The Bishop’s Hotwife: Part 4

Asking forgiveness instead of permission.

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

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"Saturday, Caleb has a soccer tournament all afternoon, and Sunday, oh, I know how much you love Sundays."

Yes, I did, and she could see my eyes light up.

"Tell
you what, you come to church with us, we'll take the crew to Sonic for
lunch and then home; I'm pretty sure I can be plastic balls deep in your
ass by two."

She was so matter of fact about this.

"So, church?"

I
didn't want to go to church with her and the family, but there was a
certain wicked allure to attending services, knowing I'd be feasting on
her later in the day.

"Can't I just wait for you until after church?"

"If you're there with us, I know I'll be sweating just a little more than usual."

She knew my kinks far too well. I couldn't resist her Sunday savor and quickly agreed.

This
strange conversation was made even stranger as she was now scheduling
me to attend church with her, then the exact time she would sodomize me.
Salvation and sin in a single afternoon.

I
didn't have to say yes, she knew I'd be there from the reaction of my
cock that began to thicken rapidly. She gently stroked it and looked at
it.

"You're
right, seven and a half inches. Would you be a dear and get the coconut
oil and that big ass plug from the bedside table?"

"Now?"

"If
I'm going to shove seven inches up your cute bottom tomorrow, it's only
fair you should shove your seven and a half inches up mine today."

"You mean; ?"

She bit her lip in a sensuous way and rolled over presenting her ass to me.

I move quickly to the side table, my breath quickening.

"You're sure?"

"I've been waiting for you to knock at my back door for a while. That Gideon thing really put a damper on our progress."

We
had done just about everything else we could this summer, and now she
was offering me her ass. Of course there was a price, my ass in
exchange.

I
and been fingers deep, I had probed with my tongue, pressed my cock on
that pink knot of door and had surrendered to the notion it wasn't going
to happen, but now she was granting me entry.

I found the coconut oil and the large ass plug and returned to her. She met me with a gentle kiss.

"Here's what I want you to do. Put that in me. All the way"

She
rolled over so she was face down, then took several pillows and shoved
them under her tummy, so she was tilted down with her ass up. Relaxing,
she and opened her legs, a trickle of my cum leaked from her pussy to my
pillow covers.

I
approached her gently, smearing the soft coconut oil on her. The room
was chilly enough that the oil was semi-solid, the consistency of soft
butter. When it contacted her sealed puckernut, her body heat turned it
to liquid in an instant. I wiped more on, gently poking into her tight
ring with my forefinger. I pushed into the first knuckle and could tell
she was receptive to what was to come.

I took the large plug and pushed it against her ass. I was tentative, not wanting to bring any pain.

"You can go harder."

With
her permission I pushed again, and her anus dilated, opening a small
gape, but that was all I needed and fed the pointed end inside to trap
her muscles open.

Another
push and her anus widened with remarkable ease. At its widest this ass
plug was thicker than my cock so I was confident she could accommodate
me.

When her anus was opened to its zenith, the plug was half in and half out, a push could reject it. A pull could accept it.

Her
muscles took over, a gentle squeeze and a pull the entire ass plug was
swallowed the plug sealing shut with gentle fart sound, leaving only the
jeweled handle showing.

"You've been practicing," I whispered.

"I know you want to cum in my ass," she whispered, "do you have condoms?"

"Really? We need condoms?"

"You can cum in my ass inside a condom. But then you have to put the contents into my cunt."

I didn't have to ask why. She had made it perfectly clear all summer where my sperm had to end.

"No, I don't have any."

"Go to my house. Bedside table, right side, under a booklet of evening prayers. There are some there."

"You want me to go to your house for condoms?"

"No one is home. Go now while I let this toy relax my muscles. Hurry."

I sat up and thought about this.

"This is nuts."

"I want this for you," she whispered. "The backdoor is open."

I
assumed she meant the backdoor to her house, but either way, I jumped
up, threw on some sweats, and hurried out of my house to the bushes
separating our two homes.

I
looked around; no one was in sight, so I dashed for the back door. It
was open. Inside, I hurried up the stairs, searching for the master
bedroom.

Once I arrived, I approached the bed, opened the bedside table, and saw a metal liquor flask.

I
then realized I was on the wrong side of the bed, so I jumped over to
the right side, opened the drawer, shuffled through some religious
materials, and found several condoms. I took one, shut the drawer, then
opened it again and took two more. Why settle for one and done?

I gazed at the enormous bed and envisioned Mandy in it with The Bishop. That diminished some of the excitement.

But
then I noticed her clothes hamper and lifted the top. Several pairs of
her LDS garments were calling to me. I grabbed a pair and inhaled that
scent that drove me wild. In seconds, I was back on track. I held on to
the panties, stuffing them into my pocket to enjoy later, and I sprinted
back to my house.

Stashing
the garment in a kitchen drawer, I wondered who I had become. Two
months ago, if you had told me I'd be having an affair with the woman
next door and now be stealing her used underwear, I would have laughed.
But that was me now; and I didn't mind at all.

I walked into the bedroom holding the condoms like a trophy.

Mandy
was on the bed, on her knees, facing away from me. I think she had been
in this position since I left, enjoying the expansion in her rectum.

Her hands were on her thighs just below where her ass cheeks met her legs. She was holding her ass cheeks open wide.

The ass plug handle was glaring at me.

I
just stood there as she began to push. Her ass flexed and the ass plug
pushed out then quickly retreated back in. She did it again, and again.
Each time the plug came further out, widening her tight brown ring with
each push.

"Can you push it out, or should I pull it?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Push it out," I said. Goddam I wanted to see this.

She
bent forward and placed her hands on her thighs to catch her breath.
She resumed pushing, letting out a small moan with each push. From this
view I could see her long pussy lips hanging below her, thick from her
lust.

She
was both putting on a show to please me and training her body to obey
her commands, rather than nature's instructions. So, I practiced the
virtue of patience.

She
gripped her cheeks and gave a strong push, the egg-shaped toy crowned.
She gave another push, and it popped out, followed by a small rush of
fouled coconut oil that had been trapped inside. There was a little
noise, half air, half wetness.

Then
her asshole closed and quickly opened again. She flexed her core, and
it remained open like a small mouth, fixed to whistle, ready for me to
enter.

She
had a penchant for doggy style, something I realize other women liked
as well. I always felt self-conscious in this position, because it felt
so dominant, and I wasn't sure if that was my sexual personality; until
this summer when Mandy assured me, she was mine to do with as I wanted. I
grew to love the control doggy style gave me over her.

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