The Pastor's Partner

Chapter 4

The line was ringing, and Ellie gripped her coffee mug to make sure she didn't just hang up the phone before anyone could answer.

"Surely, he is busy." She thought. "Maybe he isn't even open right now." After all, it was mid-afternoon, but that is when she had an hour of quiet- when Suzie was down for a nap and Ellie could let her mind wander. Her mind wandered back to those pictures she had seen over a week ago and she jumped off the couch. She was going to call today before she forgot again, she promised herself.

So here she was, holding her coffee cup like the Hulk, trying to maintain even breathing, and talking to herself.

"Hello, this is Rich." boomed the deep voice from the other side of her phone.

"Hello, Rich. I am calling to confirm this is Rich Brust- the photographer." she said evenly, he voice measured and clear. Ellie was not sure where that surge of confidence appeared from, but as soon as she heard his deep voice her professional instincts kicked in.

"Yes, this is. How can I help you?" He replied. His voice was unrushed and he didn't have a hint of arrogance about him. Ellie realized it was his tone that put her at ease. The way he spoke that simple sentence.

 Ellie explained seeing his pictures and how she wanted to create her own present for someone special. Rich explained the process and was happy to give her some of his tips. He took time to explain different types of appointments, places to find lingerie, and how his studio was set-up.

30 minutes flew by, and Ellie was booking an appointment for the following week. She would have to get a babysitter, but she could make the trip to the city, have the session, and be back in 3-4 hours. She hung up feeling a giddy about the upcoming appointment. If she was really honest, she was also horny at the thought of another man seeing her in lace.

That night after Suzie was tucked in her bed, Ellie opened the drawer that for too long had been forgotten. She looked at the beautiful pieces, most of them she had not worn since before she was pregnant with Suzie. She pulled out a white lace one-piece. It was made of lace and stings. It fit like a swimsuit, but the plunging neckline went down almost to her belly button. The straps over her shoulder connected to a strap across her back that snapped, but below that was her bare back. After she tied the 2 stings that connect material from one side of her core to the other, because of the hole in the material between her legs, she wouldn't be able to take pictures laying down, but she loved her exposed back and the white against her flesh. She stood back and looked at herself in the mirror. She was amazed at the way her breast still filled out the soft lace that down the front. Her thighs looked tan and muscular against the white. "Yes," she thought "this one is going to the shoot." 

All the sudden she heard a sharp breath and spun around. She hadn't heard her husband walk in. He was loosening a tie with one hand, shutting the bedroom door with the other, and taking in ever inch of her with his lustful eyes.

"Is this why you asked me about dressing up last week?" He asked. He couldn't hide the tremble in his voice. Ellie knew what she was doing to her husband and it made her wet. He eyes slid down from his tie to his dress pants and the budge that was straining against the material.

She began slowly walking over to him, ignoring his question. Ellie grabbed one side of the tie and jerked it down off his neck. Chris let out a small groan and she knew he was putty in her hand. Chris bent down to connect his lips to his and began to kiss her softly. Ellie returned his kiss, but she wanted more. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in hungrily. She let her mind think about being in this white, lace lingerie in front of another man and posing for him. She thought about the rush of someone else seeing her body. Those thoughts turned her on and made her take charge. She wanted Chris and she wanted him now.

Her hands worked down, unbuttoning his shirt as they deepen their kiss. She trailed her tongue over his lips and he moaned into her mouth. Ellie ran her hands up his chest and under his shirt, never leaving contact with his skin. Her hands gripped his shoulders and lifted his shirt away. When Ellie squeezed Chris' shoulders, it was as if it snapped him out of a trance and he grabbed at his shirt practically tearing it off.

His hands found Ellie's ass and he lifted her up, pulling her legs around his waist. He closed the distance to the bed in 2 wide steps and then carefully, he leaned forward placing his wife on the bed but never losing contact with her lips.

Ellie was letting her hands roam across his face. She loved the rough feeling of his stubble. She craved his rough chin on her back and on her stomach and between her legs. Ellie arched her back and moaned at the thought of him kissing her core. She was desperate for a release now. Ellie pushed up off the bed and flipped on top of Chris. She grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head as she straddled him and made sure she could feel his erection against her. She kissed from his jaw down his neck. She loved feeling him squirm under her. She kissed down his chest and stop on his hip. She pent time sucking and licking that sensitive part- it made delicious sounds escape from his lips and every time she sucked, she could feel his erection twitch.

Slowly, she slid his pants and boxers off and let his manhood spring free. It stood hard and warm as she gripped it and felt the veins with her fingers. Slowly, she ran her thumb over his tip and he called out "God, Ellie, I want you."

This.

This was want she had wanted to hear for the past year. Chris took the lead and flipped her so that he was over her now. He hungrily pulled her white lingerie off and smiled down at her. He grabbed the base of his erection and slowly ran it back and forth over her wet entrance. She moaned without being able to control the raw sounds escaping her. "Please, Chris. I want you- please..." her voice trailed off as she realized she almost asked her husband to f**k her hard. She wasn't sure how he would react if she used that language in the bedroom. She was glad she caught herself before that escaped her lips.

Her mind was brought back when she felt him enter her- his warmth and girth filling her. She bent her knees and pulled them up, allowing Chris to go deeper and hit her spot. She gripped his shoulders and butt and he was thrusting into her. Ellie matched him, lifting her hips to meet him. She was trying to concentrate on the sensation of him filling her, the sound of the slapping skin, the salty taste of his neck, and the feeling of his butt- he had a cute, hard butt.

She was losing control- she could feel herself on the edge and her breaths became erratic. Chris was hitting her core over and over- pushing her to the edge. She closed her eyes tightly, knowing she was about to c*m, trying to control her words and face when she lost herself in pleasure. All the sudden she felt her body convulse and her muscles squeeze his c**k inside her. The orgasm was intense and every nerve was tingling, she pulled her hand back and without thinking she connected it hard and fast to his butt. Chris immediately cried out "Oh God, Ellie..." and exploded inside her. 

Ellie was trying to keep her body moving with him, milking him as he came hard, but she was horrified. Did she just spank her husband?

Chris rested on top of her, trying to catch his breath. Ellie softly peppered his shoulders with kisses and silently prayed he would not say anything about the spanking. What had she been thinking? How had she let her body move without her control? What possessed her to do that?

After they both caught their breath, Chris rolled off, kissed her cheek and headed for the shower. Ellie got up, cleaned herself, and placed the lingerie in the dirty clothes hamper. She knew that was one piece she was definitely taking next week. When she head the shower quit running, she quickly pulled on a night shirt and jumped under the covers hoping to pretend to be asleep by the time Chris joined her. Although, they never had a conversation about s*x, she had never spanked him before. Ellie really did not want to talk about it. She pulled up the covers and rolled over facing the wall. A few minutes later she felt Chris dip into bed with her. He leaned over, kissed her temple and whispered "I love when you dress up for me."