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She knew what she was about to do was forbidden in more ways than one and she had been planning it for weeks. She couldn't help but wonder what the congregation at church would think or what her husband would think. Still her selfish desire chased away every fear from her mind.

It was a sweltering hot day when he arrived on at their doorstep. Her husband, the pastor, had just left. The young man was there to clean her pool to get ready for the party they had planned.

As he stood in her doorway she couldn't take her eyes of his sculpted abs and his baby smooth tan skin. She watched a drop of sweat bead up and roll down his muscular chest and over a tribal tattoo.

She wanted to stroke her fingers through that soft blonde hair and trace her finger down the path of that little bead of sweat. All thoughts of her husband and the church fled her mind when she gazed deeply into his penetrating blue eyes. She felt emersed in his eyes for eternity, but it was only a few seconds.

She motioned him to come in and began to lead him to their backyard, even though she wanted to take him to her bedroom. She could feel his eyes fixed upon her as she put a little extra wiggle into her walk. She felt naked in her red string bikini, more naked than she had ever felt before.

Her husband had been buried in his work at the church since they were constructing a new chapel. Their bedroom life had been non existent for the past several months. She had noticed this young man in the church congregation recently too. He was casting awkward glances in her direction persistently during each service and she couldn't help but notice his attention. She was flattered and hadn't felt this kind of attention in many years. She was careful not to flirt back, not in church, for fear of others taking notice.

As she opened the french doors, she pointed and said, "Well, there it is." as she motioned toward the pool and nudging her large bosom toward him. As he walked past her his hand brushed gently against her thigh. His gaze, his genuine smile and now physical contact was all telling her he wanted her too.

She began to move toward him when the phone rang. It was an abrupt distraction in her private fantasy. Her daughter was on the phone needing a ride home from the airport. The plane from Honduras had actually arrived on time. Her teenage daughter had been doing missionary work for the past two weeks and now she was home.

The pool party was a welcome home party for the missionary volunteers,

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