Frank Masters - The evangelist_s wife

The man behind her was fucking faster and deeper and harder with every second. From the times that she fucked her husband, she knew that he must be close to coming. She sucked more excitedly on Earl's wonderfully jerking hard-on. She wanted them both to come at the same time. She didn't quite know what she was going to do when they both came, but she wanted to get the man in front of her off with her sweet mouth, her cocksucking mouth.

"Milk it, honey!" Victor groaned.

Her steamy mouth took Earl's stroking boner deeper. The young man groaned, feeling the tip of his cock touching the back of her throat. Instead of choking she just purred in vibrating moans around his meaty thickness. Her juicy lips ovaled around his cock as he pumped it in and out.

"Oooooh, you sweet cocksucker!" he groaned. "God, that's nice. I'm gonna come for you. Just a little more, and I'm going to give you a nice mouthful of bat cum!"

"Me, too!" shouted the man fucking the preacher's wife. "I'm right on the fuckin' edge! Ooooh, man!"

Even though Angelica didn't have much experience on her knees, either with a cock up her tight pussy or in her sucking mouth, she was getting them both off. She drooled on Earl's cock as she arched her back to take in another fraction of an inch of the knobby prick reaming but her tight pussy. Victor pistoned his boner faster, slapping his thighs harder against her wiggling ass as all three rode up to a massive, mutual climax.

Angelica moaned.

They were squirming and writhing in unbelievable ecstasy on the couch.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned once more as the taste of the juice leaking from Earl's piss-slit changed to a thicker cream. She knew that something was going to happen. Something wonderful.

"Here it comes!" Earl shouted.

Angelica sobbed with passion as she realized he was coming. Right in her mouth. The innocent-looking preacher's wife was taking a man's cum in her mouth. The boiling wad of his first jet squirted out in a fiery blast. It rolled over her tongue, the rich flavor of the jism setting off a body-quivering orgasm that tightened her already super-tight pussy.

"Jesus!" Victor hissed, adding his spunk to the erotic mix entering the preacher's wife from two different directions. "Work that pussy! Take my juice, honey!"

The three of them writhed and moaned as they exploded as one. As her mouth filled with hot cum, Angelica staffed to back off.

Earl anticipated her move. His hands quickly caught the long brunette hair on her head and locked her mouth over his still-belching boner. He was going to make her do it. It was swallow or drown. She swallowed. The cum sliding down her throat made her shiver again as she bucked through a series of orgasms that were like nothing she had ever experienced.

Collapsing, Angelica felt the heavy breathing and panting all around her. She knew that right outside the trailer, her church was still there. She looked at her watch, seeing that it was only ten after eleven. All this had happened in less than ten minutes. She had gone from a woman of virtue, the wife of a rising star in the world of TV evangelism, to a slut who let two strange men force her into sucking and fucking them. In only ten minutes. And she had loved every one of those short ticks of the clock. She couldn't deny any of it. She had loved what they had done to her.

"You never did say what made you cry." Earl watched Angelica. "Is there something I can do that will help you, beautiful?"

The wife of the preacher was quite a sight. She was naked, with two spent men still caressing her quivering body. She reached for Earl's soft prick fondling it gently. Victor nuzzled against her sore tits as he kissed them.

Angelica felt her body starting to grow hot again. She knew that if they got hard again, she would take them on once more. Anything that they wanted. She gripped their limp pricks, feeling her juices on them.

Her husband wanted to work late. She had found something else to keep her busy.

"I think you just solved my problem," she whispered.

Robert Stewart's voice rose up in indignation. He was preaching about the wages of sin, really pounding the podium as he made his point. There was no audience in front of him. Only the lenses of the two cameras.

Angelica was watching her husband from her usual seat just behind and to the right of the evangelist. The only others that were within range of the cameras were the row of serious faces of the elders of the church. Any other morning, the big-titted wife of the preacher would have been worded about how the broadcast was going. This Sunday, she had other things on her mind.

Sitting where she was, Angelica could only see the heads of the row of elders. The only person she could see fully was the young man running camera two. It was Brother Brad, the man that Angelica had talked to last night before her husband had so rudely sent her away. The man who had felt sorry for Angel.

After the wild fucking by the two construction men, the pretty brunette woman had gone home. Robert showed up about a half an hour later. She had showered away the signs of her passion before getting into bed with him. She just rolled over and fell asleep.

The morning after her sinful rutting with the two strangers, Angelica felt wonderful. She had slept like a baby. A good hard fuck was just what she needed to make her feel so much better. For the first time, she was noticing how nice the young man behind the camera looked. Her eyes dropped to the bulge in his tight jeans.

Wearing a special dress, Angelica crossed her legs after making sure that the camera was focused on her husband. The dress was shorter than her husband liked. He called it flaunting her womanly appeal for the sex fiends watching.

The elders had outvoted the preacher. The shorter dressed stayed. Angelica was happy about that now. As she crossed her legs slowly, she watched Brother Brad's eyes flicking downward. She could feel the material of her dress sliding up over her thighs.

With a naughty smile on her face, the preacher's wife let her legs fall open slightly. From Brad's position below the stage, he was staring right up between her legs.

The young man gasped as he saw Reverend Stewart's wife staring at him. She couldn't be doing that on purpose, he thought as her beautiful legs parted slightly. Then he looked up and saw that Angelica knew about his staring. She was looking right at him. He blushed. She only smiled and spread her legs more. Openly gawking at the lewd sight of her thighs as she parted them wider, Brad caught the quick flash of lacy blue as her panties came into his view.

"Camera two!" He heard the hissing whisper coming from the set of headphones. "Watch your centering."

"Got it," he answered.

Startled, Brad looked back at his monitor. All he had of the preacher was the top of his head and one hand waving in the air. Brad was broadcasting a picture of Reverend Stewart that made him look like a man doing an imitation of Hitler instead of an evangelist spreading the gospel.

As the ending credits rolled past on the monitor screen, Angelica sat like the prim and proper lady she had always been, until last night. She knew that she had gotten Brother Brad in trouble. As the director came running out of the booth, she tried to think of a way of fixing it for him.

Three different men were yelling at poor Brother Brad as the program ended. Robert was red-faced from screaming after he saw the replay.

Angelica walked up to the group when the screaming finally stopped.

"Robert, you've been right all along, darling. I can see that now."

"I have?" he said.

"I haven't been paying enough attention to the work that you do," she went on, knowing how much he loved having his ego stroked. "I've been letting you down. No longer. I'm going to take more interest in the broadcast. I'll speak to the cameraman about this. You're much too important to the church to be taking the time to correct his work habits. Let me speak to him about doing better."