Chapter 22: Quelling Barbara's Suspicions

Sep 21 9 AM

John awakened with a marvelous feeling of contentment and a throbbing hardon. He snuggled closer to the warm body beside him and filled one hand with a large, firm tit-globe.

"Easy, lover... my breasts are tender," Cheryl murmured as she wriggled against his gentle touch. "I think they're bigger too ever since you made love to me. Hee hee... like when you pumped me you pumped them up."

Was there time for a quickie? He glanced at the clock by the bed and heard a sound outside. Was it a car door slamming? The cheating husband grabbed his robe from the floor and bounded up the two flights of stairs and dived under the covers of his bed. Damn! It was late. He'd have to fake sleep and pretend that he slept in. But Barbara might be really suspicious. He waited tensely for his wife to come to the bedroom.

Barbara had not had a good night. In spite of her belief in her husband's fidelity, as soon as she got to the parsonage she began to have second thoughts. She trusted her husband but she had no reason to trust her sister, and her sister had a body that attracted men like honey drew flies.

To add to her unease during the night she had wondered about the relationship between Reverend Gillis and the girl they were protecting. It was nothing that he had done. He had behaved in a perfectly proper manner but it was the way the girl Anita looked at him. She was obviously infatuated with the handsome preacher and her busty form must have also appealed to him. Barbara slept lightly, sitting up at every sound and checking the girl's bed every hour to be sure she hadn't sneaked into the minister's room. He was a good and honorable man but he had no wife or girlfriend that she knew of and he might be unbearably horny.

During the night her thoughts continued along that vein. Maybe Cheryl would like him? Perhaps they'd invite him to dinner and kill two birds with one stone. She might be able to reduce the temptation of both the minister and her husband.

Barbara was surprised that John's car was still in the driveway. He usually left for work before eight and it was almost nine. Immediately her mind was clouded by suspicion. Had he spent the night making out with her sister? She had a sinking sensation in her gut as she went into the house.

There was no sign of either her sister or her husband but she heard some strange sounds from the basement. She went downstairs and at the bottom of the stairs she realized that what she heard was from the bathroom. Then she recognized it as Cheryl throwing up.

Barbara hung her coat in the closet and then went up to the bedroom she shared with John. He was still in bed. He was lying on his back and she could see a prominent bulge in the covers over his groin. The ugly feeling she'd had melted away. He had a morning erection. He hadn't spent the night screwing her kid sister after all.

"Mmmm... Barb... you're home. What time is it?"

"It's time you were at work, lazybones," she replied as she sat on the edge of the bed beside him. "Why aren't you at work?"

"I spent half the night at the office," John lied, "so I slept in."

"I see some of you is awake," and the woman placed her hand meaningfully over the bulging bedclothes.

"C'mon baby... I have lots of time," and he pulled her down atop him. "Now it's time for you to come to bed... get undressed."

Barbara couldn't stop blushing as he began undressing her. She felt like a virgin again. Her relief that he hadn't cheated with Cheryl made her feel very special. Then, after he almost tore off her clothes he pushed back the covers to reveal his hairy chest and his proudly upthrust cock. The thick staff projected out from a dark, hairy nest and she could see below his swollen balls. His cockflesh was pink but she didn't realize that it's colour was due to the chafing tightness of her sister's cuntal and anal passages nor would it have dawned on her that his equipment was sensitized by his illicit encounter.

John ogled his wife as eagerly as she studied him, his eyes jumping back and forth between her huge, heavy creamy breasts and furry triangle of her mons. He took in her tall lush figure with undisguised delight.

"You're beautiful, Barbara," he said. "I'm a helluva lucky guy."

He drew her onto the bed again and his hands slipped over her warm silky tits, caressing and molding. He rubbed her light brown nipples with his thumbs, coaxing the little soft nubs into hard erection, sending little shivers of pleasure through her body.

Barbara sighed and ran her hands up and down his naked body and slipped her hand into his crotch and gently rubbed his rigid prick.

"I was afraid that you'd make out with my little sister," she said with a smile as she wrapped her fingers around his prick, "but I guess you saved it for me."

John quivered hornily at her words. His prick began to twitch under her hand as Barbara watched it hungrily. She felt a drop of juice dribbling out of the dark slit mouth, wetting her hand and she smeared it over his silky hard glans.

John sighed loudly. "Baby," he said hoarsely, "you are gonna get so well fucked this morning, you won't walk for a week."

I hope so, thought Barbara.

She snuggled down lower on the bed and stuck out her little pink tongue.

Mischievously, lightly, she began to lick the big purple head of John's cock. She did it partly because it turned her on, and partly because she wanted to delay. She'd never actually sucked it even though he'd sometimes almost begged her to. But this morning wasn't the time.

"Ohhh, baby," John said, "that's nice..." Thank God, he thought, that Cheryl washed me off.

She licked in feathery little wet strokes up and down the long hard stalk of his prick, tasting his light salty juice, enjoying the silky taut texture of his flesh. She ran her tongue lower, onto his hot swollen nuts, and tickled them with the wriggling tip of her tongue. Maybe after he did it right she could do this the way he wanted?

"Awwwwww, Christ," John said, moaning.

Barbara was glad to please him. She kept it up, bathing his cock and balls with her saliva, making John moan and sigh. Then she felt his hand sneaking between her legs.

He cupped and pressed the puffy curls of her mons, and then he worked a stiff finger inside the plump lips and touched the little red bump of her clitoris. Barbara flinched with sudden pleasure. She loved to be touched on her little joy button. John began to rub and tickle it with his fingertip, and hot pleasure melted her belly.