Holiday Sex Chronicles - Having An Affair With My Pastor

I would like to share my story. I am from a big city in the Southern US and have attended the same church for over 20 years. During that time my church has grown from a tiny congregation to be one of the biggest in the state, a Megachurch, if you will.  Anyway, my husband and I have always been very active in our church, attending weekly services and participating in several ministries over the years. I enjoy church, but I don’t take it nearly as seriously as my husband. He is a faithful deacon and gives it everything he has, at the expense of our marriage. If he could he would be there every day of the week. We travel to church in separate cars on Sundays because he stays until the last event is done, which is sometimes as late as 10pm. He makes no time for me and when I try to initiate passionate moments between us he usually brushes me off, but he always finds time to spend with our two kids. I wouldn’t be surprised if he is having an affair.

Three years ago, our pastor’s oldest son, Ethan*, moved back down south from New York City. My, my, my, my, my he is a beautiful man. He began teaching my Sunday School section (my husband doesn’t attend with me due his deacon duties) and we struck up a friendly relationship almost immediately. He has a beautiful wife and they have invited us over for dinner on a few occasions. It was revealed shortly after that his wife’s father was diagnosed with cancer and they had moved back, in part, so that they could be close to him and assist in his care.

It has always been difficult for me to ignore how gorgeous Ethan is, no matter how many Bible verses I try to read. He is everything my husband is not. Ethan is tall and fit with an alpha personality, wealthy because of his father, and has this zest for life that draws me to him like a fly to s---. A year ago, during a Sunday dinner at his home with several church members, I opted to stay around his house after my husband decided to take the kids back to the church for an evening program (we took two cars as usual). We all engaged in fun conversation and even indulged in a little wine as the remaining guests trickled out over the next hour. Strangely enough, I had an inkling that Ethan was eyeing, as I caught his gaze on a few occasions, but I didn’t think much of it. Without the kids, I had nothing else to do so I stayed by as even Ethan’s wife left with their children to go check on her parents. Soon enough I realized I was the last remaining guest, so I began to gather my things to head home. As I leaned over to grab my purse, I felt a hand on my waist. Startled I turned around, to find Ethan standing behind me smiling.

He asked me to stick around and keep him company. His gaze was soft, and different than I had ever seen it before. I wasn’t drunk but was certainly a little tipsy from the two glasses of wine I had already drank. I remember it like it was yesterday. He pulled out a bottle of bourbon and asked if I wanted a glass, I asked for more wine instead. We sat at his kitchen table and drank and talked--and drank and talked some more. He detailed how his marriage was falling apart and how he felt completely neglected by his wife ever since her father’s illness began. He told me how he ate takeout alone most nights since no one in the house was cooking. He said he wanted to stay married but he was holding so much resentment at the way she seemed to put her parents completely ahead of him. I stayed away from talking much about my boring home life.

Before I knew it, it was 9pm. My husband texted me saying he was on the way home with the kids. I told him I was still at Ethan’s house but I didn’t mention that we were alone, I wasn’t ready to leave. I’m not sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that he allowed himself to be so vulnerable with me, but I was slightly aroused by the moment. I used my motherly wiles and took his hand and led him to a nearby couch. I sat down and put his head on my chest. He laughed--and then there was a moment of complete silence before he put his hand on my knee. My skirt rode up due to the way I was sitting, and he began working his way up my thigh…I stayed silent. He kept going…I didn’t stop him. Higher, higher…there was no confusion on either part as to what was happening. I felt the warmth of his hands on my panties, I was embarrassed at how wet I was by this point. Still no words spoken. He pressed his hands more firmly against my pussy while starting to kiss my neck. I grabbed his face and began kissing him on the lips, as I felt him slide my panties to the side and enter me with his fingers. I don’t want to get too graphic here, but we had the most amazing sex right there on the couch. Foreplay, missionary, doggy style…he finished after I rode him cowgirl style.

After he came he looked at me like he had made a huge mistake. I got my things and left not wanting to make matters worse. I thought we might never speak again until two days later he texted me. The texts escalated until he showed up to meet me in the parking garage by my job. I got into his SUV and rode him right in the backseat over my lunch break like we were teenagers. This became almost a regular thing, 2, 3, even 4 times a week. He has amazing stamina. Nobody has asked questions, nobody is suspicious…

About six months ago, our dear pastor, whom we love dearly and have become very close to, announced that he would be retiring on his 70th birthday from the church he started and that his son would take over. Today, Ethan is the head pastor of our church. Him taking this more public role scares me to death, especially considering our relationship and the state of his marriage. Yes, I know the ramifications that would follow being caught sleeping with such a high-profile man of God, but I’m not scared enough to stop…Now, I have the most unholy thoughts during church, thinking of Ethan’s naked, strong body as I watch him walk around the room teaching my class. Whenever I see him on the pulpit, I can’t shake the images of him nailing me in the back of his SUV. I am getting so hot just writing this. I have never experienced such a rush in my life. I feel like a slut, but I love every bit of it. It’s so liberating to act on my most private fantasies with a man who doesn’t judge me for it.

If noone knows, then it is our secret...

*Person's real name was not used in this story

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