Coughing and Spluttering

That evening, after Tomi had left, you had barely finished Ben's ‘Welcome Home’ blowjob when the doorbell rang. The sudden noise, so close by while you were in a **** position, damn near scared the life out of you. Suddenly **** and spluttering, you felt your lover's twitching phallus shift in your throat: spurting your hard-earned reward down entirely the wrong hole. The resulting coughing fit from a lung full of semen sent you bright red in the face and even seemed to direct a portion of the substance up the back of your throat. In mortified embarrassment you felt a small dribble trickle out of your nostril as you fought to regain air.

Of course… once Ben had ascertained that you were actually alright, he found the whole thing hilarious. Even reaching over to open the door while you were still down on your knees, glowing with blush and yet to have a chance to wipe your nose. Heaven knew what the couple waiting patiently by the doorway thought, as that portal opened to show you in such a state.

Heaven being an appropriate choice since one of the pair was bedecked in the traditional black shirt and white collar of a vicar. He was about your own age, dark-haired and beaming: the sort of man who might have a bag of expressions, but all of them were smiles. Next to him was an equally youthful and smiley woman carrying a small basket of fruit and flowers. She had blonde hair in short pigtails, a tight, bright crop top and yoga pants that left nothing to the imagination. You noticed immediately how her eyes crawled up and down your beloved's body, subtly shifting her own position from foot to foot as she did so.

“Err… Hi!” Said the preacher, breezily skipping past his own surprise at the sight of you. “I hope we're not disturbing you?”

“Not at all!” Ben replied, bringing his own open warmth to bear. “How can we help?”

You clambered to your feet as the two taller men battled in levels of friendly hospitality, just about recovered enough to catch your breath and search the nearby alcove for a tissue.

“Well me and Masie heard you had moved to the area and just thought we'd drop by. The name’s James Donnahue, and this is my good lady wife. I’d guess that you can work out our business…”

Ben took the man’s offered hand while ‘Masie’ handed you the, admittedly very nice, little basket of gifts. She then proceeded to throw herself around each of you in turn in deep and squeezing hugs.

Her accent was thickly American and simply dripped with the honey and sunshine that certain coasts of that country sometimes provided. “It’s wonderful to meet you. Me and Jimmykins were so excited when we heard you’d moved to town. I’m sure you’ll fit right in!”

Something in your natural cynicism peaked at that. You had always struggled with people who put forward such a sugar-coated facade, even when the intentions behind it were genuine and welcoming. ‘Fitting in’ was also something you’d struggled with all your life; and this relocation and great change in lifestyle/wardrobe were really more of a case of giving up trying. You didn’t want to ‘fit in’ anymore… You wanted to be who you wanted to be and stop worrying what the rest of the world thought about it.

Still, there was honestly no sign of judgement or disapproval from either of the couple. They chatted away amiably about the local area and how lovely everyone was. If it wasn’t for the way their eyes kept wandering over yours and Ben’s bodies, you’d say they seemed perfectly innocent. Even so… you supposed a little bit of natural curiosity didn’t really hurt.

“Now, I gather neither of you are particularly Christian.” James was saying, shrugging as if he could really take or leave the religion himself. “But we do have a little… community meet up in the afternoons after service. We’d love to have you along, it’s a very inclusive affair.”

He smiled widely, giving the two of you another long look up and down.

“No pressure, of course. I just think it’d very much up your alley, shall we say…”

And with those, cryptic words, he and Masie turned and left; to resume what was presumably a very regular evening jog. Ben closed the door and raised an eyebrow, smirking at the uneasy look on your face. Already you knew you were going to find out what that was about… sooner rather than later.