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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under the right conditions.
The man who, during the strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The couple who, under group pressure, join the neighborhood mate-swappers.
Judith Wellington is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. Though she is a preacher’s wife, there lies within her a powerful urge to gratify her lusts, to wallow in the flesh of others. This urge lies coiled like a snake waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
THE PREACHER’S NAUGHTY FLOCK — a shocking novel about a society that often ignores some of its most important problems.
Gloria King was singing the church choir’s new selection for Sunday when Joe’s hand reached in behind the shower curtain and slid over her well-rounded ass. “Oh!” she squealed, turning around to face her grinning husband. “Joe, for heaven’s sake! You scared me!”
Joe was still grinning when he reached for the faucet and shut it off. Then he lifted his wife in his arms, washrag and all, and carried her to the bedroom.
“Joe,” Gloria protested, trying to sound stern. “We don’t have time. I’ve got to be at the church at seven.”
“There’s plenty of time,” Joe chuckled, depositing her on the bed. “You’re all stripped and ready for action. I’m not going to sit around for three hours with my cock hard waiting for you to try to teach Luke Wellington’s flock to sing.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.