Matt smiled to himself as he thought about choir practice. The only reason he'd agreed to join the choir was because Becky had promised that tonight was the night they could have a little fun in bed. Matt had been so grateful that he'd wanted to do something nice for her in return. If attending choir practice meant that he'd get the chance to fuck Becky, he'd sing his lungs out gladly. Choir practice had been kind of fun in a strange sort of way. At least something unexpected had occurred. Luke had happened to be watching Gloria King when she went though the stacks of music in the choir cupboard and he'd noticed the way her skirt had caught as she lifted the music books. Then he had seen the way she'd allowed Reverend Luke to stare at her legs for a long moment before she pulled down her skirt. That had been very interesting.
Matt didn't think that Reverend Luke would do anything except stare but at least it proved that even the most proper Christians had a healthy interest in sex. Matt hadn't mentioned the incident to Becky. She probably wouldn't have believed him anyway. Rebecca thought the sun rose and set in Reverend Luke. He was like some sort of God to her and nothing could change her opinion of the handsome minister. Matt had different ideas. Of course Reverend Luke wouldn't do anything but look. He had the most beautiful wife imaginable but Matt bet that the reverend dropped his holy look when he went home to Judith. Judith Wellington was the sexiest woman Matt had ever seen and he was sure that Reverend Luke was just as human as the next guy once he drew the drapes in the parsonage.
Matt chuckled out loud as he heard Becky in the shower singing "Rock of Ages" in her somewhat uncertain soprano voice. He looked down at the bulge his hard cock made under the covers and patted it fondly. He was as hard as the "Rock of Ages" tonight. He just hoped that Becky wouldn't forget her promise to have some fun in bed tonight. Matt knew that Becky didn't much care for her marital duties but he was desperate. Fucking Becky wasn't all that great but Matt wasn't the kind of man to fool around on the side like so many men did. Take Gloria King's husband Joe, for instance. Everyone knew that Joe messed around with other women. Matt didn't want to be unfaithful to Becky like Joe was to Gloria. That wasn't any real solution.
Matt sighed impatiently and patted the little tent his cock made under the sheets. Becky was just finishing the third stanza of her hymn and the sound of rushing water abruptly ceased. It was about time! Matt's prick was getting stiffer and larger by the minute. Becky had better be in the mood tonight or he'd poke a hole right through this damned expensive mattress.
Rebecca Hendricks examined her body closely in the bathroom mirror. She looked attractive with her flushed face and her glowing skin. Maybe marriage to Matt was good for her. At least everyone in the church women's group seemed to think so. It made Becky's pretty face blush with pride every time. Reverend Luke complimented her on her glowing appearance. She was making a success of her marriage and Becky knew that the secret of her happiness was clean living.
Rebecca sighed in resignation as she wrapped her moist, soft curves in a big, fluffy bath towel. She supposed that Matt was still awake. She'd been putting him off for the last week and she couldn't very well make another excuse for tonight. Reverend Luke had preached on submitting to one's husband last Sunday and Rebecca always took everything Reverend Luke said to heart. Even though she didn't understand how the Good Lord could say such a thing, the scriptures were very explicit about the duties of a wife. She'd hide her distaste and let Matt have his way tonight. It was her Christian duty, after all.
Matt was sitting up in bed when Becky opened the door. Her eyes dropped immediately to the hard bulge under the covers and she stifled a groan. Then she fixed her face in a submissive smile and reached for her nightgown.
"You won't need that tonight, honey," Matt grinned, patting the bed beside him. "Remember what you said?"
"Uh… yes. Yes, Matt. Of course I do," Becky replied, doing her best to sound happy about it. "Just let me set the alarm and I'll be with you in a minute."
Matt noticed the flicker of distaste on his wife's pretty face and he pressed his lips together firmly to keep his true feelings hidden. Rebecca was a good wife in every other way. Even though she flunked miserably in the sex department, Matt loved her. Sometimes he felt like a fool trying to warm up a block of ice, but he was determined to succeed one of these nights. He supposed he had his faults too and Becky did try to cooperate.
"Mmmmm, you smell good," Matt said as Becky shut off the lights and climbed into bed. He felt his cock throb mightily as her breast brushed against his arm.
"It must be that new soap I'm using," Becky whispered, holding her body rigid. She tried to relax but the nearness of Matt's body under the covers made her shiver. She just hated this part of marriage but she had to take care not to let Matt know just how upset it made her. She wanted to be a good, Christian wife and if sex was part of it, she'd do her very best.
"Come here, honey," Matt whispered, pulling her close to him. He felt his cock salute smartly as her soft, warm titties mashed up against his hairy chest. He could feel her trembling and he smiled a little. Maybe she'd warm up a little tonight. Maybe tonight he could break through that baffler of ice and turn her into a real woman.
Rebecca started reciting the twenty-third Psalm silently the moment Matt's big hands touched her quivering breasts. She'd found out that she could bear the whole shameful act better if she kept her mind firmly on other matters. It was hard to concentrate with Matt's strong fingers grasping the plump little nubs of her nipples but she made a real effort. Her lips moved, silently mouthing the words of the memorized psalm while his fingers grasped and rubbed, making her body tinge with an evil excitement.
He leadeth me down the paths of righteousness, Becky recited frantically. These were definitely not paths of righteousness. The little blazing trails Matt was creating with his fingers weren't in the least bit righteous. They were sinful and she fought to keep her nipples from feeling like pinpoints of fiery pleasure.
Matt's hands were moving now, slowly toward their goal. He spread her trembling legs and touched the curly sparse hair on her pussy mound. The little tongues of flame crept slowly lower until Becky's body was shuddering spastically. She'd never had this much trouble keeping her emotions under control before. She tried to think of the fires of Hell that would await her if she enjoyed this humiliating act. She could feel those fires burning brightly. They were heating hers tingling nipples and traveling down her whole body to rest right at the spot of the most temptation. The fires of Hell were making her pussylips burn and spread out widely, coating her whole trembling cuntal slit with a gush of molten cream.
"Ooooooh!" Becky moaned, desperately trying to wrench her mind back to the holy scriptures. "Oooooh, God!"
Matt was so shocked he almost froze. He recovered quickly though and resumed sliding his fingers to the moist parted slit of Becky's pussy. She'd never acted like this before. Her body was trembling and Matt felt like laughing right out loud in excitement. At last Becky was starting to respond to his caresses.
Rebecca felt Matt's fingers probe and slide in her moist, heated pussy groove. She forced her mind back to the Bible but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember the next line of the psalm. Her body was betraying her and it was the work of the Devil. No wonder so many people fell from the straight and narrow when the temptations of the flesh felt this shudderingly wonderful.