Holy Fellowship, Dirty Secrets (L)

The fellowship supper at the church was a roaring success, a genuine blessing filled with good food, good friends, and lively gospel music. Everyone from my family was there – Ben, Randy, Kristie, Alicia, Kevin, and myself. The afternoon stretched out, a comfortable haze of fellowship and laughter before the inevitable cleanup. Ben and I left in his truck, while Kristie and Randy ambled off for ice cream.

“You scoot over here next to me,” Ben said, starting the engine, his voice low and laced with anticipation.

“Sure!” I replied, moving to the middle of the seat beside him, my hand instinctively reaching out to pat his thigh. A quick, insistent kiss followed, a familiar comfort in the fading light.

“I love you, baby,” I murmured, the words a warm balm against the day's heat.

“I love you too, baby!” he responded, pulling me closer, his arm wrapping around my waist. The scent of his cologne mingled with the lingering scent of church candles and fried chicken.

We were almost home when he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Touch me, baby,” he whispered, his hand sliding across my thigh, resting on his crotch, the bulge beneath his pants leg a blatant invitation. A slow, deliberate squeeze from my fingers sent a shiver down my spine. I smiled, a silent acknowledgment of the potent desire building between us.

Pulling into the driveway, Ben turned off the engine and leaned in, his kiss a demanding claim. “Wanna have some fun tonight, baby?” he murmured, his voice thick with suggestion.

“Sure!” I replied, answering the unspoken question with another quick, passionate kiss. Just as Kristie and Randy pulled up, driven by the siren song of ice cream, we were already lost in the moment. They were both happily shoveling scoops into their mouths, oblivious to the simmering heat between us. Ben unlocked the front door, and we all stepped inside.

“Mom, can I spend the night at Kristie’s?” Randy asked, licking a melting cone.

I pondered for a moment, weighing the possibilities. “I don’t care if Kristie doesn’t mind. But you still have to ask your dad!”

“I don’t mind! But you mind your sister, bud!” Ben said, turning to Randy and fixing him a glass of tea. The gesture was both playful and reassuring.

“It’s fine with me, Mom. I was the one who asked him. A bunch of us are getting together tonight for a scary movie marathon. I know how he loves those things!” Kristie chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Well, okay. Go get some clothes,” I said, pulling out my earrings and dropping them onto the table. “Oh, and get some underwear! I’m sure your sister doesn’t want you running around naked in her apartment!” I exclaimed, a playful warning in my voice.

“Yes ma’am!” Randy replied, already halfway out the door.

“Well, I’m gonna go take my shower and go to bed!” Ben announced, hugging Kristie and Randy close. “Love you two! Behave yourselves!” He then disappeared into our bedroom, leaving us alone.

“Night daddy! I love you too!” Kristie called out, her voice full of affection.

“Well, you ready, Randy?” Kristie asked, picking up her purse.

“Ok, you two be careful! Love you!” I said, giving them both a final hug and a lingering kiss before they exited the door.

I shut the door behind them, locking it securely. The silence that followed was both comforting and charged with anticipation. I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge, poured myself a small glass, and dimmed the lights. As I made my way to the bedroom, I could hear Ben just getting out of the shower, the lingering scent of his body wash filling the air.

He had that characteristic grin on his face, watching me undress, his eyes drinking in every inch of my body. My gaze drifted down to his crotch, the long, meaty shaft hanging over his balls, a silent testament to the pleasure he was about to deliver. I knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Once I was fully naked, I moved closer, my hand reaching out to gently cup his member.

“You’ve been looking good all day,” I whispered, tracing the outline of his hard cock with my fingertips. He grunted in response, his muscles tensing with anticipation. I leaned in, my lips meeting his in a passionate kiss, the taste of arousal mingling with the scent of his skin.

“I’m gonna fuck your balls off,” I murmured, my voice husky with desire, my fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of his foreskin. The pressure intensified, sending shivers down my spine as he let out a low moan. I eased into the tub, the hot water instantly easing the tension in my muscles. As I soaked, letting the warmth seep into my bones, I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure building within me. The scent of lavender filled the air, soothing and sensual.

After about fifteen minutes of blissful relaxation, I drained the water and stepped out, wrapping myself in a plush towel. Brushing my hair and teeth, and dabbing a touch of perfume onto my skin, I moved towards the bedroom, the anticipation growing with each step. Ben was already in bed, his member partially erect, a silent invitation to pleasure. He caught my eye and grinned, a look of pure excitement on his face.

“Well, it’s about time! I was about ready to just jerk off,” he laughed, his voice filled with anticipation.

I walked to the bed and crawled in next to him, my body seeking the warmth of his presence. “Well, would that have been such a bad thing? It would have been so hot to walk in and see you stroking your cock!” I replied, my voice laced with playful provocation. Then, I took his cock in my hand and began to massage it, my fingers tracing the ridges and valleys of his shaft, building the tension slowly, deliberately.

“Let’s do that tonight!” I said, my voice a breathless whisper, as I continued my ministrations, drawing out the pleasure with each stroke. He groaned in response, his body arching against mine.

“Hold out your hand!” I said, then squeezed a generous dollop of lubricant into his right palm, the slickness a promise of what was to come. Watching him take his member into his hand and spread the lubricant across its surface, I felt a surge of excitement.

“When was the last time you jacked off?” I asked, my voice playful, as I watched him begin his solo session.

“I don’t know, a couple days ago I guess,” he replied, lost in his own pleasure.

“Should have figured! Guess all guys beat off in the shower. My pussy is so wet, baby!” I exclaimed, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I continued my own solo pleasure, my fingers exploring my clitoris, seeking the ultimate release.

“When did you do it last?” Ben asked, establishing a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hands expertly stroking his member.

“Yesterday afternoon on the sofa,” I said, answering the question with a moan of pleasure. “Oh, it feels good, baby!”

“You look so sexy when you’re horny!” Ben exclaimed, increasing the speed of his strokes, drawing me deeper into the moment.

“YOU MAKE ME HORNY, BABY! I THINK ABOUT YOU AND YOUR BIG DICK ALL THE TIME! YES, BABY, DO IT! STROKE YOUR BIG FAT DICK FOR ME! DO IT! BEAT YOUR MEAT FOR ME, BABY!” I panted, my breathing becoming heavy as my hand flew over my clitoris, seeking the peak of sensation.

“GINA! BABY, I’M GONNA CUMMMMMM!” Ben groaned, his body writhing in response to the escalating pleasure.

“OOOOH! OOOOH, BABY! I’M GONNA CUM TOO! AHHHHH! OHHHHH!” I squealed, my body spasming from the intense sensations, my muscles contracting rhythmically as I reached the brink.

We kissed, then lay side by side, holding hands, basking in the warmth of our shared pleasure. Ben, my love, I love you so much! Words cannot describe it well enough. Let’s “have fun” again real soon. Your loving wife, Gina.

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