The Church Library

“Alright, next week, we’ll be discussing the trials and tribulations of Job,” my wife said. She was in jeans and a denim shirt sitting in the front of the class in a metal chair.  We were in a Sunday school room at church on Wednesday night. “I hope everyone reads the book and does the questions in the booklet. There are only thirty questions. Be sure to pray for one another and the pastor this week. Let us pray. Heavenly Father, please give us a grace and hope as we go out into the world. Bless us with your many blessings and give us the opportunity to shine brightly for Jesus. In Jesus name, I pray.  Amen. See all of you next week.”

After everyone left, my husband and I went to the sanctuary to grab the trash from the offices in the back of the sanctuary behind the pulpit. Jane, our pastor, said she was going to the day care center to do some paperwork. My husband put the three bags of trash in the cart and came back into the slender hallway. I was looking at some books in the library.

“What are you looking for?” he asked, molding his body to mine and kissing me on the cheek.

“A book on Job,” I smiled as I read a few lines from a book. “I need to study for next week’s prayer group.”

“During your presentation on Esther, I was sitting there thinking how beautiful you are,” he whispered in my ear. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Oh?” I giggled. I turned around after putting the book on the top of the bookcase. I pushed him against a bookcase and knelt. My hands unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis from the opening. I took him in my mouth and suckled.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, his hands on the back of my head. He quickly hardened as my lips were gliding up and down his tubular flesh. “Oh, baby, that feels good,” he moaned and massaged my head gently. I moaned softly and sucked.

A few minutes later, he grunted and groaned and moaned loudly. His seed filled my mouth with five blasts of his cum. I swallowed dutifully. Then I gave him a few more strokes finishing him off to prolong his pleasure. He was looking down into my eyes as he moaned.

“I found you a book,” Jane said as she entered the library. “Oh? Oh, gee, well, um, it looks like you two are busy. Um, I’ll be in my office.”

I giggled as she left, his turgid penis still in my mouth. My husband’s face was beet red and so was mine. My fingers pushed his member back into his underwear and zipped up his pants. He pulled me up and said, “Um, we are in so much trouble.”

“Yeah,” I nodded with a smile. “Honey, we are adults not children.”

Jane was in her office behind her desk smoking a cigarette. She smoked a lot. We came in and stood in front of her faux wood desk. She had some bookcases and filing cabinets along the walls and some pictures of Jesus in gold frames. “I am totally unsure of what to say,” she half-smiled. “You’re newlyweds. You’re going to be hot for each other a lot. I get that. But, this is church and it is inappropriate. Might I suggest you should’ve shut and locked the door. Of course, I don’t think there will be a next time.”

“Yes, ma’am,” we both said, our faces as red as the setting sun.

“This book on Job might help you prepare for next week, but I think you need time away from church,” she smiled. “You are on your honeymoon, guys. Make love and enjoy each other and come back when it is over. That way you won’t be tempted. Not that it is a sin. Just inappropriate.”

I nodded.

My husband nodded.

She stood up and offered me the book. “If you two will take out that garbage, you can go back to your honeymoon.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I smiled at her as the color returned to my face and my husband’s. “We are sorry.”

“Not another word,” she said, holding up her right hand. “I understand. I really do. You are not in any trouble. Nothing will ever be said about it.”

“Okay,” my husband said, as he breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ll get that trash.” He quickly left her office.

“Ally, you are a girl after my own heart,” she smiled mischievously. “Enjoy that man. He’s a good one.”

I nodded with a smile. My chest was wet and my armpits damp from nerves. But, my pussy tingled. “I will.”

“Okay,” she smiled.

“Um, I didn’t know the Holy Spirit would join in while we made love,” I said with a face of concern. “I love it, but didn’t know that.”

“Sweetie, God created sex and wants you both to enjoy it,” she smiled. “I’m sure God has all kinds of things to show you two in marriage and lovemaking. Just let him lead.”

“Okay,” I smiled at her.

“See you a week from next Wednesday,” she said, opening her office door. “Have fun on your honeymoon.”

“We will.”

She smiled.

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13 replies
  1. Honeysuckle says:

    Even though your story is posted in the fictional section, I have to wonder if it’s not based loosely on an actual event. Of course, the teaser photo caught my attention. I can imagine most couples have had at least one close-encounter of getting caught in the act. Even if not in a public place but just at home with the kids walking in while mommy and daddy were “wrestling”. It can be quite embarrassing but it also can be somewhat titillating. Our most awkward moment actually happened not long after we were married. We were visiting my husband’s parents for the holidays. The house was full of his relatives and we didn’t get much privacy for any intimacy. Toward the end of our visit once the number of guests dwindled, we had a brief moment with the house to ourselves. His parents stepped out to run an errand. Only moments after he heard the garage door close, he mentioned how blue his balls were having to abstain for so long. I knelt in front of him right beside the Christmas tree and pulled his pants down around his ankles. I cupped his balls in my hand and remarked that they didn’t look blue to me but they felt a little heavier than usual. Kissing the head of his hardening erection, I told him I could help lighten his “load”. And then just as I wrapped my lips around his penis, his mother walked in on us. She had forgotten her purse and came in through the side door. She immediately averted her eyes, mumbled an apology and dashed back outside. We were so beyond embarrassed. Neither one of us knew what we were going to say to her when they got back home. We did, however, slip back into the guest room, lock the door and finish what we started. But his mother had the last laugh. Later that evening when my husband was in the shower, she stopped by our guest room to tell me good night. She stuck a piece of mistletoe to the wall above the bed with a thumbtack and said “just in case I get the urge to kiss him again”.

    • cameronxrowe says:

      Catholic – the confessional. LOL I'd love to give head in the confessional.

      Other churches – the baptismal. 🙂

  2. JAM777 says:

    Found and read this book! It was one of the most beautiful books I have ever read!! I don't want to give to much away but it actually brought me to tears at a certain sad part! But the beauty and blessing that came later was so heart warming!!!

    • cameronxrowe says:

      Thank you so much for reading my book. That touches my heart. It was a sweet love story. Book three is due out next year. I've worked on a lot of other books since. 🙂

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