At 27 I didn't want to experience such a thing again. I ran out with only car keys and drove to the Church. I was in luck, the Reverend greeted me. "...My son, whatever is the matter."I told him the situation."I was just coming by your place. I was feeling the need to come by and pray with your wife". He said with a snide smile. "C'mon, let’s go back, I'm sure I can straighten this matter out to everybody's satisfaction." He inspired confidence in me as he spoke and patted me on the back.When. Not the best start, however - the inclement roads took longer to navigate than expected. The door swings open."You're late." Jen stands in the open doorway with one hand on the door and one hand planted on a cocked hip in mock consternation, but the upturned corners of her lips betray a smile. Stepping back, she gestures grandly. "Come in." Jen is tall and athletic, with wide shoulders and hips and wavy shoulder length brown hair currently pulled back in a pony tail. She is well-muscled, toned. May I" he muttered pointing to my tits. "Of course" I encouraged, now with a desperate need to having my breasts and nipples 'seen to'. Quickly he was reaching into my low cut top, getting one and then the other breast out of their bra cups. "My nipples, my nipples" I repeated. He needed no further encouragement. His hands (and lips) were swarming me, soon into my knickers and once in there instantly seeking out my slit and it's treasures. One hand working from the front, the other holding my. I was a cuckold. Once he came, I would have to go to my knees and wear my cap. My humiliation was total; I felt giddy. He seemed almost in a hurry to do it to me. But, I suppose, as hot as I was, I would have been doing the same thing.I saw him stiffen just as my wife screamed in the throes of her own orgasm. His jerky movement told me that my status had been changed from master of the house to that of my wife's cuckold, and, his. I rose to my duty.He lay beside her now. They both watched me as.