When I saw the flashing lights of the cop cruiser in my mirrors, I knew I was in trouble! As the wife of a conservative, Christian, pastor, I was prepared to do anything to avoid being arrested and set off a scandal in town, but I never thought being pulled over would change the course of my life and marriage, and unleash dark desires I tried to keep hidden.
A little over an hour later I staggered into my room at the hotel, dishevelled and reeking of sex, the lines of dried semen in my hair, and on my face, obvious. My husband, Pastor Derek Westley, was waiting, dressed in his pajamas, his face, red and contorted, he was so livid. “Where the fuck have you been and what have you been up to?” he screeched - as though my appearance did not make it obvious. I didn’t bother to answer. I punched him in the face with all the force I could muster, bloodying his nose, and sending him reeling backwards, so he fell on his back on the bed. Before he could do anything, I was on top of him, my spread knees on either side of his head, my sperm sodden cunt positioned over his mouth. He tried to speak, but I pressed my pussy over his mouth, using my weight to stop him twisting his head, and wriggling away. “There are going to be some changes in our marriage,” I said. I reached back, cupped his balls in his pajamas, and squeezed hard. He flinched, the gasp of pain that escaped his mouth, hot on my vagina. “If you can’t give me what I want, I’m going to get it somewhere else, like I did tonight.” I felt his muscles tense beneath me. “I was fucked by a real man tonight. Can you taste his seed? Superior seed.” I still had his balls cupped in my palm, and his cock pulsed in my hand. “Clean me,” I commanded. His dick once again stirred. It quickly grew hard. “I’m going to go out and get fucked by real men - and women - and you’re going to get the remnants.” He groaned, and thrust his hips, as I wrapped my fingers around his puny shaft. When his tongue tentatively penetrated my cunt, he spurted, spewing more semen than I’d ever seen him eject before. Hubby was right, I thought, smiling broadly. This weekend was just what we needed to fix our marriage!