Chapter 7: Enjoying the Reverend’s Naughty Wife

Note: This story was commissioned by n1one!

Derrick Carpenter

“Mr. Carpenter’s about to show up for a meeting with you. You’re going to agree to everything he says.”

That was the comment that “Chaz” typed on the official Instagram Post for Hot Adult Times Videos owned by a Mr. Greg Rosenburg. Of course, I was Chaz. My alter-ego on Instagram controlled people. Not my normal profile. That one didn’t work. I had done a few ... discrete experiments.

It was just Chaz that was special, and I had no idea why. But I was beyond caring. I just enjoyed the power that it gave me. The ability to right wrongs and punish the wicked. And to fuck my four daughters with my wife’s consent.

I climbed out of my car. I was at the small warehouse that housed Hot Adult Times Videos. It was a large lot that rented commercial spaces to many different businesses. There was a wine-making business, custom glassware, and porn all by each other.

I strode to the door, dressed in business casual. Khakis and a polo. I had my leather-bound briefcase in my left hand. It was a nice day. I opened the door to Hot Adult Time Videos, eager to right another wrong. This was the studio that had lured my oldest daughter into porn and distributed her videos.

That had to stop.

Inside was a small reception area. It looked like any other office, but the walls were covered in beautiful, naked women in various smiling poses. Often, there was a greasy, short man with hairy arms holding them to him, a lecherous grin on his face.

A mousy girl who didn’t look up to the porn standards, looked up from the computer. She was clicking on it, working, but her gaze drove to me. She had half her hair dyed purple and the other half orange for a garish combination that made me grimace.

“I’m here to see Mr. Rosenburg,” I said. “Tell him it’s Derrick Carpenter.”

“Sure, sure,” she said and typed something on her screen. A moment later, I heard a ding like from a chat. “Just go on in!” She thumbed to a door behind her desk.

I walked past her desk, noticing she was editing a porn movie. She was deciding on shots or something, her attention focused on it. Frozen on the screen was a still of a woman with big tits that were in the middle of heaving as she was fucked from behind.

I opened the door to Mr. Rosenburg’s office.

It had even more pictures of naked women in far more explicit poses. Bent over showing off their pussies, some even pulling apart their labia to show their pink depths. Others were women dripping in cum with smiles on their jizz-smeared lips. Often, there were two naked women kissing and groping each other. One was even of a blonde smiling as a Black woman went down on her.

“Mr. Carpenter,” the greasy man from the pictures outside said. He rose from behind his desk, wearing a white leisure suit with the sleeves rolled up. He had his shirt half-unbuttoned to show off his hairy chest draped in gold chains. “So glad that you could make it. Like my collection. All my favorite girls that came in here.”

He pointed to one woman dripping in cum and smiling.

“Daphne Delicious,” he said. “Mmm, that’s my jizz on her. She made a fortune on barely legal stuff. Now she’s aged up to the MILF stuff. She’s been having a blast. Got a few good years left in her, and the tit job she’s got now. Damn, I love sliding my cock through it.”

“I’m here to discuss my daughter, Ann-Katherine Carpenter,” I said. “She stared in a few of your ... movies.”

“Oh, yes, just love new fresh faces,” he said. “She looked so adorable the first time she took a load on her...” The creep trailed off. “Well, what do you want to talk about your daughter? I thought this was a business meeting. That you were looking to invest?”

“Oh, I am,” I said. “But first, you’re going to remove all her videos from the internet and stop selling any DVDs or Blu-rays or whatever that have any of her scenes in them. File any DMCA claims you need to get her stuff taken off pirate sites or get me the owners’ Social Media info, and I’ll get them to take it down.”

“Of course,” he said, nodding. “That’s more than reasonable. I have a daughter. I wouldn’t want her pussy dripping in cum all across the internet.” He typed something on his computer. “Okay, I got Chase on it. They’re my assistant.”

“The girl out there?” I asked.

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t call her a girl. She’ll flip out. She’s ‘non-binary’ though she looks like a chick and uses the lady’s room. But I don’t need a lawsuit. She’s a good editor, though, so I put up with her nonsense.”

“Well, now for the business part,” I said. “I’m not here to invest but to buy it.” I opened up the briefcase and pulled out a group of papers. I tossed them on the desk. “Here is a contract to sell me the company. You’ll stay on as the operating manager for a salary of 100k a year. I know you’ll be happy to do it. You’ll work hard for me, right? Chaz said you would.”

“Absolutely,” he said. “I’m thrilled to sell you my company for...” He glanced down. “A dollar.” “Oh, right.” I pulled out my wallet. “Huh, only got a five. You have change?”

“Sure.”

I handed over a five, he gave me back four ones. We both signed on the dotted lines and initialed in a bunch of spots. My lawyer had all of it marked with these florescent sticky arrows. He was such a good guy. “Chaz” hooked him up with his daughter, so he made the contract up for me for free. I loved my powers.

“Okay,” said Mr. Rosenburg, “you are now the proud owner of Hot Adult Time Videos.”

“Thanks,” I said. “Now, I have a woman coming by this afternoon, a college professor, Margret Reyns. She’s very eager to star in gangbang videos. She’ll supply her own college students to fuck her, but we need this professionally produced. I think it’s going to be a real hit.”

“Sounds like it,” Rosenburg said. “I’ll get my crew in and we’ll get it filmed. I have some great sets backstage.”

I was in a good mood as I rose from the chair. I still earned a salary at a job I know longer did any work for, and now I would have another source of passive income. Making porn. It was the perfect place to funnel naughty women.

I had an itch in my cock as I left the office. Maybe I would fuck Janet Kitchens, the neighborhood’s free-use slut. I was looking forward for her husband’s remarriage to his sister. I wondered if they would bring Janet to the reception so their guests could have some free pussy to enjoy.

After all, a good wedding had free drinks and entertainment.

Karin Carpenter

I was so relieved that all the porn videos of Ann-Katherine had been taken down. They weren’t up on PornHub nor where the DVDs and Blu-rays for sale anywhere on the internet. It was strange knowing that we owned a porn company.

It was Sunday, and that meant our weekly visit to church. The girls all found excuses to get out of it. Ann had to study, the twins weren’t feeling well, and Bell just sucked her daddy’s cock until he let her skip it.

The youngest really knew how to manipulate my husband.

It was so delicious coming to church with a man as powerful as my husband. He could expose all the hypocrisy in the world. Like he had with Janet Kitchens. Exposed her for the cheating slut that she was. I knew a few other “good” women that had stepped out on their husbands.

Or I had suspected they had.

I wore a cute, white dress with pink flowers on it that fit me snugly in the waist. It had a modest neckline, of course. This was church, but it also did fit tightly to show off the big boobs my husband had given me. I loved my fake tits. He was such a good man.

As we headed in, Talia Reynolds, the preacher’s wife, smiled at us. “Oh, it’s good to see you.”

“Sorry we missed a few,” I said. “Life.”

“And your girls?” asked Talia as I hugged her.

“Oh, you know, they’re all budding adults now,” I said as I broke the hug with her. “Spreading their wings and into trying to be all independent.”

She giggled. “Mmm, I know.” She glanced at my husband. “How’re things going at your job, Derrick?”

His eyes fell on her in her pastel-blue dress. My husband smiled a bit. Talia had lovely, red hair and a nice set of natural tits. Her dress was as modest as mine and yet fit as tightly in the bust. Her skirt fell to her ankles covered in white nylons that went well with her white heels.

“Working from home,” he said, his eyes definitely drinking in her. Did he fancy her? Was he thinking about using Chaz to have his way with her? Or would he chicken out?

A rush of heat washed through me.

“Oh, is he underfoot all day?” Talia asked. “My husband can be like that. He works in his home office, but he often putters out of his office looking for snacks.”

“Oh, it’s nice having him around,” I said. “Mmm, his noon breaks make my afternoons such a delight.”

Talia smiled. “I see, I see. Mmm, nooners can be nice.”

I nodded to her as my husband led us up. “Do you want to fuck her?” My husband shot me a shocked look. “What? I mean ... Is this a trap?”

“It’s okay if you want to fuck her,” I purred. “She’s a gorgeous MILF. That red hair of hers is very sexy. She’s got lips that just were meant for sucking on certain things.”

“Jes ... ez, she’s the preacher’s wife. She’s a married woman. A good wife. I’m not going to use Chaz to mess with her like that. Chaz is there to correct problems and punish the wicked.”

“Is she a good and faithful wife?” I casually asked.

My husband snapped a sharp gaze at me, his brow tightening. “What do you know?”

I shrugged, a mysterious smile gracing my lips. I loved the confusion on his. He glanced back at Talia then at me. I hummed, wondering how this would play out. My husband had such a delicious power with Chaz. It deserved to be used.

Was I turning into a complete pervert? Was it so wrong if I was?

Derrick Carpenter

I sank down into the pew, my wife beside me, my mind racing. Karin wasn’t telling me. I could just comment with Chaz to get her to open up, but I really didn’t like using Chaz on my wife and daughter. I had messed with them enough.

I had made them into the perfect family. A perverted one, but I hadn’t meant to go that far. I was just weak. But there was always another way to check. It hit me as I sweated on the pew beside my wife during the opening prayer.

Reverend Reynolds was up there, wearing his black suit with his starched collar. A man of the cloth. He was a good man, and I would hate to think that his wife had ... cheated on him. I swallowed, my heart beating fast.

I found Talia’s Instagram account. She had a post about the flowers she had arranged for the church. “It gives me such joy to brighten up my husband’s church.”

I swallowed. Nothing would happen. Karin was just fucking with me. I started typing Chaz’s comment on the post. “If you’ve ever cheated on your husband, stand, take off your panties, and give them to Derrick Carpenter. Do whatever he wants to you if you have cheated because women who betray their husbands always have to listen to Derrick Carpenter. It’s okay to fuck him or anyone he wants you to fuck. No one will judge you.”

I tapped the post button.

Immediately, a woman I didn’t know commented beneath mine, “Amen, Chaz. You’re a good man spreading such good truths.”

Those sorts of replies were very common whenever Chaz posted. Everyone agreed with him, often calling him Good Guy Chaz. I looked up to see Talia standing. My jaw dropped as she slid up her pastel-blue skirt.

“No way,” I whispered.

My wife looked up. “Hmm?” She glanced at Talia. “Oh, my, what is she doing? Is she pulling off her panties? My, my, she’s cheated on the reverend before. That’s just awful.”

“When?” I demanded as I watched Talia reach beneath her skirt and start to work down her panties. She must be wearing thigh-highs if she was able to get those off without taking off her stockings.

“She slipped up a few years ago,” said Karin. “When she and her husband were having problems. She was vulnerable and an old boyfriend reached out to her. She regretted it at once.”

I swallowed and stared at my wife. Our marriage wasn’t perfect. None was. There were hard days. Had my wife ever ... My stomach squirmed just thinking that. I didn’t want to know. I realized that right away. I did not want to know if my wife had ... Nope. Not at all. There were things I didn’t want to know. Karin wouldn’t cheat on me. She was a good wife. She wouldn’t make that mistake.

Talia moved down the aisle to our row. My cock was so hard as she handed me her white panties. I squeezed down on them, my cock so hard. My wife pulled out her phone and sent a quick message. I wondered what that was about.

She closed her phone and winked at me.z

“Do you ... want me to do something?” Talia asked.

“Okay, what a blessed day it is,” her husband said as he finished

the opening prayer. “I’m so glad you’re all her today. We’re gonna have some fine music from our band.”

“Does your husband know you cheated on him?” I asked Talia, gripping her panties.

She swallowed and nodded.

“He’ll know again,” I said. I couldn’t believe the preacher’s wife had cheated on him. Karin had this smug look on her face. She enjoyed that I learned this about the reverend’s wife. Karin was no doubt as offended as I felt.

That she shouldn’t have made this mistake, but she did. I felt any restraint lapse. I had satisfied my conscious, my dick so hard. She was a beautiful woman. Everyone should see how great her body looked.

“Strip,” I ordered her.

Her cheeks blushed as she nodded. She straightened as the band began playing a hymn, the electric guitar strumming and the tambourine shaking. Talia turned around so my wife could unzip the back of her dress. My wife drew it down, revealing creamy skin and a white band.

The preacher’s wife was my little toy to enjoy. I wouldn’t make her into a free-use whore like Janet Kitchens. Talia had confessed and regretted it. She wasn’t in the midst of her tawdry affair while claiming to be perfect.

That would be the line I drew.

She pulled off her dress, drawing notice. Her husband looked back at her, but no one stopped her. Good Guy Chaz’s work. They all understood what it meant. The knew she had cheated on her husband, though if my wife knew it probably was an open secret amid all the wives.

The dress dropped off Talia’s body, exposing her supple back curving down to her naked ass. Her fiery bush peeked out between her thighs. She was in great shape. Reverend Reynolds preached that Christians should take care of their bodies. Stay fit.

It was a holy temple, after all.

Talia turned around as she undid her bra. She slipped that off and exposed her big breast. They were soft and all natural. They swayed back and forth. I smiled at the sight of them. A knew delight for me to play with.

My wife had such a wicked smile on her lips. She was so into this. Was it the power? Or had I turned her into a bisexual slut that craved sharing women with me? I didn’t know, but I also didn’t care. Talia was delicious. Fat nipples made to suckle on, plump lips I wanted wrapped around my cock.

I cupped her breasts and pulled her down, bringing a nipple to my mouth. She braced herself on my shoulders as she bent over, her ass thrusting out over the next pew. I suckled on her nipple as the hymnal played.

This was power. No one had this but me. If I wanted to, the things I could do. My dick throbbed with ideas while I loved that nipple in my mouth. I squeezed those lush mounds. I kneaded them, enjoying how they felt in my hands.

“Derrick,” the reverend’s wife moaned just loud enough for me to hear over the music.

“Mmm, you like that, cheating slut?” my wife asked.

Thalia nodded.

God, this was perfect. I kneaded her tits. They felt delicious. Just wonderful. I was so glad to play with them like this. I kneaded them, enjoying having them filling up my hands. I squeezed them, reveling in this hot delight. I was so hard. My dick ach

ed. I needed more than just playing with her nipples. I needed her to satiate me. Right here, right now. I popped my mouth off her nipple and grinned up at her. She stared down at me, her eyes expectant.

“Blow me,” I growled.

“Mmm, okay, Derrick,” she said and sank to her knees. She knelt before me, her big boobs swaying back and forth. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. A look of shock rippled across her face. She glanced at my wife.

“Yep.” My wife had a big grin.

So I was bigger than the reverend, huh? Nice. I would be reaming his wife out soon.

Mrs. Talia Reynolds opened her mouth wide. I groaned as the reverend’s wife’s hot lips slid over the crown of my cock and sealed around my dick. She gripped me with that hot mouth off her. I groaned as she nursed on me. She suckled with such passion. I shuddered, my face twisting in delight at how great she felt.

Her tongue stroked around my dick. I loved how she suckled on me. I groaned, my face twisting with delight. She moaned around my cock, her red hair swaying. The band finished their first song while I savored getting blown by the reverend’s wife.

She cuckolded him in the middle of the church thanks to this Instagram profile. My dick throbbed in her mouth as I glanced to the reverend. He was sitting up front, enjoying the music while I enjoyed his wife’s mouth. She swirled her tongue around my dick.

It was a fabulous moment. She was making church into a such an exciting place. I loved how hard she suckled on me. I savored the way she suckled on me with that hot mouth of hers. I groaned, the pressure building and building in my nuts. I would have such a huge eruption of cum.

Just pump her mouth full of all my spunk. It would be amazing. I groaned, savoring the strength of her passion. She created such powerful suction as she worked to make me erupt. I loved every last second of it.

This was a treat.

A real delight to enjoy.

I smiled as she kept loving me. She suckled with all her might on me. That was such a passionate moment. I groaned, savoring the heat of her mouth. The passion of her suckling. She drove me wild. It was spectacular to have her blowing me.

“Damn,” I groaned.

“No swearing in church,” my wife said. “No matter how amazing the reverend’s wife is at sucking your big dick.”

“Amazing,” I groaned as Talia bobbed her head. She suckled hard on me. My hand slid through her red hair as I enjoyed this wonderful delight. “Damn.”

I didn’t care if I swore in church. Not with that hot mouth suckling on me. It was the perfect moment to enjoy. It was just a fantastic rush. I loved every last second of this hot mouth sucking on my dick. The pressure rose and rose toward that big burst of pleasure.

I would have a mighty orgasm. Just shower her mouth full of my cum. I groaned as she brought me closer and closer to erupting with that naughty mouth off hers. I couldn’t hold much back. I was so ready to burst. Just so ready to explode and flood her mouth with all that cum. It would be a fantastic delight.

She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled so hard on me. She worked her mouth up and down me with such lust. I loved it. I loved every last second of it. I shuddered, hurtling toward that moment of erupting. That moment of climaxing.

“Goddamn,” I groaned. “Get ready!”

“Swallow every drop,” my wife said. “Such a naughty, naughty reverend’s wife!”