The Priest and the Couple: Part 2

The next night the church was locked and dark.

Only one candle still burned near the altar, casting long shadows across the empty pews. Elias waited in the confessional with the door open, cassock already unbuttoned down the front, the heavy weight of his cock half-hard against his thigh.

They arrived together at exactly 10:17 p.m.

Vivian wore the same black dress. No bra. No panties. Marcus’s hand rested on the small of her back like he was steadying himself.

Elias didn’t speak. He simply stood, walked out of the booth, and pointed to the thick rug in front of the altar.

“Kneel.”

They both dropped.

He moved behind Marcus first.

The husband’s breath hitched when Elias fisted a hand in his hair and pulled his head back. Elias leaned down and spoke against his ear, voice low and rough.

“Last night you watched me fuck your wife. Tonight you feel it.”

He shoved two thick fingers into Marcus’s mouth. Marcus sucked them without hesitation, tongue working, eyes already dark. Elias pulled the fingers free, slick with spit, and reached down to open Marcus’s pants. The husband’s cock sprang free—hard, flushed, already leaking. Elias wrapped his wet hand around it and stroked once, slow and deliberate, while his other hand pushed Marcus’s shirt up and pinched a nipple hard enough to make him groan.

Vivian watched, lips parted, thighs pressed together.

Elias released Marcus only long enough to yank Vivian forward onto her hands and knees between them. He shoved her dress up to her waist, spread her thighs wider with his knee, and pushed two fingers into her cunt without warning. She was already soaked. The wet sound filled the silent church.

“Look at her,” Elias ordered Marcus. “Look how wet she gets when she knows you’re about to take my cock.”

Marcus’s voice was strained. “I see her.”

Elias pulled his fingers free, lined the thick head of his cock up with Marcus’s entrance, and pushed in slowly—one long, relentless inch at a time. Marcus’s forehead dropped to Vivian’s lower back. A broken sound tore out of his throat as Elias stretched him open. Elias didn’t stop until his hips were flush against Marcus’s ass, every inch buried deep.

He held still for three heartbeats, letting him feel the burn, then started fucking him in deep, powerful strokes. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the stone walls. One of Elias’s hands stayed on Marcus’s hip. The other reached around to stroke the husband’s cock in time with every thrust.

Vivian turned beneath them, rose onto her knees, and took Marcus’s cock into her mouth. She sucked him deep while Elias fucked him harder, the dual sensation making Marcus shake. Elias’s free hand tangled in Vivian’s hair, guiding her rhythm, forcing her farther down every time he bottomed out inside her husband.

“This is your penance,” Elias rasped. “Taking every inch while your wife swallows your cock. You’re both mine now.”

Marcus came first—sudden and hard, flooding Vivian’s throat with a guttural groan. She swallowed everything, eyes watering, then pulled off with a wet sound. Elias didn’t slow down. He fucked Marcus through it, chasing his own release, until he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside him with a low, broken curse.

He stayed locked inside Marcus for a long moment, breathing hard. When he finally pulled out, a thick trickle of cum slipped down the husband’s thigh. Elias caught it with two fingers and pushed it back inside him, slow and deliberate, while Vivian watched with glassy eyes.

Elias turned her next.

He shoved her onto her back on the rug, spread her thighs wide, and pushed into her cunt in one long thrust. She was still soaked from earlier. He fucked her hard and deep while Marcus recovered beside them, still on his knees, watching. Elias leaned down and sucked one of Vivian’s nipples into his mouth, hard and wet, while his thumb rubbed her clit in tight circles.

She came twice before he let himself follow—first with a sharp cry, then again harder when he pinched her other nipple and slammed deep. Elias buried himself to the hilt and filled her, pulsing thick ropes of cum until it leaked out around his cock.

When he pulled out, Marcus was the one who gathered the release with two fingers and pushed it back inside his wife, slow and careful, while Elias watched.

They stayed on the rug in front of the altar for a long time, the single candle still burning, the taste of each other still on their tongues.

Elias fixed his cassock with steady hands.

“Tomorrow night,” he said quietly. “The rectory. Both of you. And this time neither of you leaves until I say.”

Vivian’s smile was slow and filthy.

Marcus’s voice was rough.

“Yes, Father.”