The Long Game Ch. 01

Father Ryan was not a man who succumbed easily to primal urges, but Maureen, a young wife half his age, broke down the wall he had built around himself to avoid temptation.

It wasn't just that she was gorgeous. Plenty of women in his parish were as good looking or even better looking than her, but none of them looked at him, returned his stare, like she did.

She seemed as interested in him as he was in her.

He ignored the voice in his head telling him to stay away, to remember his vows, to remember she was married to someone else, that she was off limits, but instead sought her out. He felt compelled to know her better.

He tracked her down after Mass as she was about to get in her car.

She didn't seem surprised to see him, but then they had been staring at each other throughout Mass.

"Maureen."

"Yes, Father," she answered a smile across her face.

"I heard through the grapevine you play tennis. Is that true? I've been invited to play in a doubles match on Saturday and need a partner.

"I do play tennis. I also golf. I'd love to be your partner."

He asked her, "Do you play for fun or to win?"

She assured him, "I'm very competitive. Just ask my husband Calvin."

"Good. So am I. Then it's a date."

"It is."

For some reason he referring to their match as a date made her happy.

He told her the details. It was a tournament. She would be gone all day. It wouldn't be an issue with her husband. She would tell him their plans had changed. He would accept the change like he always did.

She was very excited about spending the day with Father.

And she hated to admit, since he was a priest and she was a happily married woman, sexually aroused.

Later that day her husband Calvin was the beneficiary of her arousal.

While he made love to her she imagined it was Father she was making love with.

After they had intercourse Calvin had gone down on her, lapping up the seed he had just deposited, the seed she fantasized Father depositing in her.

She liked him cleaning her of his seed and since he wasn't averse to doing it she had come to expect him to lick her after he climaxed in her. He was a very oral man with she thought a very talented tongue.

He gave her wonderful orgasms using his tongue. His penis was another story. He wasn't very big and didn't last very long. If it was his second climax of the night he lasted a minute or two longer, long enough for her or him to rub her clitoris and give her an orgasm.

Most of the time they just had intercourse and he went down on her afterwards.

She was the dominant one in their marriage and her dominance extended to the bedroom.

She initiated sex and directed their activities. He followed her direction knowing what he was doing to her was what she wanted, what made her feel the best, what caused her to become crazed, cause her body to stiffen, made her scream.

He had been a good student and she an equally good teacher. She had taught him everything he knew about pleasing a woman. She was his first and only serious girlfriend.

They cuddled afterwards. She liked to remind him he had cleaned her of semen. She sensed he felt conflicted as if it was wrong, that because he did it he might be attracted to men. She wanted him to feel conflicted because she saw it as leverage.

Their shared secret made him feel indebted to her because he would be so embarrassed if it got out. What he forgot is it was her idea to have him lick up the semen he spilled onto her body.

He didn't only lick it from her sex, but from her breasts after a titty fuck, the palm of her hand when she caught it as she jacked him off, or off of her body if he got overexcited and climaxed on her.

She also gave it back to him after she performed fellatio on him.

"Your breath smells of cum, but I don't mind. I like the taste of your seed, Calvin. You are such a good kisser."

She moaned and told him, "I'm going to want you to pleasure me again after those kisses."

"My pleasure," Calvin said, a response embraced by a certain fast food restaurant decades later.

He skillfully worked his way down Maureen's body. He was as good at sucking, kissing, and licking her breasts as he was at eating her pussy.

He settled between her legs and pressed his mouth to her sex.

He began slowly licking her, running his tongue and down the inside of her labia, kissing and licking her inner thighs, flicking and sucking her clitoris, inserting a finger into her vagina and slowly fucking her with it.

They were both very relaxed. He was in no rush to get her off. He rather enjoyed the slow buildup taking her what she described as up the mountain.

She ran her fingers through his hair.

"After church I ran into Father. He said he heard I played tennis. I told him I did and that I also golfed. He asked me if I was interested in being his partner on Saturday."

"I told him I would love to be his partner. I thought we were playing another couple, but we're playing in a tournament. I'll be gone all day. I feel really honored he asked me. He said he's very competitive. I told him I am also."

Calvin's tongue was making her wet, but sharing her interaction with Father was adding to her arousal.

"Hmmm, that's it Calvin. Take your finger out and fuck me with your tongue. That feels so nice."

She grabbed his head and moved it at the speed she wanted, then let go. Calvin maintained the pace moving his head back and forth as if he was thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. He wasn't fucking her with his cock but his tongue.

She thought, "His tongue feels so much better than his penis."

"Would you put my rackets, balls, shoes, and clothes in the car tonight? I'm going to practice after work the next couple of days. You're such a sweetie. I don't want to disappoint him and be the weak link on our team."

"He was looking at me a lot during Mass. I thought he had something he wanted to discuss with me, but I had no idea he was going to ask me to be his tennis partner. I think it's a real honor."

"Saturdays you're normally really busy with the yard, cars, and the house. You won't even know I'm gone. You'll probably be more productive without me being in the way."

She was talked out and focused on her impending orgasm. She had gone from being passive to aggressively thrusting her hips, fucking Calvin's tongue. She grabbed a handful of his hair.

"Fuck me Calvin. Faster. That's it. So good."

Her body stiffened. She groaned for a good minute, loud enough to be heard throughout the house.

He slowed down then stopped knowing she was too overstimulated.

Their lovemaking had been very intense for him. He loved her aggressiveness and direction.

"That was really intense," she told him afterwards.

It was when he got on his knees that she noticed he had climaxed.

"I see it was intense for you too."

While she was always happy when he had hands free climaxes he was always a bit embarrassed when he had them.

He nodded that it had.

They got off of the bed. He gathered the towels. He grabbed a washcloth and cleaned the semen off of his body.

She headed to the shower and he headed to the kitchen to get dinner started.

She joined him in the kitchen. She had on her nightgown and robe.

After dinner the two of them put her tennis bag together. He then put her bag in her car.

She went to a tennis court Monday and Tuesday night and practiced her serve and hit balls against a wall. She felt like she would be ready on Saturday.

Calvin had dinner ready for her when she got home. She said she was going to take a quick shower.

The phone rang while she was in the shower.

Calvin answered the phone.

It was Father wanting to talk to Maureen.

"She's in the shower Father. She was out hitting balls and practicing her serve."

"Great. That's the reason I called. How long do you think before she gets out of the shower?"

"Ten to fifteen minutes Father. Should I have her call you?"

"No, I'll call back. I'm really excited about Saturday. I think we have a good chance of winning."

"She is too. It's all she talks about."

"Great. So what will you do on Saturday while your wife spends it with me?"

Father's seemingly innocent question had the same effect on Calvin as did Maureen's comments on Sunday. Not as extreme, but they did make his genitals tingle.

He answered, "I'll have plenty to do. Saturdays are a busy day for me catching up on what I didn't get done during the week."

"Maureen keeps you busy."

"She does, but I don't mind."

"So you won't mind if Maureen and I make it a habit to spend Saturday together?"

"I won't mind Father," he said reminding himself he was talking to a priest and to not read into his question, but his body reacting just the opposite.

"Great. I knew you would be supportive. I've had to find new partners when the husband makes it too difficult. It's rare but has happened. Most of the time the husbands are like you, extremely supportive of what their wife and I are doing."

Calvin said, "Surely they understand your schedule isn't as flexible as theirs."

"Exactly. It's not like we were together all the time, just a few evenings and most Saturdays every week."

"I won't be one of those difficult husbands. Maureen would kill me if I was," he added hoping to interject some humor into the discussion.

Father thought his comment funny and laughed, "I don't know if she would kill you but she would definitely give you a piece of her mind."

Maureen walked into the kitchen. She had a towel wrapped around her still damp hair. She had on a nightgown and thin robe.

"Who are you talking to?" Maureen asked.

He answered, "Father Ryan."

He spoke into the phone, "Father, Maureen's out of the shower now. I'll hand her the phone now. Was nice talking to you. Feel free to call anytime you want to talk to her."

"Thank you Calvin. What's the latest I can call?"

"Ten or even ten thirty."

"Great. I don't see myself calling that late but sometimes I have evening meetings that drag out and I won't have a chance to call until I'm back home."

"Not a problem Father. We can accommodate your schedule."

He handed the phone to Maureen who looked anxious to talk to Father.

The look she gave him told him she wanted privacy. He went back into the kitchen. He was within earshot of her voice and she spoke loudly enough for him to hear.

He mainly focused on the tone of her voice. It was different than when she normally spoke to people. Softer, sweeter, he thought thinking his wife might have a crush on Father.

Her behavior reminded him of a young girl on the phone with someone she was interested in.

He didn't know how he felt about her having a crush on Father; he was a handsome man, athletic, charismatic, very outgoing, sincere. He found the idea of them being together strangely arousing.

His earlier climaxes, the one during intercourse and the second while pleasuring her Maureen had triggered with all of her talk about Father. He wondered if she made the connection.

Or if she would be upset if she suspected there was a connection. There was always a possibility he was completely wrong, misreading everything.

They talked for fifteen minutes. She walked into the kitchen to hang up the phone. She barely made eye contact with him as she was so focused on Father.

Before hanging up the phone she told him she would meet him after work to play tennis. She motioned to Calvin to bring her the calendar hanging on the kitchen wall.

He watched as she penned in dates, times, places. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, tournament on Saturday.

She told him, "We'll be ready. I agree it's important we play as a team so we're comfortable with each other."

"Bye. See you tomorrow."

He served their plates. Over dinner she told him what she was doing the rest of the week. Every night with Father. Playing against each other Wednesday night. Playing other couples Thursday and Friday. Tournament. Saturday.

"We'll be ready."

"I think you will be too."

"Tell me about your conversation with Father. I want to know everything you discussed."

Calvin thought about it.

"We mainly chatted about you. He asked if he could call to talk to you. I told him up until ten or ten thirty. He said he had lots of meetings in the evenings so he didn't get back to his house until late."

"What else?"

"He asked how if I was okay with you spending Saturday with him. I told him I was. He made it sound like it was going to be a regular occurrence."

She nodded, "Sounds like you and he had a nice chat. He said you were very gracious giving up your time with me."

After dinner before heading to the living room she told him to get the kitchen cleaned up fast.

She added, "I think you know why."

Fifteen minutes later he was on his knees orally pleasuring her.

Afterwards she thanked him.

"I needed that."

"Happy to oblige," he replied.

"I'm so glad he and I are playing. It's boring hitting a tennis ball against a wall or practicing your serve against an imaginary opponent. He and I are going to be spending a lot of time together the next four days."

"You said he was competitive so I'm not surprised. You'll be ready."

"I hope so. I don't want to disappoint him."

"You won't. You're a really good tennis player."

"I know I am. Are you hard or did you climax while you were licking me?"

"I'm hard."

She replied, "I'm surprised. I thought for sure you would climax."

"I came close several times."

"I wouldn't have cared if you did, but I'm glad you didn't. I want you to fuck me."

He got on top of her. She guided him into her and told him to go slow. She rubbed her clitoris. It was towards the beginning of her orgasm when she encouraged him to speed up.

"That's it. Faster."

She rolled her hips to meet his thrusts all the while rubbing her clitoris faster and faster.

He climaxed but kept thrusting afterward knowing she was just right behind him.

She let out a long groan followed by an even longer yes as her body stiffened signaling her orgasm had started.

"That was the best fuck we've ever had. I don't need another orgasm but I definitely want you to clean me."

He didn't even ask if she wanted him to use a washcloth because he knew what her answer would be. Besides, the urge to clean her of his semen was especially strong.

"I like you cleaning me Calvin. It's such a neat way for you to show me how much you love me. I know many couples would find it degrading but I think it's beautiful."

She then talked about Father as she ran her fingers through Calvin's hair. His penis was short so his semen wasn't far in her. He produced a lot of ejaculate.

She could feel his tongue inside her vagina, collecting it and bringing it to his mouth, swallowing it, then going back for more.

"I can see Father and I becoming really good friends, him becoming part of our family. Maybe us going on vacation together. A cruise would be nice or a cabin in the woods. A trip to Europe."

"You travel a lot. Maybe one time we can go with you. While you're working Father and I could play tourist and go sightseeing. Wouldn't that be neat?"

He paused to tell her yes. He didn't know if what she hoped for was even possible, but he certainly wasn't going to dissuade her. His role was to encourage her.

Her sex was clean. He looked at it. The flesh was wet and swollen. He pulled her labia apart until he exposed her clitoris which was swollen.

He blew on it then flicked it with his tongue once or twice.

"Want me to continue?"

"I do. Promise me you'll go slow. I want to close my eyes and do some daydreaming."

He didn't ask but knew she was referring to Father.

"Thank you," she told him afterwards.

She got home late the next three nights. He had dinner warming in the oven for her, but she and Father had grabbed a bite after several hours of tennis.

"We were starving and not ready to say good night. It gave us a chance to talk about our days. We never run out of things to talk about."

Calvin was well aware of what was happening. His wife was falling for Father, each time they were together a little bit harder.

He told her Friday night she had a glow about her. She laughed and said some of her coworkers had made the same comment.

Saturday evening Maureen cuckolded her husband.

She left the house Saturday morning. They hugged and kissed. He wished her good luck and told her to tell Father hello.

"I will. So am I still glowing?"

He studied her face. He was very conscious of her body as they were in an embrace, her crotch pressed against his. His penis twitched.

"You definitely are."

"I feel like I am too. I think I'm glowing because I'm really happy. Do you like my glow?"

"I do Maureen."

"You've been so supportive Calvin. I hope you continue to be."

"I will."

"I know you will. You're a good husband."

"I try to be."

She got into the car. He watched her back out of the garage. He looked down at the front of his shorts and the erection they were concealing. He wondered if she had noticed his erection.

Saturdays were busy for him. As he cleaned the house, did the laundry, washed his car, did the lawn, and tended to his garden, he also thought about Father and Maureen.

Without explicitly saying so it was now understood between Calvin and Maureen, Father was the reason for her glow. She had also gotten Calvin to admit he liked her glow meaning he supported her friendship with Father.

Not that she needed it, he had given her the green light that morning. Knowing she could count on him made things easier as she didn't see him as an obstacle or source of friction.

He had reacted the way she wanted him to. The question he asked himself is if he had reacted the way he wanted to. He decided he had. He wondered why the idea of she and Father having a relationship excited him.

He couldn't put his thumb on why it excited him. He didn't feel particularly inadequate. He wished his erect penis was larger but they made it work. He felt like they were close and he met most of her needs but also recognized he couldn't meet all of them.

He did feel Father had characteristics women wanted in a man. Taller, more athletic, better looking, more polished, more mature, more dominant. His age wasn't an obstacle, but made him even more attractive.

All he knew is he was now sharing his wife with another man, a man who had even commented about her spending more time with her. Father knew Maureen had a crush on him and he wasn't doing anything to dissuade it.

He asked himself what he wanted to happen. He couldn't deny the sexual component. The idea of his wife having sex with another man aroused him as did the idea of her having a relationship that went beyond sex.

It also scared him. He sensed Maureen understood his responses to mean he would not compete against Father, but step aside, that he would not make her choose, but support her desires.

He said aloud, "You can do it Calvin. Take a back seat. Give her your undying support. Face it. You already do. This is just the next step. You had to know this was going to eventually happen. You married a very strong willed woman. It's no wonder she's attracted to a man like him. He's everything you're not."

Being busy made the waiting for his wife to come back easier and kept him from thinking solely about them, but after he had everything on his list done time slowed down and the thoughts he shouldn't be having flooded his brain.

He wondered why he wanted this. He also didn't think he could stop it if he wanted to. The only one who could stop it was Father. Maureen was infatuated with him. She must sense he felt the same.

Afternoon faded into evening. He told himself a whole group of them was going out to celebrate afterwards, have dinner and drinks. Maureen had told them the tournament wasn't affiliated with the church.

He wondered how many people would even know he was a priest, especially if Maureen addressed him by Jack and not Father. The idea of them being seen as a couple by others excited him. He softly stroked his erection, scooped up the bead of precum at the tip of his penis, and licked it from his finger.

Maureen he decided would be thrilled if others saw them as a couple. They would look at her rings, the diamond engagement ring and the gold wedding band and assume Jack and her were husband and wife.

Maureen was not one to call him. Early in their marriage she had made it quite clear she didn't like the idea of reporting her whereabouts to him. She said it made her feel like she was asking permission and she was a grown woman, not a child and he wasn't her father.

She had told him if there was a problem she would call him. Otherwise, he should assume she was safe.

There was a double standard because she did insist he keep her informed of his whereabouts and to call her if he was running late so she wouldn't worry. From time to time she took it a step further. When he told her he was going to go do something she told him it could wait, that she had something else needing his attention.

It was a test of wills and he always caved. The upside was she normally rewarded him for not fighting her. As for the reward, it was an invitation to lay between her legs and use his mouth to pleasure her.

As the little hand of the clock approached nine he thought he would hear the garage door open any minute. He thought the same at ten and at eleven.

He debated staying on the couch or going to bed and decided he should go to bed because he had no idea when she would return.

He was a light sleeper and he was anxious.

He heard the garage door open; it was just after midnight. He thought about getting up. His heart pounded in his chest. His mouth was dry. He heard the garage door close, the door to the house open and close, the door to the refrigerator open and close, a cabinet open.

He pictured her pouring herself a glass of iced tea or water from one of the pitchers in the refrigerator.

She was suddenly standing in the doorway.

"Are you awake?" Maureen softly asked.

"I am. How did it go?"

"Really well. We didn't win but came in second."

"That's good."

"Father was happy with the results."

"I bet."

She approached the side of the bed where he was lying.

"Did you think about me?"

"From the time you left."

"What did you think about?"

"I hoped you were having a good time. Did you have a good time?"

"I did. It exceeded my expectations."

He touched the back of her leg.

"What about Father? Did he have a good time?"

"We had a great time."

His desire for her was great and immediate, "I want you so bad Maureen."

"I'm dirty."

He also wasn't above begging, "I don't care. Please."

She thought about telling him to get up and spread some towels out for her to lay on but thought riding his face was more appealing. Besides she sensed how badly he wanted it.

They weren't just reconnecting. What they were about to do was akin to them affixing their signatures to a contract. From the urgency in his voice he seemed eager to seal the deal.

She had already taken off her shoes. She wasn't wearing the same outfit she left the house with. She unbuttoned her jumper and pulled it off, removed her bra, and pulled down her panties.

"Get in the middle of the bed."

She got on the bed, placed a knee on each side of his face, then lowered her sex to his hungry mouth.

He groaned within seconds of his tongue making contact with her semen coated pink flesh, a sound she knew all too well as it was the one he made when he climaxed.

Hidden from her view his swollen manhood jerked and released a stream of sperm. Five contractions later his balls were empty.

She encouraged him to lick it all up to clean her. She hadn't anticipated being as turned on as she was.

Within a few minutes of being pleasured she orgasmed releasing a flood of her lubricant on his face.

She didn't get off his face right away and he was in no hurry to have her get off of his chest. He licked whatever semen he had access to but the smell of Father's semen lingered on her sex.

He pictured Father's cock going in and out of Maureen's vagina. The image excited him enough to make him hard again.

She told him he looked cute lying underneath her, his face framed by her thighs.

He placed his hands on her hips.

"I want to lick you some more Maureen."

"I want to lay down. Go get some towels."

He got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He pulled off his pajama bottoms, his erection sticking out, and headed to the bed. She watched as he spread out the towels. Afterwards she laid on top of them.

He didn't get on top of her but stretched out between her open legs.

He slipped his hands underneath her and grabbed her buttocks. He stared at her sex, especially the entrance to her vagina.

It didn't look any different in the dimly lit room.

"Be gentle. I'm a little sore down there, Calvin. He's a lot bigger than I'm used to."

"I will," he said gently lapping at her flesh.

"That feels nice," she said running her fingers through his hair, "You're hungry aren't you? Can't get enough? I'm glad you're so oral. Your approach to lovemaking is very different. You're gentler. He's very aggressive."

"He was so good Calvin. You're not surprised though are you? You knew he would be."

She stopped talking and focused on Calvin's tongue and the pleasure it was giving her.

"That was really nice Calvin. Was it good for you?"

There was a spot on the towel where he was lying that he had climaxed on.

"It was."

"Good. It's late and I'm exhausted. Spoon me."

He gathered up the towels, tossed them into the hamper then got under the covers with her. He snuggled up to her buttocks, draped an arm over her. He had a million questions, but they would have to wait.

"I love you," she said before drifting off.

"I love you too," he said hoping he could fall asleep quickly.

He didn't. He lay there wondering how she ended up in Father's bed. From the little she shared it had been very enjoyable for her. He wondered if it was because Father was so much bigger than him or simply because he was Father.

He thought about his marriage and his new status. I'm still her husband. We're still married, but she has a lover. He wondered if she saw Father as a second husband or boyfriend or if she saw Calvin as a husband on paper, but not in her heart.

He replayed the orgasm he had when she straddled his face. The contractions had been so strong and the succession between each so short. He had heard the term cuckold and even fantasized about being cuckolded, but he never really expected it to happen and in such a short amount of time.

Last Sunday Father invited her to play tennis and six days later took her to bed. They hadn't discussed the mechanics or the consequences. She wasn't on the pill.

She tracked her cycle religiously. When she was within the window he wore condoms and she used her diaphragm. Most of the time she gave him handjobs when she was in her fertile window.

Father hadn't used a condom. He decided if Father got her pregnant he would step up and raise their baby. Just like a cuckold would. He wondered if she would want him to father all her children. The thought made his penis get hard.

He pressed himself between Maureen's buttocks. He was tempted to use the friction of her buttocks against his penis to make him climax, but didn't.

He fell asleep.

In the morning they woke up together. It was nearly ten.

"I don't know about you Calvin, but I needed that."

She got out of bed, went to the bathroom and got back in. She hugged him to her. He hugged her back.

She asked him, "Any regrets?"

He nodded his head side to side and said, "No. And you?"

"None. I'm glad we did it."

"What comes next Maureen?"

"I don't know. I haven't thought that far ahead. I hope he wants a relationship and it wasn't a one time thing."

"You're in love with him."

She admitted she was then added, "I've thought a lot about having his baby. Does that surprise you?"

"Not at all," he said his penis feeling very swollen."

She reached between them and grabbed his penis.

"You're really hard. Why is that? You want him to get me pregnant don't you?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe? More like a very firm yes," she said squeezing his penis for emphasis.

He admitted, "Yes. I want him to get you pregnant."

"Why? You don't want to get me pregnant?"

Calvin answered, "You don't want to conceive with me. You know why. Because he's superior to me."

She didn't disagree.

He asked, "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

She smiled, "If you promise to make me breakfast."

"I promise."

"Let's get up. I'll go get the paper and put on a pot of coffee while you start cooking. I want pecan waffles and bacon. Extra crispy."

A half hour later they were seated at the kitchen table. She told him how it all unfolded beginning with Wednesday evening.