by Jason Lenov
"Oh Reg!" she whispered as another cock plunged into her messy cunt. She opened her mouth and I couldn't resist it. I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. She responded right away. As the man between her legs started fucking her we shared a deep and intimate kiss. "Oh Reg I love you," she said as I finally pulled away.
Her body was swaying softly on the bed from the stranger fucking her. I watched her tits moving across her chest. I loved her too. I put a hand to her cheek and held it there. I leaned in and kissed her again.
I could feel him fucking her. I could feel the man fucking my wife through our kiss. I heard him groan. I felt his rhythmic, even thrusts turn into fitful jerks. I felt the jarring sensation of another man coming into my wife.
The next thing I felt was Ava turning me over, laying my on my back on the bed. I looked at her. She was smiling. She smiled as she helped Jenny get up, too.
Jenny looked ragged and well used but it made me so hard. Ava helped her crawl over me. I looked down as she started to crawl up my body.
Her pussy was a sticky, wet, drooling mess. She was leaking fluid on my legs as she came up. I felt some of it land on my balls. My cock bounced. I put my hands on her thighs, closed my eyes knowing it was finally my turn. I was so turned on at the thought of sinking inside her cunt, filled with all those other men's seed.
I never felt her come down on my cock. I felt some of their cum land on it but when I thought I should have felt her sink onto me I opened my eyes to see she was still crawling.
Ava was still helping her to crawl up my body. My mouth opened. I thought about protesting. I thought about saying no. She was sitting on my chest now. Ava had helped her sit up. She was sitting on my chest, shuffling her sweet little pussy, filled with cum, towards my mouth.
"Jenny," I breathed, looking up into her loving eyes. She looked so...happy. So content.
"Yes Reg?" she breathed, biting her lip. She glanced down at herself. I realized why. She was...excited by this. This was what she wanted.
I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to give my wife exactly what she wanted. I wanted her to be happy.
Ava helped her crawl up, leaving a trail of sloppy wetness along my chest, up my neck, on my chin. Until finally, with her fingers in my hair, I felt her pussy sink down onto my lips.
She moaned as the first pulse of cum shot out of her into my mouth. I pushed my tongue into her well-stretched cunt. She squeezed me as best she could, oozing more of the other men. I felt her shudder. I knew I could make her come.
With everyone around us watching, I began to eat her out.
Epilogue
"Don't tell me you're working on a Saturday?" Tony asked as we both sat at Norma Jean's, coffee in hand.
"Not really. Just going down to get a few things from the office," I replied, taking a sip of the hot brew.
"That fine wife of yours didn't want to go for a drive on a beautiful day like this?"
A rumble of lust ran through me. We'd been here long enough that for the most part I was used to the village ways. The way things were done here was a little different than anywhere else. It still got me a little excited though, thinking that a man like Tony was thinking about my wife.
"She's taken to going to parish on Saturday mornings," I explained, sipping at my coffee and glancing at the paper I had in front of me.
"Parish?" I heard him say. I looked up to see his face screwed up into a question.
"Yeah. She started a few months back and I suppose got sort of used to it."
"Well that's might strange," he said, shaking his head.
"What is?" I asked.
"Well, there ain't no service on a Saturday morning. Never has been."
The smile I'd been wearing started to fade. It didn't make any sense. "Are you sure?" I asked. "She's been going a long time. Like I said, I think it's been a few months now."
"Oh I'm sure. No service on Saturday morning. I'd be sure to know. I'd rather have it on Saturday but Pastor John's always said that Saturday's are special to him."
A strange chill raced through me, despite the summer sun outside. I felt myself get up, though I couldn't remember wanting to. I heard Tony saying something in the background as I stepped into the bright glare outside of Norma Jean's. The parish steeple was just a few hundred yards away. I started walking towards it.
There were birds singing and playing on the gentle currents of wind that were sweeping slowly across the deep blue sky. A few puffy white clouds drifted lazily by overhead. All I could stare at was the blinding white siding of the parish. Something inside me felt not quite right.
It was strange that the door was open. Stranger still that it seemed like there was no one inside. I stood there letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. The rhythmic sounds of breathing drifted from the back room.
I walked down the aisle, my hard soles clicking on the wooden floor. The sound got louder. It was coming from the back room. I stepped around the pulpit and rounded the corner. The door to the back room was open. The breathing was loud now, mixed with the occasional grunt. I stepped into the room.
I walked in just in time to see the final flex of Pastor John's legs before he groaned into an orgasm. Jenny had both legs to one side, holding her round stomach with one hand as she clung to Pastor John's flexing ass with the other. She saw me standing there and moaned.
My cock throbbed. Pastor John's orgasm deflated and he turned to see what Jenny was looking at. As his eyes settled on me, his lips twisted in an uncomfortable smile. I watched him pull himself out of my wife, his seed dripping out of her, down her thigh.
"You..." he started but couldn't seem to finish. He took a breath and went on. "You don't mind, do you Reg?" He cleared his throat, looked down at the ground, then stepped around me and out of the room.
Jenny was staring at me with loving eyes. She put a hand down to her thigh and pried herself apart. Her pink hole looked welcoming.
"Come on Reg," she whispered. "There's still some of him inside."
I dropped to my knees, unbuckled my pants and sank into the village wife.
THE END
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