Cassie Chanson sat at the kitchen table, sipped tea, and thought about her husband and her marriage. The day before had been her third wedding anniversary, but her husband had not mentioned it, had not acknowledged it. She sighed and a frown crossed her face. It's not as if he forgot it, she thought; it's as if he ignored it, as if it didn't mean anything to him.
Three years ... and he ... She sighed again. Of course, Michael had a lot on his mind, and he was a minister, and he naturally ... She wagged her head as she thought about her husband, and about the past few months.
Michael had gradually stopped showing any affection for her, or even any interest in her. He spent more and more time away from her, ministering to his "flock," visiting the sick, the infirm, the aged, preparing his sermons. And sex--forget about it. She gave out a sardonic little chuckle.
From the first day of their marriage, Michael had been squeamish, finicky, prudish when it came to sex. It almost seemed as if he looked upon sex as debasing, distasteful, a painful duty to perform. And gradually he had shown, he had made it clear, that he wasn't interested in sex.
When was the last time we did it? she asked herself. Two weeks ago? Again, she gave out a wry chuckle. And even then, it was ... She wagged her head as she thought about it. Michael had mounted her, had given her a dozen strokes, shot his load, and then had rolled off her. And that had been it.
Hammering sounds from the porch interrupted her thought. She walked to the kitchen screen door and looked out. Gerald Lamons was hard at work, repairing a section of the parsonage porch.
Cassie watched the carpenter for a moment, and she felt a tingle run over her and a warmth that was centered in her breasts and between her thighs. He wore a tank-top and cutoff jeans. He was husky and muscular, and his neck, arms and legs glowed with a light sheen of perspiration. She felt a fizzy tingling run up and down her body; her heart beat faster and her throat and lips were suddenly dry.
She opened the screen door and said, "About time for a break, isn't it? Would you like some iced tea?"
He looked up, smiled, and said, "You read my mind."
He entered the kitchen, wiping his brow. "I should have the porch done today, late this afternoon anyway."
"About how much do you think the total will be?" Cassie asked as she poured him a glass of tea.
"Not that much," he said. "It's mainly been a job of building on supports to the porch and the steps. I will have put in a total of about eight hours labor, and with the cost of materials, it should come to about two hundred dollars."
They sat at the kitchen table and sipped tea.
"Do you know who or what or how to bill it?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll give Mr. Chanson the final bill today, and the church itself will pay me."
"Hmm, well, the thing is, Mr. Chanson, he ... he probably won't be back till this evening. He's gone, left this morning. He's usually gone all day."
"Usually gone all day?" Gerald asked.
"Yeah. Most days he's gone--all day ... and sometimes part of the evening."
"No problem, with the bill. I can leave it with you."
"Would you like another glass of tea?" she asked.
He nodded. "Best tea I've had in quite a while. Hits the spot."
He watched her as she got up and went to the fridge, and he felt a stirring in his groin.
Cassie was in her early twenties, fair-skinned, with brownish-blonde hair and blue-green eyes. She was quite pretty and shapely. He felt his prick stiffening.
She was a looker, all right--and married to a preacher. What a waste.
He took a swig of iced tea and observed her more closely. She had a melancholy look on her face, and every once and a while he heard a distinct sigh come from her lips.
His cock grew stiff, rising and poking at his pants.
He drained his glass and stood. "Well, I'd better get back to work. Thanks for the tea. It did the trick."
Cassie looked at him and her gaze was drawn down to his crotch. His prick throbbed and poked at his jeans. His hard-on could clearly be seen. She gulped and a thumping feeling came from her tummy and ran up to her throat. She swallowed and ran the tip of her tongue across her inner lips. She suddenly realized she was so horny she couldn't stand it. Even her heart was thumping.
"Any time you want to--uh--you know, take a break and get a drink, the tea's in the fridge--just help yourself." Her voice came out rasping and husky.
He smiled and nodded. "Thanks." He went back outside.
Cassie went to the living room and lay down on the sofa. Her whole body was tingling, heart thudding, and her breasts and the little secret place between her thighs was so warm, almost hot.
She thought about her husband, her marriage, their sex life ... and Gerald. He was so husky and muscular; and his ... his "thing" between his legs was so--big and stiff.
Almost without thinking, she slowly moved her hands down her body and began softly caressing herself, stroking her tummy, her thighs. She brushed a hand up under her blouse and lightly touched a breast. A warm glowing feeling ran forth pervading her whole body. She began breathing unevenly, almost raggedly. She gulped and ran her hand over her breast, caressing the mound. She gasped at the feeling. She ran her hands all over her breasts, rubbing them. Oh, it felt so good.
She brushed a hand down, down to her thighs and to between her legs. She ran a palm over her pussy and gasped at the sensation. She stroked harder and a groan escaped her lips. She spread her thighs and began briskly stroking her cunt with one hand and with the other rubbing her breasts.
The feeling was heavenly. "Oh, ah," she breathed out hotly. "Oh, it feels so good," she murmured huskily.
Gerald worked for a little while, and then decided to get a drink. He entered the kitchen and went to the fridge, poured a glass of tea and swigged it. Then he heard sounds coming from the living room; groaning, moaning, ragged gasping sounds.
He walked to the living room and stopped short. There was Mrs. Chanson lying on the couch, gasping and panting, her eyes closed, legs spread, rubbing her breasts and stroking between her legs.
He walked to the sofa, swiping at his cock. Cassie opened her eyes and saw him standing over her. She looked agog at him as he took out his prick. It was big, stiff and throbbing. Without uttering a word, he mounted her, raked her panties down and off, and pushed forward. He grasped her buttocks and drove his hard cock into her pussy. He groaned and she gasped as he dug his dick up her cunt.
With one continuous stroke, he stuffed every inch of his long thick prick in her pussy. "Oh god--ohh, unh!" she cried as his huge cock slid up her quim. He was filling her up--filling her pussy up as it had never been filled before. Flaming stinging barbs stabbed up her channel, up her tummy, all the way to her swollen throbbing breasts.
He huffed as he jammed the final inch of his prick in her cunt. Her pussy was deliciously minty and snug; it gripped his rod like a vise.
He pulled back a few inches, clutched her rump, and then jabbed his entire dick forward. She reared up, cried out, and wrapped her arms and legs around him as his cockhead crammed into the core of her cunt.
Back and forth, up and down, he jammed his prick in her pussy, pumping his meat in her cunt.
"Fuck!" he called out to her. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
"Oh god--it's been so long! Ahh--unh--ahh!" she cried out in passionate pleasure, heaving her pelvis up, hunching her quim to meet his lusty thrusts.
He slammed it to her, screwing her hard and fast. His big hard dick pounded her cunt like a piston.
"Unh--ahh--oh god--oh sweet prick!" she gasped and panted and humped and bucked as he hammered his long thick cock in her hot juicy pussy. "Oh god, this is heaven! Oh, it's never been so good!" she cried. "Ahh--I never knew it could feel so good. Oh, you're so big, so strong and hard. You've filled me up."
He pulled at her blouse and raked her bra up and feasted on her breasts. He licked her nipples and sucked her titties and she gasped at the sensation of his wet tongue and lips licking and sucking on her tits.
He grunted and puffed and heaved his crotch up, grinding it against her cunny and rubbing and mashing his fat heavy balls on her ass. He shoved his entire prick up her pussy and let her have it. He pissed a hot stream of cum deep in her quim.
She strained her body up and grinded her pelvis forward. Her cunt gorged itself on his dick, sucking greedily on it, sucking his cum up into her core.
"Unhh--yeah!" he panted in lust as he pumped gob after gob of thick creamy juice deep in her pussy.
"Oh god--keep cuming!" she gasped. "Give me all you've got--fill me up with it!" Gerald did just that. He spurted her cunt full of semen.
They shared a delicious afterfuck. He slowly twirled his cock in her hot moist cunny and she swirled her quim in little circles around his prick.
"Oh god, so good," she murmured with pleasure. "Oh, it's been so long."
"How long has it been, honey?" he asked.
"About two weeks."
"You haven't been fucked in two weeks?"
"That's a crying shame, honey. Excuse me for saying this, but your husband is a fool. A young pretty woman like you needs a good hot fucking every day."
"God, I wouldn't know what to do if I got it every day."
It took Gerald longer than he had anticipated to finish his work on the parsonage porch. He stopped work twice and went into the house and fucked Cassie. When he finally finished for the day, he drove away, slowly stroking his sore prick. Damn, but she was starved for it, he thought. She just about wore my dick out.