"Oh my," I gasped, my voice echoing softly in the quiet room, sifting through the contents of the church donation box.

I had carried the sturdy, slightly worn cardboard box into one of the seldom-used offices within the old church, where my husband is the minister. The room had the faint scent of polished wood and old leather-bound hymnals. Dust motes danced lazily in the shafts of sunlight that filtered through the narrow windows.

Once a week, I go through the contents of the box, sorting and cataloging the items, making a list of who in the community would benefit most from each donation. It’s a task I usually find soothing, a way to feel useful and connected to the community.

Today, though, going through the box, I found something unexpected. Nestled among the canned goods and gently used clothing was a paperback, its cover adorned with an image that made my cheeks burn with embarrassment. It was two nude women, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace, lips pressed in a passionate kiss. My hands trembled as I pulled the book from the box and looked at the title: ‘Forbidden Desires’.

I knew I should discard it immediately, perhaps even bring it to my husband's attention; such material had no place in their church, after all. And yet, I found myself unable to look away, my heart racing as I flipped through the pages.

The words within were even more scandalous than the cover, describing acts of intimacy between women that I had never dared to imagine. I felt warmth spreading through my body, a prickling sensation that was both thrilling and terrifying.

I glanced nervously at the doorway and made a split-second decision, dropping the book into my bag to examine it more closely in the privacy of my home. I told myself it was purely out of curiosity, ignoring the quickening of my pulse and the sudden tingling between my legs.

As I continued to sift through the box's contents, my thoughts were occupied by the book and the naked women embracing on the cover. I lifted out a heap of wrinkled, worn clothing and had quite a shock. Nestled at the bottom of the carton lay a large, pink, silicone dildo.

My breath caught when my fingers closed around the phallus-shaped item, lifting it from the box. It was heavier than I expected, solid and substantial in my palm. I turned it over, marveling at its lifelike details, the veins and the large bulbous head. I felt my face burning with a mixture of shame and fascination.

"What am I doing?" I whispered, glancing again at the door. I knew I should toss the toy and the book into the garbage, but they held such fascination that I couldn't bring myself to do that. My hands were shaking slightly as I stared at the rubber cock, my heart pounding so loudly that it was deafening in my ears.

"Mrs. Calloway?" A voice called from the doorway, making me jump. Miss Judy Ridgemont, a longtime member of the congregation, was standing there, an unreadable expression on her face. "What is that?" she inquired, eyes dropping to the object cradled in my hand. My mouth went dry, and I almost hid it behind my back, but that would have made being caught even worse.

“I… I found it in the donation box,” I stammered, desperately searching for some composure, some thread of authority or dignity to cling to. “Some prank, probably. I was just going to throw it away,” I smiled weakly.

Miss Ridgemont, a knowing twinkle in her eye, gave a slight nod of her head. “I was just making sure we were still on tonight for bible study.”

I looked down at the dildo and then quickly dropped it back into the box, like it was the devil’s penis scorching my hand. “Um, yeah. Why don’t you stop by around eight? Thomas is ministering at the homeless shelter, so it will be quiet,” I said, trying to steady myself.

Miss Ridgemont glanced down at the box, her gaze lingering a moment too long. “Eight it is,” she said, her smile cutting through the haze of embarrassment clouding my brain. With a slight wave, she slipped away, leaving a faint hint of perfume in her wake.

Once I was sure the coast was clear, I snatched the pink phallus from the box and dropped it into my bag next to the paperback. My hands still pulsated from the heft of the synthetic cock, and my mind spun with shame and arousal as I picked up my bag and left the church.

When I got home, I needed to find a place to put the dildo and book. I sure did not want my Reverend husband to find them. After thinking of many places, I went down to the basement and decided to hide them behind the washing machine.

I thought Thomas would never come down here, and he surely won't look around the washing machine.

Before I hid them, I stared at the cover picture for some time. I thought, why not read just a few pages, then I surely will throw this smut in the garbage.

I sat down next to the only light down here and began reading. The first few pages seemed normal enough; however, by the second chapter, things began to change.

“Women really do this,” I thought. “To each other? How brave of them to lick another woman. I could never do that, or could I?” I pondered.

I suddenly felt some moistness in my underpants and thought I needed to get a hold of myself. “For goodness’s sake, Rosemary, it's just a book.” But I didn’t stop, I read on, and now the tingles began shooting all through my body.

I set the book down, dogearing a corner so that I wouldn’t lose my place. “You are a God-fearing pastor's wife. This is not how you are supposed to act,” I scolded myself.

I glanced over at the dildo and wondered if it was used while someone else read this book.

What harm could it do if I inspected it a little closer? The rubber did feel like a man's cock a little bit, and it sure looked like one, except it was bigger, way bigger than my husband’s.

“Should I dare? What harm could it do to feel that in me?” I convinced myself.

I listened closely to be sure I did not hear Thomas upstairs, then slid my panties down and probed my pussy with the dildo. I picked up the book and continued reading.

Three more pages and I suddenly found myself sliding the silicone shaft deeper inside me, my body arching involuntarily as it stretched me open, each thrust sending electric shivers up my spine. My breath came in shallow pants. Oh God, this felt good, and with every paragraph I devoured, every description of feminine touch, I imagined softer hands guiding the toy, delicate fingers replacing my own, another woman's knowing touch exploring my pussy.

I set the book down and began fucking myself in earnest. I was so wet, the room was filled with the squishing sounds of my fingers working the dildo with a need I didn't know I could feel.

I felt it coming, the crest of pleasure rapidly rising within me. I was right on the edge of ecstasy when I heard Thomas’s voice from upstairs. “Are you home, Rosemary?”

I froze and looked down at my watch, realizing how long I had been down in the basement.

I reluctantly slid the toy from my sopping pussy and pulled up my panties. “Yes, dear. I am down in the basement finishing up some laundry. I’ll be right up,” I said, hoping he would not hear the breathlessness in my voice.

As I made and served my husband supper and cleaned up afterwards, my mind was awash with the words in the book and the images they evoked.

A little before eight, Thomas gave me a chaste peck on the cheek and headed out to preach at the shelter, telling me he would be home around ten. Judy arrived a short time later, and we sat in the living room, Bibles open on our laps.

Before we began, Judy spoke timidly, a softness in her voice. “It’s too bad you threw that dildo away in the trash. It’s been on my mind since I saw you holding it.”

I was stunned, because I had not suspected Judy’s gentle voice could sound so wistful. She’d always been the careful one among the church ladies, the one most likely to bring up boundaries, the first to raise an eyebrow if someone’s skirt was too short or suggest fastening another button on a blouse if a bit too much cleavage was on display.

I cleared my throat, heat crawling up my cheeks, my eyes downcast as I admitted quietly, “I didn’t. I brought it home along with an erotic paperback that was also in the donation box.”

Judy’s expression brightened instantly. Her eyes locked with mine, slow and deliberate. For the first time, I noticed how green they really were, how the flecks of gold at their centers seemed to glow in the lamplight, and how beautiful she was. “Would you show them to me?” she asked.

The directness caught me off guard. For a moment, I could only stare before running both hands down my knees to chase away the nerves. I thought of Thomas being at the shelter for two more hours, about the way the women in the book pleasured each other, about getting so close to an orgasm before getting interrupted, and about how natural it felt to imagine Judy, her familiar hands caressing my bare skin.

I gave Judy a wooden nod and stood, smoothing my floral-patterned skirt, silently praying that my own excitement wasn’t apparent. “I’ll get them,” I whispered before I changed my mind. I hurried down the hall to the basement stairs. The moment I was away from Judy, the shock of her request broke over me like a cold wave. My knees trembled, and I had to stop on the landing and clutch the railing just to steady myself.

I returned to the living room with the items in hand and noticed that Judy had set her Bible aside and had unbuttoned her blouse, her full breasts barely contained in the cups of her white bra. She looked up at me without a trace of guilt, her mouth set in that same small smile.

My hands shook, not just from the nerves but from anticipation, as I handed her the paperback, making sure the image of the two nude women was facing her. I sank down onto the sofa cushion beside her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her thigh and arranged the veined pink silicone dildo in my lap, its obscene girth resting heavily against my legs, a hopeful preview of things to come.

Judy took the book in both hands, her fingers trailing reverently over the bare woman on the cover. “Forbidden Desires," she mused. "How appropriate.” She opened it to the page I had previously marked and began to read aloud, her words making my panties wet and my pussy throb with need.

As she read more of the book, my hand found its way up my skirt, my fingers tracing a line along my inner thigh until I touched the damp fabric of my panties. I slid one finger in them and began to rub myself.

Judy stopped reading and looked over at me, a sly smirk on her lips. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

I nodded my head and answered, “Yes,” then sheepishly added, “want to help?”

Judy handed me the paperback and said, “Your turn to read.”

I took the book and began reading as Judy slipped off the sofa and placed herself between my legs. She flipped the hem of my skirt onto my lap, and I felt her hands sliding down my panties. Guilty thoughts raced through my mind, “This is so wrong. I’m committing adultery. What would Jesus think?”

However, when the tip of her tongue first hit my button, those thoughts left my mind as the pleasure took over.

I tried to read more but put the book down and watched as Judy continued to devour my pussy.

I yelled out, “This is so sinful. Judy, don’t you dare stop.”

I grabbed her head and pushed her closer to me. She took one finger, then two, and finger fucked me.

I had never known pleasure like this. Thomas was never like this.

Judy took the dildo and began playfully rubbing it around my pussy, teasing my slick folds with the bulbous head.

My body was quivering with desire, then I felt Judy shove the dildo in me, fucking me with the pink phallus.

I bit my lip so hard that I drew blood, the pleasure so intoxicating.

I stood up, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on my blouse. The fabric slipped away, cool air kissing my skin as I unhooked my bra and let it fall. I stepped out of my skirt and panties, standing naked in my living room in front of Judy. "Please," I whispered, my voice thick with desire, "will you remove your clothing? I want to be like the women in the story."

Judy rose slowly, the dildo, covered in my wetness, clutched in her hand. She passed it to me, our fingers brushing in a moment that sent a shock straight to my core. Then, maintaining eye contact, she peeled away her clothing with deliberate grace, revealing inch by inch her ivory skin, the gentle curve of her hips, her shaven pussy glistening with arousal, and her perfect breasts with rosy nipples standing at attention.

She took a blanket off the back of the couch and carefully laid it out on the floor, then sat down and spread her legs. “Come here, Rosemary,” she directed, inviting me to her pussy.

I brought the dildo to my lips, my tongue moving slowly across the silicone surface, licking off my own juices from it. Kneeling beside Judy, I traced the rubber cock along the soft curve of her belly, watching her eyes follow my every deliberate movement.

Guiding the rounded tip downward, I teased her swollen labia, circling it against her most intimate flesh. I settled myself between her open thighs and lowered my mouth to her soaked pussy, to taste another woman for the first time.

Judy let out some soft moans at first, then when I took the dildo and penetrated her pussy with it, her soft moans became screams of pleasure.

I licked and licked her juices as they flowed from her, the whole time fucking her with the dildo.

I dropped the toy and stood up, mounted Judy’s face, and lay on top of her so I could bring her more pleasure.

I was so close to having another orgasm when I heard the front door open, and my husband’s voice ring out, “Sinners!” His heavy footsteps clomped along the wooden floor. “Marriage should be honored by all, and the marriage bed kept pure, for God will judge the adulterer and all the sexually immoral, thus says the holy book, Hebrews Chapter 13, verse 4!”

To be continued.