When Sarah walked down the aisle on her wedding day, she was so happy. She was about to become the wife of a preacher-man! An exalted position in their small town, with all the social clout and power she could ever want. All the Church Ladies would see her as the Queen Bee, and she’d definitely get to indulge in all the gossip and ‘social engineering’ of her dreams. If only she’d known then how her life would change over the years, she’d have been smiling even bigger. From the hot, sexy young wife of a small town Preacher-man to, well. That would be skipping to the end, wouldn’t it?
Small Town Romance
You’d think that a small town romance would be so very Hallmark stereotypical, wouldn’t you? And it was! At first. It’s just that little secrets don’t stay so secret, whether you’re in a small town or a big city. You can’t be that intimate with a person and not have a few things slip, giving away your deep, dark secret. Sarah and Ben had to be oh-so-careful not to cross any lines where the gossiping biddies at the Church quilting circle could find out, so they did not live together before they were married. Sarah was still a smart, insightful, and observant woman though, so she knew her fiance had a love of touching her lingerie.
A Touch of Perversion
Big cities aren’t the only place where one might find a little perversion, you know. When Sarah caught Ben fondling her fancy silk panties under the guise of ‘helping’ fold the laundry, she was intrigued. After all, it shouldn’t take ten minutes to fold one little slip of silk! What Sarah needed was more information, so, first, she went to the internet. Small little country towns have the same internet that the big scary cities do, and the same access to the seamier side of the digital world. The internet is for porn, as they say. Once armed with the understanding that some men really, really love panties, Sarah set out to see if her thesis was true. Was Ben a panty slut? A Pantieboi? Would he ‘borrow’ a pair if she left them temptingly in sight and herself occupied elsewhere?
The Preacher-Man Likes WHAT?!
Sarah laid her trap, er, information gathering experiment, carefully. She laid out some extremely sexy silk lingerie she’d ordered from a fancy boutique across her bed. Sexy heels, and then the usual Respectful Fiancee To An Honored Member of Society dress in a bland taupe with a brown belt. Once the dress was on, no one would know that the demure and chaste woman with the tasteful makeup was wearing six hundred dollars worth of exquisite lingerie. And then, trap laid, she left the room.
Ben was waiting for her to get ready, he’d come over to pick her up, and after a careful shading of the truth about exactly how she wound up needing to shower right as they were due to leave for their date, he sat in the chair at her vanity. And he waited. And waited some more. How long does one shower take? Right as his willpower finally gave way, and he stood to examine the lingerie, and then touch it, rubbing it between his fingers, and then, finally, sniffing the panties, the door to the ensuite finally (silently) opened.
Wife of a Preacher-Man
The day of Sarah’s wedding was sunny, not too hot, not too windy, just all around perfect. She was radiant in her sexy lingerie under a classic wedding dress. And Ben, waiting for her at the altar, was likewise overjoyed and perfect. Pressed suit, hair combed neatly, and that very same sexy lingerie set that Sarah had caught him sniffing months ago under his staid Preacher suit. You can find all sorts of perversion in small towns, and you never know who’s indulging in a love of covert cross-dressing. The Wife of a Preacher-Man might have the smile of a woman getting everything she wants because she knows what her husband is wearing under that boring suit. And maybe she’s got a grin because the internet has provided once again, in the form of a nice strap on just waiting for the honeymoon.
The Story Continues
You didn’t think this was the end of the tale of the wife of a preacher-man, did you? I got earwormed with Son of a Preacher-man, and decided it’d be fun to swap a few things around and see what the wife of a preacher-man might be able to teach him! I bet you can think of a few lessons for poor Ben to learn, can’t you? After all, it starts with sissy panties and lingerie under a wedding suit, and ends with… well, you can guess. Leave me some comments with what you’d like to see come next in this story (other than Sarah, of course!)
Your Sissy Panty Mistress, Harper
I’d like to see a chastity device come next in this story! That seems like a fitting next step eventually, don’t you think?
Chasitity is always a good next step! And like I said over on twitter, I do love the image of a preacher’s impassioned homily on the virtues of chastity… as he leaks into his cage nestled in panties!!!
Fantastic Post! Fun but so true, how many of you “out there” have naughtly little secrets!?
I know Ms Harper loves to hear them! Sound off! Or better yet, put us both on the phone together, and share the smut! Ohhh yeaaaaaa!
There are so many secret lives out there! I like to imagine what sorts of sexy panties all the fellas have on under their everyday clothes when I’m out and about. I swear, sometimes I can see the impression of a teddy or corset!
100%! Love that!
She should keep an eye on her make-up. When I was young I was very lucky that my m*th3r did not discover that someone had been playing with her lipsticks!
I think that’s an excellent suggestion! Sudden wear or gouges in the lipstick, or eyeshadow palette, can be signs someone’s been experimenting!
I wonder if you can somehow work in a cuck chair into this story. Maybe poor “Ben” will have to sit in it eventually?
see, the chair at the vanity? that he was sitting in? we call that ‘foreshadowing’ in the biz.
Wow, thats wild. I have a experience involving a preacher. although not quite like yours. My wife went to go speak with our local pastor, well if you can call it talking. i went over a bit later from work. There in the pastor office was him fucking my wife. he was sitting down and she was busy boucing up and down on his sausage. Apparently, the pastor was giving some of the holy ghost to her
Nice! Good for her, I love a powerful woman who knows what she wants and goes to get it. Finally, the good sex she’s been yearning for!