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  Something different happened that night.

  Instead of slipping out of her and rolling onto my side of the bed, I stayed inside Faith and she kept her arms wrapped around my chest, clinging to me with her legs.

  We nearly fell asleep like that and I felt that this must surely be what was meant when two become one.

  We both slept heavily that night and I do not recall having any dreams.

  Little did I know that in the next day, my wonderful troubles would begin.

  Chapter 4

  It was in the blistering heat of the noonday sun that Faith and I arrived at the small, white parish where I was to begin my ministry.

  I had been in correspondence with a Mr. Samuel Jones, the deacon at Scramonston parish, about the details of my employ there but we had never met.

  When a large green Cadillac pulled up and a large, black gentleman in a very well-kept but hot-looking suit stepped out, I will confess that I was a little shocked. He swung the door shut, grinned widely at us revealing white teeth that were stark contrast to his dark skin, and walked up to the church steps where we were waiting.

  “Reverend Caldwell?” he asked, extending a muscled paw.

  “Mr. Jones,” I said, shaking his hand. He had a powerful grip and I knew immediately by his firm handshake that I would like the man. However, my face must have betrayed at least some of my confusion.

  “Is everything alright?” he asked, furrowing his brow and stepping away.

  Now I am not one to beat about the bush. “Everything is absolutely fine, Mr. Jones,” I replied, “but I will admit to you honestly that I didn’t expect you would be black and please let me explain the reason for my…”

  Samuel Jones smiled, chuckled, then held up a hand stopping me in mid-sentence. “There is no need to explain yourself,” he said. “I’m well aware that it’s odd that a black congregation would hire a white minister, especially around these parts. But I assure you, we have had white ministers in the past. In fact, all of the ministers of this parish for as long as I can remember, have been white.”

  “Oh?” I said. “How many ministers have you had since you’ve been in the congregation?”

  Samuel looked like he couldn’t be too much older than thirty and it seemed unusual that there would be that many ministers in his lifetime.

  “Oh, don’t worry, Reverend,” he said, still chuckling. “We don’t chase them away on purpose!”

  I’ll admit to becoming a bit flustered by what he’d said. “I wasn’t saying that…”

  “No, no! I’m sorry! That was a rude joke,” he said, waving away my worry that I’d said something wrong. “You see, we’re a small congregation here at Scramonston and we generally attract young preachers, such as yourself. Once they have some experience, they tend to move on to greater things. As I’m sure you know the compensation is modest, though comfortable for these parts. In any regard, I think that you will find all of our congregation to be quite friendly. I know they are all very eager to welcome you here at the church!”

  While his friendly manner did put me at ease, I could not ignore the tightening feeling in my stomach. It took a moment but I pinpointed the reason for it thanks to him.

  Samuel Jones turned to Faith who was standing by my side. For a very brief moment his smile grew wider and I saw the greedy flicker in his eyes.

  I almost missed it. He did conceal it quite cleverly by a quick cough into his fist. The distraction almost worked, but not quite.

  Right after the cough his eyes skittered down Faith’s supple frame, pausing at all her softest places.

  It was the natural reaction that all men had to my beautiful wife.

  My natural reaction came next. I sank into my deep, dark place.

  The guilty pleasure flooded through me once again as my mind flooded with the filthiest perversions.

  Faith laying naked on her back.

  Faith’s legs unfolding in welcome.

  Faith’s nipples hardening.

  Mr. Samuel Jones forcing his fat, veiny cock into her pink hole. The hole that was meant for me.

  Mr. Samuel Jones filling Faith with hot seed.

  “William?” Once again Faith’s voice shook me from my stupor and I realized what had happened. They had shaken hands, exchanged pleasantries. The whole time I had stared at him, those vile imaginings hardening my shaft. I shook my head to clear it.

  Samuel chuckled again. “It’s more than likely this heat,” he said, noticing the sweat on my brow. “Why don’t we step inside. There is no air conditioning but at least we’ll be out of the sun.”

  I nodded and turned to walk up the stairs but just before I did, I saw Samuel reach out and gently touch Faith’s arm to lead her up.

  Her reaction nearly made me faint.

  The slightest gasp escaped her as she glanced down at where his fingers had touched her skin. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating.

  If I hadn’t been watching her like a hawk eyeing his prey I would have missed the tiniest tremble of her lip.

  I nearly stumbled into the church. How on earth would I be able to perform my duties here with this distraction?

  Inside the church was warm but at least we were out of the sun, as Samuel had said. He led the two of us around on a brief tour before finishing back at the doors.

  It was a simple building with a modest pulpit and wooden pews. In almost all ways it was exactly the way I had envisioned beginning my service. All ways except one.

  As Samuel made small talk with Faith I watched her smile and nod. A strange fear crept through me. Did she look different? Was she acting differently with him? Was she usually this open? Did she smile this much? Was I imagining that she kept looking down his body, her eyes raking over his thick frame the way his had over her?

  You’re being crazy, William! Snap out of it!

  I did. I did my best to smile and nod at their conversation even as more and more panic gripped me. After a few more pleasantries, Faith asked if she could use the restroom and Samuel pointed her down the stairs to the basement.

  She excused herself and soon the two of us were standing alone.

  “Well,” Samuel began, “I think that about sums it up. Tomorrow is Saturday and some of the other members of the congregation and I thought it might be nice if you would join our picnic? Did you see the lake just north of town? We picnic there on Saturday’s. We thought it would be a nice way to introduce ourselves before the first service on Sunday?”

  What was I to do?

  The beach?

  “I…I…certainly,” I finally managed, though I barely got the words out. All I could think about was what Faith would wear to the beach and what Mr. Samuel Jones would be wearing.

  “Wonderful,” he purred, smiling widely and rubbing his hands together. “Just wonderful. We’re all very excited to have you. I think you’ll fit right in.”

  Faith emerged from the downstairs a moment later. She walked towards us and smiled a pleasant smile. I was about to suggest we leave when she spoke. “Samuel, I found one of the doors downstairs locked before I found the bathroom. Is there something special in that room?”

  Samuel smiled. “Oh, yes. That’s a little recreation room. We have our weekly meetings in there.” The smile faded as he patted the pockets of his suit. “Oh, I seem to have forgotten the key. Would it be alright if I showed you some other time?”

  “Of course!” Faith replied, nodding. “I was just curious, that’s all.”

  Samuel nodded back. “Well, I’m sure you’ve both got a lot of packing to do. If you don’t have any more questions…”

  “No. No more questions,” I replied, my mouth going dry.

  “Wonderful.” He raised his hand towards the door.

  Faith climbed into the car and I shut the door behind her.

  Samuel Jones stood on the steps of the church watching us go. He waved. “Wonderful to meet you!” he called out. “And we’ll see you tomorrow at the beach!”

  I winced. I’d alrea
dy begun scheming, trying to find a way to excuse myself from the event without telling Faith about it at all. Now I would have to come up with something more elaborate to weasel out. I waved and forced a smile.

  As we pulled out onto the street Faith turned to me. “Beach?” she asked.

  I smiled weakly. “Church picnic,” I explained. “They invited us.”

  Once again something changed in Faith. She sat up a little straighter in her seat. “Oh,” she remarked. “Well that will be lovely, won’t it?”

  I nodded but could think of only one thing.

  What had I done?

  Chapter 5

  “You’re going to do what?” Faith had a note of panic in her voice at what I’d said.

  I had a twisting panic screaming inside me, one that blocked out the rational voices in my mind. I struggled to control the shake in my voice as I spoke. “I’m going to resign.”

  Her face contorted further in confusion, disappointment and fear. “William what are you talking about?!? You’re starting to scare me! Please! Tell me what’s wrong?”

  Staring into her beautiful blue eyes only paralyzed me further as those vicious thoughts flooded through my mind. I did my best to push them out and focus on the task I’d set for myself.

  I could not be the preacher to a black congregation. Not with this perversion that I carried. How could I? How could I manage that?

  But, of course, there was also the question of how could I not?

  We were in debt because of the house we’d just bought. There had been various fees associated with closing the sale and I had a small amount of debt from my time at the seminary. With no money and no other immediate prospects there really was little I could do besides move home to my parents or to Faith’s. But I knew I couldn’t really do that.

  We are men of God, but we are men.

  Faith’s father’s words rang in my mind and for a moment I settled into an oasis of calm.

  You can do this, William.

  With Faith standing stunned in front of me, I knew that I had to act like the man I was. Just because I felt a certain way did not mean I had to act on it. I could call on my will and the Lord to help me resist these terrible temptations.

  I shook my head, trying to shake out both the lewd images which still presented themselves and my own fear at trying to tackle this demon.

  The realization came suddenly. In fact, this would be the perfect place to do such a thing, to grab this horned devil of lust and exorcise him once and for all. Hope filled the emptiness my fear had created and I took a deep breath and touched Faith’s arm. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

  “William, there’s no reason to be sorry I just don’t understand,” she said, her voice cracking.

  I had scared her and for that I felt terrible. “I think…it must be some sort of jitters. Nervousness at beginning the job. I let it get the better of me.”

  Faith frowned and shook her head, unconvinced.

  I couldn’t blame her. I wasn’t normally this dramatic or flighty.

  “So you’re not going to do it? We’re going to stay here, right?”

  Her question made me feel even worse about what I’d said. She was, after all, unemployed herself and completely dependant on me.

  What a coward I’d been in letting this demon get the better of me and worrying her! “Faith,” I said calmly, squeezing her arm, “I do mean this. I’m sorry. I promise this was just a bit of stage fright. I spoke before I had thought things through. I’m sorry I worried you.”

  The concern eased in her expression. She sighed.

  My eyes drifted to the way her beautiful breasts heaved with her breath.

  “Alright. If you’re sure?” she asked.

  “I’m sure. I mean it. I’m very sorry.”

  “It’s alright, William. It’s alright.” She touched my arm and squeezed me back. Her pleasant smile returned and excitement flickered back into her eyes. “Why don’t we go see if we have something to wear to the beach?” she asked.

  The bottom fell out of my stomach even as I forced a smile. “Of course,” I managed, though the air had left my lungs.

  Faith bounced up and down, clapped her hands together, spun around, then bounded up the stairs taking two at a time.

  I trudged along behind her steeling myself against the panic that threatened to overwhelm me once more. When I walked into the bedroom, I could barely believe my eyes.

  Faith stood in the middle of the room in nothing more than her underwear.

  My cock surged to life at the sight of her glorious curves and soft, fleshy parts. She was bent over digging through a box, presumably searching for a suitable outfit.

  I gazed at her, stupefied by her sudden lack of shame. Was she really so excited by the prospect of going to the beach that she had forgotten all modesty?

  When she stood up and turned around I could not bring myself to avert my eyes.

  She gasped and covered her mouth, as if suddenly remembering that I was there and that she was only in her underthings. The air in the room seemed to freeze as another new moment passed between us. We gazed into each other’s eyes.

  “I’m…I’m sorry, I…” Faith shook her head. “I forgot you were coming and…oh William, I’m just so excited about the beach!” Her hands moved to cover her breasts and crotch, drawing my eyes to those parts of her body.

  As my cock filled with blood a pride surged from deep within me. Modesty be damned. This was my wife! If I wanted to look at her, I had every right to. “Faith,” I said, stepping towards her, “you are so beautiful.” I stopped right in front of her and ran a hand down her bare arm.

  She looked away but her body reacted in the way I’d hoped it would. Her chest rose, protruding towards me and the muscles in her legs tightened, rounding out her bottom. “William, we shouldn’t…”

  “And why not?” I asked, emboldened by the pride and protectiveness of her I felt. “It’s not written that a man can only have his wife at night.”

  “William!” she exclaimed. But her shock only served to excite me even more.

  I reached up and pulled one strap of her bra so it fell down her arm.

  Faith tightened her arms around her vulnerable parts. “William!” She sounded scared but not entirely.

  I pushed ahead, leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. Her shudder sprang my cock to full hardness.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind the question presented itself. Or perhaps it was the front of my mind and I was no longer thinking with that part. What had happened to make Faith so excited about the beach that she had torn her clothes off as she searched for a bathing suit?

  The part of my mind I was thinking with had no interest in that question at that moment, however. I trailed my lips above her collarbone until the touched the soft flesh of her neck. I let my tongue flick out and tasted her alabaster skin.

  Salty and a little bit sweet. Just like her pussy.

  “Oh, William,” she breathed, her stiff body softening under my kiss. The way she spoke my name was entirely different than how she’d said it just a few seconds before and it spurned me on.

  Her hands fell away from her body. Slowly at first. She took a deep breath as I kissed up the side of her neck and nibbled on her ear.

  I could barely contain my own excitement. My gambit had paid off! I had asserted myself and Faith was about to submit to my dominance. I reached down and began to unbuckle my belt still planting kisses along her neck.

  As her breath and pulse quickened I caught a faint whiff of the smell of her arousal. It seemed almost too good to be true. I enjoyed our night life the way it was but now my mind began peeling back the veneer of modesty and discretion surrounding it. A plethora of possibilities opened before me.

  Dropping my trousers and shorts I reached a hand between Faith’s thighs and pressed my fingers against her panties. They were sticky with damp. I yanked them down to the sound of another pleasing gasp from her and slid my fingers against
her drooling slit.

  Faith made a noise somewhere between a moan and a groan and let herself settle onto my hand so that her lips split open around my fingers with a filthy little slurping sound. She even went so far as to begin grinding a little on my hand, working my fingers towards her little button.

  My cock throbbed and jerked, stiff as an iron rod between my legs as my fingers drenched with the juices spilling from her core.

  Her eyes popped open and she stared at me and I believe that in that moment I would have done anything she asked, such was my connection with her. Her lips parted. She sucked in a breath and paused, poised on the edge of speech, then looked away and fell back from me a little, as if she’d changed her mind.

  “Faith?” I whispered. “What is it?”

  She shook her head slightly and I could tell that the veil of modesty I’d lifted was returning. She started to blush and hunch over, ashamed at standing in front of me in the nude.

  I couldn’t let the moment go. I pressed my fingers deeper into her pussy and at the same time kissed her neck again in an attempt at seducing her back into the mood.

  She relaxed. A whimper escaped her as my insistent fingers plied her insides.

  “Faith, I love you. I want to make you happy. Now tell me what it is you were going to say?” I leaned back and stared into her eyes again but kept working my fingers into her tight and slippery cunt.

  Her jaw dropped open, most likely at the lewdness of it but she didn’t protest. She started to speak again but stopped herself. “Oh, William, I can’t.”

  “You can,” I whispered next to her ear and twisted my fingers inside her.

  Another moan.

  “Faith, you can.”

  “Oh it’s just…” “What is it?”

  “It’s just I felt so good the other night. When you…

  “It’s alright, Faith. You can say it. There’s no shame in this,” I prodded her on, desperate to hear her filthiest desires. “We are man and wife. There’s no shame in it.”

  “When you did that thing…when you went…down there.” Her eyes darted to where my hand was disappearing between her legs.