"Ooooooh, Jesus!" he groaned, looking up at Gloria and chuckling again. "I think we just gave Rebecca the shock of her life. I just hope she wasn't coming in for marriage counseling. Poor Matt'll never hear the last of it."
"You… you mean you're not mad at me?" Gloria squeaked, still unable to believe that he was laughing about it. "It was all my fault. I just wanted to keep you out of the parsonage… oooooh!"
Gloria covered her mouth with her hand and gazed at Reverend Luke with the expression of a kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar.
"That's probably where Rebecca's headed right now," Luke chuckled. "She'll run right over there and tell Judith, sure as anything."
"Oooooh, no!" Gloria wailed. Then she started to giggle lustily. "She's in for another shock then," the choir leader finally managed to say. "I was just trying to keep you from finding out, but Matt's over at the parsonage doing the same thing we were just doing!"
"Oooooooh, Jesus!" Luke groaned, shaking his head. "You're kidding. No? You're not kidding? Oooooooh, poor Rebecca!"
"Aren't you upset?" Gloria gasped, blinking rapidly. "I mean… Matt and your wife and everything?"
"I guess I should be, but the whole thing's just funny right now," Luke grinned. "I'd love to see the expression on Rebecca's face when she finds Matt with Judith."
"That's not so hard to arrange," Gloria offered, winking at the amused minister. "I had a bird's eye view from your picture window. Let's hurry up and dress so we won't miss it!"
CHAPTER NINE
When Rebecca raced out of the church she was so shocked and horrified that she couldn't think straight. She wished that Matt were home so she could ask him what to do. Matt was gone though, and she'd just have to trust her own judgment. Someone should be told about this, that much was certain. It was hard to believe that only minutes ago she had been intending to see Reverend Luke to ask him what to do about her own marital problems.
"Ooooooh," Rebecca sighed weakly, gazing toward the parsonage. Then she began to smile in a determined sort of way. There was one proper thing to do in a circumstance like this and she was going to do it. She'd tell Judith exactly what her sinful husband was doing. It was only right that Judith should know about Reverend Luke's terrible behavior.
As Rebecca walked around the corner to the parsonage, she was filled with righteous indignation. Imagine the nerve of Reverend Luke and that hussy, Gloria King! Both of them ought to be banished from the church. Reverend Luke was leading his flock astray and Gloria King certainly didn't deserve to be choir director after this shocking episode. The horrible memory of Gloria sifting right on top of Reverend Luke's cock made Rebecca shake with disgust.
If Rebecca had been a little calmer, she might have seen her husband's car parked outside the parsonage on the side street. She wasn't seeing anything clearly though. All she could think about was telling Judith the horrible details and letting the poor innocent minister's wife cry on her capable shoulders. It was really a pity that Judith couldn't stay in the parsonage but she was married to Reverend Luke and the minister certainly had to go. Perhaps the church board could find another place for Judith to live if she wanted to stay in town. It wasn't Judith's fault that her sinful husband had wronged her.
Rebecca stood at the front door of the parsonage for a long time before she rang the doorbell. She wanted to plan out exactly what she was going to say. Finally she rang the doorbell and waited, her hands folded together in a quick prayer for the right words to use when she told Judith about the whole disgusting thing.
After a few moments, Rebecca realized that no one was answering her ring. She pressed the buzzer again and waited, but still no one came. She could hear voices from inside but they were too faint to understand. Perhaps the doorbell was out of order.
Rebecca walked slowly around to the back door and knocked loudly. Still no one came. She turned the knob and walked in heading toward the living room.
"Judith?" she called out. "Judith? It's me Rebecca! I have to talk to you for a minute!"
"Ooooooh, Jesus!" a groan came from the living room. It was Matt's voice. Rebecca recognized it immediately. He sounded strange though and she hurried toward the sound. What was Matt doing in the parsonage and why was he swearing so strangely?
"Oh, my GOD!" Rebecca shrieked, standing in the doorway and swaying as if she were going to faint. Matt was lying on the floor naked and the head was buried between Judith's legs!
Rebecca didn't hesitate an instant as soon as she saw what Matt was doing. She picked up a vase from the table and flung it wildly at both of them. Then she whirled around and ran sobbing from the room.
"Huh?" Matt gasped, raising his head from the shuddering heat of Judith's pussy and staring at the broken remnants of the vase. It hadn't even come close to him.
"That was Becky!" he gasped. "Oooooh, shit… now I'm in big trouble."
"At least Luke wasn't with her," Judith sighed, shaking her head slowly. "Then we would have been in even bigger trouble."
"Oh, I don't know about that!" a deep voice answered from the window. "I'm here and the view's just fine!"
"Luke!" Judith screamed, trying to cover herself with her hands. "Ooooooh, no!"
"Hi, Matt!" Gloria called out. "I'm sure glad you had this little talk with Judith. I can see you accomplished a lot."
There was a flurry of frenzied motion while Gloria and Luke walked around to the back door. When they came into the living room Judith and Matt were completely dressed and both of them looked as white as sheets.
"Oh relax, will you?" Luke chuckled. "Gloria and I are in trouble too. Rebecca just caught us fucking in the church office."
"Where do you think Rebecca'll go next?" Gloria asked, beginning to smile.
"Well… she won't go home," Matt gasped. "I… I think she'll go talk to Joe. What else can she do?"
"Great!" Gloria giggled. "Then I know just what to do. This may turn out just fine if I can get hold of Joe before she does."
"You and Reverend Luke?" Joe hollered. "What?" He listened for a moment and then he started to grin. "Well… I'll be damned!" he laughed. "You're all over there now, huh?" There was another pause and Joe chuckled again. "I can do it, all right," he promised. "But remember, I get the first crack at your virgin ass as my reward!"
CHAPTER TEN
"You don't say!" Joe breathed, trying his best to look shocked and horrified. "How disgusting! Why, you poor girl… just look at the way your hands are shaking. Let me get you a glass of brandy to warm you up."
"Oh, thank you," Rebecca said, clasping her trembling hands together. "But, Joe… I don't drink. I don't believe in imbibing strong beverages."
"That's a good idea," Joe said, patting Rebecca's shoulder in a kindly manner and hiding his grin as best he could. "This isn't really a normal situation though, Rebecca. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if you caught a chill from all this shock. Even doctors recommend brandy for a chill. I'll just pour you a little glass and you can sip it."
"Well…" Rebecca paused, trying to decide what to do. She'd never had a drink in her life but it was true that brandy had medicinal properties when taken in careful moderation. "All right, Joe," she agreed, attempting a smile. "Perhaps you're right. It's true that I'm shaking all over."
"Of course you're shaking." Joe exclaimed, handing her a double shot of straight brandy. "Now sip it slowly, dear. It might burn a little going down, but it'll warm you up."
Rebecca raised the glass to her lips and took a tentative swallow. Then she made a face and shook her head. "It's awful!" she gasped. "I'm sorry, but I'll never be able to drink this, Joe."
"Just pretend it's medicine," Joe smiled. "Hold your nose and drink it straight down. I certainly wouldn't want to hear you'd gotten sick on top of everything else."