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For the entire world to see I knelt in a house of the Lord casting my eyes to heaven and prayed silently. Being raised Catholic I in fact had said a small prayer when my pager buzzed me alerting me to call the office jerking me out of my own thoughts. I signed myself and got up to leave.

I found a phone in the usher’s area and called in to the office.

“Michael I know you’ve been up all night with you’re wife and all but we have an emergency service call and no one is available, can you cover it?”

“Sure, I guess, where is it?”

“Loretto Academy, the Deacon called and the entire network is down. They need it up as soon as you can get there.”

“Where?”

“Loretto, you did the install this past year, it’s still under warranty and…”

“Yeah, yeah I got it, I’m… I’m already here.”

“Really!” “Go see the Deacon then go home and get some rest.”

I set off to find the Deacon and get this done and over with in Admin. “Deacon Belcher, are you here?” I called.

“Deacon Belcher?”

“Aw Michael, just so, I’m so glad you got here and so quick, the entire network is down and everyone is up in arms…can you fix it.”

“Sure I can take a look. What are the symptoms?”

“Everything just stopped.”

“Well let’s take a look at the Central Patch Panel, it’s upstairs over the Transept and distributes everything past there, do you want to go or should I just track it down.”

“No I think I want to stay with you. We can talk while we walk.”

I sagged the Deacon was no young man, no he was broke really slow in his step, a little stooped but his mind was as bright as his best day as a young man. His wife had passed earlier in the year and it seemed to take a lot out of him. I’d gotten to know these people when my company got the contract to wire the building to be a facility for at risk youth, a school with a residence hall on an as needed basis. Loretto had originally been built as a convent and girls school but had been converted into a modern academy with all the latest technology to make the newest group of kids ready to meet their future.

They still said Mass daily, and three times on Sunday and Loretto still functioned as a community church but over the years it had become so much more essentially giving more back to the community than it actually had ever received.

Because technically the grounds were still a church the maintenance and upkeep were the Deacon’s responsibility so he’d kept up on technology to run the academy conversion.

We moved along at the Deacon’s pace and passing as we did various virtues of the faith, posted in shortly worded admonitions along the way, FAITH, CHARITY you know gobbldy gook.

We finally arrived and this door too was labeled with another of those faithful suggestions but it had fallen beyond me to see them any longer. I knew where we were going and I just wanted to get this done. I’ve been up for 26 hours and really wasn’t all that interested in this man’s mutterings. We climbed the stairs that began just beyond the main doors to the sanctuary itself up past the Choir Bay and into the massive attic that held the distribution patch panel. I raced ahead as the Deacon caught up.

I opened the patch panel and immediately knew the problem. The main feed from the server was disconnected, I plugged it in and connect lights started to pop on everywhere.

I spoke up to the Deacon who was lost in thought elsewhere that I had found the problem and it was coming back up, it was a simple deal, a cable had come un-plugged and there was no serious issue with the equipment.

Shaken out of his own thoughts, Deacon Belcher spun around on me and out of the blue stated matter of factly, “Michael I want you to be the new Deacon here at Loretto, it doesn’t pay anything, you’d still work your regular job, have your regular life but you’d take care of this place, see to its upkeep and its place in the community.”

“Look I appreciate the offer”, I said, “but my wife just had a baby, we already have another one at home, my life is very busy and I…”

“Michael I know what you did here, I know why you are here now and I know…”

I tried to save myself my heart pounding through my chest, he couldn’t know, he’s talking about the job we did…but my mind flew back to those stolen moments that happened not 3 feet from where I stood…

“I’ve been up here 3 times since Millie passed Michael”, the Deacon continued, “right now, an hour ago when I came up here and pulled that plug knowing you were downstairs and that day when I came up here and told you and your wife to shoosh.”
There it was he did know.

“I, I…”

“You don’t need to lie, I know. There is no shame it’s a gift.”

“I won’t be blackmailed, held hostage, I didn’t do anything wrong and you can’t prove anything.” My pride blurring my vision.

Deacon Belcher appeared not to even hear. He moved to his right passing into a poorly lit section of the attic. “Knowing a truth is not black mail my boy, I need prove nothing, you know the truth, and I know the truth…he kept talking but I stopped hearing my mind rocketing back to that day.”

Terri and I were having problems, ok a lot of problems, we’d had a pretty terrific thing going for a year or so after we got married, then she, we got pregnant and even then it was cool. We didn’t really try and get pregnant, it just sort of happened. Even then the pregnancy was more a toy than an issue.

Her belly began to swell and her clothes didn’t fit, her titties got huge and her nipples turned a dark, dark brown, coffee black really and started dripping milk nearly continuously.

She got big and dozens of stretch marks popped up everywhere. She was very self conscience about her body’s changes and no amount of reassurance could turn her away from looking for her old self in the mirror. I told her a hundred times she was beautiful but really I don’t think it did any good. I didn’t just say it I meant it I loved every bit of her new you.

Then the big day arrived and like a good partner I stayed with her, encouraging her, rubbing her back all the way through the deal and I lost it. She gave birth to a healthy baby girl and that was that, but I was changed.

She went back to the OB for her check ups and got her release after 6 weeks. We could go back to having sex but I couldn’t do it. A week passed and then two and nothing. I’d work extra hours just to avoid the whole issue. I’d come home and the baby would be asleep and Terri would meet me at the door with some new lingerie, toy or surprise.

Each time I feigned being tired or having an early day tomorrow. Each rejection hurt our relationship just a little more until the Thursday before Easter it all came to a head.

I was working right here in Loretto, my wife knew where I was at and she came to find me. She was going to have it out once and for all. If I was seeing someone else it was time to reveal all, she couldn’t go on like this another minute. The fact that I was working just meant that I couldn’t walk out on the conversation like so many other times before.

“Michael are you up here?” She called.

“Terri? Yeah over here, what are you doing here, where is the baby, watch your step your in the attic of the church.” Mass had just started below in the church so I called her over so we could talk softly.

“The baby is fine, don’t worry about her, I want to know if you are seeing someone else?” As tears welled up in her eyes.

“What don’t talk crazy, we’ll talk when I get home, gees I’m at work for Christ sake.”

“No Michael; it’s been 10 weeks since I had our baby and since then you haven’t so much as looked at me so you are either seeing someone else, you don’t love me anymore, you turned gay or you really think my new body is disgusting.”

I didn’t want to talk about any of this not here not now, maybe not ever. Yes, I had issues but I was working through them. I was getting mad.

“Are you having an affair?”

“No!”

“ARE YOU HAVING AN AFFAIR?” She yelled.

“God Damn keep your voice down, we’re above a church.” In an urgent whispered command.

“I DON’T GIVE A CRAP. ARE YOU GAY?” she goaded.

I lashed out at her and with a speed that surprised even myself then and amazes me even more today pulled her off balance and pushed her down onto the roof truss diagonal lashing her hands behind her back and around the truss pinning her to the wood framing member. The look of shock was cast all over her face but I had not even begun.

She said nothing as I ripped her shirt off her body, her maternity bra torn off next freeing her tits which immediately began to run with their thick blue white milk. I hiked up her skirt while she was still bound and tore off her panties, while wrenching my cock from my pants.

I straddled the truss and without any preliminaries pounded my thick cock into my long suffering wife. As the mushroom of my cock head brushed up against her puffy pussy lips I was awed by how wet she was and how little resistance her cunt offered up as my shaft sank deeper and deeper into her honey hole.

Do you think I could be this hard and be with another woman, do you think I could be gay bitch? I asked as my veiny cock plunged in and out of her love glove that had taken on a rhythm of its own and contracted and relaxed around my invading member causing my balls to begin to boil.

My nuts were swelling and my time was short. My wife who I had pledged to honor and cherish was tied to a thick wooden truss, my cock pushed deep into her pussy, her moaning with guttural tones that would not be silenced, her cunt sucking the pre cum out of my cock and like some gravity well for semen sucking it past her cervix into her womb and I was for all practical purposes raping her if you can do such a thing to the willing.

I was just barely in touch with my own reality, listening to my wife writhe on my cock, I was going to cum and knew I couldn’t stop now as my ropes of spunk began to surge up my cock.

My cock swelled, the helmet on the shaft lining up perfectly with her cervix when the first rope came rocketing out of the end of my cock splattering deep into her womb. As the second filling blast came stirring in my loins,

Deacon Belcher in an urgent whisper enjoined “Michael, shoosh; church is going on below you.” I waved to him and told him ok as my hand flew up to cover Terri’s mouth who was cumming as well, moaning deeply and arching her back.

The voice of the Deacon brought me back to the immediate reality of our situation. It was too late for me to stop cumming and with my hands now busy waving off the Deacon and muffling Terri’s cries of her orgasm, her back arched reducing the friction of the truss she slid down the truss further more deeply impaling my erupting cock past her cervix into a part of her being I’d never been.

The Deacon turned to descend the stairs and made his way back to the main floor.

I could feel her secret opening spasm swallowing my cock head and collapse just under the ridge of the head of my cock as the second of perhaps 6 or 7 spurts of my baby batter jumped to a quick start of the race to find a fertile egg.

Feeling guilty now I quickly untied her and joked that we need to get her back on birth control pills before we got into trouble while my cock began to whither.

“We may be too late,” she said, “I think I ovulated on the way here; I got that little twinge in my side so I’m pretty sure you might be well on your way to being a daddy again.”

My cock surged again and though by no means a superman enough of my cock swelled to seal her cunt and give my little guys a few more minutes’ head start.

Her arms free she stroked my head and back, while I told her how sorry I was for what I’d just done. She had no problem with our little scene just completed but asked.

“What is wrong Michael?”

Beaten unable to maintain my wall of silence, my cock still ensconced in her very well fertilized pussy, I told her.

“I watched you give birth, I watched how you suffered, I can only imagine how much pain you were in, I feel so bad for doing that to you, and I don’t ever want to hurt you like that again. Then the other stuff happened your some body’s mom and I just shut down. I’m sorry but seeing you like that really screwed me up.”

“Michael I never once asked for you not to hurt me, in fact the only way for us to really succeed is for us to be able to be hurt. Promise me you won’t kill me and then know that I love you and so long as you are my husband I’m going to serve you. You may get me pregnant again, and I’m going to have your babies but baby you got to know that at the other end of it the pain goes away and I can’t even remember the pain that screwed you up so bad.”

“I am somebody’s mom but first I’m your partner and lover.”

We talked about her new body and I nursed on her titties until I had my fill while my cock held fast in her cunt.

I listened to the service below and realized it was nearly over. Looking about at the state of her clothes I realized we needed a bit of cover and magic to get out of here undetected. Her panties were shot but her skirt was ok, her shirt and bra tatters so I gave her my shirt and pulled my cock out of her pussy with a quick plop.

She got up and we made our way down the stairs where we waited at the open door of the choir box stairs for the congregation to make their way out concealing her plain look of just being fucked.

A minute maybe two at most we waited. Terri leaned into me squeezing my ass and whispered your seed is leaking down my legs as I glanced down here she was standing with her legs crossed as though trying to hold in my essence.

The congregation broke through the doors and Terri seeing her chance mixed with the crowd and made her way home no one the wiser…

Terri did get pregnant she had the baby this morning, a boy she named Chase. No discussion no input from me it’s a boy, “Chase say hello to your daddy.” I hung around the hospital until I got squeezed out. The family and friends, well wishers showed up in droves and those old feelings started to nip at me. I was tired and run down. Over the din of the visitors Terri caught my eye and told me to go home and get some sleep.

As I turned to go Terri called out Michael, I want to go to church again which everyone in the room took to mean regular service but I knew what she meant…

My mind drifted and I drove not home but to Loretto and I stopped by on the way home, now this crazy man, this Deacon was black mailing me, I had a new baby, hell I had a whole family and I was going to lose my job.

The Deacon continued like I had not had this flashback, “back then this was an all girl’s school and boys weren’t allowed here. I took Millie for the first time right over here, and all three of our girls were conceived in the morning right in front of the rose window.”

“The morning light shining through the stained glass glistening over her body I can almost see her there now. You really must try that some time my boy”, a memory crossing his face and quickly fading, and he turned to walk back down the stairs.

“I won’t trick you anymore and disable the system to get you here but I did want to get you here to talk.”

“Look I’m not your guy; I don’t even go to church any more.”

“Oh no you are the guy. You can serve in many ways. You feel guilty about what you and your wife did but you shouldn’t, it was a gift from God and no matter what, you should enjoy that gift.”

“But that said do you think it is an accident that your wife gave birth today, today, that today is the day I broke the thing upstairs, that nine months ago today your wife came here to this spot and conceived your child. No there are no accidents. You were brought here and I was brought to you.”

We made it to the bottom of the stairs and we stood in the same spot as Terri and I stood 9 months ago, could it be that long ago?

I stood there staring at the Deacon but fading back and forth to the wall behind him pocketing the door.

“I’ll not mention this to anyone” Deacon Belcher said, “you have my word but think about the good that can be done here and how much joy Loretto will give back to you and your family.

Just as I was about to refuse once and for all the Deacon moved past the door letting me see the full door as if for the first time.

There on the door is another one of those admonitions that I had become so unaware of and there it said, BE CHAS E. The Deacon turned to me caught the path of my eye and said “the T fell off some time ago it’s behind the door just another one of those things I’m too old to get to, I don’t get around like I used to.”

I stood for just a second more as Deacon Belcher turned away shoulders slightly slumped knowing he’d lost a successor.

A smile crept across my face, she knew, and I bounded out of the stairs caught up to Deacon Belcher, slipped my arm over his shoulder and asked “so how would I start Deacon oh and you have got to tell me about the Rose Window.”

“Well first off call me Ronnie”…