My wife and I are both catholic. Our little girl started going to a catholic primary, and because all the other parents did the same, we started going to church every Sunday. Soon after we started going, a new parish priest arrived; he was English but had just returned from many years in the USA. He was very progressive and, in no time, got all the parishioners really going, and we all enjoyed going to his services; his sermons were really motivational and uplifting, and after church, tea and biscuits and the conversation that flowed was just great. I am not religious at all. My wife, as she comes from a very religious family and is from South America, is very much so, but I was also really impressed by this priest. He was mid 50ies and also very good-looking. I soon could not help to notice that all the ladies in the congregation had a real expression of fascination on the them when they were around him or while the listened with total absorption to the messages in his sermon. He also had no qualms talking about topics such as sex, homosexuality, abortion, etc. and had very balanced and worldly views about everything.
I myself had quite a few 1-2-1 chats with him and felt very drawn to him, loved his opinions and also advice.
So I was not surprised at all when my wife said that she had found out that on Sunday after mass, he always was alone having his dinner, and she had invited him to have the Sunday meal with us. I told her that this was a great idea and that it would be very nice to have him around our house.
My wife always dressed very casually around the house and often just put on a long T-shirt and absolutely nothing underneath. She asked if I thought she should dress up when our priest came to visit, but I encouraged her to do so and dress just as she felt like. We soon became great friends and my wife felt very comfortable, and as we were sitting in the kitchen and she cooked and prepared the table while we talked on occasion, there was the odd boob in sight that slipped out while she bent down or she briefly flashed a buttock or two while she pulled something out of a bottom drawer, our friend, the priest, never held back in giving her and us compliments on how intelligent she was and how good looking and he felt very lucky to be invited into our home, with our relaxed atmosphere, open-minded views.
Soon we felt that he was just part of our family and when we told him that we often went to nudist beaches and enjoyed naturist holidays and that summer it was particularly hot, he said that we should do what we felt like and he too had often gone to a naturist beach when he lived in the USA. So, for the next few Sundays, we were all spending the entire time naked. We admired my wife's beauty, I was impressed by his obvious fitness, his muscular body, and we both had similar cocks, and like me, he was a big boy.
My wife then made a silly move and must have slipped a disc and was complaining about back pain. Our friend, the priest, said that he had studied and was certified as a massage therapist and also a licensed chiropractor. He told us that he always thought it was important that apart from his religious studies he wanted to attain as many practical skills as possible, and we found that he had diplomas in psychology, counselling and as a massage therapist and chiropractor. So he offered to help my wife with her back pain and investigate where the problem was, and if he thought he could, he would help to fix it.
My wife and I loved massages, so we had a massage table, and he placed my wife on it and started to touch her to find where the problem was. And if by magic, with a few quick moves, he manipulated my naked wife on the bench, and a few moments later, she felt totally fine again. Our priest just explained that she had very slightly slipped a disk, and it was an obvious manoeuvre that put it back again. He then offered to give her a full body massage to relax her muscles and that over the next few weeks, she needed to be careful and not make any sudden moves. My wife looked at me, and I said that I would love for her to have a nice massage, and I would leave them alone to give them privacy.
While I walked out of the room, I could not help noticing that our priest's cock was showing clear signs of going into an erection. I took our three-year-old daughter into the garden and then went into our shed, which had a few peepholes at the back from where I could watch our living-room kitchen, and while my daughter was playing safely in her garden, I could watch my wife getting a massage from our priest.
Now, I have to say that this was not the first time my wife had enjoyed a massage from another man, and it was not the first time that she had been known by another man in the biblical sense. My wife was quite open, and she had sensual erotic massages before while we were on naturist vacations she had experienced happy endings from her massage therapists and had several occasions where she indulged me with my wish and fantasy of a sensual threesome and had enjoyed welcoming another man's full strength inside on quite a few occasions before. She loved this very much but admitted that as soon as we returned, she went to confess her sins immediately, but she always went to another church, where the priests did not know her.
By the time I started to watch my wife was already putty in the hands of our friend, the parish priest, his cock was rock hard, she was on her belly and he was massaging her lower back, bum and legs and his hand frequently disappeared between her buttocks, and he was clearly touching her intimacy, and my sexy little Latina wife was gently moaning.
Then he moved to her head and massaged her upper back, and she turned her head, grabbed his cock and started sucking it .... and so it continued for quite a while until I saw her turn over, and he started to massage her front, they also kissed very passionately. He pointed to the garden, and my wife gestured that it was okay as she assured the priest that I was okay with it and would give them all the time and privacy they needed. The priest continued to massage her breast, belly and soon my wife opened her legs wide to give him full access, he slipped his hand over her vagina and started to work his magic fingers in and out of her, he clearly was very good at this and it wasn't the first time he had done this, and soon I saw my wife's body convulse and she moaned silently, and I could see how the shivers ran through her, all the while she held her priest lover's cock in her hand and when it was possible was sucking him.
Then our friend, the priest, pulled her body down towards the end of the massage table, spread my wife's legs wide and plunged his cock into her and started fucking her with slow, strong plunging moves, and had one hand on her clit. My wife arched her head back and rolled her eyes and soon had another huge orgasm and another one soon after. This continued for quite a while, and then I saw how the priest said something, my wife nodded and pulled him closer, and I knew she had just asked him to come inside her, knowing full well that she was not on any protection and she probably was very close to her fertile days as we had decided to try for another child.
The whole scenario was as hot as hell for me. I knew that virtually all ladies in our congregation secretly fantasised about giving themselves and their wet pussies to this wonderful priest. We had not heard any rumours, so nothing had happened yet by then. Our priest was also very cautious and experienced and would have never engaged with any single ladies and the obvious resulting consequences for a catholic priest. So my wife was the lucky lady and the one who got to score first and turn her fantasies, which she had admitted to in our intimate moments quite openly, and I had signalled that I too was totally okay with it and actually had imagined her being fucked by the priest on the altar in front of the entire congregation. But that clearly was my male fantasy going into overdrive.
Then our friend, the parish priest, also clenched his buttocks and fully unloaded his potent catholic sperm into my wife's receptive and fertile womb.
I gave them a good while to come down from their ecstatic experience before I returned. They sat side-by-side, naked on the couch, and were having tea and biscuits. My wife sat on a towel and still was oozing sperm and he also still had a drop of white on the tip of his bulbous penis head. I smiled at both of them and sat down in the armchair and we chatted. My wife then took our young daughter upstairs to take her to bed and the priest and I chatted. I came straight out that I had watched them and confessed that we all wanted and hoped that this would happen and that I was very happy, and I wished and hoped that this was only the first of many times and would not be the last.
Our priest first opened his eyes wide, but then he thanked me and confessed that he had for some time hoped to be close and intimate with my wife. However, in his position, he had to be very careful and needed to make sure that this would not result in a major scandal. He confessed that he never agreed with the catholic church's stand on celibacy and had never adhered to it. He found it too risky to look for single ladies as his lover, and so over the years he had always sought to be close to a couple in his congregation and had hoped to enjoy his sexual freedom in this way, but it always depended on the attitude and tolerance of the husband, which was the most important aspect. He confessed that for him there never was a shortage of subtle or even overt offers of sex from the female members of his congregation, but he never took any of this up, as he had observed with other priests that it always landed them in major problems, because the ladies in the end were never able to be totally discreet about it, and always had to confess it to their best female friends and out of jealousy they told everyone and soon the whole congregation knew, and his best friends had no other option than to leave the parish, move abroad or leave the church altogether.
But he said he was lucky, even as a novice priest he had found a home with a mature couple in the parish and was officially renting a room in their house, while also getting as much sex as he wanted from the mature and still very attractive wife and had enjoyed very liberal sex with both of them. While living in the USA, he also was lucky enough to find another couple with whom he was able to indulge while appearing to a truly celibate catholic priest in the eyes of the congregation. He said that the couple was very open to all varieties of sex and lovemaking and had a steady flow of mature Brazilian ladies, who were paid very handsomely during the six-month stay with them as housekeepers and helpers and were then replaced by the next carefully selected and briefed replacements. Yes, they did help in the household but they were mainly there for both the husband and wife to enjoy their special sexual desires and pleasures, and he had also hugely enjoyed these arrangements.
And now, with us, he felt that he had found a similar mutually beneficial and well-working arrangement and as for him, he would love to be part of our family and sensual life and desires for as long as my wife and I would accept him. He only had one question for me, as my wife had told him that we were trying for another child, and he told me that he had been in this situation before and that both the wife of the American couple and one of their helpers had received and born the fruits of his loins and potent semen. The Brazilian lady was well rewarded by the American couple and they made sure she would not want for anything for the rest of her life and her son that was born would have the best start in life and education. Also, the American lady herself welcomed another child, which was the result of her lovemaking with her priest and lover. What did I think about this? And I confessed that I would accept any outcome and any result of our loving and sensually indulging arrangement as long as he and my wife were also happy with this. Let nature take its course, and let's accept the laws of passion. As far as I was concerned, I was more than happy for him to seed my wife as often as he wanted and as often as my wife wanted him to be with her and inside her. I told him he was welcome in our house whenever it was possible and whenever we all could arrange it. I also clarified that my wife and he should feel free to meet when they wanted, with me present or without me, and that was totally fine by me. Business often took me away for days and weeks. The only thing was that they had to be careful not to raise suspicions from nosey neighbours or our congregation. But I think that he was well aware that all the ladies in our congregation had their eyes on him and fantasised about him, but this would turn into a torrent of jealousy and a full backlash against him, and probably my wife, should anything ever become public knowledge. He could be sure that neither I nor my wife would ever say anything. But indiscretion and suspicion from nosey members of our congregation was our worst enemy.
We were lucky and our happy arrangement continued for the next 7 years until his church promoted him to an important post in the Vatican, and we have happy memories of some very highly sensual and sexual moments with him, and my wife was lucky to give birth to two more children, our son and our youngest daughter.
We felt like a blessed couple, and both, actually all our children, were truly children of God.
