He was going to come in her mouth. Lynn could feel it. She knew it. Jack knew it. She smiled up at him, licking his cock up and down the underside of the shaft, and then taking it back full into her mouth. Jack was both really out of it, and completely into it, grasping the wooden arms of his chair, watching her, his face frozen in a grimacing smile, his eyes glazed over, making little grunting/moaning noises, which she hoped couldn't be heard on the other side of the locked office door.

Normally Lynn didn't swallow, but this was special. She couldn't believe she'd almost chickened out. This was why she'd volunteered for tonight. And it was worth it. Not that there was any real risk; Jack was always in here with the door locked right before. No, tonight was something she wanted him to remember, and something she wanted to remember herself. After all the flirting they'd been doing, all the buildup, three years of buildup, and then, at least this was her plan, just this one shot, so it had to be perfect. She smiled harder and sucked harder, willing him to come, playing with herself with her left hand as her right hand lightly pumped his cock, playing with herself and remembering.

She remembered how smitten she'd been when she first arrived, how she'd flirted with him during new member classes, and how sometimes he'd winked back. She remembered brushing up against him during committee meetings. She remembered how during premarital counseling, when her fiance had stepped out of the room she'd stroked his thigh and told him how much she loved watching him work. She remembered right before the wedding, right here in this study, all dressed in white, how she'd given him a kiss, how he'd smiled at her while she repeated her vows, and how she'd kissed him again at the reception when nobody was looking, and they'd both had a little much champagne, and how his hand had felt on her back and on her ass, pulling her in. She remembered how much she'd enjoyed talking to his wife right after the kiss, and how much trouble she'd had keeping a straight face.

That had been too many weeks ago, too many weeks since the reception, too many weeks since they'd returned from the honeymoon, too many weeks without more than a wink or a stolen touch. But now, finally, she was blowing him, sucking his cock, taking him in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and looked up at him. She could feel the tension in him, the tension that needed to be released. She thought about how she must look right now, kneeling on the floor in front of him. She thought about how much she wanted to talk to his wife again. She thought about all the times in the future when the young women of the church would be secretly giggling about how sexy the minister was and how much they wanted to bed him, that she would be remembering how gorgeous his cock was and what it tasted like and what his sperm tasted like, and what his face looked like when he came. And she thought about how tonight, after the service, when they got home and again tomorrow morning under the tree, she was going to close her eyes and bite her lip and think about Jack while her husband fucked her.