bedroom and I can show you how good I can be."