Satan's sin : Her Husband's wife

Her model husband

I hurried out of his office and stood still behind him without uttering any words. He secured his office locked and continued out of the church, ignoring my trailing behind him without a choice.

When we got to his car, he glared at me but I went inside with him regardless. We spent the drive home in silence while I stared out the window, thinking about my actions.

Was I really overdoing things? Was I wrong to suspect every woman I saw him with. Everyone loved the amazing Pastor Kent. They loved his teachings and they loved the church but I was his wife and I knew my husband better than any human could.

I watched him from the corner of my eyes as he kept his focus on the road. I couldn't help but sigh. He was a loving man when he wanted to be but most times, there was more to him than met the eyes...

*

"Mom, dad!" Sally and Adam ran towards us the minute we walked into the house. Kent pulled the coat of the angered man he had worn all the way here and a bright smile appeared on his face as he lifted our four year old son, in his arms, whilst he pat our six year old Sally as she clutched tight to his thighs.

Natalie rushed to retrieve Kent's suitcase from him, narrowing her eyes at me. She mouthed 'what's wrong?' At me but I ignored her with a roll of my eyes.

He crouched low to their height, going on one knee to attain this position. "How are my little warriors doing?" He grinned at them and the scene did nothing but warmed my heart.

I sighed and waited for my kids to notice my arrival. All they ever did was clutch on their father like he was their world. Kent stood to his feet and walked up the stairs. They tagged along behind him.

"Won't you come say hi to mommy?" I spread my arms apart with a wide grin. They looked in my direction but only offered me a smile.

"Daddy, today Aunt Natalie ate from our cereal box!" Sally concentrated on her father. That turned my smile upside down. Adam paid reluctant attention and walked to me. I crouched low and lifted him in my hands.

"There is my baby." I croaked, swallowing the lump that formed in my throat from what had happened.

"Sally, what the bible say about sharing?" Kent tweaked our daughter's nose with his index finger.

Sally folded her arms across her chest and twitch her lips in a pout. "That we should share with everyone. But the bible also says stealing is bad!" She pointed out.

"Natalie is family, your mom and I have given her the permission to take whatever she would like." He explained to her, "so she isn't stealing. Now, go say hi to your mother."

"Okay!" She jumped and went to the couch instead. "Hi mommy." She picked the remote from the table and sat comfortably on a couch. Once an animated movie was on, Adam shook himself out of my grip. I placed him on the couch so he could see it conveniently.

I watched Kent disappear up the stairs. I gave Sally a gentle pat on the head but she kept her focus on the movie she was engrossed in.

I walked up the stairs and into our bedroom. I bolted the door locked behind us. The bedroom was a valentine themed one, my idea. The bed was red all through and the four corners of the room was white. The floor was carpeted with a red, furry rug and red roses hung on every part of the room, the ceiling inclusive.

He was getting out of his pastor suit. He made no move to acknowledge my presence. I sighed and walked towards him. Wrapping my arms around him from behind, I rested against his back and began to rock myself from left to right.

"I'm sorry Kent." I sighed. "I know I over reacted and I apologize. I just love you so much to share you with anyone else." It was wrong but I felt like losing Kent would be the end of my life. I was a plus sized woman with endless insecurities and he was the kind of man that would pass off as a professional model.

"Indan." He turned around in my embrace. "I'm not going anywhere. Yes, I was wrong that one time I slept with that dancer, but I have confessed my sins and the lord has forgiven me. You have to trust me now." He cupped my cheeks in his hands and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"I know and I do but..." I trailed off as he planted a kiss on my lips. He was right, I had to let go of the past to move forward in our marriage.

He pulled away and let his kisses graduate to my neck. He slipped the sleeve of my top off my shoulders and continued until I was successfully out of my shirt.

Maintaining his kiss, he cupped my breasts in his hands and I forgot that they sagged in that moment. I forgot that I was insecure about my body. Only Kent had this superpower and I loved him for it.

I moaned at the touch of his thumbs against my n****e. He was a god and he knew all the right spots that helped me feel like a queen.

I held on to him while he led me to the bed. I knew this was a good day because Kent rarely had s*x with me on sundays. I watched with interest while he tried to tug  his pants down his knees.

Successfully doing so, I welcomed all nine inches of my husband, waiting for him to thrust into me.

Kent was my happy place and nothing could take him away from me, not a lady built like a model, not anyone.