The Suburban Mom Pt. 04

It was all Marcia could do to keep her hands off Connor that evening. He didn’t bring work home very often but he had some paperwork he needed to attend to before the deadline for expense claims, which was imminent. Marcia wouldn’t let him settle, though, playing with his hair and whispering in his ear, as he sat at the desk in the office they shared. His attention was really attracted, though, when Marcia came in wearing the red nightdress that was worn only days ago by Alyssa and his favourite scent. Turning from his work, in spite of himself, he took in the practically see-through garment and the flimsy panties that she was wearing under it.

“I think the paperwork can wait,” he said, putting the papers in the top drawer and following his wife out of the room.

When he entered the bedroom, he saw that it had already been prepared. Candles were burning on the nightstands in place of the lamps, which Marcia had put away some place. She led him over to the bed and kissed him with conviction. Feeling his cock swelling against her tummy, she reached down and fondled it through his jeans. He kissed her hard and began to grunt as she unzipped his pants and got a firm grip on his penis.

“Fuck it, the sex has been amazing recently!” he thought, wondering if she had bought a new vibrator or had been watching porn online.

Kneeling down before him, she took him in her mouth, driving her mouth backwards and forwards in a way which was most unlike her.

“She’s definitely been online,” he thought.

Looking down, he could see the saliva dropping off his dick and onto the carpet. Never in his life had he seen anything that turned him on like this, even the girl-girl porn he used to watch in the garage sometimes on his old iPhone.

“Fuck!” he breathed, as she showed no signs of stopping.

She continued for another few minutes, then almost ripped his clothes off in her desire to feel him inside her. Pushing him onto the bed, in the twinkling of an eye she had come down on him and engulfed his penis with her vagina.

“Oh, sweet Jesus!” said Connor, pleased he was sitting rather than lying down, otherwise he knew he would have come.

Marcia began to bob up and down on his cock, exhilarated by the feelings it gave her as it filled her tight pussy.

“Fuck me harder!” she said, reverting to the type of language she had used a week or so before in their lovemaking.

Connor knew he didn’t need to say anything; he just had to bring her his A game. And motivation to do so didn’t come any better than the performance Marcia was putting on again today. So violent were her actions that she tipped out of him a couple of times, immediately setting things right and starting again with, if anything, renewed energy.

After two or three minutes he knew that she was coming, which was just as well, since he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. It was touch and go, but seconds after she had begun to climax he emptied himself inside her with a guttural roar. They fell onto the bed together and silently embraced for ten, perhaps, fifteen minutes, taking in the significance of what had just happened.

Chapter 13

Marcia was going about her business early the following seek when she received a call from Michelle Donaldson, Pastor Donaldson’s wife. Marcia didn’t know Mrs Donaldson particularly well, even though they had been at the church since before Connor and Marcia joined. It was a large church, after all, and much of the activity of the assembly revolved around house groups. Mrs Donaldson would have been in her early forties, which made her perhaps ten years younger than the pastor. She always dressed in a conservative way, favouring a headscarf on Sundays, as did a number of women in the church, to indicate submission to their husband as head of the family. She wore her dark hair in a severe bun, which made her look a bit of a schoolmarm, Marcia thought. Unusually for a pastoral couple, the Donaldsons had no children.

The purpose of her call was to invite Marcia to a breakfast prayer meeting on the Friday. Since it would start at half past seven, Mrs Donaldson offered to arrange for a child minder for Marcia’s children, but she said that her husband would be able to take them to school on his way to work. He’d done that a number of times in the past and it wouldn’t be a problem. Marcia was on the point of asking who else would be going along when Mrs Donaldson provided the information herself. Two other women had been invited: Charlene O’Leary, a regular at these breakfast meetings, was the wife of Ken, one of the elders. Marcia had only spoken to her a couple of times, but she was always very friendly with her. She must have been around the same age as Mrs Donaldson, but looked younger and dressed more fashionably. She had a single child, who was in his senior year at high school. The other woman was Lana Fox, an attractive blonde, who was a similar age to Marcia and known to her largely through the crèche. She had two young children (one still a toddler and the other in kindergarten). Lana had joined the church when her husband Scott was transferred to the area by his company.

The format, Michelle explained, was prayer followed by a sharing session, after which they would breakfast together. The whole thing might last anything between two and three hours depending on how the spirit moved them. Marcia thought that was a long time, but was pleased that the senior leadership of the church had identified her for what Michelle called her “development potential”. Despite her excitement, she decided against telling Connor about the meeting until after she had attended, on the grounds that she didn’t want to raise his hopes of a possible leadership position in the church (something he had been seeking) only to see them dashed later.

That week, when she spoke to Vesna on the phone, she noted a warmer tone in the girl’s voice and was intrigued when she told her that she had arranged a surprise for her on her next visit. On the Thursday afternoon, she went through her wardrobe wondering what she should wear for the prayer breakfast. Call it intuition, if you like, but Marcia decided dressing up a bit would be in order. She settled on a white blouse with a classic navy pleated skirt. She wondered whether it was appropriate, given that it was barely knee length, but decided it showed off her legs to good effect (not that she wanted to compete with Lana or anything!) while retaining a classy look. It would do just fine.

Marcia got up as soon as Connor had gone downstairs to fix himself a coffee and some toast, got dressed quickly and waited until she heard the front door shut before making the ten-minute journey to the Donaldsons’ residence. When she met Marcia at the front door, Michelle said that Pastor Donaldson was at an ecumenical conference in Seattle, and so they had the run of the place. Charlene and Lana were already there when Marcia arrived, sipping on Orange Pekoe tea. Marcia was offered one and accepted happily enough. She would have preferred coffee but guessed she could wait until breakfast, which shouldn’t be too long, depending on the length of the sharing session.

The two older women were occupying one small couch, while Lana was sitting on a slightly longer sofa, which was also considerably deeper. Lana, however, was making no use of that depth, as she had perched herself rather nervously on the edge of the cushions. Michelle indicated to Marcia that she should sit next to the blonde, who was wearing a white collarless blouse and a brown midi skirt. She was wearing a gold cross pendant.

Michelle welcomed everyone and then asked them to stand in a circle of prayer.

“Let’s hold hands to enable the Lord’s power to flow through us,” she said.

Marcia took Charlene’s hand in her right hand and Lana’s hand in her left. She was aware at once of how much smaller and more fragile the younger woman’s hand was. It was also very soft. Marcia held it lightly, unlike Charlene, who had enveloped her own hand in a strong grip. Through her hand, she could feel Lana trembling. She was clearly nervous. Marcia bowed her head as first Michelle and then Charlene prayed that God would show each of them how much he loved them. Charlene ended her prayer by quoting a verse from the Bible in which his people are commanded to greet each other with a kiss. Turning to Michelle, she kissed her lightly, not on the cheek, as Marcia was expecting but on the mouth. Charlene then turned to Marcia and kissed her, also on the mouth. Shifting uneasily in her heels, Lana looked down at the carpet before a word from Michelle caused her to resume eye contact with the Pastor’s wife.

“Let us follow the Lord’s command by showing the love we have for each other,” Michelle added.

Taking Lana by the hands, she leant down to her slowly and sensuously and kissed her on the lips. Lana looked like a deer caught in the headlights. While Michelle kept her eyes open as she kissed, Lana closed hers. The kiss lasted longer than the other two that had preceded it. The atmosphere in the room was electric. As a sportscaster might say, you could cut the tension with a knife.

“Wh, what are you doing?”

Lana only just managed to get the words out. It was clearly a rhetorical question. If Lana really didn’t know what the Pastor’s wife was up to, she would have stormed out of the room, out of the house, out of the church.

“I want you to greet Marcia with a holy kiss, Lana,” said Michelle, ignoring the young mother’s question.

Lana turned awkwardly towards Marcia, with her hands held in front of her body like a gawky teenager. Lana attempted to peck Marcia on the cheek. Once again she had her eyes closed. Marcia was able to take advantage of this; using her hand she placed it on Lana’s cheek and turned her face to her. She sensed almost no resistance. She opened her lips and brought them down on the blonde’s upper lip, which wasn’t difficult to do, as her mouth was slightly open. At the advent of Marcia’s lips, it fell further open still, allowing Marcia to slip her tongue inside her peppermint flavoured mouth.