I looked out the window, placing my hand on the cold glass and taking a few seconds to enjoy the beautiful sight of the gray sky. I let go of the curtain and removed the towel that was wrapped around my body. I walked naked towards the closet and realized just how strange I felt without clothes. I was only ever naked before, during, and after a shower so it was something I wasn’t used to.
I picked out a navy-blue sweater and black dress pants before walking over to my dresser. I opened my underwear drawer and grabbed a nude colored bra and a matching brief panty. I stepped into the cotton panty and pulled it up my legs while I looked at the clock. I had to hurry or I would be late to my Bible study lesson.
After getting dressed and fixing my hair, I hurried out and drove to my new student’s home. The new student would be my youngest ever but his parents had intrigued me enough that I wanted to take the chance to help the young sixteen-year old boy.
I arrived a few minutes early and noticed that there were no cars in the driveway or garage. I rang the doorbell and hoped that they hadn’t forgotten about their son’s bible study. I waited a few seconds before ringing the doorbell again.
I was looking around the neighborhood when I heard the front door open, “Come in,” the boy said.
“Bible study lesson for Sam?” I asked.
“Yes, that is me,” he answered.
“I thought nobody was home,” I said.
“My parents went shopping but I’m here,” he said with a smile.
“Ok, shall we begin then?” I asked.
“Yes, but let’s get out of the cold,” he said, standing up. “I have the heater in my room.”
I followed him up the stairs to his warm and cozy room.
“Ok, so we have two options here,” I said. “We can start the regular Bible study course and take it step-by-step or we can get to the point like your parents want.”
“If that is what they want,” he said, sitting down on his bed.
“However you feel more comfortable,” I said.
“It’s just that it is embarrassing,” he said, looking down at the floor.
I sat next to him, expecting him to continue talking but he stayed quiet.
“What is it?” I asked, opening my folder with his information. “Ok, let’s see. You are sixteen-years old and attend Baskin High, right?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Oh! I hadn’t realized you were with my son,” I said.
“What’s his name?” he asked, turning to face me.
“Michael Pollard, he is in your grade,” I answered.
“Yeah, he’s one of my best friends and that only makes this worse,” he said.
“Why is that?” I asked.
“Makes it more embarrassing,” he said, returning his eyes to the floor.
“Don’t worry, I’m very professional and this is only between us,” I said.
“If you say so,” he said, pausing before confessing, “Deals with the seven sins so take a guess.”
I thought about it for a few seconds and answered, “Lust, at your age it is probably that.”
“Yes, I just can’t help it,” he said.
“You can help it, you just don’t know how to,” I said.
“No, I’m addicted to pornography,” he said with noticeable frustration in his voice.
“I see,” I said, thinking about how to approach the matter.
“It takes over me, it gets me away from doing other things like studying,” he continued.
“Yes, that is why your parents are worried but I can help you,” I said.
“How so?” he asked.
I grabbed my Bible from my purse and started reading him one verse that I felt would best resonate with him. I had never dealt with anything remotely close to his case, but I was sure there was a way to break his addiction to pornography and masturbation.
As I read him the verse, he interrupted me by asking, “I mean, doesn’t everyone masturbate?”
“No,” I answered.
“You don’t?” he asked me.
“I do not,” I answered.
“But how? You don’t ever feel the urge or you just suppress it?” he asked.
“As humans, we all feel a certain way sometimes and it is just about knowing what to do and what not to do,” I answered.
My answer was honest, my husband and I hadn’t been intimate in years and that only made my urge to masturbate come around more often but I was strong enough to suppress it.
“But I can’t control myself,” he admitted.
“Let’s continue reading and you will get a better perspective,” I said.
Once we finished the verses, he stayed quiet and thought about his situation. I was hoping he would relate and find it in him to make the change because nobody could do it for him.
“I wanna try something,” he said.
“What is it?” I asked.
He stood up and walked over to the other side of the bed to get a black box out of his nightstand drawer.
“I need you to trust me,” he said.
“What is this about?” I asked.
“Trust and truth,” he said, opening the box and handing me a blindfold. “Put it on please.”
I put the blindfold on and smiled at what he could possibly have in mind. He grabbed my wrists and tied something soft around them. I felt him walk around the bed and then he gently pushed me down on his bed.
“What are you doing, Sam?” I asked nervously.
“Trust and truth,” he repeated.
He quickly pushed something into my mouth and secured it behind my head. It was like a ball or something that wouldn’t let me talk. He got on top of me and forcefully unzipped my pants while I tried kicking him off me. He caught one of my kicks and grabbed my other leg so he could yank my pants down. He then got back on top of me and came closer to lick my neck.
“Let’s see if you believe what you say,” he said.
He went down my body and spread my legs out to give him access to my unused lady parts. He moved my panties aside with his teeth and licked the length of my opening up to my clitoris. In a matter of seconds, he had set me up to have his way with me. I was blindfolded with my wrists tied to the bed posts, my mouth occupied by a ball gag, and my legs pinned open my him.
He licked me in every way imaginable and my body couldn’t help but react at the stimulation. The more he licked my clitoris, the more aroused and wetter I got. It was my first time ever receiving oral sex and the feeling was so overwhelming that I didn’t have to strength to fight him anymore. His tongue licked circles around my sensitive nub and it made me squirm like a virgin.
“You are delicious,” he said.
He removed his mouth from my wetness and got on top of me to rub his penis over my opening and clitoris.
“Let me give you what your husband doesn’t,” he said into my left ear, pushing his penis into me.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and began penetrating me as hard as he could. My vagina wasn’t used to such thrusting and stretching but the fact that I had self-lubricated made it pleasurable instead of painful
“You are so wet,” he said.
He buried his penis deep inside and removed the gag to push his tongue inside my mouth. I thought about biting his tongue but instead accepted it in full submission. I couldn’t pretend like I wanted to fight him when in reality I was enjoying every single second of it.
“How does it feel?” he asked, thrusting into me.
“So good,” I said, feeling something forming deep inside of me.
“How does it feel to be cheating? To be getting fucked so good?” he asked.
“I love it,” I said, admitting to him that this was my darkest fantasy.
He pulled harder on my hair and asked, “Your husband ever fuck you like this?”
“No, never,” I said.
The amount of pleasure I was feeling made my entire body feel hot and it also made me lose all my inhibitions. For many years, I had been suppressing my desires and living a life that I wasn’t truly happy with. I would never abandon my religion but it was time to free myself and accept certain things about my life.
Our tongues returned to playing with each other while his left hand fondled my breasts. He let go of my hair and placed his hand firmly around my neck to support himself as he thrust into me. The feeling of getting choked combined with penetration drove me absolutely crazy, making me wetter and causing my vagina to involuntarily tighten around his penis.
He moved his left hand from my breasts down to my clitoris and began rubbing it furiously. The feeling inside of me grew more and more with the added pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warned.
His hand tightened around my neck, causing me to almost lose consciousness.
“Oohhmmmgg,” he groaned, ejaculating inside of me.
My vagina tightened harder around his penis, milking all his fertile seed.
“Ahhhmmmggg,” I moaned, experiencing my first-ever orgasm.
I arched my back and curled my toes at the sexual bliss that my orgasm had brought me to. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced and it was caused by a sixteen-year old who was one of my son’s best friends.
Once my orgasm subsided, he untied me and took the blindfold off.
“Sorry, I just had to try it,” he said.
“It’s ok, just keep it between us,” I said.
“No more porn for me,” he said, showing me his gorgeous smile.
“Yeah, porn will be boring for you now,” I said with a laugh.
I fixed my panties and got out of bed to pick up my pants.
“You are freaking hot,” he said. “I mean, gorgeous.”
“Thank you but I should get going.” I said, not wanting to stay around any longer.
On my way home, I stopped at an empty parking lot and broke down in tears. I had cheated on my husband and the immense guilt felt horrible. It had all happened so fast and I couldn’t have done anything to stop Sam once he had me under his control.
'I could have fought harder or even prevented him from tying me up in the first place,' I thought.
I got home and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. I started crying again and blamed myself for having been so weak. One moment of weakness had changed my life and the thoughts that had ran through my mind during the sex were no longer present.
'I felt different but that wasn’t me. That is not who I am,' I told myself.
The following day, I was scheduled to go for another Bible study lesson with Sam and that would give us time to talk things over. I dressed similar to the day before, with a red sweater and black dress pants.
I got to Sam’s house and once again didn’t see a car in the driveway or garage. I ran the doorbell and he answered the door right away.
“Hey,” he said.
“We need to talk,” I said, walking into his home.
“You regret it, right?” he asked.
“That and more,” I said, holding back tears.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“It’s your fault but more so mine,” I said.
I followed him up to his room and saw a pink bag on his bed. He handed it to me and shook his head, as he was not expecting for me to show up like this. I reached into the bag and pulled out a red bra and panty.
“Let’s just keep it between us,” he said, placing his hand on my thigh.
I held up the bra and noticed the lace detail on the top of the cups.
