Bob Wallace - Wife hot to trot

Leah Trent sat in the first pew of the church. Her dress, low-cut and hiked high around her thighs, had distracted Reverend Moss during his entire sermon, his eyes constantly drifting to Leah's long sexy legs.

Leah knew it and it made the crotch of her panties moist. Knowing she was turning on her minister made her forget her anger at her husband for not coming with her again. She shifted her ass in the pew, her dress riding higher as the minister finished his sermon.

Instead of getting up, she waited, an idea forming in her head. If Craig was too tired from drinking all night with his friends, or, more likely, out fucking another woman, maybe Reverend Moss would take away the itch in her pussy. She smiled as the last of the congregation filed out, leaving her alone in the church.

She stood, saw Reverend Moss walking toward her. His face was flush and his eyes were devouring her body. "Do you mind if we talk?" she purred.

"Not at all," he said, his voice husky, the bulge in his pants hidden by his black robe. "Where's Craig? Couldn't make it again?"

"He's sleeping." Leah frowned, imagining the minister naked, his cock fucking into her pussy. She stepped close, her mouth inches away from his. "Maybe if you stopped around, you could talk to him, Jim," she cooed, using his first name.

Jim Moss' gaze dropped to the creamy flesh of her tits. He swallowed the lump in his throats the sweet scent of her perfume making him dizzy. "I don't mind at all, Leah," he said, his voice strained.

Leah took his hand. A tremor swept through her pussy.

She needed his cock, and intended to get fucked before she left the church.

"He's been so neglectful lately," she said, winking.

The touch of her hand was hot. He tried a smile. It came out nervous. "He's probably working too hard."

"With some other woman," Leah said, knowing she was making him hot. She enjoyed it. Craig had hardly noticed her these last few months.

"I don't believe that," he said, wanting to grab her, throw her down on a pew and fuck her until she screamed her head off.

"Oooo, I don't know what to think," she moaned, leaning into him, molding her hot excited body against him. "I can't think straight anymore." She rubbed against him, heard him suck in his breath.

"Unnnn," he groaned, feeling her body.

Automatically, his arms circled her. He held her, his cock throbbing wildly in his pants.

"Maybe you should go home," he said weakly. "Talk to him. It's probably just your imagination."

"It isn't," she said, pressing against the man, feeling the bulge of his cock. She lifted her head, her green eyes smoldering, her lips parted, the tip of her tongue wetting her full mouth. "He hasn't touched me in months. I'm going crazy."

Jim gritted his teeth. The ache in his balls was spreading. He fought his growing lust. "I'll be around later," he rasped. "The three of us will sit down and talk."

Leah pulled out all the stops. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight, her hips rolling, her belly rubbing against his bulging cock. "You know how hot I am? How much I need a cock? Any cock! Your cock."

She grabbed his face, pulled it to her mouth, plunged her tongue between his lips, and explored frantically.

Jim's head was reeling. He crushed her in his arms, gobbled on her invading tongue. His hands skimmed down her body and cupped the soft meat of her firm ass. He kneaded her ass cheeks through her dress, moaning deep in his throat as Leah attacked his tongue and sucked.

"Oooo, Jim," she gasped, tearing her mouth away from his. "I need to be fucked so bad." She swayed in his arms. "I can't think of anything else but getting fucked."

Catching his breath, he dropped his arms, his conscience nagging him, "We'll talk," he said hoarsely. "Later."

"No," she panted. "There's nothing to talk about." Her green eyes were on her fire. Her pussy, long neglected, pulsed, oozing a sticky buttery fuck cream that drenched her panties. "You can talk while you're fuckin' me."

"Christ," he rumbled. "You're married I'm your minister. Christ!"

A hot smile tugged at her mouth. "Aren't ministers suppose to help people who need it?" She was rocking her hips, her tits heaving, the nipples hard, breaking the smooth contour of her dress.

Sweat was breaking out on his forehead. "Not the way you want to be helped," he gasped, unable to take his eyes off her.

Leah was not taking no for an answer. She reached behind her, slid down the zipper of her dress.

"You have to help me," she panted. "If I don't get fucked soon, I'll wind up giving it away on a street corner to every man who looks at me." She gave him a lewd smile. "You wouldn't want me to do that, now would you?"

He watched her dress slip off her shoulders, her tits, encased in white lace, totally exposed, only the nipples hidden from his hungry eyes.

"Oooo, Jim," she cooed, knowing she was going to have him. "Don't you wanna fuck me?" She peeled off her dress. It melted to her ankles and she stepped out of it.

He groaned, the ache in his balls growing worse.

"I'll bet you got a hard-on under your robe that would choke a horse."

Jim couldn't help but grin. His eyes flowed over her luscious body, from her thick red hair to her feet. She was the sexiest member of the church and he had to admit, even to himself, that he had wanted her for months, watching her every Sunday sit in the first pew, squirming as if she had a cock stuffed up inside her. Now, she was offering him her body on a silver platter.

"You're gorgeous," he finally said, breaking the heavy silence in the church.

"I'm glad you approve," she sighed, her tits heaving.

She licked her lips, fumbled with the snap on her bra. It fell away, baring her tits completely, the nipples large, rosy-red, and swollen.

"God, Jim," she gasped. "I'm so fuckin' hot."

He grabbed the creamy globes of her huge tits and moaned as the heat of her nipples burned into his palms.

"Jesus," he mumbled, kneading her soft tits. "You know how long I've wanted to do this?"

"Ummmm, Jim," she sighed, pressing into his squeezing hands. "Tell me. Tell me how much you want me."

"You give me a hard-on every Sunday," he groaned.

"Ooooo, I'm creaming. Christ, am I creaming." She pulled at the snaps on his robe, dragged it down off his shoulders. Quickly, her hands went to his tie. "Unnnn, Jim. I'm out of my fuckin' mind."

Jim pawed her tits, allowed her to pull open his shirt. Her nails had raked his chest.

"Get out of your clothes," she gasped. "Let me see you naked, like I've been dreaming about every night." She dropped to her knees and fumbled with his pants, shoving them down around his ankles. The bulge in his shorts made her gasp. "OOOO, God!"

"Ummnnnn," Jim groaned as her hand dug into his shorts and grappled with his stiff boner. "Jesus, your hand is hot."

Leah gulped as she hauled out his giant cock. "Oooo, Jim. It's so beautiful." She felt his prick throb with power.

"So big. Just like I imagined."

Jim jerked his hips, fucking his cock through her shifting fist. "Unnnn, Leah. Suck it. Put it in your mouth."

"Oooo, I'll suck it, Jim," she moaned, flicking out her tongue, "I'll suck it and suck it forever."

She flashed her tongue over the swollen head of his cock, coated his prick with warm spit. Tremors raced through her pussy as she slipped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked. She hummed, feeling his prick throb against her hips.

"Ahhhh," Jim groaned. The heat of her mouth swelled his prick and rumbled the cum churning in his balls. He reached down and combed his fingers through her hair. "Unnnn, Leah. Suck it! Suck it!"

Leah was hungry for his cock. She gobbled his prick into her mouth, the bloated cockhead brushing against the roof of her mouth, then clogging her throat as she whipped her tongue over his prickshaft. She sucked more of his fat prick into her mouth, stopping only when her lips mashed into his hairy groin.