The Bishop’s Hotwife: Part 3

Gideon Gets it on.

Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

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Walking
around the impressive property, I was greeted by neighbors, some I
knew, others I had never seen before. I recalled several of them being
friends of my father.

Walking
by the pool, I found Gideon, Hannah's brother, who was the reason for
the party. He was coming up the pool ladder, enroute back to the diving
board.

"Gideon, congratulations on the mission. You must be very excited."

Gideon
stepped up to shake my hand. He was 18 and about to face adulthood
directly. I was glad I never went on a mission, but I was also impressed
by how much my LDS friends learned about life during theirs.

Gideon's eyes were locked on the pool, and it was easy to see she was distracted by the attractive moms in their bathing suits.

"Hey,
Ethan, welcome back home. I'm sorry to hear about your dad. He was such
a great guy and even came to all my baseball games." I guess my dad and
I both had some regrets. Dad was busy working hard and being a single
dad. And then I’ve stayed away at college for years, hardly even calling
my dad. It probably crushed him. And that’s what probably led to his
enjoying the Barton kids and investing in them.

"Really?
I don't think he was at one of my football games. So, Chicago, huh? Not
too bad for a mission. No need to learn a new language. Although you
might want to brush up on your colloquialisms."

Gideon was confused.

"If
someone doesn't want to hear you talk about the Book of Mormon, just
grab your balls and say, suck on this." It's like saying thank you in
Chicago speak."

Gideon
laughed. I knew men his age had issues with the church, and as exciting
as it might be to get away from home for a year, he was probably
wondering what it was all for.

"Which college are you thinking about? No, wait, let me guess: BYU."

Gideon laughed again. The chances of one of the Barton kids attending any school other than BYU were slim.

His
twin sister, Hannah approached. It was astonishing to realize how much
she resembled her mother. I didn't want to sexualize her, but she was
18, and in the Mormon faith, some girls her age have two children by
this point.

"The Bishop was asking for you." Hannah said with a warm smile. Gideon waved off and went back to the diving board.

It always amazed me that the Bartons referred to him as The Bishop, rather than dad or father.

"Me? Why?"

"He didn't say.” Then she changed the subject; “Hey, do you know the Kristensons? The two oldest sons?"

"Buck and Hank, yeah. Buck was my year."

"Could you introduce me to him? I know him kinda, from the temple, but you and he were friends."

"Of course. If that's what you want. Buck's a little wild, though."

"Hey, I can be wild too," she fired back with a devilish grin.

Naturally, that would be the moment Amanda would walk up.

"Excuse me, young lady," her mother glared.

Hannah turned beet red.

"I'm wild about skiing, too, Hannah. Too bad I'll be back at school when the mountains get snow."

Hannah smiled, appreciative of my giving cover to her story. She left, leaving me with Mrs. Barton.

"What did I tell you about talking to Hannah?"

"She was talking to me, " I said defensively. "Look, this isn't a good idea. I'm going to leave, Okay?"

Mrs. Barton looked at me and I could see she felt bad.

"I'm
sorry. I've been rude to you. It's just that I'm under all this
pressure, and I've got you and The Bishop, and then I have to wrangle
all my kids. I took a Xanax and I'm waiting for it to kick in."

"Hey, you're truly incredible. I mean, really incredible. I just don't understand how you do it."

"It's because I care too much. I like to please people.

"Well, you sure know how to please me."

I then tensed up and looked around to ensure no one heard that comment.

She gently touched my arm and gave it a slow, sensual rub. From her touch, I could tell she wanted to be in our bed in my house.

"I'm going to head out," I whispered.

She looked around and then leaned toward me.

"Follow me."

She started walking toward the car barn, and I followed.

The
Bishop had built the car barn to house his collection of cars, cars he
felt promoted his masculinity. The barn housed seven vehicles and the
family's Gulfstream trailer. I immediately spotted something special: a
19 75 green Ford Bronco in mint condition.

"Wow, is this what you wanted to show me? It's great. Look at the condition. This is wonderful."

She leaned on the hood of the vehicle like a car show girl.

"Want to see something even better?" She asked.

She
didn't wait for me to respond and turned so she was facing the front of
the vehicle. She leaned forward, and her skirt hiked up slightly, but
not enough to reveal anything. Reaching back and she flipped it up
revealing her soft white ass.

"You wore the red lingerie," I said with a smile.

"That's
not all," she replied as she put her thumbs in the bands of her panties
and pulled them down to reveal her bare ass punctuated by the bedazzled
handle of the ass plug sticking out of her clench.

I stood there in awe of this woman.

"All day. Just for you," she purred.

She
tipped further forward and pushed from her core; her anus dilated
slightly revealing some of the gold toy. She then relaxed, and her tight
ring sealed around the stem, keeping the toy where the sun doesn't
shine.

"Oh my God. How does it feel?"

"Full,
I feel wonderful, but full. It's the big one. I had a spontaneous
orgasm about an hour ago. I was sitting there, and it hit me when I was
talking to Sara Carlton. She asked if I was Okay."

"You're better than Okay. You're amazing."

I
knew it was time to leave. I also knew that what we were doing was
against our own rules, but she remained bent over the Bronco, with her
white ass glowing, punctuated by the jeweled handled of the ass plug and
below that a drop of dew forming on her backpussy. I had been in her
snatch so many times with fingers, my face and my cock, yet at this
moment I want her more than ever.

"Make it fast," she whispered.

Game fucking on!

I
had my cock in hand in seconds. It felt bigger than ever. But then
again, I'd never had an LDS mom lying on the hood of her husband's car,
in his garage, beckoning me to take her from behind.

My
cock was coated with her wetness the moment I pressed it against her
slit. I slid in fast and deep. The sensation of my cock and her stuffed
rectum was overwhelming, and she let out a whispering groan. I set a
rapid pace, and she responded with gentle signs of pleasure each time I
thrust inward. Her wetness increased and her pussy made loud slurps as
it swallowed my cock.

My
eyes were locked on her stretched hole, which fought to retain the toy.
She put her hands back, grasping her ass cheeks pulling them wide to
give me an incredible view of my cock entering her pussy clean and
coming out of her coated in glistening wetness.

I
decided to change things up, then pulled my cock out, dropped to my
knees and planted my face in her back pussy to let my tongue give my
cock a short break.

"We don't have time for you to;"

She never finished her sentence my tongue darted across her dangling clit.

"Oh, that motherfucking tongue of yours."

I
needed to get my cock back inside her because she was talking up a
filthy storm and it would probably only take one more "motherfucker" for
me to blow my lode.

I
stood and pushed my cock in hard and fast, surprising her. Her body
reacted, her core responded as I began to pump her pussy. In our
heightened state and the relaxation brought on by her Xanax, we were