Chapter 2

Yes, in case you're wondering, I was able to get hard again while washing my plump, cheating wife Lisa under the hot water jets of the shower, my hands caressing her soft, pampered flesh as I did so. I found my hands wandering all over her skin, just as hers did on mine. She went out of her way to arouse me, too. She knew the nature of her charms where I was concerned: her curves, her ass, her hips, and her fine breasts. I caught her biting her bottom lip when I started fingering her freshly cleaned holes ... both of them. Lisa only bit her lower lip whenever she was in a state of rather intense pleasure or pain.

Right then, I think that Lisa would have sold her soul for an orgasm. Getting fisted, which was what happened instead when I was good and ready, was more than good enough for her. My right hand went deeper, to the knuckles, inside her sweet, succulent pussy, while three fingers of my left hand probed her pale, but sexy ass. My wife gave out a loud, guttural cry as I rammed her holes with my hands. Then I washed my hands clean again and I led her out of the shower to dry off.

After that, I took Lisa by the hand to the kitchen and spread her thighs to slip my cock into her rather wet and ready cunt from behind over the counters. I started pulling her long, brown hair as I reamed her slit rather forcefully. The sight and feeling of my good lady wife bent over like the kinky slut that she turned out to be was more than enough to keep me hard and vigorous with my strokes, but I had to fight not to cum too fast. Thankfully, of course, having cum already that night aided in that cause.

"Cum in me, baby, please ... I'm cumming now and I want to cum with you!" Lisa begged me and I granted her wish, letting loose my seed within her.

Lisa grabbed my face and planted a fiery kiss on my lips, adding her tongue rather quickly, too. Her eyes ached with need, with want ... with passion ... desire. There was no doubt now that, despite our mutual infidelities, she and I were still madly in love. Her face registered an evident wish to prove to me that she still cared about me, still craved me ... still ached for my body as well as my heart, mind, and soul.

"We should probably clean that up and put some new sheets on the bed, honey," I reminded her of our normal practice after sex.

"Oh, please, not this time. I want to keep your cum in my pussy. Maybe you can take a photo of it and I can send it to Jonathan. No, scratch that ... I like the idea of you catching us in the act ... me with Jonathan, together. Catching us and seeing what happens after that. Something about the holy terror that you would seem to the guy ... well, I'm aware that you and he don't get along the same way that he and I do. I like him, but if I ever had to choose, I would choose you over him every day of the week and twice on Sunday ... and tomorrow is Sunday, isn't it?" Lisa giggled as she recalled the fact.

"You want me to catch you in bed with the good reverend, eh? I think that can be arranged ... and what then? Blackmail him? Wouldn't we be as bad as James?" I observed.

"Blackmail per se isn't necessary. Jonathan would naturally fear the worst and offer any terms that we like to keep the secret from getting out. Remember, he has a lot more to lose than either of us. Even the possibility of exposure would be horrifying to him. He has shown more than once that he is paranoid, both about being caught by the missus and about being revealed to my father as an adulterer. The funny thing is that Jonathan might be a hypocrite and a sinner, but he really does believe in the Bible and all that stuff. The fundamentals of the faith.