Open & Honest

As you walked into the main Church Hall you realised that the best way to go about things was to just be honest about it all. Whichever way you looked at it she was in a loveless marriage with a man who had never respected her and had ignored there vows to each other time and time again. Why should she be the only one that has to suffer for it?

As you walk across the echoing room the argument seems more and more convincing to you by the time you catch sight of Angela sitting on one of the pews and looking through a sheaf of paperwork, you are sure that it will actually work.

Yet when she turns to look at you-you see the change behind her eyes, a flash of emotion you don’t quite catch before it is torn away and her eyes drop to the floor. Suddenly all the wind goes out of your sails and you find yourself giving a limp wave and a tight “Hi” to her.

“Don’t you have work to do?” She asks, her voice cold as she turns back to her paperwork.

You blow out a gust of air before replying. “Oh well, I managed to get it all done early today so was just wondering if there was anything else you needed?”

The words come out fast, so fast that you don’t realise the double meaning your words carry until it is much too late. From the way that Angela flinches and looks up at you, it's clear that she took the unintended meaning as the true meaning.

“No,” she replies coldly. “I think you have provided more than enough help already.”

A few hours earlier you might have made some excuse and turned tale at that point, Angela seemed to bristle at the very sight of you at that moment. Instead, you sat down and turned to face Angela.

“That's what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you!” She snapped before dropping her voice to a whisper. “It was a mistake and not one that I plan on repeating.”

That hung in the air for a long moment before you replied.

“What do you think your husband is doing right now?”

The question was simple and you could see Angela struggling to answer as you pulled your phone from your pocket. You watched her as you sent a text to Claire, asking her simply what she was doing right now. You had asked her that once before and she had sent you a picture of her lips wrapped around the Pastors cock and now you were betting on getting something similar back.

Whilst you waited you watched Angela as she **** down the words she truly wanted to say, that he was off fucking that slut Claire or some other easy tart. For the first time you saw real anger flash across her features and you were amazed to see that storm of emotion be **** down in a scant few moments to return her face to its normal placid place.

“I don’t know what he is doing.” The words fell into place with mechanical precision as she looked at you with a cold gaze.

“I think you know exactly what he is doing,” you shot back as your phone as if on cue, buzzed with a reply from Claire. “But I can show you if you really don’t know.”

You glanced down at the phone for a moment before showing it to Angela. Claire had come through, even more so than you expected, instead of a picture she had sent you a short video clip. From what you saw it showed Claire laying flat on what was clearly the Pastors desk, her legs spread wide and his cock filling her sex.

You tapped play and turned the phone towards Angela, the sound was small and metallic but still unmistakably the sound of Claire and the Pastor panting as they fucked. You couldn’t see it but you could hear it and watch Angela’s face.

As the video played on her expression went from one of a shock to disgust and finally anguish the longer the video went on the more you felt like you had overstepped your mark, that you had pushed things too far and hurt her too deeply. Yet she never looked away, even as tears started to streak down her cheeks her eyes never left the phone. Even as you heard the sound of the Pastor groaning as he came she didn’t look away.

When the sound cut off sharply you lowered the phone and both of you stared at each other. The silence becoming ever deeper as you struggled to think of what to say now.