Pastor’s Wife Shared with the Church Elder: A BDSM Hotwife Story: Megachurch Menage, #3

By Clara Brume

To our megachurch, I'm the pastor's wife – the embodiment of virtue. But a door in the home of a respected church elder reveals a secret that shatters my understanding of sacred submission.

During a prayer meeting at Elder Michael's home, I stumble upon a hidden room – a BDSM dungeon. Shocked and enthralled, I confide in my husband, never anticipating his eager encouragement to explore this tantalizing new realm.

Now, as I prepare to surrender to the unknown, my body yearns to be bound, bared and liberated. But with every instrument of ecstasy and agony laid before me, a thrilling fear grips me: can I endure the exquisite torment and divine pleasure Elder Michael promises? Because if I know one thing, it's that Elder Michael won't spare the rod.

 

An explicit hotwife BDSM erotic tale. Can be read as a standalone story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clara Brume
• Release date: Apr 21, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224723614

Clara Brume

In an oversaturated market drowning in low-effort and AI-generated content, it can be a challenge finding well-written erotica. That's why, with a background in award-winning journalism, Clara's passion is crafting only the highest quality and hottest erotic stories. Packed full of unforgettable characters, unexpected twists, and irresistibly sexy scenarios – discover Clara's books about horny hotwives today. 

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Pastor’s Wife Shared with the Church Elder

Megachurch Menage Book 3

Clara Brume

Copyright © 2024 Clara Brume

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locations and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Pastor’s Wife Shared with the Church Elder

Excerpt from Hotwife Seducing the Barista

Excerpt from Astronaut Took My Wife

About the Author

Pastor’s Wife Shared with the Church Elder

Igrimaced amid the fervent mutterings of prayer, the urgency to use the bathroom gnawing at my insides. I shifted on my seat, hoping the rustling of clothes might draw someone's attention. But the prayers continued, oblivious to my silent plea. Everyone’s eyes were closed, their hands raised, voices ringing in enthusiastic choruses of Yes Lord! and Hallelujah!

Desperate to know the whereabouts of the restroom, I leaned forward and cleared my throat. To my dismay, the attempt went unnoticed. If anything, the prayers became more animated, and I realized I’d have to find a bathroom on my own. Excuse me, I whispered, I'll be right back.

As soon as I reached the hallway, I groaned. It was my first time in the sprawling mansion of one of the church elders, the corridors of which seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction. I set off down the passageway, pushing open door after door, only to find empty rooms. I rounded a corner, and then another, and finally spied a smaller door that looked promising. With a sense of relief, I turned the handle and swung it open.

Oh! I gasped. In the center of the room stood a peculiar x-shaped structure, its silhouette unmistakable in the dim light filtering in from the corridor. Chains dangled from the ceiling, and dildos, whips, and other bizarre looking devices hung from the walls. The air was heavy with an unfamiliar scent, a mix of leather and something metallic. As my eyes adjusted to darkness, I felt a sudden pang of curiosity. A bewildering but undeniable thrill.

Lost? came a voice from behind me. I jumped and whirled around. It was Michael, the church elder and host of the evening’s prayer meeting. There was a frown on his face, his silver hair and beard adding a sternness to his features.

I-I … I’m looking for the bathroom, I stammered.

That's not the bathroom and you shouldn’t be here, he replied hastily. Michael pushed past me and wrenched the door closed.

What is that place? I asked, my mind racing.

It's nothing. Just a … storage room, he answered with forced casualness. He gave a thin-lipped smile. "If you