The Deacon’s Wife

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Sherri was a proper woman. She wore the nicest clothes, expensive jewellery, fingernails always neatly manicured and weekly trips to the hair stylist. She had to, after all, she was a prominent woman in the community. Her husband, on top of being the manager of the local back, also had investments in a wide array of companies. He was also a deacon of the local church, and had great regard for the reputation of his family. Nothing was too expensive for the image of this family, and no scandal would ever touch it. Everyone thought Sherri was a nice lady. She was prominent yes, but also down to earth. She was kind and helpful, but also knew what she wanted. Sherri was the person that every woman wanted to be like. Proper, sinless, beautiful, the perfect woman it seems. She was about 5’7”, and prided herself in keeping herself fit, even after raising three children. Her hair was short and styled, with long strands falling over her forehead. Her body was not athletic by any means, but was still well toned. Her ass was firm, and she obviously knew it by some of the clothes she wore. Her breasts were small, about a 34B, soft, but definitely not heading south. They were still perky enough so that she would not have to wear a bra, if she didn’t want to. This of course was not an option, as wearing bahçesehir escort a bra is only the proper thing to do. Sherri seemed perfect, but inside, she didn’t feel it. She liked her position in society, yes. She liked that other women admired her. However the pressure of being such a prim, proper, perfect woman wore at her. She missed the carefree days of her youth, where she could make mistakes and just be herself. Sherri knew that other guys checked her out, and it flattered her, but it also frustrated her. Her husband, when he wasn’t on a business trip, was at work late. When he was home, his mind was still at work. Sex was almost non-existent, something saved only for the rare vacations they took. Sherri was reduced to pleasuring herself in the bathtub, by herself. That was the way it was this week. One of the younger guys from church had obviously been checking her out. She figured he was one of the youth guys, definitely a teenager. She had seen him out of the corner of her eye looking at her. She had blushed and been a little turned on by the attention, but pretended like she didn’t noticed. She couldn’t afford to flirt with anyone. What would people think if they saw? She noticed him looking several times, and she actually made sure that he saw beylikdüzü bayan escort her on several occasions. She even looked into his eyes to say hello as she passed by. At home, the thought of a teenage boy lusting after her was an incredible turn on. She tried not to think about it, but came hard in the bathtub fantasizing. Fantasy, that was all it was though, nothing more. It was Wednesday evening. All was quiet. The kids were out, some kid of church youth event, a food drive if she remembered correctly. Sherri loved these nights. She was not limited to the bathtub. Tonight, she was on the couch, with the TV on to some raunchy show. She was wearing a black skirt that came to her knees and a black long sleeved top. She had taken her bra off and tossed it on the floor; she loved rubbing her nipples when she did this. Her other hand was inside of her skirt, rubbing her moist accessible pussy, as the panties were lying beside the bra. The loved it, the fuzziness of it all was overwhelming. She was just getting to the point of thinking of perhaps giving herself her first orgasm for the night when suddenly the doorbell rang. Startled, Sherri jerked her hand out of her skirt and jumped up. She walked to the door flustered. Just before opening the escort beylikdüzü door, she realized her top was still up and she quickly pulled it back down. She took a quick breath and opened the door. There stood the boy from church that she had been fantasizing about all week. She swallowed hard and croaked, “Hi.” Just as startled, he stared at her. “It’s it’s you.” he sputtered out. “I mean, hi, I think I know you from church, and um, we’ve got this food drive going on…” His voice trailed off. Sherry licked her lips, her pussy still tingling from her play. Her mind went back to the fantasy she had just had of this same boy ravaging her. She felt her pussy pulsating, she wanted it bad. Strange, she could always shake of the feeling at will, but not this time. She knew her eyes must look glazed. “Um, ma’am?” The boy was still waiting. She saw him glance up and down, checking her out again. The urges were too strong; it had been too long. She grabbed the startled boy’s shirt, pulled him in and slammed the door. Then she pushed him against the door and planted firm kiss on his lips, her tongue immediately inside his, her body pressed up against his. She ground against him, feeling his hardness. She backed away and lifted up her shirt, out of complete impulse. The boy stared at her breasts in disbelief, then slowly reached out and nervously touched them. “Wow,” he whispered, as he felt the soft perky breasts. Sherri closed her eyes and moaned, feeling moistness forming around her pussy. She put her hand on his crotch and felt his hard cock pushing up against the fabric of his pants.

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