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As I walked into the house, I was a little surprised to see my Call Waiting button flashing on my phone.
“It’s probably Roxy,” I told myself as I dragged my body up stairs to my bedroom, “and that call can wait until morning.”
I opened my bedroom balcony doors to let in the cool night air, and as I lay down in bed, I realized that if it WAS Roxy, she would have tried to call my cell. Checking it, I saw no missed calls, and wondered who had called.
The next morning, I went for a long run, in my on-going attempt to get back into shape after too many years, and too much physical damage to my body.
As I ran, I mentally reviewed the events of last night, and I smiled, and also tried to stop my cock from starting to rise again.
‘I really wish I knew what the fuck happened to me when I got zapped!’ I thought. ‘Ever since then, I’m fucking like a teen-ager again, I’ve got better stamina than I’ve had in years, and I feel like I can recover better than ever!’
Not that I was complaining, mind you. I was just curious, and admittedly a little concerned.
As I reached my driveway, I remembered the voicemail alert blinking on my phone last night. Curious who would have called, I made my way back into the house and walked over to the phone.
It turned out that I had two phone calls. One was from my son, asking me to call him back, and the second was quite a surprise.
“Mr. Jones, this is Sarah Johnston. Pastor Johnston’s wife,” I heard the soft voice say on the recording. “I’m hoping we could talk. The pastor is going to be gone all day tomorrow, so I’m hoping you can call me early in the day. Thank you.”
‘Why is that asshole’s wife calling me?’ I wondered. ‘And an even better question, why does she call him the pastor, and not by his name? And why was she calling me at 10:00 at night?’
Curious, I called her back.
“Mrs. Johnston, this is Kurt Jones. I’m returning your call from last night,” I said when I heard her voice.
“Yes, sir,” she replied immediately. “How are you?”
“I’m doing fine, ma’am. Please don’t call me sir. What can I do for you?”
“Umm, I’m sorry,” she replied softly. “I’ll try to remember that. Umm, I was hoping I could talk to you today…”
“While your husband is out of town?” I asked.
“Umm, yes. That would be best,” she replied.
“Ok, well, I’m available this morning. Would you like me to drive out to the church?”
“NO!” she replied quickly. “Umm, I’m sorry. I don’t think you coming here would be a good idea. Too many people would see you, and the pastor would find out…”
‘Again with ‘the pastor’,’ I thought. ‘What kind of wife does that?’
“Ok, that’s fine,” I told her. “Where did you have in mind?”
“Umm, well, there’s a park out on route 21. Do you know where it is?”
“Yes, I do. When would you like to meet?”
“Umm, is an hour acceptable?” she asked.
“An hour will be fine,” I told her. “I’ll see you then.”
“Ok. Thank you sir.”
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!”
“It’s ok. No worries,” I said, hanging up.
‘My god, that woman is wound tight!’ I thought, as I started taking off my sweaty clothes and walked toward my shower. ‘Oh well. So much for a lazy Saturday.’
It was a very hot day, so I dressed in a pair of shorts and my typical Hawaiian shirt, with a pair of flip-flops, and then got into my truck.
About an hour later, I pulled into the parking lot of the park. I didn’t see any other cars around, so I got out of my truck and walked over to a picnic table and sat down.
As I sat there waiting, again pondering the past week or so, out of the corner of my eye I saw someone walking down the path from the opposite side of the park.
As I looked up, I had a hard time seeing who was walking toward me, but she was wearing a long, thin dress and a long-sleeved blouse, and she had long, braided blonde hair.
With the sun behind her, I was getting a good back-lit view of what looked like a very nice pair of legs! As the woman got closer, I realized that is was Sarah, the pastor’s wife. Not surprising, her blouse was buttoned all the way up to her neck.
“Hello, Mr. Jones,” she said softly as she walked up to the opposite side of the picnic table. “I’m sorry I’m late. It took me a little longer to walk here than I thought it would.”
‘This was a mistake. I shouldn’t be here! Pastor will be quite upset if any one sees me here with this man!’ I heard.
“Not a problem,” I replied as I stood to greet her. “You walked here?”
“Yes,” she replied, looking at the ground as she sat. “It’s really not that far. It’s only a couple of miles.”
“In this heat, that’s quite a distance,” I told her. “I haven’t walked that far in these conditions since I left the military.”
“Oh, I walk all the time,” she said. “Pastor doesn’t like the idea of me driving. He says it’s not safe, and that I probably wouldn’t be a good driver, anyway.”
‘This was a mistake. I shouldn’t be here!’
‘Yeah, the asshole doesn’t like the idea of you having any freedom,’ I thought.
“Interesting,” I replied. “I’m curious, why do you refer gaziantep escort bayan to your husband as ‘pastor’ and not by his name?”
‘What? Why does he ask a question like that?’
“Oh, that’s what he likes to be called,” she told me.
“Interesting,” I replied again. I noticed that the entire time we talked, she wouldn’t look at me. She continued looking at the ground.
“So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?” I asked.
“I want to talk to you about the pastor,” she replied, still looking down.
“Ok, well first, when I talk with someone, I prefer to look them in the eye, not at the top of their head,” I told her.
‘Oh my! I can’t… I shouldn’t be here!’
‘Look at him,’ I sent to her. ‘He seems like a nice man. You can trust him. You’re safe here.’
She slowly raised her head and looked at me shyly. What I saw surprised me.
Sarah was a very attractive woman, with pale skin, freckles, and a beautiful pair of bright blue eyes. They spoke of an intelligence that she kept hidden for some reason, and I decided that I had to find out more.
“Much better,” I told her. “Thank you.”
“Now, what about your husband?”
“He’s very upset at all of this,” she said. “He gets very angry.”
“I don’t understand what he has to be upset about,” I told her. “After all, I’m the one who was in the hospital, over his mistake.”
“He says that you’re trying to hurt him, and his church,” she replied.
‘It’s very warm. I should unbutton the top button of my blouse and enjoy the breeze,’ I sent to her.
I watched a second later as she raised her hand to the collar of her blouse, and then stopped. She hesitated briefly, and then opened her top button.
“I’m not trying to hurt anyone,” I told her. “I just want him to take care of my medical bills. As I said, he’s the one who caused me to get hurt because he was in a hurry.”
“He says that he didn’t do anything,” she said. “That it was a mistake.”
“Which one was it?” I asked. “If he didn’t do anything, then what was the mistake?”
‘Oh my gosh! That is exactly what I asked him! That’s what got him so angry!’
“I … I don’t know,” she replied softly, looking down again.
“Sarah, please look at me.”
‘I’m still warm. I should open up one more button.’
“Has he hit you again?” I asked her softly, watching as she opened one more button.
‘Oh my gosh! He DOES know! But how does he know?’
“No,” she replied, looking at my chest.
“So please tell me, what is the problem,” I told her. “I guess I don’t understand.”
‘How do I tell him?’
“My husband is a very proud man,” she told me, finally looking up at me. “He’s afraid that he will lose his standing in our community, and lose his church.”
“His ‘standing’ in your community, his image, is more important to him than doing what he is supposed to do?” I asked. “That goes beyond pride being one of the ‘Seven Deadly Sins.’ That’s pure hubris.”
‘What do I say to that? He’s right!’ I heard after a moment of silence.
“Sarah, I’m sorry,” I told her, “but your husband caused my accident, and he knows it. All I’m asking him to do is to make things right. I shouldn’t have to bear the burden of paying for my medical bill for something that he caused.”
“I understand that,” she replied. “But that would mean having to admit that he was wrong. He will never do that.”
“He views our church as HIS church,” she continued. “The money that he collects is HIS, and he will not give it up for something like this.”
“I’m afraid that if you continue this matter, it will make him very angry.”
There was silence for a couple of minutes as I tried to read her mind, but I wasn’t getting very much.
“Well, let’s see,” I finally said, “that brings in Pride, Wrath, and Greed. Three out of seven. Not very good for someone who claims to be a man of God.”
‘If he only knew the truth, what that man is truly like!’
‘Maybe you should tell him. He seems very trustworthy.’
“I’m sorry that I wasted your time,” she said, standing. “I have to get back home.”
“You didn’t waste my time at all,” I told her. “I enjoyed talking to you. You truly are a nice, lovely woman. You deserve better than someone like him.”
‘He’s right, and you know it.’ I sent to her as she stood there silently.
“I … I have to get home,” she said as she turned away.
“Can I give you a ride?” I asked as she started walking.
“No!” she replied quickly. “Umm, I’m sorry. No, thank you. That would not be good!”
“Mrs. Johnston,” I called out, “can I ask you one more question?”
“I guess so,” she replied, turning back to face me.
“Where is your husband right now?” I asked.
“Oh, he’s at a Pastor’s conference in Nashville,” she said.
‘At least, that’s what he tells me.’
“Hmmm. Ok. Thank you,” I replied. “I was just curious.”
Sarah looked quizzically for a second, and then turned away again.
I watched Sarah as she walked away, wondering how long the neck of her blouse would remain open.
Driving back home, I replayed the conversation with Sarah in my head. Something was not right with this minister, and now I was determined to find out what it was.
As I pulled up to my house, I saw Roxy’s car parked off to the side, and she was sitting on a chair on the porch.
“Hi,” I said as I walked up my stairs. “I’m surprised to see you here.”
‘Oh god, I hope this goes well!’ I heard.
“I know,” she replied. “Can we talk?”
I looked at her for a second, and then continued walking toward my door.
“Sure,” I replied. “Come on in.”
“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the deck?” I told her. “I just have to make a phone call and I’ll be right out.”
“Did you have other plans?” she asked.
‘Shit! Why did I have to say that?’
“No,” I told her, smiling. “I have no plans for the rest if the day. I just have to make this phone call.”
“Ok,” she replied sheepishly.
“If you’re thirsty, help yourself,” I told her as I walked upstairs. “There’s plenty of beer, lemonade, water…”
As I walked into my bedroom, I shut the door behind me and pulled out my cell phone. I quickly dialed a number from my memory, and it was answered on the second ring.
“You ugly bastard!” I heard in a familiar voice from my past. “How the fuck are you?”
“Still sucking air, brother,” I replied. “I don’t have a lot of time, so I’ve got a quick question for you.”
“Anything for you, brother. What’s up?”
I quickly explained what I needed as I looked out my window at Roxy, pacing back and forth on the deck. From above, I had quite the view of her pacing back and forth in her halter top, which did nothing to stop her breasts from swaying as she walked, short jeans skirt, and wedge sandals.
“You’re asking a lot,” Sam replied. “I could get my ass handed to me if I get caught doing this.”
“Yeah, but you’re too good to get caught,” I replied, still watching Roxy.
‘She’s nervous. This is either going to be very good, or very bad.’
“Yeah, this is true,” my old friend chuckled. “Besides, I believe I owe you one. At least one!”
“Hey, I don’t look at it as either of us owing the other anything,” I told him. “We just do for each other.”
“This is also true. Ok, let me see what I can find, and I’ll call you back.”
“No worries,” I told him. “You know how to get a hold of me.”
I hung up the phone and started walking back downstairs.
I grabbed a beer and then joined Roxy on the deck, still pacing.
“How are you?” I asked.
‘Oh god. Small talk!’
“I’m ok. How are you?”
“Not bad,” I replied. “So what’s up?”
Roxy sighed and then looked up at me.
“I’m sorry for the other day,” she told me. “I thought about what you said, and you’re right. I had no right to expect something from you that we never even talked about.”
“Ok,” I said.
‘Ok? That’s it?’
“I understand what you said,” she continued. “After my divorce, I guess I wasn’t ready to get into a relationship right away, either, so I can see your point.”
“Good,” I replied.
“So,” she said, “where does that leave us?”
“I don’t know,” I told her. “Only you can answer that.”
‘Damn it! You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?’
“Well, do you still want to see me?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” I replied. “As long as you understand where I am coming from. I told you, I like you. I’m just not ready for a relationship. I think that you’re a great person, a fun woman, intelligent, cute …”
Roxy smiled, and said, “Good. Thank you.”
“And you’re a great fuck, too!” I continued, smiling at her.
“Oh I am, am I?” she asked, eyebrows raised, walking toward me.
“Definitely!” I said as I watched her put her beer down on the railing.
“Well, you’re pretty damn good, too!” she said as she stepped up to me.
I watched as Roxy started slowly unbuttoning my shirt. “So, is this where we have ‘make up sex’?” I asked her.
‘Finally! Enough with the talking!’
“I think that would be a good idea,” she replied, having pulled my shirt wide open.
“Good. I think you know where to start,” I told her, smiling at her as I tossed a cushion onto the floor of the deck at my feet.
‘Out here? Damn! Why does he always want to play outside? I’d REALLY like to be fucked, and fucked hard, on his bed!’
“Can’t we go inside?” she asked.
“Eventually,” I told her. “Right now, I’d like to enjoy the fresh air and sunlight, and you, all at the same time.”
“Ok. It’s hard to argue with that kind of logic,” she replied.
‘Yes! Take control!’
“Then don’t argue,” I told her, smiling.
“Yes, sir!” she replied, sliding her hands across my chest.
“If you’re going to call me ‘sir’, you should be on your knees when you do it,” I teased.
“”Yes, sir!” she repeated, quickly kneeling in front of me.
Without another word, Roxy opened my pants and let them drop to the deck, pulling the waistband of my boxers down and exposing my hardening cock.
“Mmmm! I missed this big guy!” she said softly as she stroked my shaft.
“Show me how much you missed him,” I told her.
Looking up at me, Roxy leaned in and slowly started sliding her wet tongue up the length of my pole.
“Mmmm! That’s nice!” I said softly.
She continued slowly teasing me, licking her way up and down my cock and sucking on the head, starting to drive me crazy.
“Ooooh! Suck my cock, baby!” I told her as she licked and sucked on my balls.
‘Make me! Don’t be gentle with me!’
She slowly worked her way up the length of my shaft, and I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair.
Holding tightly to her dark tresses, I pulled her head up.
“I said suck it, not tease it!” I told her as I pushed my cock into her mouth.
‘Yes! That’s it! Make me your slut!’
‘Tell him you want to be his slut!’
‘Oh my god! I can’t do that! What would he think of me?’
‘He just may like that!’
“MmmMMM!” she moaned as she started bobbing her head up and down the length of my rigid shaft.
I held tightly to her hair and started moving my hips back and forth, fucking Roxy’s face as she reached her hands up and grabbed on to my ass.
‘Oh god, yes!’
I fucked her face for a couple more minutes and then stopped. Using her hair as a guide, I started slowly puling her face toward me, trying to slide my cock as deep down her throat as I could.
Her nose was about an inch and a half from my pubes when she started to gag.
‘Holy crap! Is he trying to choke me? I can’t take all of him down my throat!’
“Relax,” I told her as I pulled her back a little. “You can do it.”
I let her catch her breath for a second, and then she nodded and moaned, gripping my ass cheeks tighter and pulling me back in toward her face.
I felt the tip of my cock reach the back of her throat, and slowly started to push it further in.
I could feel the vibrations rippling through my pole as Roxy moaned, slowly pulling me in deeper.
‘Oh my god! I can’t believe I did it!’ I heard as her nose was buried in my pubic hair.
She held me tightly like that for a couple of seconds, and then started pushing back against my hand.
I let her back her head up, and she pulled back until she had just the head still in her mouth.
“See?” I moaned as I felt her tongue flick against the rim of my cock head. “I told you that you could do it!”
“MmmHmm!” she moaned, and then started bobbing her head up and down quickly, taking me deep every few thrusts.
Sucking my cock like a woman possessed, Roxy soon had me close to cumming.
“Oh, shit baby!” I moaned. “That feels so good!”
“Yeah! Cum for me!’
“You’re going to make me cum,” I told her. “Where do you want it?”
Roxy quickly pulled all the way back, letting my wet, shiny shaft stand in the breeze.
“Where ever you want it,” she breathed, stroking my shaft and sliding her other hand under her skirt. “Make me your slut. Just give it to me!”
I took my cock from her and started stroking it. “Open your mouth,” I told her.
“Oh yes!” she moaned, tilting her head back and opening her mouth wide.
“Close your eyes,” I told her as I felt myself getting closer.
“Yesss! Cum for me!” she moaned.
Looking down at Roxy kneeling in front of me like that, almost begging for my cum, her tits heaving in her halter top as I stroked myself, soon sent me over the edge.
“Oh shit!” I exclaimed as I watched as my cum flew out toward Roxy.
I tried aiming for her mouth, but I soon had her face coated in my hot cum. Roxy moaned loudly as she leaned forward and my juices continued to fly from my pole.
‘Oh shit! Yes! This is so hot!’
As I shook the last few drops from my cock, I watched Roxy as she leaned back. Her face was covered, and my cum was dripping down to her tits.
“Oh my god!” she breathed, licking her tongue around her lips and drawing in the cum surrounding it, “That was so hot! I love it!”
“Oh crap,” I moaned in agreement. “That WAS hot!”
After I caught my breath, I reached out my hand scooped off the cum that had landed around her eyes. I then brought my coated fingers to her mouth and slid them in. Roxy moaned loudly as she sucked on my fingers, taking them deep into her mouth and cleaning my cum off of them.
When she had them all cleaned off, I reached my hand out for hers. She lifted her free hand toward mine, and I shook my head.
“No,” I told her. “Give me the other one.”
Roxy giggled and slid her hand from under her skirt. Looking her in the eyes, I leaned down and brought her hand to my mouth.
She moaned again as I cleaned her juices from her fingers, savoring her taste as my tongue flicked across her wet digits.
When I felt that they were clean enough, I took her hand and helped her stand. I then led her over to the deck railing and turned her around, her back toward me.
‘Is he going to let me wipe off all this cum?’ I heard as I wrapped my fingers around her wrists and brought her hands to the railing.
“You can clean off your face when we go inside,” I whispered in her as I kissed her neck. “For right now, let it dry on your face like a good slut. And keep your hands where they are.”
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