Pastor’s Wife Seduces Young Church Member POV Amateur Fuck

Linda stirred the pot of chili on the stove, the kitchen smelling like cumin and onions. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the TV in the living room—some afternoon news her husband always left on. Pastor Robert was away at a three-day conference, counseling families two towns over. She wiped her hands on her apron, the floral one she’d worn since their early marriage days.
The doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock—2:17 p.m. Probably someone from the flock dropping off a casserole or asking for prayer. She smoothed her hair back, still in its loose ponytail, and opened the door.
Joshua stood there, hands in his pockets, looking nervous. Twenty-four, newly married to sweet little Emily from the youth group. He’d been coming to services for about a year, always sitting in the back row with his wife. Today he was alone.
“Hey, Mrs. Linda,” he said, shifting his weight. “Pastor Robert around? I… uh, needed to talk about something.”
She smiled, stepping aside. “He’s gone till Thursday, hon. Come in, though. It’s cold out there.”
Joshua hesitated, then stepped inside. He smelled faintly of aftershave and motor oil—he worked at the auto shop downtown. Linda closed the door behind him.
They ended up in the kitchen. She offered coffee. He accepted, sitting at the small table while she poured. His eyes flicked around—family photos on the fridge, Robert shaking hands with congregants, their wedding picture from fifteen years ago.
“So what’s on your mind?” Linda asked, sliding the mug over. She leaned against the counter, arms crossed under her chest. Her blouse was buttoned modest, but the top one had come loose earlier while chopping.
Joshua stared into his coffee. “It’s… Emily and me. We’re having trouble. You know, in bed. She’s sweet, but I don’t think I’m doing it right. She barely… finishes. I feel like an idiot.”
Linda raised an eyebrow. She felt a familiar heat creep up her neck. Robert was a good man, but their own bedroom had gone quiet years ago—duty over desire.
“That’s normal for new couples,” she said softly. “Takes time to learn each other.”
He looked up, cheeks red. “I just… don’t know how to make her feel good. Like, really good.”
Linda studied him. Young, strong shoulders, clean-shaven. His wedding band caught the light. Something twisted low in her belly.
She moved closer, pulling out the chair beside him. “You want advice? Or… something more practical?”
His eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
She reached out, touched his knee lightly. “Sometimes words aren’t enough, Joshua. Sometimes you need to see. Feel.”
He swallowed hard. Didn’t pull away.
Linda stood up slowly. She untied her apron, let it drop to the floor. Her skirt was knee-length, nothing fancy, but it hugged her hips—the extra weight she’d carried since forty had settled into a full ass and soft thighs.
“Stand up,” she said.
He did, clumsy, chair scraping.
She stepped in front of him, close enough that her breasts brushed his chest. “Touch me. Like you’d touch her. Show me what you do.”
His hands shook as he put them on her waist. Tentative. She guided one lower, to the curve of her ass. He squeezed, eyes locked on hers.
“Harder,” she whispered. “Women like to feel wanted.”
He gripped tighter. She could feel him getting hard against her stomach.
Linda dropped to her knees right there on the linoleum. The floor was cool. She looked up at him, unzipped his jeans without asking. His cock sprang out—average length, thick, already leaking at the tip.
“Emily ever suck you like this?” she asked, voice low.
He shook his head. “Not… not really.”
She licked the head first, tasting salt. Then took him in her mouth, slow at first, letting her lips stretch around him. Joshua groaned, hand in her hair. Not pulling—just holding on.
She bobbed deeper, saliva dripping down her chin. Messy. Real. She gagged a little when he hit the back of her throat, pulled off coughing, then went right back. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Mrs. Linda…”
“Call me Linda,” she said, popping off to breathe. “And don’t hold back.”
She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing. His hips jerked forward. She let him fuck her mouth a little, sloppy thrusts. Drool ran down her neck, soaking her blouse.
After a minute she stood, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Bedroom. Now.”
They stumbled down the hall, half-dressed. Her bedroom still smelled like Robert’s aftershave. The bed was unmade, sheets tangled from her restless night.
She pushed Joshua onto his back, climbed over him. Skirt hiked up, panties shoved aside. No time for romance. She was wet already—had been since he walked in.
She sank down on his cock in one slow motion. He filled her nicely—not huge, but thick enough to stretch. She rocked forward, grinding her clit against his pubic bone.
“Oh God,” he gasped. “You’re so… tight.”
She laughed breathlessly. “Years of practice, baby.”
She rode him hard, ass bouncing. The headboard tapped the wall—quiet at first, then louder. She didn’t care if the neighbors heard. Let them wonder.
Joshua grabbed her hips, thrusting up to meet her. Skin slapped skin. Sweat beaded on her forehead, hair sticking to her face.
“Touch my tits,” she ordered.
He yanked her blouse open—buttons popped. Bra pushed down. Her heavy breasts spilled out, nipples hard. He squeezed, pinched. She moaned loud.
“Fuck me like you mean it,” she said.
He flipped her over suddenly—clumsy but eager. On her back now, legs spread. He slammed back in, deeper angle. She wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his ass.
“Harder,” she panted. “Make me come.”
He pounded faster. The bed creaked. Chili still simmered in the kitchen—she could smell it faintly. Domestic. Sinful.
Linda reached down, rubbed her clit in circles. Tension built quick. She clenched around him.
“I’m gonna—” he warned.
“Inside,” she gasped. “Do it.”
He groaned, buried deep. Hot spurts filled her. She came right after—sharp, shuddering. Her pussy pulsed, milking him dry.
They lay there panting. His cock softened inside her, cum leaking out onto the sheets.
After a minute, reality hit. Linda sat up, pulled her skirt down. “You should go. Emily’ll wonder.”
Joshua nodded, dazed. He zipped up, fixed his shirt. “This… we can’t—”
“We already did,” she said, standing. “And if you need more lessons… you know where I am.”
He left quietly. She heard his truck start outside.
Linda went back to the kitchen. Stirred the chili. It was ready. She turned off the burner, checked the time. Robert would call later.
She smiled to herself, tasting him still on her lips.
The TV droned on in the next room. Life went back to normal.
Almost.