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George just couldn’t go back to sleep after the annoying sex he had moments ago with his wife, Mitchell. He instead went to the living room, made a drink for himself and switched on the TV. Any husband would be upset to learn that his wife is in love with someone else. He was suspicious of her acts but never in his wildest of dreams he had thought that situation could be this much worse.
His annoyance crossed the threshold when he saw the man responsible for everything on one of the channels. He switched multiple channels but still couldn’t escape Adam Smith’s flawless face and charming smile, that’s exactly how his wife would describe him. It was his birthday and the same being featured on every channel. George made another drink for himself.
The bastard had kissed Mitchell more often than her own husband. She would even strip off her clothes to feast his eyes with her curves in George’s absence. Although George had known all this he would stay quiet for he wanted his wife herself to confess everything about her lover, but that never happened.
“Adam turns forty tonight”, she had said which immediately pissed off her husband. He felt as if Smith’s birthday pleased his wife even more than sex and thus had walked out of the bedroom. Adam Smith’s smile appeared to mock George from within the TV. He had lost his head as he grabbed the knife from the fruit basket placed on the dining table.
Had Adam been there in front of him, George would have slaughtered him on his birthday. But since it was his wife who seemed more excited about everything, she deserved the lesson to be taught first. After all she had chosen her lover over her husband. He got up from his chair and walked towards his bedroom.
His wife lay naked in the blanket on the bed. He sneaked towards her side of the bed with the knife in his hand. There was just enough light for him to see her face. He wondered whether he should do it and thought hard to find any reason which would prevent the same. He couldn’t find one.
He then cautiously started to scratch the knife on the wall beside her wife. Its sound, however, woke up Mitchell.
“Honey, what are you doing?” she said as she switched on the lamp.
“And how would peeling Adam Smith’s picture off the wall save our marriage?”
“At least you would be spared from sharing your lips with this bloody picture”
“George, are you jealous of this picture?” Mitchell smiled.
“I am just jealous of the ba**ard who has turned my wife into a fanatic, else why would she utter his name while having sex with her husband” he said.
“Honey, I must have mentioned it casually.”
“Then it certainly wasn’t the right time for you to be casual” he said.
“Why don’t we just forget everything and start from where we had left” she said as she took hold of his hand.
“You know what I mean George, don’t you?” she kicked off the blanket with her feet to flaunt her curves, this time however for her husband.
George threw away the knife and jumped into the bed as Mitchell’s lover survived on the wall yet again for another day.
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Aren't there gradations of evil? Is evil a great perilous gulf into which one falls with the first sin, plummeting to the depth?



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Feature Title: The Preacher’s Wife
Jack Strong fidgeted in his seat waiting for the movie to start. He hated this part… sitting alone in a porn theater, self-consciously thinking that everyone was staring at him. Of course the few others spread out in the dimly lit room were feeling the same way. But this was an ordinary event for Jack. As a traveling salesman, Jack was on one of his usual business trips to the big city. The 100 mile drive was a pain, but it did have some advantages. There were no porn theaters in his small, conservative town. So, when Jack went to the big city, he either tried to pick up women at bars or he visited the triple-X movie theaters.
The 45 year old divorced salesman sat low in his seat. He tried not to look at the others, but he occasionally felt compelled to.
“Why won’t the movie begin already?” he mumbled to himself.
Just then a figure caught his eye — a woman walking down the aisle. That in itself was strange, but this particular woman looked so out of place. The woman couldn’t see more than shadows since she just entered the darkness from the bright light outside, but Jack’s eyes had already adjusted. She was young, no more than mid-twenties, and very homely looking. It wasn’t that she was not pretty, but her blonde hair was tied up in an old woman’s bun and her frumpy, plain dress had no shape, coming well below her knees. All the buttons that ran up the front of the dress were fastened… all of them… from the hem to the neck. Jack watched as the woman awkwardly walked crablike in the row she selected until settling into the last seat — the one against the far wall. She sat and slouched down, never looking around, evidently trying to be inconspicuous and blend in with the furniture.
The movie started, capturing Jack’s attention. He watched the plot-less fucking and sucking, but kept glancing at the woman who he studied. Her eyes never left the big screen. All of a sudden he didn’t care about being anonymous and got up, walked from his center seat to the aisle, and then down the aisle to the row the woman was sitting in. He took a deep breath to get his courage and made his way down the row, plopping down in the seat next to the woman.
The woman quickly turned her head with a startled look on her face. Actually, it was filled with panic and fear as well. She abruptly stood up and tried to maneuver past Jack’s knees to make her escape.
“What’s your hurry, Mrs. Calligan?” Jack whispered.
“Please let me by. Please, I have to….” the woman began, but then froze. “H-How do y-you know my n-name?” she stuttered.
“You’re the preacher’s wife,” Jack stated matter-of-factly.
“Sit down, people are staring,” Jack said. The woman’s eyes darted through the mostly empty theater and quickly sat down. “That’s better,” Jack whispered. “Now tell me, what’s a preacher’s wife doing here?”
Jack watched the young woman’s pained face as she tried to fabricate an explanation. But she wasn’t accustomed to lying and couldn’t come up with an excuse. She had been caught red-handed.
“Never mind, let’s just watch the movie,” Jack finally said.
The woman turned back to the big screen, almost relieved that she didn’t have to answer. Jack watched the movie, but often turned to look at the woman intently staring at the action. She was lovely and the light coming from the movie illuminated her flushed cheeks. Before too long, the woman was breathing hard and letting out little sighs now and again. Jack’s gaze returned to the film and saw the actress fondling a cock.
Without taking his eyes off the screen, Jack leaned over and whispered in the woman’s ear, “Do you like that?”
“Uh huh,” she answered almost absentmindedly.
While the preacher’s wife was engrossed in the action on the screen, Jack quietly unzipped his pants and fished his cock out. He grabbed the woman’s hand and guided it to his dick. Her small fingers automatically wrapped around his meat and squeezed. Then she realized what had happened and pulled her hand away as if it had touched a red hot coal.
“Go on, I won’t tell anyone,” Jack coaxed her.
“No, please, I can’t,” she said, trying desperately to look away from the stranger’s cock protruding obscenely from his pants, but her eyes were drawn to it.
Not counting the cocks in the porn movies she occasionally went to, it was the first dick she had ever seen other than her husband’s. And she rarely saw his. The preacher was very strict about sex. To him, sex served two purposes. First, to make babies and, second, to relieve the desires implanted in man by Satan to tempt him to sin. The woman’s role was simply to be a non-responsive receptacle. Therefore, sex in the preacher’s home was infrequent and done in shame, always under the covers in the missionary position. The preacher would say, “Satan’s calling,” giving his wife the signal to slip her knickers off under the covers and lift her flannel nightgown to her waist. He’d then get under the covers, between his wife’s obediently spread legs, pull the cock the Devil made hard through the slit in his boxers, and unceremoniously stick it into his wife’s dry pussy. No foreplay… no loving… just a few in and out strokes until he came. Then he’d replace his now soft dick back into his boxers and go to sleep. It was infrequent that the young wife accidently saw her husband’s penis.
But now there was a real cock within reach. She glanced at the actress on the screen playing with the cock and wanted to do it too. Her temptation won out and her hand returned to Jack’s lap, grasping his organ. She made the same sigh Jack had heard while she had watched the action on the screen.
Jack watched the dainty hand slowly move up and down his hardening cock. He couldn’t believe the preacher’s wife was sitting next to him in a dirty movie theater jerking him off. Just the thought she was another man’s wife was exciting, but to know she was the preacher’s wife was so much more.
The young wife kept glancing back at the screen to see what the actress was doing and tried to mimic her actions. When the actress used two hands, so did the preacher’s wife. When the actress fondled the man’s balls, the preacher’s wife snaked her hand inside Jack’s pants and did the same. But when the actress began licking the cock like an ice cream cone, the preacher’s wife hesitated. She looked at the screen, then at Jack, then at his cock still in her grasp, then the screen again, and then Jack. When her gaze returned to his cock, Jack’s gentle nudge on the back of her head was all the encouragement she needed. The preacher’s wife lowered her face to Jack’s lap and quickly licked the large mushroom-shaped cock-head protruding from her small fist. As soon as she had done it her head shot up and she looked around the theater to see if anyone had seen.
When the preacher’s wife looked at Jack again he nodded towards the screen. Her jaw dropped when she realized why he told her to look at the movie. The actress was now sucking the cock, bobbing her head up and down. Before the young wife had time to think, she felt a pressure on the back of her head. She submissively allowed Jack’s hand to push her head back into his lap, opening her mouth to capture his cock between her lips. Soon her head was moving up and down in Jack’s lap while she sucked and licked his cock. Although it was her first time, she had seen enough porn movies to understand the basics.
Jack reached around the preacher’s wife’s body and grabbed her right tit. She pushed his hand away, but never stopped sucking. Again and again Jack grabbed her tit, but she kept pushing his hand away. After all, she was a married woman and couldn’t let another man touch her there. The fact that his cock was in her mouth didn’t even register.
The preacher’s wife, lost in some kind of sexual dream, sucked the stranger’s cock like she would lose it forever if she stopped. The strain of her leaning over caused her back to begin hurting so she shifted in her seat, dropping to her knees on the dirty floor. All thought of watching the movie was forgotten. The real thing was in her mouth and she was like a child on Christmas morning with a new toy.
Jack watched the top of the preacher’s wife’s head as it bobbed up and down in his lap. He still couldn’t believe it was happening. But the feelings in his groin were real, and approaching the point of no return. He knew that if he didn’t stop now he wouldn’t be able to, but he didn’t care. With his fingers clamped tight on the armrests, Jack jerked his hips upward.
The young wife was so engrossed with sucking a cock for the first time she didn’t even realize when the first load of semen entered her mouth. She kept sucking, but then another ejaculation caused her mouth to fill. Aware of what was happening, the preacher’s wife looked up with wide eyes at the man staring down at her. But when the third load entered her mouth her head jerked back with such force that it banged against the back of the seat in the next row.
Jack stared down at the stunned woman on her knees. Her lips were pressed tightly together and her cheeks puffed out, not knowing what to do with the cum in her mouth. But Jack couldn’t worry about it since he was in the middle of an orgasm. He quickly grabbed his now loose cock just before it erupted again, spewing his white goo into the air. The preacher’s wife’s eyes followed the stream of sperm until she realized it was going to hit her. Shutting her eyes tight, she felt the hot jizz splash onto her face. Her hands automatically went up, palms towards Jack, to protect her from more of the same. Jack smothered his cock with his other hand, capturing the rest of his sperm into his cupped palm.
Jack held his shrinking cock while staring down at the young wife. When she thought it was safe, the preacher’s wife lowered her hands and slowly opened her eyes. Her cheeks were still puffed out. She turned to the side and lowered her head, letting the slimy goo flow from between her lips. Jack thought it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen — the preacher’s wife on her knees at his feet, some of his sperm on her face and in her hair, and his cock-cream pouring from her mouth leaving a puddle on the floor.
When most of his sperm was out of her mouth, the preacher’s wife looked up at Jack in shock. Her mouth opened and her hands went to her face. She quickly pulled her hands away and looked at one, seeing the sticky substance on her palm. She realized the stranger’s sperm was on her face.
The preacher’s wife jumped to her feet and was about to make a dash for the aisle, but Jack blocked her way by pressing his foot against the seat in front of him. She tried to climb over his leg but he grabbed her and almost flung her into her seat. She sat there in silence, still tasting the cum in her mouth and on her lips.
“I don’t want to see it anymore. I just want to go,” she said, her head lowered and her eyes boring into her lap. When Jack didn’t respond, the preacher’s wife, without lifting her eyes, said, “I don’t know why I did that.”
“Are you sorry you did?” Jack asked.
“I’m married… and it’s a sin to enjoy sex.”
“So you enjoyed it?” Jack asked with a glint in his eye. When she didn’t answer he added, “Well, I enjoyed it.”
The young wife’s head shot up and she turned to face Jack. The actors in the movies all seemed to enjoy having sex, but her husband didn’t. Her parents were like that as well and, if it hadn’t been for the fact that she was born, she would have thought they never had sex either. Since she was an only child she grew up thinking they tried it once and she was the result. But when she was lying on her back in bed while her husband thrust his dick in and out of her, she had a desire to push back. She never did, knowing he would scold her for enjoying it. But this stranger said he enjoyed it.
“I liked it too,” she admitted in a whisper hardly audible.
“Then let’s enjoy the rest of the movie,” Jack said, taking her left hand in his right.
The preacher’s wife almost pulled her hand away when a man other than her husband embraced it, but she wanted to hold his hand. And their clasped hands were resting on her thigh, warming her body. She felt so wicked sitting next to a strange man, holding his hand against her thigh.
While they watched the movie, Jack’s hand gently squeezed hers. His hand was face up and hers down, fingers entwined. She allowed the intimacy and didn’t even object when the back of his hand began sliding on her thigh. But when it pushed against the juncture of her tightly clenched legs, she yanked it away. Jack passed her hand to his left one and held it against the inside of his right thigh. Then he draped his right arm across her shoulders, pulling her body towards his. She rested her head on his shoulder like they were sweethearts. With his right hand hanging over her right shoulder, Jack cupped her breast. She tried to push his hand away with her free hand, but he was persistent and soon she gave up. Jack was squeezing the preacher’s wife’s tit in a public movie theater.
It was the first time the young wife felt anyone caress her breast. She tried to stop it at first but after a short while it felt good. This surprised her, thinking the only purpose of a tit was to feed a baby. She never thought it would feel good when squeezed. But it did. Soon the preacher’s wife was moaning softly, almost purring.
Jack’s cock was still sticking out of his fly. When he pulled the hand he was holding to it and let go, the preacher’s wife automatically grasped it, squeezing the soft meat with her fingers. This left Jack’s left hand free which he used to open the top buttons of the woman’s button-down dress. Before the preacher’s wife realized what was happening, Jack’s right hand slipped into the now open dress and onto her bra-covered tit. She lazily glanced down at the hand inside her dress and then her eyes went back to the screen. An actress was taking on two guys at once, one in her pussy and one in her mouth. When Jack’s hand slipped under the bra and cupped her bare breast, the preacher’s wife began squeezing Jack’s cock harder as her body responded to his skin on skin titillation. Even her husband had never touched her breast.
Jack nudged the preacher’s wife’s head off his shoulder and then turned towards her. He began nibbling on her earlobe. The young wife never knew she could get into the aroused state she was in and didn’t notice Jack’s free hand unbuttoning the bottom buttons of her dress, from the hem to the waist. She was lost in the stimulus of his hand on her tit, his teeth nipping her earlobe and his tongue probing inside her ear canal, her hand on his now hard cock, and the fucking and sucking on the screen.
Jack didn’t want to scare the woman by having the front of her dress come completely undone, so he left a few buttons intact at her midsection. He looked at her body and saw her plain white bra with his hand inside one cup and her white cotton underwear. She didn’t seem to realize she was so exposed, her eyes fixed on the large movie screen. But when Jack pressed his hand between her thighs, the preacher’s wife snapped out of her stupefied sexual trance and bolted upright. She violently pushed his hands away, pulled the bottom two halves of her dress together and held them between her clamped legs, and pulled the top part together.
“What are you doing?” she exclaimed, clutching her dress against her chest.
“Just returning the favor,” Jack whispered.
“What favor?” she asked, still agitated.
“You made me feel good so I want to make you feel good.”
“I-I shouldn’t enjoy this. It’s a sin.”
Jack was flabbergasted. The woman was watching a porn movie and had just given him a blow-job. He couldn’t understand why she would say it was a sin for her to enjoy what they were doing. He decided to use another tactic.
“It’s a sin not to feel pleasure,” he countered.
“What?! Why do you say that?” the befuddled, naïve woman asked.
“God designed our bodies so that we would enjoy the touch of another person. God filled us with love and wanted us to love each other in ways that give us pleasure. Why are you going against God’s will?”
“I’m not going against the Lord. It’s Satan’s doing, not the Almighty’s.”
“If you allow me to touch you in a certain place… a pla
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