Adrian Errikson - The Preacher's wife

Joanna Gee kissed her husband goodbye and climbed back into bed for an extra 30 minutes of sleep. The young blonde woman had made breakfast for her husband, but now that he was gone, she dropped her robe by the bed and crawled back under the covers.

She had on a silky and sexy teal nightie and panty set. Her lithe body looked very good in it, and she knew that she looked much like the models in the catalog from which she had ordered the provocative outfit.

She had waited for her young husband to come home from the board meeting at the church. She had lit candles, and had carefully perfumed and powdered her beautiful body, dressing in her new nightie, touching up her makeup and making herself as provocative as possible. When Tom had come home, he had barely noticed her. He was focused upon the board meeting and the Youth

Budget he oversaw. As a Youth Minister, Joanna thought he was great. But she was becoming very disenchanted with him as a husband.

Joanna and Tom had married right out of Seminary. She was from a very conservative family, and had gone to college to get her M-R-S degree, as some of the girls had giggled. Unfortunately, Joanna had been somewhat wild in High School, rebelling against her strict parents. She had gone through three boyfriends her last two years, and she had slept with each of them.

When she went to Seminary, she had vowed to be a "good" girl, and though frustrated, she had not had sex again until her marriage night.

Now, two years later, Joanna was disillusioned with her marriage. She got along with Tom, and she truly loved him, but she was growing increasingly horny. The first six months of marriage, Tom had made love to her almost every night. He was a gentle and considerate lover, but he refused to experiment, and made it clear that he thought oral sex was disgusting and sinful. She had finally talked him into trying sex with her on top, but he only allowed that once in a great while, preferring the "normal" missionary position. Worst of all, his stamina was horrible. He seldom lasted longer than five minutes, and she had never had an orgasm in her married life.

And worse, the frequency of his attention had waned. If she could get him to make love to her once every two weeks, that was an improvement! As a result, the pretty young woman had begun to masturbate. She knew that it was immoral and sinful, but she simply couldn't help herself.

And she was extremely horny this morning. Ignoring all of her preparations,

Tom had climbed into bed last night, patted her and turned away. She had tried to snuggle up to him, but he ignored her and was asleep within a few minutes. She was angry, but then felt guilty for being angry. He worked hard, and she told herself that she had to be willing to share him with the church.

More frequently, she had been remembering the immoral conduct with her High

School boyfriends. She had fallen into the habit of fantasizing about those experiences. As she lay beneath the covers this morning her mind drifted back to those days, and she remembered her last boyfriend, Dave. The last time she had gone out with him, he had driven out to the local Lake. She had begun to feel guilty about what they were doing, but when he pulled her towards him, she went into his arms.

Joanna could still remember how he had kissed her and begun cupping and squeezing her breast. She had moaned into his mouth, struggling weakly, but it had felt so good that she had soon surrendered. He had played with her tits, finding the nub of her nipples through her dress and bra and gently pinching and playing with them, making the young girl squirm and moan in his arms.

As she re-lived that night, Joanna's hand drifted down her flat belly and pulled up her nightie, her hand sliding inside the waistband of her panties.

She began breathing heavily as she began teasing her wet pussy slit.

As she gently manipulated her swollen flesh, her mind remembered how Dave had taken her hand and placed it on his prick. It had felt huge, and she shuddered as she remembered how it had throbbed under her hand. She had trembled as hormones surged through her young girl's body, and after a moment she had gently squeezed his long hard prick through his slacks.

Joanna remembered how Dave had groaned when she had squeezed his prick. Just remembering how hot he had been aroused her wildly. It was wicked and sinful, but she couldn't stop thinking about how good it had been.

Dave had opened her dress. Joanna had weakly struggled against him, but her heart wasn't in it as she felt him strip her dress off of her. She had been almost faint as he reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, pulling it from her body and freeing her swollen tits into the cool air.

Immediately, her nipples had hardened and lengthened, just as they were now under the covers. While Joanna kept one hand between her legs, exploring the liquid center between her slick pussy lips, her other hand reached up under her nightie and began to pinch and play with her nipples, enjoying the sensual tingles radiating from her swollen tits.

Dave had covered her tit with his mouth, gently sucking her young nipples, licking, sucking and softly biting them. Joanna had extremely sensitive breasts, and when Dave had suckled her tits, all thoughts of resistance were blown from her body. She had quietly moaned, her head thrown back, her teeth clenched and eyes closed as she thrilled to the pleasure his mouth had given her.

She didn't resist when his hands had begun exploring between her legs, massaging the front of her panties as he kept her occupied with his wonderfully sucking mouth. As she remembered Dave's finger slipping under the waistband of her panties and pressing between her swollen pussy lips, she imitated the memory of that night, sliding her own finger inside the boiling cauldron of her heated cunt.

Joanna kicked off the covers as she squirmed on the bed, lost in the heated memories of her past life. She pushed her panties down off her hips as she began lewdly fingering her throbbing pussy.

Dave had fingered her that night to a wonderful cum. It had left her weakly disoriented and she barely was aware that he had pulled her panties down and off, leaving the young High School girl naked, slouched on the seat of his car.

When her door opened, she had weakly protested as he pulled her from the car. But she was still having small after shocks from her orgasm and wasn't able to stop him. Dave picked the naked girl up and carried her over to the playground equipment by the side of the lake. The moon was bright, and he had no trouble seeing her pale naked body.

Her boyfriend had leaned her against the ladder of the slide, and the cold metal had momentarily roused her. She began to struggle against him, pushing against his chest and trying to free herself from his embrace.

"No, Dave. Stop it! Let me go! I'm naked! Please stop." she remembered whispering at him, even though the lake was deserted and no one was in sight.

But he had been too strong for her and had pushed himself against her naked body, pressing her back and ass against the cold metal steps of the ladder, kissing her as his hands stroked all over her soft flesh.

Joanna remembered that initially she had been very afraid but also very excited. The very risk of being discovered, terrified her, but it also added an element of excitement as her boyfriend kissed and touched her naked body.

She had stopped pleading with him, instead whimpering and mewling as he began re-stoking the fired deep in the pit of her belly. Again, his finger had slipped up inside her pussy, and his mouth began furiously suckling one of her breasts!

Joanna lay on her bed fantasizing, completely lost in her memories. She quickly pushed her panties down her legs, kicking until she was able to pull one leg from them. She spread her legs as wide as possible, her panties loosely hanging off one ankle as she lifted her spread legs and began finger fucking her pulsating cunt. She was gasping and moaning loudly in the privacy of her empty house as she replayed that night.