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Chapter 5: Confessions
Viola waddled down the aisle of Saint Patrick’s Cathedral; she made weekly visits to the church since moving back to New York. Her and her family spent two years in Texas before finally admitting that they were all homesick for New York. For the past 6 months she came to the church for a weekly confession. Now that her and Micheal were pregnant again she felt confessing would help her handle the guilt of her affair with Patrick. She managed to hide under the corporate radar after resigning her position with Patrick’s firm and working for a smaller company that really hadn’t made a name for themselves in the world of finance.
To make sure Patrick didn’t know that Viola and her family was moving back to New York, she deleted his number from Micheal’s phone. They had kept in touch from time to time but as soon as they made the decision Viola got into Micheal’s email and deleted Patrick’s contact info and did the same on his phone. When asked if she had a way of contacting Patrick Viola said no; he was definitely out of her system and wanted to keep it that way. She rarely thought about him and when she did she would confess her impure thoughts. Every Wednesday evening she waddled to Saint Patrick’s cathedral. She sat and prayed in the pew right before her confession. She then got up and went into the confession box and waited for the priest. When she heard the priest enter she immediately began her routine.
“Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession. I accuse myself of the following sins. I masturbated again to my ex boss. I had just finished taking a shower and was rubbing myself down with oil and I slid my hand down along my belly, my skin was so soft and I thought back to a time where my old boss gave me a massage.”
“My child would you care to tell me your bosses name?”
“Well Father I usually don’t but well his first name is Patrick.”
“You may continue with your confession, my child.”
“Well I lowered my hand to my umm…. womanhood and preceded to finger myself as I thought about my past indiscretion.”
The priest cleared his throat.
“I massaged and rubbed myself with my oily hand as Patrick did one time, he was thanking me for a job well done for a project I had assisted him kütahya escort with.”
“Did you relieve yourself?”
“Yes Father I orgasmed and softly moaned Patrick’s name.”
“Why haven’t you contacted Patrick in two years? Why didn’t you tell him you moved back to New York?”
Viola paused “What? Wait. I never mentioned me moving.” She squinted past the screen. She could barely see who she was looking at before he torn his door open and left the confessional booth. In seconds her door was torn open and standing before her was Patrick in a cassock smirking.
“Well, well, well, Ms. Viola Jean.”
Viola was in shock. Patrick looked older, he had facial hair, neatly trimmed, he looked more built and leaner as if he spends days in the gym; in two years he went from boyish good looks to an handsome young man. Her eyes drifted to his left hand a shiny platinum band rested on his wedding finger. Patrick followed her eyes and as if reading her mind.
“Trish is good in case you were wondering. No kids yet,” He eyed Viola like a meal “You’re looking ravishing.”
Viola took a deep breath, inside she was jelly but she kept her cool. “How did you find me?”
“Well after you tendered your resignation, I called Mike a few times before he suddenly stopped calling and returning my texts. I knew you probably had something to do with it, you’re so clever blocking numbers and emails deleting numbers. Clever little Viola. You forgot you’re my slave I will always find you.”
Patrick entered Viola’s side of the confessional, smirking.
“There’s not enough room in here.” Viola said as Patrick moved in closer and pulled the door closed.
“Sure there is. We don’t need much space between us.”
Patrick was pressed against Viola’s round pregnant belly. They both could feel her unborn child move around.
“Patrick, stop this.”
“Viola Jean you’ve been very insubordinate.”
His hand caressed her tummy. Viola had on a maternity silk shirt. Patrick ran his hands all over her stomach he smiled as her child kicked at him. Viola closed her eyes, his touch hadn’t changed. He was firm but tender in his touches. Patrick slid his hand under her shirt.
“You’ll get your punishment soon enough. You seem like you are in need.”
“Micheal malatya escort meets my needs thank you.”
“So he doesn’t exceed your needs he just meets them.” Patrick’s hands traveled into Viola’s pants and then panties. He pressed his finger against her clit.
“Patrick.”
“Shhh let me take care of you Viola.” Patrick whispered. He leaned in and kissed her cheek, dragging his lips along her face and lower and nibbled and licked along her slender neck.
Viola moaned and purred as she humped Patrick’s hand, she could feel him slide three fingers in and out of her juicy pregnant pussy.
“Wow I heard pregnant pussy is always ready. You are deliciously soaked. Turn around so I can feel how big your ass got.”
Viola turned around, it was kind of hard even the small space they were in but she managed to oblige Patrick.
Patrick ran his hand along the curves of Viola’s body. He squeezed Viola’s round ass which was significantly bigger than he remembered. She moaned for him. Patrick unbuttoned the lower half of his cassock; he wore only his boxers underneath. He rubbed his cock, already swollen with anticipation.
“I’ve missed you sweet Viola. From your confession I assume you miss me too.”
His hands reached around her and began unfastening her pants. Viola grabbed his wrist stopping his movements.
“Patrick before this goes further think of Trish. She’s your wife don’t you want to be true to her? Plus we’re in a church!!”
Patrick hugged her from behind, she could feel his hard cock pressed against her backside.. He kissed her sad face. “I am yours just as much as you are mine. Trish is my wife because you aren’t. You belong to me and I’m tired of reminding you of that. I don’t care where we are at, a building is a building and I want you”. He kissed the back of her neck at the end of every sentence he spoke.
Viola’s eyes fluttered, she couldn’t fight that she missed him, the way he smelled, the way he felt, the way he tasted. They constantly played cat and mouse. She took a deep breath and exhaled. “Fuck it.” She thought as she spread her legs a bit and helped Patrick position himself behind her.
Patrick angled Viola a bit to bend over enough so that he could slide into her with ease. He clenched manisa escort his teeth trying to hold back cumming as he felt Viola’s sugar-walled pussy grip his dick. He slid slowly in and out of her, her pussy was tight, warm, and extremely wet. He slid in and out, fighting the urge to speed up and cum. His pressed a thumb against Viola’s tiny asshole. She groaned and grunted, her asshole hadn’t been touched since that night in her basement with Patrick. Her whole body was tight and hot; every stroke Patrick gave her put her one step closer to orgasm.
“Give it to me Patrick! Fuck me fuck me!”
Patrick’s pace sped up, he pounded into her. She bent over more using her hands pressed against the confessional walls to support her. Her belly hung forward as she arched her back.
Patrick began finger fucking Viola’s asshole with his thumb. He made circles on the rim of it and inserted his thumb in and out; he pushed it deep into her up to his knuckle. Viola adjusted to the discomfort, it had been so long since anything has been inserted in her ass and it had been even longer since she’s been touched by Patrick. She could feel her asshole stretch open as if begging for more.
Patrick wanted to slide into her ass so badly but no lube will cause Viola to make too much noise. He got on his knees and was face to face with Viola’s puckered brown eye. He smashed his face into her ass. His tongue found her sweet asshole and worked its way around it. Viola reached a hand behind herself and pushed Patrick’s face deeper into her as she moaned. Patrick reached up and fingered her wet pussy. His two fingers slid in and out of her wet hole as he tongue-fucked her asshole.
“I’m close to cumming Patrick.” she whispered.
Viola’s juices flowed down Patrick’s hand; he could feel her body tighten up he knew she was on the edge.
“Patrick!.” she exclaimed as she exploded all over his hand. Her sphincter tightened around his tongue. As her orgasm subsided Patrick placed kisses all over Viola ass and he slowly slid a finger in and out of her pussy.
“Oh Patrick.” she cooed.
Patrick stood up, his cock was rock hard needing release but he denied himself. He helped Viola turn around and looked into her eyes.
“I need to see your naked body, I need to fuck your ass! I have a place we can go to right now, come with me Viola, don’t be difficult.”
Viola gave him a small smile and barely nodded as she took his hand in hers. “What kind of slave would I be if I let your needs go unsatisfied?”
The couple snuck out of the confessional unnoticed and walked out of the church…