Church Confessions - I Coveted The Pastor's Wife
As I write this confession, I pray that my covicious soul does not burn in hell for what I have done. I don’t know, but I have always been attracted to older women. When I was in high school, none of the girls my aged or even a little older appealed to me. Instead, I found fantasy with several of the teachers who were at least three times my age. I could easily relate better to older women, and the Pastor’s Wife was no different. As a matter of fact, she was the sole reason why I started to attend that church after driving by that Sunday morning and seeing her standing at the door and greeting people who were entering. “Damn!” I thought to myself. “That is one fine church lady.” I drove past the church the second morning and saw her again greeting the people that entered. I had to get to know her somehow. The third Sunday, I decided that going to church would definitely be on the agenda. I didn’t know what to wear because going to church and getting church clothes was the furthest from my mind. I slipped on a nicely fitted shirt and a fitted black jeans and a low ride sneakers. I made sure that my hair was well greased and that my cologne was worth dying for. I wanted her to notice me.
As I pulled up around the church, just as I expected, there she was, laughing and greeting with church members. I have to admit, I was a little nervous because I had never been to church and the day I decided to go was to get some lady. I parked and sat in the car a little to gather my momentum. I watch her as she shook hands, hugged and smiled. “That smile,” I thought to myself. She is gorgeous. She looked to be around 50 or a little over fifty years old. She was definitely twice my age. But she looked awesome, even better than many younger girls I knew. The streaks of grey hair blended lovely with her tone. Her smile was bright and purifying. All kinds of naughty thoughts began to rush through my lustful mind. I was breaking a few of the Ten Commandments and I was doing it at church, how ironic. I stepped out of my vehicle and began to walk slowly to the church door where she stood awaiting members. I was the only one entering at this time and her eyes quickly locked on in my direction. She gave a broad smile and I gave her the same.
“Hello, how are you?”
“Not as fine as you.” I replied.
I could see a little blush ran through her face as her cheeks flushed with a little red.
“Is this the first time to this church?”
“Yes, it is. As a matter of fact, it is the first time to any church. But I simply had to come to this one when I saw a beautiful angel standing at the door and welcoming everyone. That was just awesome.”
She stood there for about five seconds speechless, looked down at me and then looked up. And said.
“Thank you. Well, I am sure you will find even more angels when you step inside. My husband will be preaching a great ceremony today.”
“Husband?” I simply could not believe that she was the pastor’s wife. Oh my God I am so going to hell I thought to myself as I stepped in the church and sat at the furthest seat which was vacant. The church choir had begun to make a few noises on the stage. This was nothing I was used to as I was a leather jacket and rock on roll kind of guy.
Home With Madge
This music was putting me to sleep. But what kept my eyes open wa ehen I saw the Pastor’s wife on stage, she came out after the choir and sang her solo. Her voice was captivating and holy. I could imagine being with her, I mean really being with her. Her husband then came up and started his teachings. He spoke about workers of iniquity and agents of the devil who are amongst us trying to cause havoc within the church. Somehow I felt that this man was psychic and was talking about me as I sat in the church lusting. It was a long ceremony and I dozed off a couple times well until I finally fell asleep. Then I felt a hand began to tap on my shoulder.
“Hello, young man. Hello.”
As I looked up I say her standing over me with her husband by her side. I jumped up immediately and they both began laughing.
“I see that the word as brought you too much comfort.” Said the Pastor as he began to laugh again.
“So my wife tells me it’s your first church visit. Where are you from?”
“Well, I just live a bit out of town. I was looking for work and I saw the church and decided to stop by and get a little blessing.”
“That’s wonderful young fella. There is nothing wrong with seeking blessing. So what kind of work do you do?”
“Well, I am a skilled welder and I do Carpentry as well.”
“Oh my Lord. This must be a blessing in disguise.” Said the pastor.
“More like the devil in disguise.” I spoke in my mind.
“You see, me and my wife Madge has been looking to do a few cupboard repairs in the kitchen. But we had no time to go out and seek a carpenter to look at the job and give an estimate. But the thing is, I will be leaving the country in two days’ time my work will take me up into Africa for at least a week. Madge will be around though. I would love for you to come by tomorrow and look at it and give us a cost to do the repairs. Can you do that?”
“Sure, that’s no problem Sir.”
I looked at Madge and she looked at me and made a little corner smile. I then left the church to come by Madge’s house the next day. This was just too good to be true. I woke up early that morning as my night was just too restless thinking about her
I jumped into my old van and began the journey. I reached at the address they gave me at about 9:30AM. I pressed the buzzer t the front door and on the first press the door was opened. It was Madge. I couldn’t believe what she was wearing. She had on a short skirt with what looked like a pink top body blouse. I could see the outline of her curves and I wanted it.
“Come in.” She said.
“This way to the kitchen.”
“Thank you I said. I really appreciate this opportunity. I will make an estimate and give your husband before the day is done.”
“Well, that’s good. But you will have to give me as my husband had to board and early flight this morning as they called him and gave him an unexpected change of schedule. So I am the only one here.”
I couldn’t believe what I just heard. I was there and alone with her. This was going too well, almost like I was still sleeping and dreaming out my fantasy. I stepped into the kitchen, it was beautiful. The repairs were not as bad as how I thought it would have been compared to how they spoke. Just a few doors needed new hinges and a split side cupboard.
“This is really not much work you know.” I told her. “I can get this all done in one day.”
“That’s great”, she replied.
I opened the doors under the sink and saw what looked like a ring on the floor. I reached at the back of the pipes and pulled out the shining object.
“What is this? Looks like someone was tossing jewelry around.”
“Oh my God! I can’t believe that was where my mother’s ring was all along. We lost this ring about 4 years ago. My mother gave me this ring just before she passed. It has so many sentimental values.”
She immediately stepped to me and wrapped her arms around me and gave me a huge hug. I wrapped my harm around her without hesitation. She looked at me and said, “Thank you so much.” I don’t know what came over me, but I held her even more firmly and pushed forward for a kiss. I thought this was going to be it. I was going to be thrown out and loose the job. But to my surprise, she too lean forward for the kiss. When our lips met I felt a warm sensation rushing from my toes all the way up my head. She held me tighter, firming and kissed me with even more passion. I was anxious, I was willing, I was thirsty for her. An hour later, she was now soiled. I was an evil being. I came into the house of God, took to one of his servants and coveted her.
© 2018 Clive Williams