Synopsis:
A dedicated spouse has concealed a sinister enigma deep in her soul. Yet, when an unexpected meeting with a young gentleman sparks an illicit flame, she becomes caught between her responsibilities and her emotions. Grappling to harmonize her yearnings with her commitments, she stumbles upon a startling revelation about her history that risks shattering her existence. As her matrimonial bond teeters on the verge of disintegration, she must traverse a treacherous labyrinth to re-establish her true self. This enthralling narrative of devotion, sacrifice and absolution will hold you captive till the ultimate paragraph.
Sample Chapter: Tasting Lust While Worshipping
A Sunday evening during the boisterous undertaking of a Christian crusade, sitting at the rostrum with her legs crossed, Sarah Laing who was the church’s Bishop’s wife wasn’t paying much attention to the service as much as she was observing a particular male visitor with lustful eyes leading her vision. Sarah saw what she desired between the young man’s legs, nothing and no one would prevent her from sampling an inch of his package. The man Sarah was staring at had a very large bulge in his pants that was her eyes delight. Her legs being crossed wasn’t just to look dignified among her peers, no, they served a special purpose.
Sarah’s body became ignited from the flames she felt issuing forth from the young man. Though present in the service; she was lost in lustful thoughts that arrested her entire being. She could almost feel his embrace rubbing against her bothered body. Honestly, her underneath was so moist, even her legs which were pressed together did nothing to hamper her salacious juices from trickling down her smooth thighs.
Sarah sat there mesmerized by the tantalizing symphony that the man’s manliness was expressing. A positive feeling vibrated her cordial strings which caused her carnal desires to burn furiously, yet he hadn’t touched her. What she experienced was merely an exciting delusion played within her seductive mind. Sarah lusted for this man’s body until she could feel his energy oozing from a distance. He had not the slightest idea that she had an interest in him.
With sexual intensity thronging through her thoughts, Sarah didn’t hear when her name was being called to pray the church closing prayer. Her eyes were steadfast betwixt the man’s bulge crotch, almost as if she had fallen into a trance from what she had seen. Her underwear was now evident with wetness; she could feel it pouring down below slowly.
“Hey…” A soft touch on Sarah's shoulder brought her back to reality. Gaining her attention, the deacon’s wife whispered into her ear, “You’re asked to pray the closing prayer.”
“Who, me?” Before she could utter another word, Sarah’s husband was already doing the honours.
Coming to the close of the service, Sarah intermingled with the congregation just so she could get close enough to the specific young man she had an interest in. After making his acquaintance, she invited him to attend the remainder of the crusade that will be taking place for the next couple of days, however, she still wasn’t satisfied.
Sarah couldn’t allow this young handsome stud to escape her charming gesture. She needed his number so badly, however, she couldn’t make it seemed too obvious. The secretary was busy recording the names of the first time visitors, thus Sarah took the job upon herself and instructed the secretary to assist the treasurer since the assistant treasurer was absent.
Hesitantly, the secretary obeyed. She handed Sarah the book along with the pen before she muttered almost to herself, “You’re the one to help the treasurer.”
“Not tonight,” Said Sarah, ordering the secretary to go or else the secretarial position would be taken away from her.
“What has gotten into you tonight, sister?” The deacon asked Sarah after seeing how roughly she handled the church secretary.
“It’s nothing.” Still with her gazed bouncing on and off the young man who was heading down the aisle, Sarah moved from around the table and hurried towards him. “Young man, can I have your attention again for a moment please?”
“Most certainly,” The handsome fellow replied.
Smilingly Sarah told him, “It is our policy to record the names of any visitors to the crusade for the first time.”
“Oh, is that right.” Pausing for a moment, the man spoke, “My name is, Barry, Barry Hamilton.” After giving Sarah the necessary information, Barry turned to walk away, however, she stopped him with these words:
“It seems you need a friend. Can I also get your number? I’m willing to encourage you in the path of righteousness.”
“My number?” Barry pondered for a while before answering, “Sure, here it is.”
“Thank you.” Sarah stored the number in her phone then bid Barry farewell.
On her way home in the vehicle with her husband, Sarah was chastised for not paying attention during the church service. “Imagine, you’re my wife. We’re supposed to be a team back there tonight and you were not a part of it at all.”
“My dear, I’m so sorry.” Sarah apologized to her husband. “It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“Woman, you almost got me scared thinking that something was wrong with you.”
“No dear, I’m alright. I’ll prove it to you as soon as we get home,” Saying this, Sarah’s fingers found her husband’s private area.
“That’s enough, love. Remember that I’m driving. Furthermore, what has gotten into you tonight?”
“I don’t know, honey.”
“Whatever it is, I hope it stays with you until we get home.” Said the bishop smilingly.
“That’s the right sentiment you’re echoing, my dear sweetheart.”
As the vehicle pulled over into a lavish driveway, Sarah and her husband exited the car then walked hand in hand towards the front door. Although she was next to him in the flesh, her mind was in the company of the young stud she was crazy about.
Later that night, Sarah’s husband entered their matrimonial bedroom to discover her stark naked beneath the comfort of the quilt sheet. A bit startled, he said, “Honey, what’s this?”
“Come over here and find out my big stallion.” Purring like a wild pussycat, Sarah beckoned her husband closer, moreover, rid him of his underwear. Afterwards, her exciting mouth latched onto his manliness and began caressing it.
“Wow!” Bishop Laing rejoiced at how wonderful his wife’s fellatio felt. “Just a moment love. Let me catch my breath.”
“The only breath you should be inhaling now is mine.” Saying this, Sarah pushed her husband backward onto the bed then positioned herself on top of him. Rubbing her moistness over his face, she led the salacious anthem with urgency, yet, within the back of her mind, she was making love with another man. At one point during their foreplay, she stutteringly hollered, “Barry! Oh, Barry! That’s the spot!”
Bishop Laing heard what his wife had said but paid no attention to it because his tool was red hot and needed to be cooled. He spun Sarah beneath him where he entered her pantry of pastries, tasting it with each stroke of his firmly erected tongue. Although she was an ardent participant, Sarah welcomed him with a farfetched mind and absent spirit. It had been a long time since Bishop Laing had gotten any from his wife, thus now he was making sure to fill his quiver with erotic pleasures.
“Garry, can I do something with you that I’ve never done before?”
“What do you have in mind babe?” He asked her.
Sarah answered, “Can I pluck your ass with my fingers?”
“No way woman! My virgin ass is off limits! Off limits!” Bishop Laing replied sternly.
Nevertheless, both stayed in each other’s embrace until they climaxed. After they relieved themselves of sexual tension, Sarah wished that Barry, the man she met at the church service, would take the place of her dearly beloved husband, Garfield Laing, whose nickname was Garry.
Garfield desired to question Sarah about the name she had mentioned during sex, but the approach was not yet thought of. Why was she so prime tonight for intimacy when for six long months she had deprived him of writing on her blackboard with his chalk? As he questioned himself, Garfield was certain that something had taken a turn for the better or the worse.
Sarah had behaved like a wild feline, clawing Garfield all over in the right places with such vibrancy that hadn’t been displayed for approximately a year. For the first six months out of the year, whenever it came to sex he was the one making all the effort. Yet tonight, effortlessly he remained until he felt his entire groin came to life again. Indeed, ‘Lazarus’ was risen from the dead. His wife had buried him over six months ago but now he was resurrected once more.
Garfield thanked God for the miracle wrought in his marriage, however, he was so very wrong. He had no idea what his wife’s true intentions were. He needed a divine intervention from God for his wife to reveal the truth about herself. This was farfetched from Sarah’s mind, her entire being was captivated by the physique of Barry Hamilton which had her under a spell that was completely unknown to her husband.
Soon after Garfield went away to use the bathroom, Sarah got busy firing up a steamy conversation with Barry via text messages sending back and forth. This was followed by a phone call from her to him, claiming she wanted to hear his voice in order for her to sleep well. “B, from the moment my eyes caught a glimpse of your body my mind commenced trotting up and down your streets and avenues.”
“Is that so?” Barry asked smilingly.
“Absolutely right,” Sarah reassured him then asked, “When can I come by your home to teach you about the goodness of the Lord?”
“Why can’t I come by your home? All you have to do is tell your husband that I’m a new convert and that we’re doing Bible study together.”
“Sounds wonderful. I’ll do just that.” Sarah considered it.
“So how about tomorrow night when he’s at the crusade?” Barry inquired.
Teasingly Sarah answered, “That can be arranged. I’ll just pretend as if I’m sick.”
“Excellent idea,” Barry agreed.
“That settles it for now.” Sarah added, “Tell me something nice like a love verse or so.”
“Ok… My sweetheart and my darling, for you my love is aching.”
“Beautiful,” Sarah replied with a brilliant smile.
Barry suggested, “Do you want to hear something better?”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“My three feet are standing tall.”
“Fu-Hu-ha-ha!” Sarah laughed so loudly that it caught the attention of her husband who returned just in time to invade her private conversation.
“Love, who is it you’re laughing with this late in the night?”
Sarah quickly put away the phone and answered, “Nothing honey. It is just Sister Pam pulling out all the stops on me about an incident that occurred outside the church earlier tonight.”
Garfield paused for a moment then spoke, “But I thought that Pam was ill. I’m almost certain that’s what her husband told me earlier this evening.”
“You’re mistaken my dear, anyway, let’s go to bed now and not waste time arguing over who’s right or wrong.”
Garfield was insistent that Pam’s husband told him that she was sick, but Sarah quickly changed the conversation.
“How about tonight, did you enjoy our little show?”
“That wasn’t a little show. It was more like a movie. Woman, the fire is still within your loins. I thought you had lost your touch but you still got it. You’re as tight as a virgin. Seems like I need to stretch you out more often.
“Bishop Laing, watch your language,” Sarah told him with her eyes peeled open.
“Sweetheart, after what you just did to my rooster, you expect me to behave nicely?”
“Yes, I do or I won’t feed you so good the next time.” Sarah kissed her husband, periodically trying to make him fall asleep by avoiding the conversation.
Again, Garfield intended to ask his wife about the name she had called out during their sexual intercourse. However, the soft kisses from his wife hushed him to sleep. Knowing him, the question would be asked sooner rather than later. Sarah had to think of something concrete to tell him tomorrow, but for now, she could sleep on it. This episode was just beginning and already it was poised with deception in its highest degree.
Several minutes later, Sarah tried Barry’s number again. For a time, there was no answer, yet, she remained persistent in her trying. The bishop was dead to the world, she could sleep on him and he wouldn’t know it. She decided to try calling Barry one last time before she went off to sleep, thus with bold fingers his number was redialled. About to hang up, she was elated at what was said.
“Hello my sweet,” Barry answered in a settled voice. “Couldn’t sleep without saying goodnight to me?”
“Exactly so. I can’t keep you out of my mind. Isn’t that strange?”
“Girl, how old are you?”
“Forty-one years of age and proud of it.”
“As you should, my dear, you’re just in your prime,” Barry complimented.
Sarah was elated to hear this, her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree decorated with lights that kept twinkling with delight. If only he could see her current expression.
Trying to keep the conversation going, Barry asked Sarah, “Aren’t you the slightest interested in knowing how old I am?”
“Not really, but since you bring up the subject feel free to inform me.”
“Why so casual all of a sudden and with such attitude?”
“Age is just a number for me, maybe not for you. If you insist, please enlighten my darkness,” Sarah sounded vague as she said this.
“I’m in my early thirties and I’m proud of the fact that your sexual interest has peaked for me.”
“When I was absent-minded in the service earlier tonight, do you want to know where my thoughts were?”
“Please surprise me,” Barry answered.
“Right between your bulge crotch.” Sarah giggled softly.
“Lady, you’re ruder than I expected and so straightforward.”
“That isn’t what I want. I need to get into your pants to sample what I’ve seen from a distance. As I’m speaking to you right now, I can almost taste your lips over the phone.”
“You’re so ill-mannered when it comes to getting what you need and I mean it in a good way. It’s a compliment, not an insult.” Barry commented.
“You would be such a fool to pass up on an experienced teacher like myself who can teach you most of the tricks in and out of the Sex Mastery books. When it comes to making love, I’m an author. I write my own paragraphs and punctuate my own sentences,” Sarah spoke as she reclined on the sofa.
“As long as I’m next in line to be your student, I don’t have a problem. The way you talk I would prefer to be in your class as your only student.”
“I can’t wait to turn you inside out.”
“Sarah, are you forgetting that you’re the bishop’s wife?”
“No, I remember. Don’t forget that I’m the one teaching you Bible studies.”
“How can I forget, I’m loving it already.”
“Barry I can’t wait to devour you. I want you all for myself. Please remember what I told you in the text earlier. Don’t share yourself with anyone else at church, only me alright?”
“I heard you loud and clear the first time when you were so precise in your request. And do you recall what I told you? Anytime I desire your body, please don’t deny me.”
“That’s a promise I’ll try my best to keep,” Sarah replied blowing kisses over the phone, hoping they would reach Barry. Shortly they ended their secret phone call.
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