Frank Masters

The evangelist_s wife

CHAPTER ONE

Angelica Stewart watched her husband as he pounded on the podium. Her husband, the Reverend Robert Stewart, was staring at the television camera. He knew how to play to the hidden audience out there in their homes, and he was one of the rising stars of the televised evangelism movement.

It was close to eleven o'clock an a Friday evening, but her husband was still in the studio working on the fund-raising spots for the new church satellite disk. The men were installing it right now, working on double-time pay. Angelica had come over from their home, hoping that she could get her husband to come home. To bed. With Angelica.

It had been a long time since the young, beautiful woman had been, in bed with her husband – other than for sleeping purposes. She was just twenty-one years old. The man she married was the only one to ever see her naked. Angelica was a stunning woman. She had long brunette hair that spread out across her shoulders. Below that, a pair of big firm tits stood up high and proud from her chest. Robert had told her that her brown, bedroom eyes would always thrill him.

But lately, he had been so involved with his work that she was not getting the attention she needed. Nor the fucking that she craved.

Angelica quickly opened the studio door and leaned inside.

"Brother Brad," she whispered to the cameraman nearest to her. "Are you about finished for the night?"

The older man behind the podium snapped his head up as he heard his wife's voice.

"I'll be home when we we're finished, Angelica! You know that the Lord's work takes time. You shouldn't be setting such a bad example. You don't see anyone else's husband or wife coming over here and disturbing the taping, do you?"

"I-I was just hoping, uh, that you might come back with me. You must be getting tired, Robert."

"Go home!" he shouted. "I'll be there when I'm done. Not before. A preacher's wife has her place, and that's waiting at home for her man to return!"