It was pretty obvious to me from watching her performance that her self-controlled act is for the rest of us and not a symptom of self-delusion, so I took the direct approach, sidled up to her while we were all standing in line for lunch afterwards, and said "that was incredible" just low enough that her husband couldn't hear.

She looked a little shocked at first, enough that maybe I'd misjudged her, but she recovered, thanked me, and went off to eat, where some other guy, equally enamored of her tall slender form, her short wild blond hair and her stunning face, attempted a more traditional seduction ("Have you taken drama classes? I thought so, it showed") until her ignored husband injected himself into the conversation. The other guy eventually left, looking disappointed.

When she left a half hour later, arm in arm with her husband she turned her head and flashed me a smile over her right shoulder that I was amazed didn't start a fire.

That was Palm Sunday.

On Easter morning when they came forward for communion her husband was first, and she was right behind him, smiling at me, eyes locked with mine over his shoulder as he stepped forward, as I served him, and it was all I could do to say the words as I served her, as she took the bread and cup from me, eating and drinking of what I fed her. Unfortunately there's a lot to do on Easter and I didn't reconnect with her before she left.

This morning, the Sunday after Easter, I tried not to look at her too hard while I was preaching, not giving her any more eye contact than anyone else, knowing that this moment was predestined, that we'd be staring at each other only inches apart, holding her pinned and panting against my office door, my cock inside her, her leg around me, under my robe the other balanced on one of the same insane heels she'd worn Palm Sunday morning amid the pile of her clothes, thrusting, holding, relaxing, kissing between the panting, slowly increasing the tempo until we were banging each other without any rhythm wondering only briefly where her husband was, coming hard, both of us, leaning into the door for support, completely spent.

Some women just need it bad, need the spiritual connection, need the fucking, find it best and most with clergy.