Frank Masters: The evangelist_s wife

Angelica Stewart watched her husband as he pounded on the podium. Her husband, the Reverend Robert Stewart, was staring at the television camera. He knew how to play to the hidden audience out there in their homes, and he was one of the rising stars of the televised evangelism movement.

It was close to eleven o'clock an a Friday evening, but her husband was still in the studio working on the fund-raising spots for the new church satellite disk. The men were installing it right now, working on double-time pay. Angelica had come over from their home, hoping that she could get her husband to come home. To bed. With Angelica.

It had been a long time since the young, beautiful woman had been, in bed with her husband – other than for sleeping purposes. She was just twenty-one years old. The man she married was the only one to ever see her naked. Angelica was a stunning woman. She had long brunette hair that spread out across her shoulders. Below that, a pair of big firm tits stood up high and proud from her chest. Robert had told her that her brown, bedroom eyes would always thrill him.

But lately, he had been so involved with his work that she was not getting the attention she needed. Nor the fucking that she craved.

Angelica quickly opened the studio door and leaned inside.

"Brother Brad," she whispered to the cameraman nearest to her. "Are you about finished for the night?"

The older man behind the podium snapped his head up as he heard his wife's voice.

"I'll be home when we we're finished, Angelica! You know that the Lord's work takes time. You shouldn't be setting such a bad example. You don't see anyone else's husband or wife coming over here and disturbing the taping, do you?"

"I-I was just hoping, uh, that you might come back with me. You must be getting tired, Robert."

"Go home!" he shouted. "I'll be there when I'm done. Not before. A preacher's wife has her place, and that's waiting at home for her man to return!"

Stung by the public shaming, Angelica sobbed as she let the door close behind her. She walked out, her mind in a state of confusion.

Lately, she had felt strange things inside her body. Dirty things. Lust-filled things. The explanation was easy. She was horny. Robert had said that her feelings were tests from the Devil, trying to keep him from his work. To prove that he was righteous, he was working even harder.

Before her wedding, her mother had talked to Angelica about her duties to her husband. Coming from a strict, religious family, she had listened to the advice. The big-titted preacher's wife was a virgin on her wedding day. Her mother had told her all about a man's needs, and how the young virgin should take care of her man.

Angelica's mother had said that all men, even evangelists, wanted only one thing from women, and it was the woman's duty to give it to her man – as often as he wanted.

That was the problem. He had wanted it a lot, at first.

But she had given in to the temptations and played with her soaking wet pussy to relieve her tensions. She knew that she was acting badly, but she didn't know what to do about the problem. Even masturbation wasn't taking the edge off the horny feelings rumbling through her body.

Before coming over tonight, the brunette had fingered herself for over twenty minutes. The naughty act only spurred on the juicy, wanton eagerness deep inside her belly. She needed her husband. She needed to be fucked. She needed it bad.

Walking out of the studio, Angelica was crying softly in the light rain that had started coming down. She wasn't paying attention to what she was doing. Wandering aimlessly, she saw figures coming out from the revival tent near the satellite disk, but she couldn't stop in time to keep from running into them.

Angelica had strict orders from her husband not to talk to outsiders. Never. Now, she found herself bumping into two of the workers.

"I'm sorry," she stammered.

"Hello there, honey," said the taller man as he caught Angelica and stopped her from falling.

"Excuse me, Brother," she answered, feeling his strong arms holding her upright.

"He's not your brother," snickered the other construction man as he saw what had just fallen into his buddy's hands. "I'd like to be, though. If I was, I'd sure be in favor of incest."

The two men laughed.

Suddenly, Angelica figured out what he had meant. She blushed, her chest and neck turning as red as her face.

"What's the matter, beautiful?" asked the first man. "Are you okay?"

The stranger hadn't taken his hands off her upper arms. She had fallen into him, and her big soft tits were still touching his shirt as he looked deeply into her eyes. She felt a shudder. Not the shudder she expected from fear of being seen around these sinners, but a sensation very similar to when she played with her slippery pussy when she brought herself to orgasm.

Glancing down at the young woman in his arms, the construction man felt the shiver pass through her body. She almost fell again. The lips of those big firm tits he had felt a few seconds ago as he caught her were now growing hard.

"Look," he said, winking to his friend. "Why don't you come in out of the rain? You look like you could use someone to talk to. Come on. Don't be afraid."

Angelica knew that she had been ordered to stay away from these men. By her husband. But she let the good-looking stranger lead her into the trailer that they were using for an office. Right now, she needed to defy Robert.

"We had to stay late to close up," the first man was saying, his voice sounding as if he was a caring person. "Is there something we can do for you? You look like you're having a bad night."

His name was Earl. His friend was Victor. Earl was younger, and he was built like the guys she had seen when she peeked at a calendar of male models. Angelica couldn't help peeking at him.

Victor was much more coarse-looking. He was acting as coarse as he looked.

Angelica told them that she was a member of the church, but she didn't tell them that she was the preacher's wife. Something told her to keep that a secret.

"I shouldn't be in here with you," she said in a small voice as she hung her head. "My husband says that you people are bad, and that we shouldn't talk to you."

"Yeah," Earl said. "But you are. Where's your man? Why aren't you talking to him about this?"

"He's busy."

"Let us help you," Earl said gently.

"I know something I'd like to help her with," Victor hissed as he looked down at Angelica's huge tits.

"That's disgusting!" she answered. "That's why we don't associate with outsiders. You are of the flesh. Sinners!"

"And you're different?" Earl exclaimed. "I felt you when we touched. Look at your tits, honey. You're hot. Those are hard nipples. I could feel them when I held you close a minute ago. You're just as much a sinner as we are. You think about doing it, too. Even with bad people like us."

"No!"

Even as she denied what he was saying, Angelica knew that it was the truth. Her sensitive nipples were all crinkled up under her dress and bra. Earlier, she had waited in bed for her man. She had cupped the pair of full, firm tit mounds, her fingers rolling and twisting her nipples. It had felt so good. Right now, the erect buds were aching for the feel of a man's hands. She knew it. So did the man staring into her eyes.

"Let's see," Victor said, moving around behind her and getting his arms hooked in Angelica's elbows to hold her in place. "If she thinks we're so fuckin' bad, we might as well get something out of it. Like a look at what she's got under that dress. Let's see 'em, Earl."

"No!" she gasped. "Please! No!"

"Why not?" Earl said.