Idle Hands

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

A dangerous hand job..

Church parking lots and Sunday School rooms are notoriously sinister settings. When Andy and I first moved here to Mississippi, I used to rub his dick in the church pew every Sunday during the sermons. I wouldn't unzip him, of course, but I came pretty close to making a mess on a few occasions. I know because he reached down and stopped me from finishing him off - which I absolutely would have done - then worried about the consequences later.

It was so hilarious because we used to sit beside Andy's oldest brother and wife every Sunday. I had a feeling they both knew what I was doing, but his brother actually enabled me by sitting with his arm around his wife and turning his back to us. Andy and I sat on the sixth row far left by the windows, too far for the preacher to see what we were doing (I hope).

There were actually two occasions I convinced Andy to take off his underwear in the bathroom after Sunday school right before we headed for the sanctuary to church. He handed me his briefs upon exiting, and I stuffed them in my purse. On both occasions, I had him hard as a rock five minutes into the sermon. Because his slacks were typically loose, my whole hand was wrapped around his little pole, stroking the material up and down like I was polishing a candlestick. I rubbed him slowly with my left hand. I could feel him exquisitely through the soft polyester, and I could tell when he was getting close. His cock would pulse in my palm. I'd squeeze him to calm things down and get us closer to the benediction, but I eventually just kept rubbing when we were nearing dismissal.

You see, the preacher would always raise his hands immediately after his final point in the sermon and say, "Let us pray" - at which time all eyes were closed and all heads were bowed - except for the one in Andy's pants. That was my pinnacle opportunity to exorcise my hubby's demon semen. The first time I pulled his plug, Andy grabbed my hand and his dick simultaneously, squeezing himself like crazy to hold it in. I've never seen him so panicked. He spilled a little juice but somehow managed to avoid a catastrophic wet spot. He was pretty mad at me. So mad, that I convinced him to give me a second chance without his underwear on the following Sunday. 

During the service on the subsequent week, I easily squeezed him five times in the middle of the sermon just to back him off from shooting his load. We got to the final prayer, and I slid my hand straight down his pants. Feeling my bare fingers wrapped around his sensitive rod was more than his primed prick could handle, and his cock started pumping ferociously. All I could do was hold my thumb tightly over his little slit and force his cum back down his pipe. Talk about squirming! He couldn't cum right for a week. He didn't let me do that again!  (Okay, there was a little spillage, but we made it to the car before it started shining through.)

Andy's brother approached me a few months later after Sunday family lunch.
"I know what you and Andy are doing during the sermon, Meg."

I acted innocent and confused. "What? What are we doing?"

"You know what you're doing," he said.

"No, tell me. What are we doing?"

"You're rubbing him."

I stood there and pondered for a second. "I'm rubbing your brother? Of course, I'm rubbing him. You're rubbing your wife."

"I mean you're rubbing his dick, Meg."

"Rubbing his dick?!!! Come off it! You're kidding right? You're saying I'm rubbing your brother's dick in church?"

Andy's brother started laughing hysterically, and I couldn't help but join him. Everyone around us stopped what they were doing to ask what was so funny. Neither of us would say a word. I never told Andy that his brother knew all along. He would be so embarrassed. As for me, I thought it was great, and it was the beginning of his brother opening up to me and accepting me with open arms into the family.


Submitted: June 13, 2022

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sweet lemon

It's the time honoured adage Queen Megan.
If caught in the act " simply deny,deny and deny again"
Nicely presented and with uncanny attention to detail.

Mon, June 13th, 2022 4:45am

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Thanks, Lemon Juice!

Mon, June 13th, 2022 5:22pm

willnorman

What a sweet wife you are, teasing and edging your husband in a public place; any horny man's dream. If he were smart, he would try wearing a condom so he could enjoy your hand jobs to the fullest extent. It's unfair to do him in public when an accident would be evident; he could do you and nobody would know except perhaps your moaning in the pew.
I'll bet you're fun in elevators.

Tue, June 14th, 2022 12:36pm

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Elevators are my favorite, Will. Have you ever ridden the "Rockin Roller Coaster" in Orlando?

So, I never thought about using a condom like that. There you go, Will. I'd be taking you out to a movie, parking your ass in the nosebleed section of the theater, working your lollipop up to a lather...and then...and then...you'd slap on a condom! What fun is that??? Wouldn't you prefer I parade your wet crotch through the masses at the popcorn counter so they can see what they're missing? I think so...

By the way, you are being presumptuous if you think I don't make a mess...

Tue, June 14th, 2022 4:32pm

Spyguy

You would be my kind of distraction! (And cause me to get into trouble with the cleric law!

Wed, June 15th, 2022 10:25am

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You better believe it, Spy! Your briefs are going in the collection plate..

Wed, June 15th, 2022 7:06pm

Nite-Owl

Lucky it was only brother in law that saw you and hubby. Oh my I can't imagine what you would've told preacher man if he'd caught you. Does deny, deny, deny still work? : )

Fri, June 17th, 2022 6:15am

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Probably not!
Thanks for reading, girl!

Fri, June 17th, 2022 8:21pm

samnash

Remind me to sit seven rows from you in church. Even then you’d still be dangerous

Sat, June 18th, 2022 2:52pm

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Oh, you're never safe if we're in the building, Sam. I'm taking up collections. Put your stuff in the plate.

Sat, June 18th, 2022 2:52pm

beastieboy

Hi there ....might write some more ????????

Wed, September 7th, 2022 6:20pm

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Hey beastie! I guess you like this?

Wed, September 7th, 2022 4:05pm

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