about 16 years ago, i was in the air force, stationed at mac dill afb
in tampa and had been married about 6 years. shortly after moving
there, my wife joined a very strict and legalistic church near the
base, and attended every time the doors were open. i didnt go to
church with her, and in fact, used to regularly rent xxx movies to
watch on sundays and wednesday nights, while she was gone. she had
become friends with a couple ladies at the church and would often visit
with them at their homes after the services. this was fine with me, as
it gave me more time to watch the porn, and jack off. the church also
had a private christian school. my wife soon became a teacher there,
and my kids attended the school as well. i remember watching her dress
for church one wednesday evening, and asked her why she was wearing her
skimpy panties and garter belt with stockings to attend such a
conservative church (things i used to have to beg her to wear for me in
private). she got a bit defensive, and said that it was too hot and
humid in tampa to wear her normal panties and pantyhose.

 i didnt really think too much more about it, and was shortly deployed
to saudi arabia in the first wave of troops for what was to become
operation desert storm. during the 8 months i was gone, my wife and
kids had moved out of the apartment and into a house almost across the
street from the church.

 one afternoon after i returned from war, my kids were attending some
type of spring carnival at the church, and we had the house to
ourselves. well, my wife came to me, acting real nervous, and said she
needed to tell me something before i found it out from someone else
(thats never a good sign). she sat down on the couch beside me, and,
on the verge of tears, with her voice crackling nervously, she started
telling me how much she loved me while wringing her hands (this is an
even worse sign). i was very concerned for her, as i loved her, and had
never seen her this way before. then she told me that she had cheated
on me, and that the guilt was eating her alive, so she felt she had to
confess her sin to me.

 man!!! i was fit to be tied. the first thought i had was that it was
my best friend, who would regularly check in on her for me while i was
deployed. i felt betrayed by him more than by her, and was ready to go
kill the guy. she assured me that it wasnt him, that this had happened
before i got deployed. then, she gave me the shock of my life when she
revealed to me that she had fucked the preacher. the fucking
preacher!!!! my wife was 22 or 23 at the time, and this guy was in his
mid 40s. i was pissed...but i was kinda turned on at the same time.

 my wife was a nervous wreck by this time, and was spilling her guts,
answering any question i asked. she told me that she had gone to him
for counseling because i didnt want to go to church, and she wanted to
find a way to get me to start attending with her. well, one of these
"counseling" sessions took place one wednesday night after church,
while one of her lady friends kept the kids (i wonder if it was the
time i caught her putting on her sexy undies). she said that he
suggested that they get away from the church so nobody would see them
together, get the wrong idea, and start gossiping. so, they got in his
car, and drove to a secluded spot near the bay (ironically, it was
within sight of the bedroom window of our apartment), she said that one
thing led to another, and before she knew it, they were having sex (gee
honey, i dont know how it happened. one minute we were sitting there
having a nice conversation about the lord, and the next thing i know, i
have my legs wrapped around the preacher as he buries his big, fat cock
in my soaking wet cunt, and im cumming like a fucking slut!!!)
something inside me snapped. i took her into the bedroom, sat her on
the edge of the bed while i stood in front of her and pulled out my
throbbing cock. i stuffed it in her mouth, and asked her if his dick
tasted like mine, and if it was the same size. no, i didnt ask...i
demanded the information from her. when she managed to get my dick out
of her mouth, she said his cock was a little bigger (she never
elaborated how much bigger). i didnt give her time to breathe before i
shoved it back in her mouth, and started skull fucking her, forcing her
to take as much of me as she could. all the while i was quizzing her
about fucking this supposed "man of the cloth".

 then i began pulling at her clothes to get them off of her. when she
was naked, i plunged my hand between her legs while still pumping my
rod into her mouth. she was dripping wet!!! the bitch was scared
shitless by my behavior, but, was horny as hell at the same time. this
really turned me on, and i threw her back on the bed, forced her legs
apart, and began fucking her in a rage. i was slamming my dick into her
and making her tell me about fucking the preacher. it was a tangle of
emotions for both of us. she was simultaneously crying her eyes out,
and grabbing my hips to pull me into her harder as she thrust her
hungry cunt up at me. she came a couple of times like that, and i think
the force of her orgasms even surprised her. as i said, i was in a
horny rage, and was fucking her as hard as i could, not caring if it
hurt her. i just wanted to punish her, humiliate her, and treat her
like the slut i now believed her to be. i was very crude and hurtful in
the things i said to her, and i could see the emotional pain i was
causing her, but, i also saw the raw lust that was welling up inside
her. i pulled out of her, and made her suck her pussy juice off my dick
(something she had never done, and would never have done under normal
circumstances), then i rolled her over on her stomach and roughly
shoved my cock in her from behind as i pinned her shoulders and head to
the bed. i remember how she flinched and cried out in pain the first
couple of strokes, but she was soon pushing her little ass back against
me, meeting my thrusts with those of her own. i dont know how many
times she got off like that, but within 15 minutes in that position, i
was ready to explode. as i felt the first load of cum rush out the head
of my cock, i got the idea to treat her like a real slut, and pulled
out, to shoot it all over her cunt, ass, and back.

 that was some of the best sex i ever had with her, and we were both
wasted after it. as we lay there, she asked me to get a couple tissues
to help her clean up the areas on her back that she couldnt reach. i
told her that shed better go shower, because i wasnt about to touch
her messy ass unless it was to either kick her ass, or fuck the hell
out of her again.

 when she got out of the shower, i was still pissed, but, had gotten
excited thinking about what i had made her tell me, imagining seeing
her doing all kinds of nasty things with the preacher, and thinking
about how hard we had just fucked, so i was hard as a rock again (its
funny how quickly i could recover when i was in my 20s). as she walked
into the bedroom naked, towel-drying her hair, she saw me lying on the
bed, stroking my cock, and i told her to come to me. when she did, i
made her get on the bed on her hands and knees and start sucking my
still messy cock, while i reached my hand around and finger-fucked her.
needless to say, we went at it again, and this time was just as rough,
and hot as the first time. i dont remember the details of the next
few weeks, but the sex was incredible.

 she later tried to recant her part in the affair by saying first that
he seduced her (he certainly was a silver tongued devil), then saying
that he forced himself on her. i asked if he used a weapon, or made any
threats to her, and she said no. the only threat she said he made was
after they had fucked. he told her that if she ever told anyone what
they did, he would deny it, everyone would believe his word over hers,
and she would be forced out of the church.

 im sure she never came completely clean with me about it. she claims
they only had sex that one time, but, i find that hard to believe. it
was after the sex occurred that she started teaching at the church,
with him as the principal and her boss. i also think it was after the
sex occurred that she started wearing the skimpy panties, garter belt,
and stockings. it wasnt a one-time outfit, as i remember her
regularly dressing that way under her plain-jane church dress. i can
just imagine her sitting directly in front of the pulpit on the second
row (her usual spot), and discreetly spreading her legs in the middle
of the sermon to give him a glimpse of what was waiting for him after
the service.

 as it turns out, the shit hit the fan while i was in saudi. the
preacher got kicked out of the church, because, not only was he fucking
my wife, he was fucking several other attractive women in the
congregation on a regular basis. everyone in the church knew that my
wife had fucked the pastor, but, somehow she used her sweet innocence
to get out of hot water, and was still a teacher at the school. i soon
got out of the air force and we moved away, but, i cant help but
think that everyone at that church knew what a slut my wife was.

 as you can imagine, this caused allot of trouble in our marriage for a
very long time, and i still get mad when i think about her screwing
someone behind my back, and i wonder what all she conveniently forgot
to tell me about it. strangely enough though, it also still turns me
on, and i sometimes fantasize about it while i fuck her.