I live and work in Colorado Springs. I am an attorney and also a Deacon, an unpaid volunteer, in the largest non-denominational Megachurch in the city. My wife and I are not religious. I fell into the position because of an active, high-ranking, church-going friend that encouraged me to apply, even though I only intermittently attended. I figured it wouldn’t hurt my law practice to be connected to a large body of people. He also said it was a great way to provide ‘counseling’ to neglected women. This piqued my interest. After being vetted and ordained, I assumed the role. I’ve done this now for four years.

I meet with and counsel female members that are generally simmering with tension and stress below the surface of their polished exteriors. The range of their issues is wide. They are mainly underappreciated and overworked with home management, child care, church duties and sometimes handling their own professional careers. Some are extremely well taken care of and just bored.

Most are sexually starved.

I freely interact with these women and I frankly enjoy their company. And I believe they genuinely enjoy my company too. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the touch and smell and occasional taste of these women as I try to guide them to a better place. Like I said I’m not religious. My advice to them is secular in nature. If they have religious concerns I guide them to other resources within the church. I’m providing a valuable service to women in need.

On a personal note, my wife and I have a good marriage, but sexuality, she’s not as enthusiastic as I wish she were. That’s okay because she’s given me free rein to satisfy my needs. Naturally, I am very discreet. I let her know about my activities and it sometimes spices up our relationship. For the most part, she acknowledges my escapades and gives me permission to do as I please. Our relationship works for us.

If you’re thinking I’m a hypocrite, that I’m using the church for my own satisfaction, it doesn’t bother me. I am. You would be shocked to hear some of the needs and confessions I come across from women that are often confused and conflicted. I’m providing a valuable service.

We all serve in different ways.

Adding to the problem for many women is that the teachings of this church gives wide deference to the man as the leader of the household, the omnipotent decision maker. In some instances, men push this to the point of psychological, and sometimes, physical abuse. It’s rare, but it does happen. In those cases, I strongly encourage involving law enforcement.

This was not one of those times.

A woman named Dana (not her real name) approached me with a problem. She is an attractive, actually stunning, thirty-nine-year-old brunette. She has a body maintained in a gym and by a small amount of skilled and expensive plastic surgery. Her husband is a successful local dentist and rolling in cash. After speaking with other church ladies I had served and counseled confidentiality, Dana came to me on her own seeking advice.

We met at the appointed time in the church office I use, and she laid out her concerns. Foremost that she was tired of being told how to act, dress, and talk by her dominating husband. She was being treated like a trophy Stepford Wife. (If you’re not familiar with this term, look it up). We talked through her issues, and I gave her my recommendations on how she might deal with them from my point of view, one that is heavily influenced by my legal profession.

Then I asked my final question. The question that has opened a few doors for me in the past.

“How’s your sex life?”

Dana was quiet. I didn’t speak, allowing the silence to grow.

“Pardon my language; it sucks.” Now the words started rolling out. “I haven’t been satisfied in years; he doesn’t touch me.”

After venting, she startedcrying,g and I took her hand. She had released pent-up frustration and anger that I could tell had been brewing for a long time. I could sense she wanted to be comforted so I stood up and pulled her into a hug. She sobbed in my arms. I held her tightly until she stopped. After a minute she looked up at me and leaned in and kissed me.

The kiss started softly, but quickly was intense. Our tongues pushed and probed as her body molded against mine. My cock swelled and pushed into Dana’s stomach. My hands clutched her firm ass and I pulled her tight against me. The fact we were in a church office made it all the more charged.

Wanting to manage the situation I pulled away. I knew I had started a spark that would need further attention, but I wanted nature to take its course.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “I did too.”

I hugged her again and told her to relax. I said there was no problem and gave her time to compose herself. I could sense she was ready for more, wanted to say more, but I treaded lightly, not wanting to spoil a potential moment that could satisfy us both.

A few minutes passed. The feel of her body was intoxicating and sensual. I finally said, “Here’s my number. Please feel free to call me at any time of the night or day. If you need to talk or…more, I’ll be there. Anytime.”

She was silent for a moment and then said, “What about your wife? I don’t want to intrude.”

“My wife isn’t an issue. I want you to call me when you need me. I’ll be there to help you, and no one else needs to know.”

I kissed her again. Deeply. Her breasts were crushed against me, and my rock-hard cock pushed against her.

Dana looked at me with fire in her eye and said, “I think I’ll need your counsel this Saturday. My husband will be out of town all weekend. Could you be available?”

We arranged for me to get to her house in the late afternoon. It was in a secluded, exclusive part of town and I could drive there without curious neighbors to interfere.

“I do have one request for our private meeting,” I said.

“Anything.”

“I like lace and heels.”

“Mmmm, I think I can handle that.”

That evening I told my wife I needed to be away helping a church member in need on Saturday. She was completely supportive and simply wanted the details when I returned home.

And then she added, “Aren’t you ever worried that if your ‘counseling’ were outed, it might hurt your law practice?”

“No. It has nothing to do with my practice. And we’re set financially; if we wanted to retire today, we could do it. Everyone has more to lose than me. As long as I have your permission, I’m good.”

My wife drew me in for a hug and said, “Dana is a little flighty. I think her husband hasn’t touched her in a while because I know he’s having an affair. With a man. Go wear her out and then come home.”

How my wife knew this I didn’t know. But her connections to useful information had aided my professional life in the past. This revelation was stunning. Dana’s husband was an influential leader in the community. I had no intention to out him or hurt him in any way. But this was an ace to keep in my pocket.

On Saturday, I arrived at Dana’s home at our appointed time. The garage door was open, and I pulled inside the garage. As soon as I turned off my engine, the garage door dropped. I exited my car, and the door connecting the home and garage opened and I saw her waiting to greet me.

She wore a baggy, yet stylish and probably expensive, set of sweatpants and sweatshirt. One thing that caught my eye was that she was wearing Jimmy Choo CFM stilettos that must have cost several thousand dollars along with her sweats. My cock stirred at the thought of what she had hidden under her gym clothes.

“Hi. I’m glad you caught the hint to pull in the garage. Welcome to my house.”

She toured me around her home by linking her arm in mine. Her plump breast was pressing into my arm, and felt wonderful. It was a beautiful ranch-style home with fabulous views and lots of floor-to-ceiling windows. An interesting feature of her home was that with the touch of a button the windows became opaque. I had never seen this on a home before.

Dana’s last stop on her guided tour was to a large bedroom I assumed she shared with her husband. It had huge glass sliding doors that opened to a deck looking up at Pikes Peak. The landscaping insured privacy. I was impressed.

“This is my bedroom; my husband sleeps down the hall.”

I figured this was the time for the small ‘speech’ I gave to all women I might be intimate with and turned to Dana and said, “We’re at a crossroads. I don’t want you to feel like anything more than a simple conversation needs to happen right now. We haven’t crossed any lines.”

Dana said, “I want something more to happen. Right now.”

I kissed her, and I drew her close. My hands roamed her ass, and I felt her grasp my rapidly growing cock through my slacks.

“Undress and get comfortable,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”

I stripped down to my underwear and rested on her bed after pulling back the sheets. After a few minutes, she called out, “Close your eyes until I tell you to open them.”

I complied, and then she said, “Open your eyes.”

I looked and was rewarded by her beauty and incredible body. She was wearing lingerie that looked like it was made with the wings of dragonflies. It had a translucent sheen that highlighted the contours of her body.

Her breasts were barely held back. They were full and slightly perky, with her hardened nipples pointing slightly upwards. I could see the areola surrounding each nipple, dark and perfectly round. Her waist was tight with a gym-toned stomach. A tiny strip of hair pointed to pussy lips that looked swollen and moist. She had a gymnast’s thighs that were full, tapering down to gorgeous knees and calves. She still wore her expensive heels. In a word she was perfect.

Perfect for sex.

“This outfit is delicate and expensive. It wasn’t quite lace, but I hope you liked it. But now it’s time to shed this skin.”

As I watched, she peeled the lingerie off and neatly folded it.

I stood up and shed my underwear. My seven inches of cock stood straight out and pulsed with my heartbeat.

“Come here and kneel.”

Dana approached me and dropped to her knees.

“Suck me.”

“I thought you’d want to pray,” she said, smiling. “This is better.”

Without breaking eye contact, she grasped me with her left hand at the base of my pulsating dick. Precum was forming and she flicked out her tongue and licked. She slid her tongue along the bottom of my rigid member and on the upstroke she sucked the purple head, enveloping it in her warm mouth.

“Mmm, you taste yummy.”

I couldn’t stand her teasing. I grabbed two fistfuls of hair and started face fucking Dana. Her reaction was to suck with force. My cock tapped the back of her throat, but she had no gagging reaction.

I knew my duty was to satisfy her, so I stopped and lifted her to her feet. We kissed.

She grabbed my hands and put them on her ass then kissed me again, slipping her tongue into my mouth. After a quick moment, I pushed her onto her back on her bed. I dropped to my knees and spread her legs apart.

Her pussy was directly in front of my face, and she smelled heavenly. I pulled her closer and kissed her lower lips. Her body shook. She tasted heavenly.

I loved her beautifully trimmed pussy. Her lips were bare, and her pubic mound had a tiny patch of trimmed hair. I licked her lips, and she suddenly flipped over, sliding her pussy up to my face and putting her in the right position for access to my cock.

We were now in a classic sixty-nine position.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me so that I could slide my tongue inside her pussy. She let out a groan as she wrapped her hand around my cock and licked from base to tip before stuffing me into her mouth.

I pushed my tongue as deep as I could into her puckered asshole. She tasted tart, not at all unpleasant. Then I sucked at her clit and reached an arm around her leg to slip a finger inside her pussy. I slid my finger in and out to match the pace of my sucking of her clit. Her moans were muffled by my dick deep in her mouth.

She pulled her head back and groaned, “God, I want this inside me!” She hopped up and spun around, wrapped her hand around my cock and guided me to the entrance of her dripping wet pussy as she pushed me onto my back. I couldn’t believe how good her pussy felt being brushed against my bare cock.

Sweat was beginning to form on her stomach and chest, and her nipples were rock solid. She lowered herself down onto me and began to grind her pelvis against mine.

She was tighter than my wife. She felt amazing wrapped around me. Her cunt was tight and hot and wet and slippery and perfect.

I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her down and kissed her. She went crazy sucking her juices off of my lips and tongue. Because her torso was shorter than mine, I tilted my hips to thrust in and out of her as we kissed. She groaned into my mouth as we kissed. She pushed herself back up and began to bounce on my cock. Her beautiful tits bounced up and down as she rode me. Beads of sweat were running between her tits, and she shivered as I slid my hands up her thighs. She placed her hands on my chest and held herself off of me a few inches, and started rolling her hips in circles. She lowered herself all the way back down onto me, then leaned back, resting her hands on my knees.

I reached down and rubbed her clit with my thumb as she bounced and rolled her hips. I sat up and slid my hand from her stomach up to her tits and pinched her nipples. I moved my arms to her back and pulled her toward me and placed a nipple in my mouth and began to suck and roll my tongue around it. Her fingers were laced through my hair. I switched to the other nipple and did the same to it. As I played with her tits, I felt her pussy clench around my cock.

She moved back to grinding her pelvis against mine as she started to scream out, “I’m gonna cum! Fuck me, I’m gonna cum!!!” Her rocking slowed as her body tensed and she squealed as she took breaths, her breathing at first fast and sharp, then slower...slower, matching her hips, slower. She collapsed her head onto my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Fuck, I wish your cock would fill me like this every day. I haven’t cum that hard in a long time.”

I smiled and said that I’d be happy to fulfil that need any time she needed. I then started rocking my hips slowly. She moaned and said, “Mmmmmm now it’s your turn, big boy.” She hopped off and wrapped her mouth around my cock, sucking me deep. She popped my cock out from between her lips and said, “my pussy tastes amazing!” I said, “Damn right it does. Now lay down.”

She moved back onto her bed and I stood at the edge. I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, bent down, and buried my tongue inside her, enjoying her sweet nectar. I stood up and slapped my cock against her clit, producing a wet slapping sound. Then I pressed my cock deep inside her pussy, her juices squishing out around me. Her legs were spread wide, I was holding her ankles and briefly admired the heels she still wore. I quickened my pace, and her cum started to bubble around me as I fucked her faster. She started screaming out, “Fuck me harder! Fuck me faster! Give me that big cock!”

I grunted as I stuffed myself all the way inside her, pressing my balls against her. I rocked myself up and down, moving my cock around inside her. She let out a squeal of delight as she wrapped her hands around her breasts and pinched her nipples as a second orgasm clenched her pussy around my cock. A few more deep strokes and I knew I was ready.

I pulled my cock out, dripping from her cum. As if it had been rehearsed hundreds of times, she slipped off the bed and onto the floor in front of me. She wrapped a hand around my cock and started sucking on the top couple inches while stroking the rest. I let out a grunt as my orgasm reached its limit. She pulled my cock out of her mouth, licked her lips just as my first stream of cum launched from my cock and landed across her face, getting up into her hair. She kept stroking as additional streams landed on her chest and chin. She leaned back as my cum ran down her stomach and mingled with her sweat.

Dana took me back into her mouth and sucked the last few drops out of me. I leaned over her, resting my hands on her sweaty shoulders. She looked up at me and grinned.

“Don’t be a stranger now. I think I’m going to need constant counseling.”