SINFUL PLEASURE

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The door to the other side of the confessional booth opened. Through the divider full of small holes, Father David Steel could see her. He recognized her as Mrs. Deborah Sanders, a teacher at the private school. She had been part of the welcome committee on the day of his arrival here to the parish. She was a good woman. Her husband also taught at the school. She was a math teacher while her husband taught Latin and English.

"Bless me Father for I have sinned". She said after settling down. "It's been five days since my last confession".

"The Lord bless you child, what are your sins?". Father Francis Clerk said by rote as he sat there, his c**k stiff in his pants. He adjusted himself carefully. These daily confessions from the married women in the church always turned him on.

"I ... I don't know how this happened, Father". She whispered.

"If you wish to find the Lord's forgiveness, you must repent, child". He said calmly. There was no judgement in his voice. That wasn't his place. It was the Lord's place to judge. He was just there to coax the sin from his parishioners and help them repent.

"I have been having ... an affair of sort. A relationship with a man who is not my husband". She croaked.

Harlot. That word stabbed through Father David Steel's mind. "I see".

"It's not even really a man per say..... not really". She continued. "It's one of my students at the private school. He is seventeen". She added hastily. "I ... I know it's wrong, I just can't bring myself to stop father. He is ... he is so young and handsome, and very good at.... doing it". She confessed.

Anger boiled through Father David Steel. It always did when he heard women confessing about their affairs. They present themselves as these loving family women, devoted to their husbands and children, then they confess how they cheat. Harlots. Whores. Sluts. They made a vow, dedicating themselves to one man, and they broke it!.

He listened to her pathetic protests. She just wanted to indulge in her carnal lusts like the others. She wanted to be f*****g every man she could just to fill up her lustful sinful hole.

"If you wish for the Lord's forgiveness, you must put a stop to the affair". He told her.

"I want to Father". She said, her voice broken. "I do. I love my husband, it's just that he is not as sexually active as before, and these young boys....oh father. I'm just weak".

"Then ask the Lord for strength". He told her. "A dozen Hail Marys and the rosary, my child".

"Yes, Father". She said and rose.

However, Father David Steel knew she wouldn't. He had seen this before. She would be back next week, tearfully confessing how she slipped up again. How she couldn't resist one more romp with the young stud and even if she ended the affair, once a cheating w***e, always a cheating w***e. There would be another man. Another student.

His c**k was so hard now. Throbbing. He wanted to touch it. To stroke it. To give in to the sin of self-pleasure. How he misses it. How he misses her. Zelda Williams. Bishop Donald Williams' wife. She was an amazing woman, teaching him and making him feel things he never thought he could or would. Her death troubled him greatly.

Flashes of her tight p***y working up and down his c**k shot through him. He swallowed, his heart racing. He had to get out of the booth. It was too private. He could just pull his c**k out and no one would know. Other priests had done it. He had heard stories but he didn't want to sin like them. Not again.

He opened the door and stepped out, taking his phone out of his pocket and staring at it.

"You shouldn't have your phone out Father". Sister Elizabeth said as she walked by.

"I was just checking something". He told her.

She was one of the nuns, wearing the full black, shapeless habit belted around her waist with the white wimple wrapped around her face, covering her hair and neck. The black veil draped over it and her shoulders. She frowned at him. She was young and beautiful but always had an ugly expression.

"Keep your mind on the Lord, Father". She taunted him.

He nodded and glanced at Mrs. Sanders praying before the altar. She wore a red leather skirt and a white blouse. It was conservative, and yet there was something sensual about the married woman.

Father Francis Clerk closed his phone and shoved it into his pocket. He had to forget about his lust and focus on the Lord. He got back into the booth and waited.

Hando contemplated going to confess his sins. What if the father called the police. Whatever was said at the confessional booth is supposed to remain a secret but he still couldn't bring himself to enter, so he knelt down in front of the altar and prayed before heading back home.

His wife and children were home from their weekend trip by the time he got there.

He was surprised when his wife rushed into his arms and embraced him before kissing him feverishly. This had him turned on immersly.

"I missed you darling". She confessed.

He kissed her back. "I miss you too".

"Daddy!!". His girls rushed into his arms embracing him.

He gulped, his body going rigid as he tried his best not to grope them whiles he hugged them.

"Where did you go?". Evelyn asked him whiles she undid her shoes.

"Confessional". He told her, kneeling down to help her take off her high heels.

"I see". She nodded. Giving him a small smile.

"Dad, Reverend Theodore took us shopping. You have to see the clothes he got for mommy and us". Zelda, the eldest of the twins said cheerfully.

Hando's eyes shot up to his wife. She lowered her head immediately, not looking at him but he understood. A smile crept up his face as he turned to his girls.

"Why don't you girls go upstairs to your room, I need to speak to your mother". He said through gritted teeth.

"Okay daddy". Zelda said giving him a not so subtle kiss on the lips.

He shuddered, pleasure raising through his body. He stared at his wife as the girls rushed up the stairs to their room.

"Evelyn......". He sneered.

"I can explain". She gulped.

"Oh you will explain!". He frowned. "Upstairs.... Now!!!!".