Bob Wallace

Wife hot to trot

CHAPTER ONE

Leah Trent sat in the first pew of the church. Her dress, low-cut and hiked high around her thighs, had distracted Reverend Moss during his entire sermon, his eyes constantly drifting to Leah's long sexy legs.

Leah knew it and it made the crotch of her panties moist. Knowing she was turning on her minister made her forget her anger at her husband for not coming with her again. She shifted her ass in the pew, her dress riding higher as the minister finished his sermon.

Instead of getting up, she waited, an idea forming in her head. If Craig was too tired from drinking all night with his friends, or, more likely, out fucking another woman, maybe Reverend Moss would take away the itch in her pussy. She smiled as the last of the congregation filed out, leaving her alone in the church.

She stood, saw Reverend Moss walking toward her. His face was flush and his eyes were devouring her body. "Do you mind if we talk?" she purred.

"Not at all," he said, his voice husky, the bulge in his pants hidden by his black robe. "Where's Craig? Couldn't make it again?"

"He's sleeping." Leah frowned, imagining the minister naked, his cock fucking into her pussy. She stepped close, her mouth inches away from his. "Maybe if you stopped around, you could talk to him, Jim," she cooed, using his first name.

Jim Moss' gaze dropped to the creamy flesh of her tits. He swallowed the lump in his throats the sweet scent of her perfume making him dizzy. "I don't mind at all, Leah," he said, his voice strained.

Leah took his hand. A tremor swept through her pussy.

She needed his cock, and intended to get fucked before she left the church.

"He's been so neglectful lately," she said, winking.