Brenda, Children’s Pastor (Pastor’s Wife), 49

The class was over, so Brenda’s eyes were no longer on the kids. She paid enough attention to make sure they weren’t being dumb to the point of hurting themselves, but that was about as much attention as she paid. Her attention had shifted to the parents, and by the parents that meant the fathers.

A few of the moms asked Brenda how their children had done, but she rarely gave more than a very brief response. She was not interested in the mom’s and their dumbass questions. She wanted to see what hot hunk might be coming by this time. She only spotted one new child, so she hoped the father would be the one coming to pick the little girl up.

She tapped her foot on the ground, waiting rather impatiently as pretty much all of the children got picked up except for the new child. Though she wanted to see a father coming, her patience was wearing thin. At this point, if she’d known the parents of the child, she would have returned her to her parents, but she did not.

She was about to mouth something out and swear under her breath when someone walked in who had her mouth nearly drop open. In some ways he looked like her husband from maybe 20 years ago. It wasn’t so much that he was fucking hot, but that he had an attractive familiarity to him.

“Damn,” she swore under her breath before walking up to the man. “Your daughter did pretty well in here. I have no complaints about her,” she said, to test the water and see what she could figure out about this new man.

When he looked up at her, Brenda felt like she was going to cream herself right there. Again, it wasn’t so much about how gorgeous he was, or even the attractive familiarity about him, but the fact that he was something new. She’d fucked most of the other guys who had children in the classes she taught, and she was getting tired of most of them, much like she’d tired of her damn husband.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he said as he picked up the little girl. Though he wasn’t necessarily muscley, she saw the way his muscles flexed as he picked up and held the girl and she again felt it down in her core.

“I have seen either of you around before, so you must be new. I’m Brenda, and I’m the wife of the pastor and also the children’s pastor at this church.” As she spoke, she tried to subtly stick her chest out, hoping that the man would lower his eyes to her tits.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said, his eyes glancing down to her cleavage, which was quite generous, for just a second before back up, as if his eyes had betrayed him and he didn’t truly want to look. “I just moved here with my daughter and we’ve been seeking a new church. I’m impressed with your husband preaching, so we’ll probably return.” He glanced at his daughter in his arms. The little girl smiled at him, as if to tell him that she enjoyed herself, which was as much important to him as good preaching and teaching was.

“I certainly hope so,” Brenda responded, hoping that the lustful desire wasn’t dripping from her voice in the way that she was thinking those words. “I think your daughter might be a good influence on the rest of the kids we have around here.”

Brenda watch him leave, not feeling the slightest bit of guilt when her eyes glanced down to watch his ass as he retreated from view. Once he was gone, she tidied up just a little before closing and locking the door to the room.

Leaning back against the door, she slowly slide down until she was sitting on the ground in front of the door. She wasted no time spreading her legs, bunching her skirt up to her legs, and sliding her panties to the side. Her fingers found her clit and began fondling it, rubbing circles around it. She had to place her other hand over her mouth to keep from being loud, because she’d never been quiet during sex. It didn’t take but maybe a minute of touching her sensitive clit before she felt her whole body shaking in orgasm, just thinking about the hunk of a man, whose name she had not caught.