Staring at the reflection of his naked wife in the mirror, he suddenly felt both horny and vindictive. He thought about all the nights Esther had turned him down, leaving him to jack off all alone in the bathroom. The times she had lectured him about the sins of pornography and masterbation afterwards, when she knew her own rejection had put him in that situation. He felt like an unwilling cuckold, but not to another man, but to God.
How sacrilegious was it for a pastor to feel that way?
If there was one thing he could say about his wife, it was that she was worried more about her image than anything. While she constantly denied him in the bedroom and did her best to dominate every aspect of David's life, in public she played the role of happy, doting wife. She did not want people to know the real her because the real Esther didn’t fit the image they had of a good, godly woman.
David slid open the closet and stared at his wife's wardrobe of nothing but conservative clothing. He knew that men ogled Esther, even at church. He was quite certain that many of them went home and beat off to her image, or at least pictured her while they were doing it with their wives. But it wasn't her clothes that turned them on. She mostly wore loose fitting blouses and long skirts to church.
He sighed.
Then he thought about Leah. She was built a lot like her mother, although her rack was a bit smaller and she had yet to thicken through the hips like Esther had following the birth of three children. He bet he could borrow some of their daughter's clothes if he wanted a night out on the town.
Quickly he slid the closest door closed and rushed naked out of the bedroom and into the hallway.
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