Have Faith

After a couple of minutes, the sounds from Faith and the deacon become a little louder. Christian no longer has to hold his breath to hear them. He can now clearly hear his wife's labored breathing, and mixed with those breaths are quick intermittent throaty moans.

Based on the sounds she is making, Christian decides she is either she is sitting in the deacon's lap fucking him, or she is eating the best ice-cream she has ever had. Christian snickers to himself as he imagines Faith dressed as a little girl, sitting in the deacon's lap eating an ice-cream cone.

Just as Christian is getting over the ridiculous joke going on in his head, Faith's sounds of enjoyment become more frequent. Then he hears the deacon's breathing become deep and labored. Christian isn't quite sure, but he thinks the deacon is coming. Now he imagines his wife sitting naked in the deacon's lap arching her back while he comes deep inside her, and Christian almost comes.

The next thing Christian knows, Faith is climbing onto the bed again. He feels her make the short crawl to where he is laying, then she half drapes herself over his body. She is warm and soft, and the feel of her rough pubic hair against his hip reminds him she is completely naked. An arm and a breast come to rest lightly on his chest, and her warm soft thigh pushes his throbbing hardness to the side, pinning it into the crease of his leg.

Now half perched on top of him she playfully says, "Guess what just happened?"

"Um, you had another orgasm." Christian halfheartedly guesses.

Faith runs her fingers through Christian's hair, pausing for a moment. Then she gives Christian a kiss.

"Nope. Guess again."

"You fucked the deacon in the chair." Christian answers with a little more thought.

"You're getting closer. But no, not that either." Faith teases kissing her husband again, a little deeper and a little longer than before.

"Guess again."

"Did he eat your pussy?" Christian reaches for an answer.

"Weren't you listening? Do you want another clue?" Faith gives Christian one more long slow kiss, then turns her head and grins at the deacon. "Still can't guess?"

"I give up. What happened?"

Faith leans down and puts her head next to Christian's ear and whispers, "I just made the deacon sin in my mouth." Then she picks her head up and says out loud. "I can't believe you didn't taste it when I kissed you."

Christian immediately sits up, dumping Faith off to his side while he angrily rips the scarf from his face. When his eyes adjust to the brightness, he sees that both the deacon and his wife are laughing at him. Then Christian stops and thinks.

They had to just be messing with him. Faith would never have sucked the deacon's cock. That's well beyond her limits, and the deacon knows it. This must be a prank. This must be part of the training session. Christian looks around to for an empty yogurt container or something. There just had to be a reasonable explanation for taste of Faith's slippery guessing game kisses.

With that, Faith grabs the scarf from Christian's hand and cries, "Hey, I said no peeking." Then she throws the makeshift blindfold into Cristian's lap.

"I had look to Faith. I needed to see. You gave the deacon a..." Christian stops mid-sentence, hoping that not saying it will keep it from being true. He still desperately wants Faith's blowjob to be just a joke.

"What the deacon and I are doing is none of your business. Now get out. Go to the guest room and lay down. No computer, no Internet, and no sinning. Leave the door open so I can keep an eye on you. And don't you dare let me catch you in there sinning."

Christian reluctantly slides off the bed, and plods his way to the guest bedroom with a sour look on his face. As he trudges along he repeatedly pushes the tip of his tongue across his lips trying to figure out the strange taste of Faith's kiss.

When he gets to the guest room he instinctively closes the door behind him. After all, that room was one of his favorite hiding places. The door is about to latch when it flies back open and hits him in the ass.

"I said leave the door open so I can keep an eye on you mister sinner."

"Sorry Faith, force of habit." Christian apologizes.

"Okay then. Lay down and get comfortable. The deacon is here to help me find god, and it's going to take a while."

For the next hour at least, Cristian lays in the guest room listening to his wife and the deacon. Some of the time they aren't making much noise. Other times he can clearly hear both of them panting and moaning. Occasionally he hears the deacon telling his wife how beautiful or amazing she is. Mostly though, he hears his wife praising the deacon's big thick cock.

Then every little bit he hears his wife's voice calling out "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" followed by a long gratifying sound of release coming from deep inside Faith's very soul. She was finding god alright, and Cristian was going nuts wondering what the deacon was doing to his wife to make her come so hard.

Finally Cristian feels like he has laid there long enough. He isn't quite sure why, but he wants to see what's going on in the other room. He wants to watch his wife getting fucked and sucking cock. He wants to see her coming hard. So he sits up and weighs whether or not to go against Faith's orders. On one hand it would be a violation of the trust she was talking about, on the other hand he really wants to watch. Maybe just a peek will do.

Christian is sitting at the edge of the bed wondering how he can sneak a peek at the deacon and his wife when he hears a long shivering moan from the deacon. It was too late to get that peek. There was no question that sound was the deacon coming in his wife. The question was, where in his wife.

"Cristian, come in here please." Faith calls out to the other room.

Cristian slowly walks into the master bedroom. The smell of sex hangs heavy in the air. Faith is laying on the bed looking like she just satisfied an entire army, and the deacon is once again sitting in the chair, limp and drained. It's the first time Christian has seen the deacon's penis, and even in this drained and tired state, it's much larger than any erection Christian ever had. Christian feels a strong twinge of jealousy.

"Come here and lay with me." Faith invites Christian, patting her hand on the bed.

Christian lays down next to his wife, and she starts combing her fingers through his hair.

"You know what we did in here, don't you Christian?" Faith talks down to him like a mother who has caught a child in a lie.

"I assume you had sex." Christian sheepishly answers.

"We found god Christian. Now kiss me."

Christian resists, remembering what was in her mouth the last time she kissed him.

"Come on. Don't be shy. Kiss me." Faith demands.

Christian timidly kisses Faith, wondering if she will make him taste the deacon's cum again. She takes him by the head and pushes her tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply. Christian is relieved that her kiss doesn't have the same slippery taste it had before, but still, it does have the faint taste sex.

Faith finishes the kiss and then sweetly asks, "Did you touch yourself while you were listening to me having sex?"

Christian doesn't answer.

"Answer me!" A hard slap across the face gets his attention. "Did you touch yourself?" Faith demands over-pronouncing each word.

"Yes." Christian quickly gives in.

"Yes what?"

"Yes mam."

"Yes mam what?"

"Yes mam, I touched myself."

"That's better." Faith relaxes her slapping hand a bit. "Did you sin?" She adds.

His answer doesn't come fast enough and her hand raises, ready to administer another slap.

"Okay, okay. I did."

"You did what?

"I sinned, I sinned." He timidly admits.

"I thought I told you no sinning in there."

"I'm sorry. I couldn't stop."

"Okay. Now say it out loud. Tell what you did so the deacon can hear you."

Again, Christian is silent.

"Tell him." Faith orders once again getting ready to slap. "Tell him now, and tell him why."

Christian starts to speak, but he can't make himself look at the man who just fucked his wife. So he stares at the ceiling, speaking just loud enough for the deacon to hear. "I masturbated sir, and I sinned."

"Don't forget to tell him why Christian?"

"I had to sir. I've always wanted you to fuck her. Just thinking about you fucking her almost makes come. I couldn't stop myself."

"You're pathetic Christian. Now tell the deacon how many times you sinned."

"Two times sir. I sinned twice."

"Two." Faith laughingly confirms. "That's so nice. While you were in there pounding on your little pud, the deacon made me come five times. Did you hear them? Did you hear me coming Christian? That's what a real orgasm sounds like. You could never make me do that. Aren't you happy for me?"

"Yes dear, I'm happy for you." Christian concedes.

"You know, along with the one I had laying on top of you, that makes six orgasms in one night. I'm multi-orgasmic. Who knew? And you know what Christian? Six is the devil's number. We can't have that now can we? You know, it might take a while, but I'm pretty sure I can come again. That would make it an even seven. Do you want to see me come this time?"

"Yes, I'd like that dear. Can I stay? May I please be here when you have another orgasm?"

Christian is really hoping Faith grant is wish and let him stay. He isn't sure why, but he desperately wants to see the deacon fucking his wife. He starts to get up from the bed so the deacon can take his place, but Faith gently takes him by the hand and sweetly smiles at him.

"No silly, it's your turn. I want you to do it. I want you to make me come this time."

Christian lays back down next to his wife, and they lovingly look into each other's eyes as she once again runs her fingers through his hair. Then she whispers into his ear.

"I never thought I'd be so turned on by this Christian. I've never been this horny in my life. All I've done tonight is come. I know it's wrong, but I can feel the deacon's sticky cum inside me, and thinking about how it got there is making me really horny again."

Then with a push on the top of his head, Faith says out loud, "Now be a good boy. Slide down there and eat my hairy wet pussy. Lord knows it's the only way you'll ever be able to make me come."

Humiliated, beaten, and dejected, Christian gives in and starts making his way down to the foot of the bed where his mouth is to meet up with her hairy nastiness. On his way Faith stops him, and he is sure she is having second thoughts, but Faith had only stopped him so he could lick and suck her nipples.

Satisfied with his licking, she pushes on his head again, signaling that it's time to continue on his journey to eat her nasty cum filled pussy. When he reaches her navel, she stops him. Once again Christian is hoping to get a reprieve, but instead he is told to start licking.

Christian licks Faith's navel for a moment, then with both hands she shoves down on the top of his head, forcing his mouth down along the wispy hair of her glory trail, and down into her thick dark bush. As his nose gets pushed into her hair, the strong smell of her recent sex fills Christian's head. Then when his mouth reaches its final goal, Faith drapes her legs over his back and shoves her pussy onto his mouth.

"Lick it sinner." Faith demands. "Help me find god again. Lick me until I come."

Christian sticks his tongue into his wife's pussy and there is no doubt that he is tasting the deacon's cum. It has the same taste as Faith's kisses after she let the deacon come in her mouth. Christian hates the taste, but he doesn't care. He is bound and determined to make his wife come. This time she wouldn't be faking. This orgasm would be every bit as deep and sensual as the ones she got from the deacon. This one will be real.

*****

Fast forward to a hot sweltering afternoon a few days after the deacon's visit. Christian is inside the cool comfort of his home watching baseball. It's all tied up in the eighth when a pinch hitter named Liggett is called to the plate. Hearing that name triggers a feeling that Christian can't quite grasp. He hears the announcer say the name again, as Liggett swings and misses the first pitch. Then Christian knows what he's feeling as he recalls how Faith repeatedly ordered him to "Lick it" as he ate the deacon's cum from her pussy. In an instant, Christian becomes incredibly horny.

With his manhood straining hard against his pants, he wonders if Faith will be coming in from working in her beloved flower gardens any time soon. If he is nice. If he can be respectful. Maybe she will have sex with him. As he daydreams about having sex, the TV announcer keeps repeating the player's name over and over as he battles off pitch after pitch. But Christian no longer hears the name Liggett. All he hears is lick it... lick it... lick it.

After a long at bat, Liggett gets a triple, and as the TV shows the instant replay, Christian hears the patio door slide open and closed. Excited that Faith has finally come inside, he knows he needs to be respectful if there's any chance he will have sex. He figures asking how her gardening is going is a good start. But before he can ask, he feels her hand on his shoulder.

"Come up to the bedroom please." Faith bids.

"Now?"

"Yes. Right now."

The first thought that crosses Christian's mind is that she wants to have sex, but then he freezes. He wonders if he has left his underwear on the floor again. He thinks back, and definitely remembers putting all of his clothes in the hamper. He's done nothing wrong, but his wife's tone of voice didn't exactly sound like she wanted sex. It actually sounded as if he is in some kind of trouble again.

Christian remembers all too well that this is how the other night got started. He certainly doesn't want to spend this evening licking another man's cum out of his wife. But he can't think of a single thing she has to be upset about. After a couple of minutes he gets up and cautiously moves toward the bedroom.

When he gets to the room he expects to see his wife sitting on the bed, but she is nowhere in sight. Instead, there is a note on the bed telling Christian to disrobe. The note also clearly tells him to fold his clothes neatly and set them on the chair, and not to put then in the hamper. The last line on the note instructs Christian to lay naked on the bed and wait.

To Christian this can only mean one thing. They are actually going to have sex. He can't seem rips his clothes off fast enough. Naked in record time, he tosses clothes in the chair and lays on the bed. Then he remembers he was supposed to fold his clothes. He jumps up and haphazardly folds them and quickly gets back on the bed and waits.

As he waits, he hears Faith in the bathroom singing a verse from the church hymn 'Just As I Am'. Christian gets even more excited. Faith is singing hymns again, and that means she is horny.

He hears the toilet, and water running in the sink. This sounds to Christian like Faith is freshening up. Things hadn't been the same between them since the evening with the deacon, and now visions of makeup sex are dancing in his head. Then he hears the bathroom door open.

Christian get up on his elbows and sees his wife standing in the doorway, naked from the waist down. The gentle soft curves of her strong toned legs and the soft smooth skin on her thighs highlight the thick dark pubic hair that is peeking out from under the tight fitting flowered shirt she loves to wear while gardening.

Christian watches her hips gently bounce side to side as she waltzes over and climbs up on the bed. She kneels next to him, and pushes her hips toward him, still gently swaying them side to side, prominently displaying her thick curly pubic hair. Christian's gaze is fixed on that dark patch between her legs, while Faith's swaying dance screams to him that her pussy needs some attention.

For the next few moments they just smile at each other, and nothing is said. Then Faith carefully places her knees on either side of Christian's head and Christian sees little glistening droplets clinging to the dark black mat of hair between her legs. He watches as her wet pussy waves above his face while she finds her balance. Then she slowly lowers herself towards his mouth, speaking for the first time since she entered the room.

"Lick it honey." Faith sweetly commands as she lowers herself the last inch to his mouth.

Christian takes in a breath getting ready to eat her pussy, and the pungent smell of urine fills his nostrils.

"Go on Christian. Lick it clean." Her command becomes a little less sweet, letting her husband know she means business.

Christian timidly sticks out his tongue and barely grazes the hair, hoping the little droplets of piss are all there are to clean.

"Not like that. Really get in there and clean me baby." Faith's voice is again as sweet as can be.

Christian feels a light tugging at his scalp as Faith grabs a handful of his hair. He sticks out his tongue and she settles down into his face. It's then that Christian discovers nearly all of her dark curly hair is soaking wet with piss. His nostrils sting from the smell, and his tongue is quickly engulfed in the acrid taste.

Christian freezes. Then he feels the sharp pain from a quick tug on his hair, and he realizes just how serious she is about this. Christian starts licking as much of her piss soaked hair as his tongue can reach.

"Not just the hair Christian. Get up inside too. I want it to be really clean."

Faith sits down a little harder onto Christian's face and pulls up on his hair. He presses his tongue onto her slit, and her piss soaked pussy engulfs his tongue.

"That's it baby. Get that tongue as deep in there as you can." Faith orders.

Christian opens his mouth and puts his lips on his wife's dirty pussy, pushing his tongue in as deep as he can. Her entire crotch has the pungent odor of fish in a bucket of piss, and the taste is a salty mix of urine and sweat. It's nothing like the clean fresh pussy he licked a few nights ago. Even the deacon's cum had a far better taste than this dirty, sweaty pussy.

With his mouth sealed on her pussy, and his writhing tongue as deep as it can go, Faith sits all the way down on Christian's face, driving the back of his head into the bed. Her pussy pushes down and covers Christian's mouth, forcing his tongue even deeper into her hole. Then she starts lightly rolling her hips.

"Mmmm, that feels really good baby. Keep licking. Yeah baby. Don't stop Christian. I have a surprise for you."

Faith rides Christian's face for few moments, then the rolling motion in her hips changes to simple thrusting. Christian's face is soaked from his eyes to his chin. Then all of the sudden she stops thrusting and sits with her dirty pussy pressed hard onto his lips. Christian feels Faith arch her back and her body tenses. Then a quick burst of piss gushes into his mouth.

Faith sits there for a moment, holding her pussy tight against his mouth, squeezing his head between her thighs while he struggles. Then she slowly raises back up to her knees, and swings her leg off to the side. Faith looks down at her pitiful husband, and releases his hair from her grip. Then she smiles a devious smile that Christian has never seen before.

"Did you like your surprise?"

Christian lightly shakes his head no.

"Come on honey. I just came in your mouth." Faith sarcastically explains. "Go ahead and swallow it honey. You know you are supposed to swallow."

Christian gulps down the mouthful of piss, then just lays there while Faith wickedly grins about what she just made him do.

"What the hell Faith? What on earth made you want to do that?