Sunday Afternoon

She fucked in church and knew it was wrong, but after the first time, it wasn't that difficult to do. She knew she would fuck him long before it happened, but when it went down like it did, she was surprised. Choir rehearsal after Sunday morning service had just ended and she stayed around to help collect the choir books and fold chairs. He had dismissed his wife and child, saying he would meet them at home for dinner after going over some notes from today's rehearsal. She overheard, and tarried awhile, struggling with folding the folding chairs. He noticed she was there and the thought of them alone bore weight on his mind, and he worked quickly to make tracks out of there. She noticed the pace of his motion quicken and figured out how to extend their time alone together. 

"Brother Brown?"

"Yes, Sister Thomas?"

"For some reason I cannot get these chairs to fold. They are old and rusted and I don't have the strength to bend their joints. I still have 12 chairs to go. Can you help me?" Her tone belied her request, but what could he do?

"Sure Sister Thomas."

She watched as he made light of the work, folding and stacking chair after chair. "You sure are strong Brother Brown. I would have guessed you have just as difficult a time as I did."

"Some work, I suppose, is man's work Sister."

"I'm sure. Like helping a woman with the physical challenges her size and weight won't allow her to bear."

"Well that's one thing."

"Of course. There are many more. Physical labors are the obvious place where man carries the brunt of the work. But there are certainly other challenges a woman cannot handle alone."

He said nothing, so she continued. 

"I bet when your wife was in labor, you were right there for her. Wiping the sweat from her brow, feeding her ice chips, assuring her that she could get through it and that no matter what, you would be by her side. "

He looked up at Sister Thomas. How could she know?

He had been there during his wife's labor and had wiped the sweat pouring down her forehead and fed her ice chips. His excitement about seeing his newborn son urged him to look between his wife's legs during the final stages of labor. Things would never be the same between them after that. 

He bent the good sister over a folding chair and undid her skirt. While unbuckling his belt to free himself, he ripped a hole in her stockings and entered her from behind. Right there in the sanctuary, amongst the songbooks and under the eyes of the watchful Father, he fucked the good sister mercilessly. She smiled all the while, surprised at how well her tactic worked. It had only been a week since the Ladies' Tea, and she has sat next to Sister Brown in her big hat and collected all information volunteered. After explaining in great detail the discomfort of her labor and how her "dear Lemuel" was there for her through its entirety, Sister Brown leaned in and whispered to all those ladies unmarried and less knowledgeable of these things, "Childbirth is one of those things a man should not witness. It's like making love during that time of the month. Unsightly. A turn-off."

Brother Brown remembered the feeling he had in the pit of his stomach watching his son crown and he fucked Sister Thomas harder. Their moans and wails reverberated off of the sanctuary walls, like an acapella duet. It was the creak of a classroom door in the distance that brought Brother Brown back. The good sister felt him slow and bucked against him, encouraging him to finish. A few bucks of her ass was all it took and he finished, exhausted. 

He unfolded a chair, sat in it, and cried. It had been over an hour. An excuse had to be created for today and for every other Sunday he would need Sister Thomas' assistance with going over the notes for the day's choir practice. He cried for the feeling that overcame him that day his son was born, and for the relief he felt right now. 

Sister Thomas removed her ripped stockings, balled them up, and placed them in her purse. She then finished folding all of the remaining chairs and stacked them against the wall. She organized Brother Brown's notes, placed them in his briefcase, and propped it next to him. She surveyed the room, and satisfied that her work here was done, picked up her purse and her bible, and exited the sanctuary.