The Pastor's Partner

Chapter 1

7 years later.....

Ellie was stirring the pot of soup on the stove and trying to keep her patience as her daughter was picking up and dropping pans over and over. The clatter of the metal pans against the tile floors grated on every nerve in her body, but Suzie wasn't screaming so at this moment Ellie decided to pick her battles.

She had resigned to picking her battles a lot lately.  Her marriage to Chris was fine. But she had not imagined a life of fine. She and Chris had moved to a suburb 5 years ago for his call to the local church. The people here were friendly and Ellie was able to fit right in as the wife of the pastor. She quickly found a job closer to the city at an accounting firm, and she felt a sense of pride being able to contribute to the household income and earning the admiration of many of her co-workers. Ellie loved her independence and found it freeing to drive toward the city, kick ass as a CPA, and come home to make love to her husband. She felt like she had the best of both worlds.

But here she was 5 years after moving in this house, 2 years after having a baby and quitting her job to stay home. She was not unhappy, but she didn't feel the rush of her independence. She felt like she spent a lot of time waiting. Waiting for Suzie to feed herself, waiting for Suzie to wake up or fall asleep, waiting for Chris to come home, waiting for someone to see her as more than just a pastor's partner. 

She knew many women would kill for the life she lived every day. A husband that adored her- without a doubt. Chris showed her his love with random flowers, he never denied her s*x when she rolled over and began to kiss him, he always respected her wishes when she politely declined his s****l advances. He told her what a wonderful mother she was, he praised her as a wife, and he protected her in the church. But he never pushed her against a wall and kissed her hard. He never pulled her on top of him in a public place. He never tied her hands above her head.

Yes, she was used to picking her battle.  

She was hoping the soup would be ready by 6pm so that she could feed Suzie, get her in bed, and have a little time to herself before Chris came home. He was normally up at the church until 7:30 or 8 most nights. Ellie had resigned herself that Chris was married to the church and she was the other woman. He was a good husband and a good father, but his passion and drive to help people kept him out for long hours. Ellie admire that he wanted to help the poor, clothe the naked, and right the wrongs of the world. In fact, that drive was what had attracted her to him all those years ago.  But at that time, she thought she would be out there with him and not at home singing nursery rhymes and playing pat-a-cake. 

Oh s**t! The soup was burning as she was daydreaming. She quickly shut the stove off and pulled the pot over to a cool counter. She served up a bowl for Suzie and dropped an ice cube in it to help it cool quickly. She quickly helped her daughter into her highchair and set the bowl and spoon in front of her. Then, Ellie went back and served herself. She knew there would be no need to serve up a bowl for Chris. He would be home much later and was used to reheating whatever she had made.

Ellie tried to make conversation with her 2  year old, but silly songs and colors of the rainbow were not what she had in mind. Once Suzie stuck her hand in her bowl to play in her soup, Ellie knew she was done and it was on to bath time.  Ellie had her evenings running like a well oiled machine. Dinner, bath, lotion, books, prayers, songs, and then sleep. her nighttime routine with Suzie kept her mind off her loneliness.

Ellie scooped Suzie up and carried her to the bathroom. She started a bath while pulling the sticky clothes off her squirmy toddler.  Slowly, Ellie lowered her daughter into the warm bath. Suzie splashed and played- giggling happily. As Ellie reached in to pull her out, Suzie splashed her mom and the front of Ellie's entire shirt was socking wet.

"Ahh you silly girl" she cooed to her daughter and Suzie just giggled back.

Ellie wrapped and carried her daughter to the beautiful nursery across the hall. Suzie grabbed the lotion bottle already knowing the next steps in their routine, Ellie smirked mischievously. "Can I just let her put herself to bed now?"

Ellie quietly slipped out of the nursery and closed the door. Her tired girl was asleep during books tonight so thankfully she would have some time to herself. She walked into the master bathroom and saw the reflection of her soaked shirt. She could see the outline of her red bra, and wondered if Chris would notice it when he came home. Deciding not to wait for him to come home, she pulled her shirt over her head, but still felt the dampness on her chest. When Ellie started rubbing the moisture off ,the friction and heat it created aroused her n*****s and made them strain against the lace of her bra.  She turned herself so she couldn't see her reflection in the mirror and closed her eyes as she slipped her fingers inside her bra. She felt her hard round n*****s and grazed her fingers over them. The sensation surprised her and awoke a longing inside her. Now all the sudden she didn't want time to herself, she wanted her husband home. She decided to draw a bath for herself and set the tone so when Chris did show up, he might get the hint.  

15 minutes later, Ellie eased herself down into the hot water. She could already feel her muscles melting in the darkness. The shadows that the 3 lit candles threw across the walls mesmerized her and lulled her farther into relaxation.  She decided she would wash and shave her legs. She wanted to be desirable and sensual for Chris. She loved the candlelight reflecting off her smooth, wet legs and she pulled the razor up. She loved the smell of her vanilla body wash fill the steamy space. She allowed her fingers to linger and she lazily rub the body wash over her shoulders, down her arms, across her still hard n*****s. The excitement grew in the pit of her stomach and she wanted to turn that excitement into pleasure. She allowed her fingers to drop lower and lower until she was tracing the opening of her s*x. She rubbed around the opening, feeling the slick moisture that was present even in the water of the bath. Her breathing became more rapid and she felt her basic urges take over. Before she realized what she was doing, she thrust her finger inside her. The slow, low moan jerked her back to reality and she pulled her finger away. Instantly, she felt empty and the need to feel filled again took over. She slowly pushed 2 fingers deep inside her and lifted her hips to allow her fingers as deep as possible. Ellie closed her eyes and imagined being fingered by Chris in the middle of a restaurant. She imagined him pumping in and out of her, teasing her, and making her stifle the moans that dared to escape her lips.  Although her body was laying in a bathtub of lukewarm water, her mind was in a dark booth doing very naughty acts and excited about being caught in the act.

Unfortunately, when she heard the bathroom door open she realized she had been caught in the act.  By her own husband.