The other day my wife and I slept late and were puttering around the house in our pajamas. Well, she had donned a pair of sweats and a tee shirt but I still had my baggy shorts and tee shirt I used for PJ's.
The doorbell rang and she answered it to find a young couple standing there with a bunch of handouts about some religion. She is a little upset with our present church and invited them in. As I said, I was in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Not exactly formal attire, but I was properly covered and was more decent than some of the guys at the local shopping center.
Claire offered them a seat on the love seat across from the sofa where we sat. There was our big glass topped coffee table between us. The couple was very conservatively dressed, in fact, she looked a little bit Pentecostal. You know, plain almost baggy dress, no makeup, and her hair done up in a small bun. He had on a conservative sport coat over an open necked dress shirt.
They started telling us about their church and I was kind of spacing out as Claire listened with rapt attention and asked all the questions. The church lady, her name was Jessie, was sitting directly across from me and I couldn't help but admire her beauty that no amount of plain dressing would hide. I was watching her and fantasizing a little bit and had worked up a pretty good stiffy.
Claire said to me, "Honey, why don't you fix some coffee for these folks?"
I asked them if they would like that and they both replied that it sounded great. Jessie flashed one of the greatest smiles I had ever seen at the idea and I got harder.
"Go on honey, that coffee isn't going to fix itself," Claire said jabbing me in the ribs to get my ass in gear.
I looked around for a newspaper or magazine to hold in front of my shorts which I knew were not going to hold my hardon back. At least they didn't have a fly that it might pop out off when I stood up.
There was nothing handy. I tried stalling for time, but only got more excited at the prospect of standing and having my bulging shorts only two feet from Jessie's face. Oh well I thought, and I got up.
As I stood up I felt my rod straining against the thin cloth of my shorts. It was pointing right at Jessie. Claire and Harry, that was Jessie's husband, were totally engrossed in some church paper. My erect dick will point up at about 45 degrees if unfettered, but the pull of the shorts kept it pointing straight out. Eight inches pushing on a pair of baggy shorts with a 34 inch waist is quite bit, if I do say so myself. I quickly turned and started for the kitchen as Jessie looked up at me with her mouth formed into a little round "O" and her eyes big, bright, and beautifully smiling.
Our kitchen is up four steps from the living room and around a corner. I made it there in record time and started on the coffee. My hardon was fading away as I heard a footstep behind me and turned to see Jessie.
"Those two are discussing creation and I know that will keep Harry wound up for hours. Can I help with the coffee?" she said.
"Not really," I said, "It's brewing and will be done in a few minutes. How do you and Harry take it?"
"He likes it black and I like mine with l little cream. If you don't have any cream any coffee whitener will do. You probably could whip up something from what I've seen." she replied with a sweet innocent smile gracing her lovely lips.
At that, I got as hard as before only this time I didn't worry about hiding it. Her gaze fell down to it and she she shook her head a little and looked up a me saying, "What is it with you guys, get talking about religion and you all get worked up like crazy? When we leave here Harry will want to fuck before we get a block away. It's a good thing we have a van or he'd have me spread on the hood. At least it'll just take about 10 seconds for him to shoot his load."
I looked her right in the eye and said, "Jessie, I wasn't paying a bit of attention to their talking, ever since you walked in the door all I could think of was you. I can't help it if it showed."
"Well when I saw your bulge start that's all I could think about, and it had its effect on me." she said as she reached up under her baggy skirt and pulled off a tiny pair of pink panties.
"Here, feel these, you and that big bulge did that, I didn't just pee in them." she said as she handed me the panties with the wet crotch.
I took them and held them up to my nose and breathed in her sweet smell of sex as she reached out and grabbed my now throbbing cock with her right hand. I pulled her to me and kissed her one hard, wet, kiss with my probing tongue filling her mouth.
"Hey up there, how's that coffee coming," Claire yelled from the living room.
"I messed it up and I have to make another pot, it'll be a few more minutes," I answered.
Jessie was pulling her skirt up at the same time she pulled my shorts down. She stood on her tip toes and rubbed the head of my dick on and around her wet pussy. I felt it slide into her vagina and bent my knees to get into a better position and she worked herself up and onto my member and it went all the way into her wet and warm chamber of delights.
"Oh God that fells so good. Harry has a useless little thing and he would have cum by now."
We were humping slowly and she was quivering like she had the chills of a fever as I pushed it in and pulled it almost all the way out before slowly going in once again. I had my arms around her holding her up by her every so nice firm ass.
"Oh my, oh my, oh my," she was softly crying in my ear. I could feel her pussy tighten and loosen as it spasmed against my cock. My cock is about average in thickness from base to just before the head. The head is actually thicker than the shaft and the ridge it forms is pretty rigid. I've been told by more than one woman that's what makes it feel so good sliding in and out. I've had it in some cunts so tight that it almost feels like it's getting locked in them. Jessie had one of those cunts and she used it to great advantage. The feelings in my dick were enough to drive me to the heights of ecstasy in no time.
"Jessie, Jessie, Jessie," I said, "I can't hold it any longer," and I started to feel that wonderful feeling working its way up my back, down my thighs, into my balls and throbbing cock as a load of hot white jizz gathers to be shot out in great spurts.
"I can't either," she said, "I'm cumming, oh my God I'm coming, oh God it's so good, never stop, fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck meeeee."
My load shot out into her and my knees gave out and we both trembled on down to the floor. I was still in her and we held onto each other for dear life as the last of the wonderful spasms racked our bodies.
"If you don't get that coffee down here in the next ten seconds I'm coming up there and get it myself." Claire called out.
Jessie was getting on her feet heedless of the stream of cum running down her leg as she grabbed the cups and headed for the stairs. I got my shorts up with the telltale spots hidden as best as I could and took the pot of coffee down after her.
Claire and Harry had papers scattered all over the room, I could see a tiny bulge in his pants and caught Jessie's eye as she saw it too.
She looked at Harry and said, "I can see you've had a very stimulating discussion with Claire my dear."
"Oh yes," Harry said, "But I think we have to go and leave these nice people and the coffee, we have another pressing appointment we have to get to before it's too late."
And with that, they both headed for the door. Jessie glanced back at me and gave me a little wink and said, "We have to come back soon and I'll help with the coffee again, maybe we'll even be able to stay and drink it."
I felt myself getting hard all over again.
Alas, they never came back, a week later my wife started going to the local church that held its services in a house in the neighborhood. Its the one that helped to bring about the end of our marriage as told in 'Til Something Do Us Part'.
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