God’s Plan (M+F)
A couple finds that the Lord works in mysterious ways.
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Jane and I met at church. It was your standard youth group situation, but instead of students we were the ministers. Both of us were youth ministers, but from two different Christian churches. We had gone on the retreat with our groups but had soon discovered that we had a lot more in common than just jobs. By the end of the week long camp we had decided to start dating and a mere six months later we were married.
That was 10 years ago, and we had been happily married ever since. I was now the Pastor for a small church, and she was our Youth Minister. We were very happy, with our only regret being that the Lord had failed to bless us with children. We had tried for years, but so far had found our house empty of blessings.
To deal with this loss we threw ourselves into ministry. As Pastor I was always busy in the congregation, visiting sick ins, consoling the bereaved, and doing all the work required to shepherd a flock. Jane was also busy arranging trips and planning activities to keep the youths of the church busy and out of trouble.
One day something happened that would change our world forever and it started with of all things a call for help.
The phone rang in the parsonage about 11pm on Monday night and I answered. “The is Reverend Jones”
“Preacher this is Sally Kline. Bob has gone again and I’m afraid the devil may have gotten him this time.” The woman’s voice on the line said in hushed tones.
Bob Kline was a good man and had a fine family, but he also had some personal demons. The worst of these was alcohol. Once he started drinking, he would let go his dark side and freely give himself over to evil thoughts. Usually this involved strippers or porn.
“Mrs. Kline, when did he leave and where has he gone?” I asked in my calm Preacher voice.
“He left here about five minutes ago and I’m going to guess he’s headed for that sin shrine on 14.” Sally answered.
Sighing I said “Thank you for letting me know Mrs. Kline. I’ll send him home when I find him.”
I was already getting dressed when Jane walked in to the bedroom. “What’s going on Jim?” She asked so I explained.
“Bob Kline is drinking again. I’m guessing he’s headed to the bookstore in Hamilton. Sally always thinks he’s going to the one on 14, but he never does. He doesn’t want to see anyone he knows and Hamilton never has anyone from here.”
Hamilton was an hour’s drive south and I knew I would be out late.
“Let me throw something on and I’ll go with you.” Jane offered as she began to throw some civilian scrub style pants and a sweatshirt on over her pj’s.
“That’s not necessary, but I’d love the company. Just don’t get out of the car when we get there. This is not a place you would want to see.” I said as I pulled my socks on.
In a few minutes we were on the road and headed south. Jane was curled up in the passenger seat with a diet coke as we drove down the largely empty road. “What’s this place like?” she asked as we drove through the dark.
I thought about it for a moment then decided I wouldn’t sugar coat it. “It’s an adult bookstore, which basically means a it’s a hub of pornography and sin.” I could see her eyes widen as I went on to describe the movies and paraphernalia that they sell. I then moved into descriptions of the poor and lost souls who frequented the store. Those marginalized souls who without families or other sources of companionship, were forced to seek out the darker places and thrills such places housed. The lost souls who were forced to find comfort in ways that ‘respectable' people shunned. Her face had gone from sadness to horror to compassion as my description continued. She reached her zenith when I described the video booths in the back and the holes through which they could pleasure each other anonymously.
“They do what!?” My sweet wife exclaimed. “And this is allowed?”
Glancing over I could see the shock and amazement running across her face. At 30 she still had the look of a teenager. While this made her ministry work easier, it did cause problems as she was often mistaken for one of the youths and not the leader. Jane had very blond, almost white hair, with delicate features, that blended beautifully with her lithe 5’4” height.
Smiling I explained that while often considered immoral, the local police did not find the activity illegal, so it was allowed as long things were kept quiet. I also explained, knowing her next question, that yes, I had been inside twice, both times only long enough to retrieve Bob Kline.
“Have you ever... seen anything?” She asked, biting the neck of her sweatshirt.
“The last time I went I had to remove Bob from… a situation involving a woman and several other men. It was dicey, but I managed to get him pointed home before he could cause himself more problems.” I replied trying to keep my eyes on the road.
“There was a woman there?” Jane asked quietly.
“Yes, there sometimes are. I think they like the men crave the attention. You can imagine how much attention a woman would get in a place like that.” I explained.
The drive was quiet for a while, with only the tires and wind filling the silence. Before long we arrived, and I noticed there were not many cars in the lot. This was great as it should make getting Bob out a little easier. Pulling in I parked in a darker section of the lot and turned to Jane.
“Okay. I’m going to go in and find Bob. He’s obviously here as I see his truck parked by the door. I want you to stay in the car with the doors locked and your head low. You do not really want to be noticed by this crowd. As soon as I get Bob to go, I’ll come back and we’ll head home. Any questions?” I said looking at her.
“Nope. I Love you. Be careful okay?” She answered. And with a kiss I opened my door and headed inside.
Tonight turned out to be easier than expected as I found the place almost empty. Bob actually right in the lobby browsing the videos. A few quick words and he headed for his truck. Then as soon as he had left the lot I walked back to our car and opened the door.
“All done. The place was almost empty so there were no problems. Let’s go home.” I said as I turned the key and started the car.
“I want go inside and see this place?” Jane asked in a very quiet voice.
I stopped and looked at my wife. She was still chewing on her collar with focused agitation and would not look at me. “Why?” I asked.
“How can I minister and fight the devil if I’m afraid to see his handiwork?” She said with a growing strength. As she looked at me, I realized I had already lost the fight, so I cut off the engine and turned towards her.
In a patient but firm voice I said “Okay, it should be doable, as the place is almost empty. But you must pay attention and if I say go, then we go, quickly and without questions.”
We arrived at the door and as we entered my wife immediately caught the attention of everyone. That was expected, but thankfully there was only the older clerk and 2 guys inside. Jane’s scrubs drew stares, so I stayed close to her as she walked through the place glancing at racks and shelves of various merchandise. After a bit she turned and in a quiet whisper asked, “and the booths?”
Pointing towards a doorway at the back I followed her inside. The hallway was dark, but I still noticed that both of the guys who had been in the shop were following us. As we walked down the empty hallway, she stopped at one of the open booths and looked inside. It was empty but we could see the piles of tissues that announced it had not always been so. Pointing at the display screen Jane asked me “Do they show movies?”
I explained the function of the videos and the booths for guys looking for a quiet place to pleasure themselves. The movies would be explicit adult movies to get them in the mood.
“Can I see one?” She asked. Looking at the display I could see the dollar slot, so fed a bill in and pushed the play button. Nothing happened. Pressing it again did nothing. Confused I finally saw the small note taped to the wall explaining the door must be closed to play video. So, with a sigh I slipped us both into the small booth and closed the door. As soon as the door closed the display lit up in the middle of a torrid sex scene.
I began to turn and reopen the door to stop the movie, but Jane’s hand on my arm stopped me. “I want to see it.” She whispered. The next several minutes she just stared at the screen as close-up shots of fornication and ejaculation filled the screen. She just stared.
“Is this what people want?” She asked as she sat on the room’s lone bench. I tried to explain about single guys and needs and stimulation, but she just stared.
As I stood there she reached over and pulled me around in front of her, then without taking her eyes from the screen began to massage the front of my jeans. Then she paused and looked up at me. “You’re excited by this?”
I could have lied, but I didn’t. “Yes. I’m a little excited by it, but mostly I’m excited that you’re here looking at this, “ I replied honestly.
“Does me being here mean something? Am I more attractive or desirable? Why?” She asked.
I stammered “it’s all of that. The sight of you here in this sin palace excites me greatly, as you can clearly tell.”
“Really? Do you like me to be dirty? To be here?” She asked again as she began unbuttoning my pants.
“Yes.” I whispered, ashamed of myself as she opened my pants and began to stroke my raging hard-on.
“Do you want me to stop?” She asked.
“No.” I gasped. “Please no” as I said this her hand moved faster. It was incredible.
Then looking at her I could see her looking past me at the wall. Turning I saw the opening and the cock poking through. “That is how the men here entertain each other anonymously.” I whispered as she stared.
“Do you want me to pleasure him?” Jane asked me as she looked up at me. “Would it offend you?”
“No!” I Blurted out “but we have no idea who that it is.”
“No, we don’t” she replied. Then the angel of my church and life bent over and sucked that strange cock into her mouth.
I stared in shock as she moved herself so she could stroke me with her left hand, while simultaneously she stroked the strange cock, which she was holding in her mouth, with her right hand. I stared, as she turned her head and looked at me, opening her mouth to show the strange cock pumping a load of some stranger’s cum into her mouth. She stroked it several more times, then its owner withdrew the rapidly shrinking member. Leaning over I watched her drooling the cum out of her mouth and into the tissue filled bin, as a new cock came through the hole.
The cock was dark and the gray bushy hair at its base long and wild. Jane made a grimace as she leaned over to it and even I could smell it. Grime, sweat, unwashed, or just plain funk they all applied to the sad and crusty hard-on that was facing her. But with a whispered “to the least of my brothers...” Jane slipped her tiny lips around it. This time while continuing to gently stroke me she held the new cock and pushed the whole thing into her mouth, burying her nose in the scraggly patch of hair. Her head bobbed as she sucked the cock all the way into her throat, gagging slightly. Up and down she moved her head and I watched as the cock moved in and out of her mouth, until finally she choked and burbled slimy bands of cum down her face. I could see her trying to keep it all in her mouth, but there was too much and as the cock pulled free, she quickly spat gobs of yellowish white into the trash. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she stood up and faced me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my cock still clutched in her hand.
“We have tried the normal way, but I think the Lord sent us here for a reason. So, I’m thinking a different approach might help.” Jane answered as a wicked smile played across her lips. “Besides you do seem to enjoy this. You’re still harder than I have ever seen you. I think you like this, maybe as much as I do.” Jane had a glint in her eye as she held my hard cock. “I want a baby Jim and I want it soon,” she continued. “So, here’s the deal” and she started to remove her scrubs pants and pj shorts. “I’m giving you first dibs, but I’m going to take as many donors as I can before we leave tonight. If I’m not pregnant in a few weeks, then we are coming back. And we will keep coming back until I am pregnant. Do you understand me?”
There was a steel in her voice that I had not often heard, so I simply nodded my head.
“Good” she replied “I’m going to try to get ready for you, but when I am, I’m only going to give you the first chance if you’re ready. Understand?”
I nodded.
With that I watched my beautiful wife pull her sweatshirt off, and squat down. I stood staring while she fingered herself with her left hand and guided another waiting cock into her mouth with her right. I was transfixed as her fingers danced on her bushy womanhood, keeping a frantic pace with her pumping right hand. Then as the cock in her mouth erupted and she struggled to breathe, she lifted herself, so her legs were straight, her face bent down to the cock in the wall. She was presenting herself to me and from where I stood behind her I could easily see her womanly parts opening like a wet flower, so bending my knees I lined up my cock and grabbing her hips slid inside her. As I entered her I could see and feel her shaking as an orgasm caused her to clench and shudder.
She spit the fading cock out and hung her head down towards the floor, spent cum dripping from her open mouth in long gooey ropes. I furiously pumped and pushed myself into her, lasting only a few minutes before cumming. Standing there holding her hips I struggled to catch my breath and keep my legs from collapsing, as I began to shrink inside her. With a wet plop I fell free.
Turning and straightening she faced me saying with smile “Umm. I love you and I hope it’s you, but I’m not done yet. Do you want to stay and help or wait in the car?”
“I love you too. I’ll stay... and help.” I answered.
“Good.” And with that she backed up to the wall and placed her ass just above the open hole. Whomever was on the other side obviously knew something was waiting, because almost as soon as she pushed back, she let out a small gasp and grabbed my hands. Bending my head over I could see a shaft moving back and forth inside my wife. I should have been horrified or shocked, but it I was instead strongly aroused. This new cock lasted only minutes before it stopped, and I watched the throbbing member twitch as it dumped its load inside my lovely Jane. Almost as soon as it stopped twitching it pulled out and disappeared into the hole, leaving my wife pressed against the wall, liquid dripped from her pale pubic hair onto the already stained floor.
The next cock appeared quickly and found its home inside my wife. This one was much smaller and was struggling to reach very deep. Bending her waist and raising her ass, Jane pushed herself as far into the hole as possible and the cock responded by immediately cumming, still dribbling as its owner quickly withdrew it.
This process was repeated several more times. Each cock dumping its load and withdrawing. Jane had climaxed several more times during this process, each time I wondered if perhaps this would be the time. Cocks of every size, race, and shape came through that hole and every one of them filled my wife’s fertile womb.
After the last cock there was a hard pounding on the door. As Jane quickly slipped her pants back on I opened the door to find a flashlight shining in my face then on her, before a police officer, grabbing her by the arm, escorted her out of the booth. Stunned I took a moment to pick up Jane’s sweatshirt and pj bottoms before leaving the booth. I had lost track of them so as I entered the lobby I looked around quickly. I did not see either the police officer or Jane. A sense of panic began to grow as I worried about Jane and imagined the scandal this would cause. Moving further into the lobby I noticed another door and looking through the glass into what must be some form of office, saw my wife, naked from the waist down and on her back on the desk with her legs over the cop's shoulders as he, his pants around his ankles, was plunging his cock in and out of her. Beside her head there was the older clerk in a rumpled sweater we had seen upon our arrival. He was short, Indian, and at least in his 60’s and as I watched he pushed his hand under Jane’s t-shirt and started fondling her breast, while she sucked on his cock. Moments later the cop started cumming, erupting into my wife with a groan that even standing outside I could easily hear. As he pulled his cock out of her, I could see his cum seeping out of her already full crotch and trickling down the into the crack of her ass which was pressed against the paper covered desk. As the cop left the clerk immediately pulled his now hard little cock out of my wife’s mouth and stepped into the now vacant space between her legs. Leaning over between my wife’s upraised knees he slid into her with ease, aided by the previous ejaculate.
I moved aside as the beefy cop walked out, pushing past me and towards the door. The other guy was pumping steadily away at my wife, giving her hard, fast strokes of his cock.
"Ummm” my wife grunted as I watched her back arch and her toes curl as she shuddered through another climax. The guy s taking this as a signal, sped up his thrusting. He let out his own loud moan moments later when he shot yet another load into my wife's overflowing womb.
As he pulled out of her, he looked up and waving me in and said. "Come, come. I've got friends coming to use this slut, but you can have a go if you hurry." Stepping into the office I opened my pants and standing between her legs and slipped my hard cock into her slime oozing womanhood. Humping into her quickly I stared at her smiling face as she pushed back to meet each one of my thrusts. In just a few moments I was adding my meager cum to the overwhelming flow. Almost immediately I was pulled out of the way by two new men. Both Indian, the first of whom quickly opened his pants and mounted my wife, using her for a quick fuck, yes that word did seem to fit what I was watching. The other had unzipped himself and was holding my wife’s sweet face as he slipped his cock into her mouth. As soon as the one had cum in my wife, he moved aside to allow his friend to mount her.
Standing in the office, seeing my beautiful wife spread out on a cluttered desk, with her knees in the air and her now dirty womanhood being further abused, I was ashamed and yet aroused. I was watching and seeing and feeling each use, but as my eyes met hers, I saw that she was not ashamed. Her face, smeared with cum and spit, and surrounded by a matted mess of blond hair, was glowing. There was a passion there that I had never seen in her before.
I was just about to say something when her face was hidden by a body, as a new man positioned himself between us. This man was large, not just tall but fat easily pushing past 400 pounds, and so black that the word onyx would describe his skin color. Moving slightly so I could see, I watched as he pushed his cock into my wife’s mouth, pumping it slowly. Then when the last Indian man had finished in my wife and stepped back I saw the large black man withdraw himself from Jane's mouth and whisper something in her ear. In response she shook her head and pointed to her crotch, at which point the man moved between her legs and slipped himself inside. From where I was standing, I could actually see lumps of whitish cum push out as he pressed his fat cock past her red and swollen labia. His dark skin a sharp contrast to the pale white skin of Jane’s inner thighs. In the quiet office only the sound of wet squelching and ragged breathing could be heard as he pumped himself into her. While the giant of a man held her thighs keeping her positioned on the edge of the desk, Jane was rocking with each thrust, her back sliding on the cluttered desk. Before long he stopped thrusting and leaning forward kissed my wife, as he held himself in her, emptying another load deep inside.
As the guy fastened his pants he looked over at me and smiled. "Is this woman yours?" he asked.
"Yes." I replied in a numbed tone.
"Well she is one fine ho." and with that he left the office.
It was just us and so in the lull I moved to help Jane get herself up and dressed. As I helped her out into the store, we walked past the three Indian men sitting around the register and watching us. I could hear them talking as we exited the door excitedly discussing my wife and her 'gifts'.
When we finally stumbled from the place it was after 2am. I looked at my bride as I got her settled. Her lips were slightly swollen, her t-shirt was wet and crusty, and her scrubs were stained and spotted where they had caught some of the night's leavings. Her arms and hands where sticky and the delicate hair on them matted into tangled swirls. Her hair, matted in cum, was plastered to her forehead. Pulling her sweatshirt over her like a blanket I closed the car door and soon we were on the road. Jane was asleep almost immediately.
The ride was quiet, but my mind was not. What had happened? What was next? Who was this woman sleeping next to me? Was what we had done against God or somehow his plan? What happens now?
When we arrived home, I helped her into the house. She was so tired and sore she could barely walk. Then after helping get her into the shower and some fresh pajama I put her to bed.
As I kissed her forehead, her eyes opened slightly and with a smile she said "How was it?"
I smiled "Humiliating, degrading, frightening... and strangely exciting."
Smiling she whispered, "I never even imagined... God does work in mysterious ways." then her face took on a more serious look and she asked "Have I ruined everything? Do you still love me?" There was real concern there. She was genuinely afraid she had somehow destroyed us or perhaps damaged what was us.
With a surprisingly honest smile I leaned in and whispered to my beautiful bride and soul mate "I love you more today than I ever have" and with that I kissed her lips, very gently, knowing they were likely still tender. I then watched as her eyes drifted shut, a slight smile on those swollen lips.
Life returned to normal in a few days as Jane recovered and got over the bruising, pain, and overall stiffness our evening had caused. We never discussed what happened or why. The church was still a growing concern and while our duties kept us busy, we always made time for each other. As for that night nothing about it ever came up, even when a month later we found out we were expecting. We are now looking forward, with our congregation, to our new blessing, our new “miracle” baby.